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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..

#and here we are friends……. #pretend im being held up tiredly by a wrestler after a hard match bc I wrote this hehe #I LUV U SASHAAAAAAAAAA #this may be the series of all time #wwe x reader #wwe Imagines #wwe various x reader #wwe various imagine #wwe Imagine #roman reigns x reader #Roman reigns imagine #dean ambrose x reader #seth rollins x reader #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch x reader #sasha banks x reader #sasha banks imagine #dean ambrose imagine #aj lee x reader #aj lee imagine

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Chapter 7- Part 2- The Battle Before the War

Series Summary/Masterlist

warnings: wrestling related violence, manipulation, drinking.

Summary: You are close to cracking under the pressure, so your girls treat you to a night out. They learn just how much you were affected by the Bloodline... and they leave you conflicted about your place in the Bloodline. We also learn a little bit more about your relationship with Sami while you are trying to heal your own one with Jey. Kevin tries to stir things up, and leaves Sami also conflicted about his place in the Bloodline.

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a/n: guess who finally decied to update this!! I promise I haven't discontinued this lol. I just had writers block. hope ya'll enjoy this chapter!!

Over the next few days, the tension between the Bloodline was palpable. Roman's mistrust had cast a shadow over the group, creating an atmosphere thick with unease. The fallout from the incident on live television had repercussions that extended beyond personal relationships. The dynamics within the Bloodline were shifting, and everyone could feel it.

You and Jey didn't get into arguments, because you simply didn't talk to each other unless absolutely necessary. You wanted a man, not someone who would question your loyalty at every turn.

And Jey seemed to be keeping his distance as well, perhaps feeling guilty for his actions or simply trying to avoid further conflict, but also because when he did try to apologize, you would cut him off, unwilling to entertain excuses.

He lost to Sheamus due to interference tonight, and Roman and him had an argument that did not end well, and that made him even more unwilling to talk to you. The wounds were still fresh, and you needed time to heal.

Sami had lost against Kevin after Jey aired out your relaitonship issued on TV due to Jimmy, Jey, and Solo interfering right before he was about to win, courtesy of Roman's orders. He wanted to test the loyalty of the members, and unfortunately, Sami became a victim of that power play. The loss left a bitter taste, not just for Sami, but for the entire group.

Sami was rightfully angry, but he understood the complex dynamics at play within the Bloodline. Loyalty, power struggles, and the constant need to prove oneself were all part of the game. The internal strife within the Bloodline was becoming more evident with each passing day.

Trinity- one of your closest friends- visited to check on her husband Jimmy, but when she found the state you were in, she forced you to get out of your room to have a girls night with the rest of your friends.

As much as you wanted to wallow in the emotional turmoil, Trinity's insistence broke through the walls you had built around yourself. She brought you shopping with Liv and Mercedes, trying to distract you from the tension and drama. The four of you had mani-pedis, did your hair, makeup, and were now currently at a bar in the city, attempting to have a moment of reprieve from the chaos that had consumed the Bloodline.

"Girl, you look so fucking gorgeous tonight!" Liv gushed over your new look, giving you a playful nudge. You were wearing a stunning outfit that Trinity helped you pick out, your makeup impeccably done, and your hair styled to perfection. The girls had succeeded in creating a diversion from the heavy atmosphere that surrounded the Bloodline.

You gave Liv a smile, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. She noticed this and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "You guys didn't have to go through all this trouble for me," you said, your voice filled with gratitude.

Liv squeezed your shoulder gently, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Don't you dare apologize for  needing a distraction, Y/N," Liv interrupted, her tone firm but gentle. "We're here because we love you, and we want to see you smile again."

"We miss seeing you happy," Mercedes chimed in, her voice soft but earnest. "You've been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders for too long, Y/N. Tonight, let us carry it for you."

Your heart swelled with gratitude for your friends' unwavering support, even in the midst of your emotional turmoil. Despite your initial resistance, their persistence began to chip away at the walls you had erected around yourself. Trinity, sensing the heaviness lingering within you, leaned in closer, her expression filled with empathy.

"You are not allowed to be sad no more." Trinity declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Tonight, we're going to dance, laugh, and the only worry you'll have is what drink your'e gonna get next. Capiche?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Trinity's determined attitude, feeling a flicker of amusement amidst the heaviness in your heart. "Yes, ma'am," you replied, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

And not worry you guys did. You didn't remember how many drinks you all had, but what you did know was that you were throwing back on Liv as the two of you danced on the crowded dance floor. The music thumped loudly, drowning out the worries and tensions that had gripped the Bloodline. In that moment, surrounded by the pulsating beats and colorful lights, you allowed yourself to let loose, to forget the troubles waiting outside the confines of the bar.

Liv twirled you around, both of you laughing as you moved in sync with the rhythm. You left your phone with Trinity and Mercedes, who were watching with amused grins from a nearby table as Liv threw her ass back on you, the two of you lost in the music.

What you didn't know was that your phone was innecstantly ringing with multiple missed calls from Jey. He had been trying to reach out to you, perhaps with the intention of apologizing or sorting things out. However, in the midst of the lively atmosphere and the distraction provided by your friends, you remained blissfully unaware of the attempts to contact you.

Actually, you had missed calls from all of the guys. You… might have snuck away from the hotel without telling anywone where you and Trinity had gone, with the exception of Solo (because Solo was Solo and responsible and reliable when it came to keeping secrets).

Mercedes, feeling a bit too drunk and empowered to get revenge for Jey embarrassing you on TV, grabbed your phone, scrolling through the notifications and messages. Trinity noticed the smirk on her face and leaned over to see what she was up to.

"Girl, you real messy." Trinity cackled at Mercedes' mischievous expression. "What are you planning?"

Mercedes chuckled, holding up your phone. "Just a little payback for our girl here." She showed her the messages from Jey that read

"Y/N, where are you? We need to talk. Please pick up." "I messed up, babe. Just let me explain. Where are you?" "Seriously, answer your damn phone. I need to fix this." "Y/N, come on. Don't do this. Let's talk. I miss you."

Trinity raised an eyebrow, looking at Mercedes with a smirk. "What you gon' do?"

Mercedes smirked back, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, just gonna a little something to keep him on his toes." She quickly typed a response:

"Sorry, wrong number. I'm having a great time without you. Maybe you should learn to trust me for once."

Before posting some pics on Instagram of the four of you having the time of your life, making sure to send the one with your friends looking stunning and happy, emphasizing the fact that you were not alone and clearly enjoying yourself, and making sure to 'accidentally' tag Jey.

Mercedes showed Trinity the response, and they both burst into laughter. "Damn, girl! That's cold, but he kinda deserves it.

Mercedes winked, enjoying the mischief. "He'll survive. Maybe this will teach him a lesson." The two of them clinked glasses, before drinking the night away, reveling in the freedom of the moment.

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You came back with you and Liv wrapped in each other's arms, buzzed and full of laughter. The night had been a much-needed escape, and you felt a sense of relief and lightness that had been absent for days. As you approached the table where Trinity and Mercedes sat, you noticed their mischievous grins and exchanged curious glances.

"What are you two up to?" you asked, still swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music.

Trinity and Mercedes shared a glance before bursting into laughter. Mercedes handed you back your phone, and you saw the exchanged messages with Jey, along with the pictures showcasing the fun you were having.

"Oh my god, you guys!" you exclaimed, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. "That's… that's something."

Trinity leaned in with a sly grin. "Consider it payback for the drama he put you through on TV. He needs to learn a lesson in trust."

You couldn't help but join in their laughter. It was a playful revenge, and for the moment, it felt satisfying to turn the tables, even if just a little. the tables, even if just a little. The night continued with more dancing, laughter, and the occasional cheeky glance at your phone to see if there were any more messages from Jey or the others.

As the hours passed, the drinks kept flowing, and the atmosphere became more carefree. You felt a little bit more than buzzed, which opened the conversation to more personal topics. Trinity, being the perceptive friend she was, looked at you with a knowing smile.

"Okay princess, only took a few drinks to finally get the old you." Trinity teased, nudging you playfully.

"What do you mean?" You asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension at Trinity's knowing smile.

Trinity chuckled, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, come on, Y/N. You know exactly what I mean. When's the last time we even talked without you being wrapped up in your own head or stressing over Bloodline drama?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Trinity's blunt assessment. She had a way of cutting through the facade and getting straight to the point. "Fair point," you admitted, taking a sip of your drink. "I guess I've been a little… preoccupied lately."

Mercedes raised a brow, her expression thoughtful. "Preoccupied is an understatement, honey. You've been practically living and breathing the Bloodline drama. You barely even remembered how to relax and have fun until tonight."

Liv leaned against your shoulder, her voice gentle but firm. "Babe, she's right. We missed you, and you are just starting to come back to yourself again. We've all noticed how much you've been carrying on your shoulders lately. It's like you forgot how to be yourself outside of the Bloodline."

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt wash over you. They were right, of course. The weight of the Bloodline had consumed your thoughts and emotions, leaving little room for anything else. "I know," you admitted, your voice tinged with regret. "I guess I just… I don't know how to balance it all anymore."

Trinity felt a pang of sympathy seeing you struggle with the weight of your responsibilities. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on your arm. She knew how Roman could be, how he had a way of consuming the lives of those around him with his ambitions and demands.

You saw all 3 of your friends exchange a look with each other, and you furrowed your brow, curious about the silent communication passing between them.

Mercedes took a deep breath, her gaze steady as she met your eyes. "Y/N, we love you, and we've always supported your career and your dreams. But… maybe it's time to start thinking about what you want for yourself, outside of the Bloodline."

Your eyes widened in surprise at Mercedes' words. It was a sentiment you had heard before, but coming from your closest friends, it held a different weight. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Trinity nodded, her expression serious yet gentle. "Look, tonight was the first time in almost 2 years that you allowed yourself to let go and have fun without worrying about the Bloodline. And look at how happy you were," she pointed out, gesturing to your beaming smile. "You deserve to have more moments like this, Y/N. Moments where you can just be yourself, free from the weight of expectations and obligations."

Your eyes were slightly glassy as Trinity's words sank in, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within you. For so long, you had been conditioned to prioritize the Bloodline above all else, to suppress your own desires and aspirations in service to Roman's ambitions. You didnt realize how you were acting: this depressed, closed-off version of yourself wasn't the real you. And it took the perspective of your friends to make you see it.

"I… I don't know how to do that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The idea of breaking away from the Bloodline, of pursuing your own happiness and fulfillment, felt simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying.

Liv wrapped an arm around your shoulder, offering you a reassuring squeeze. "It's just that, seeing you with this little spark in your eyes again, Y/N," she said, her voice soft and encouraging. "It's like… you've been hiding behind this facade for so long, and tonight, it feels like you're finally starting to break free from it." Ever since you started hanging out with Sami while you and Jey were on tough terms, is what Liv wanted to say, but she refrained from bringing up Sami's name, sensing that it might complicate the conversation.

Trinity nodded in agreement, her expression filled with determination. "We're not saying you have to leave the Bloodline, Y/N. We just want you to remember who you are outside of it. You deserve to pursue your own happiness, whatever that may look like."

Mercedes slid you a fruity drink that she knew would help you relax, offering you a comforting smile. "And it starts with this. Drink up, babe. Tonight, we celebrate you. Tomorrow, we start figuring out what comes next."

You took the drink from Mercedes, feeling a mix of gratitude and apprehension swirling within you. It was a daunting prospect, to consider carving out a life for yourself outside of the Bloodline. But as you looked around at your friends, their unwavering support shining in their eyes, you felt a flicker of hope stirring within you.

"Okay," you said, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Okay, let's do this."

And with that, you raised your glass in a silent toast to the future, to the possibility of rediscovering yourself and finding happiness beyond the confines of the Bloodline. As the music pulsed around you and laughter filled the air, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a brighter path waiting for you on the other side.

Could you really see a path without Roman, or better yet, without Jey? (Or Sami, for that matter?)

"So, spill the tea, Y/N. What's going on between you and Jey? And don't give me the 'it's complicated' nonsense. I want details." Trinity asked after the four of you were considerably drunk, and lounging in the celebrity area of the bar, gossiping about your lives.

Liv had started a farm with her boyfriend, Mercedes was going to Stardom and walking fashion shows, and Trinity was killing it in Impact and telling hot stories from Impact's locker room. Unbeknownst to you, your phone kept going off with calls and messages, but Mercedes made sure to turn it off and make you promise to keep it locked in your pocked for the rest of the night.

You sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. The alcohol had certainly loosened your inhibitions, and you decided to share a bit of the turmoil you'd been experiencing.

"It's just… he's been jealous of Sami ever since he's tried to join the Bloodline. And I honestly don't even know why he's jealous. It's not like there's anything between Sami and me. Jey's just letting Roman's expectations mess with his head, and it's affecting us. I can't deal with the constant questioning and doubt." You poured another round of drinks for the table, needing the liquid courage to open up further.

Mercedes sipped her drinking, deciding whether or not to ask you her question. You saw the look on her face and raised an eyebrow, prompting her to go ahead.

"You and Sami do have some history, though, right?" Mercedes asked, her tone careful. "I mean, there's gotta be a reason Jey's so worked up about it."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, we do have history. We were close friends before he even joined WWE. But it's just that – history. Sami and I have always been just friends. And yeah sure, Sami did kiss me-"

"Huh?"

"Girl!?"

"What?!"

You sighed as all three women reacted to your revelation, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity. The music continued to pulse in the background, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding conversation.

Liv was the first to respond, her eyes wide. "Wait, Sami kissed you? And you're wondering why Jey is so worked up?"

You nodded, feeling a bit exposed but also relieved to finally share this part of your past with your friends. "I know, I know! But hear me out…"

"This better be good," Trinity chimed in, her eyes focused on you as she took a sip of her drink.

You took another deep breath before continuing. "It happened a while ago. Sami was going through a tough time, and in a moment of vulnerability, he kissed me. I immediately made it clear that we were just friends, and nothing more ever happened between us. Jey knows about it, and he knows it wasn't something I reciprocated. But for some reason, he can't seem to let it go."

Mercedes leaned back, processing the information. "And did Sami ever apologize for that? Or clarify things with Jey?"

You sighed, a mix of frustration and understanding in your voice. "Yeah, he did. Sami apologized to both of us, and he made it clear that it was a mistake on his part. But Jey… I don't know. It's like he's holding onto it as this big betrayal, and it's driving a wedge between us."

Trinity shook her head, a disapproving look on her face. "That's on Jey, then. If Sami owned up to his mistake and you've made it clear where you stand, Jey needs to get over it. It's not fair to keep bringing it up and using it against you."

Liv, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "I get where Jey is coming from, but if he's still bitching about something that happened in the past, especially when both you and Sami have clarified it, then it's a problem. He needs to move past it and open up about it and stop holding onto resentment or you need to boot his ass to the curb. You don't deserve to be constantly questioned and doubted, especially if you've been honest and upfront about everything."

You appreciated the support from your friends. The alcohol, the dancing, and the candid conversation were all contributing to a sense of liberation. You felt a weight lifting off your shoulders, and for the first time in days, you could see a way forward.

"You guys are right," you admitted, a determined glint in your eyes.

"We are always right." Mercedes added with a playful smirk, and the four of you burst into laughter again.

"But… do you have feelings for Sami?" Trinity asked, her expression serious as she looked into your eyes.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating your feelings. The atmosphere in the bar, the support from your friends, and the alcohol-induced courage encouraged you to be honest.

"I… no." You couldn't lie to yourself, and the honesty spilled out. "We used to be close. But we realized we're better off as friends. I care about him a lot, but I don't have romantic feelings for him anymore. Jey knows this, or at least he should." Even through the alcohol induced haze, you knew better than to reveal such personal details without some level of caution. There were things about your relationship with Sami that no one would know, and you weren't ready to share those intricacies.

Trinity nodded, seeming satisfied with your response. "Well, as long as you're clear about your feelings, and you've communicated that to Jey, he needs to respect it. If he can't trust you and let go of the past, then it's his loss."

Mercedes squeezed your hand, her touch conveying solidarity. "Exactly. You deserve someone who trusts and respects you. If Jey can't provide that, then maybe Sami is right, and he doesn't fully understand what he has."

You took a swing of is right, and your drink, appreciating the wisdom and support from your friends. The night had turned into more than just a distraction; it became a catalyst for clarity and self-realization.

"Thanks, guys," you said, your voice sincere. "I needed this. I needed to step back and see things more clearly. And you're right. If Jey can't trust me and keeps holding onto the past, then maybe it's time for a serious conversation or a decision."

Liv grinned, giving you a playful nudge. "That's the spirit! You're a badass, and you deserve someone who sees that and appreciates it."

Trinity raised her glass, a smile on her lips. "To badass women who know their worth and aren't afraid to demand the respect they deserve."

The four of you clinked your glasses together, the sound echoing in the bustling bar. In that moment, surrounded by the support and love of your friends, you felt empowered and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Unbenwonst to you you accidentally dialed Sami's umber while fumbling with your phone. The loud music and the lively atmosphere of the bar made it difficult to notice the call connecting. As your friends continued to share laughs and words of encouragement, your phone rested on the table, unknowingly broadcasting the sounds of the bar to Sami.

On the other end of the line, Sami's phone rested on a table in his hotel room. He had been going through a mental replay of the match against Kevin and the events leading up to it. The tension within the Bloodline was palpable, and Sami couldn't shake the frustration of being used as a pawn in Roman's power play.

Suddenly, he heard the familiar sounds of a bustling bar, laughter, and clinking glasses. Confused, he picked up his phone, noticing the ongoing call with you. He brought the device closer, listening intently.

At first, he wasn't sure what he was hearing, but as the background noise became clearer, he realized he was unintentionally eavesdropping on your conversation with your friends. Sami's curiosity got the better of him, and he hesitated for a moment before deciding to continue listening.

"You and Sami are real close… huh?" Liv's teasing voice echoed through the phone, and Sami's eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the conversation.

You let out an airy giggle, taking another shot and letting the alcohol fuel your candidness. "Yeah, we were." Sami heard something shift before he heard Liv's voice again. "No offense but the two of ya'll seemed perfect for each other. What happened?"

Sami's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing as he continued to eavesdrop unintentionally. The revelation about your history with him was unexpected, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

You sighed, the alcohol loosening your tongue. "You promise not to tell anyone? Not even Trin or Cedes?" It seemed like Trinity and Mercedes weren't aware of the details you were about to share, and Sami's curiosity intensified.

"Cross my heart," Liv assured, her tone serious.

You took a deep breath, the honesty pouring out. "We dated. It was way before I even met Jey. Everyone kept telling us we had chemistry and that we should give it a shot. He confessed after I won the ROH title, I gave him a shot, and one thing led to another."

"And then what happened, girl?!?"

A pause. And then you continued.

"Then in the morning, we started dating. We took it slow, and everything was fine. But then Kevin got in his head when they were feuding. Told him that he needed to focus on his career and that being with me was a distraction. Sami started questioning what we had, and got insecure about it. I tried to assure him, but he started pulling away. Eventually, we both realized it wasn't working, and I broke it off with him." It seemed like there was more you wanted to say, but you bit your lip and refrained from spilling even more.

You took a sip of your drink, and there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Sami's mind was racing, processing the unexpected revelation. The raw honesty in your voice sent a wave of emotions through him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the way things had unfolded between you two, but grateful that you hadn't revealed the full truth.

"But then we kept having the same chemistry, and he would look at me like he couldn't resist me, and I couldn't resist him either. It became this on-again, off-again thing for a while, and it was messing with my head. I cared about him a lot, but it was so damn complicated. But we stayed best friends, and then I left him behind for the Bloodline… and now Jey has this insecurity about Sami because of Roman's expectations," you continued, your voice carrying the weight of the past.

On the other end of the line, Sami's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Guilt, regret, and a tinge of sadness gripped him as he listened to your candid confession. The history you shared with him suddenly unfolded in a way he hadn't fully understood before.

"And now, Jey can't seem to let go of the fact that Sami kissed me once. Even though we've moved past that, he keeps bringing it up!" Your voice broke out into a cry, and he imagined that Liv was giving you comforting words, trying to soothe the emotional turmoil you were experiencing.

"Shh, it's okay," Liv's voice came through the phone, offering comfort.

"I… I loved him, Liv." He heard Liv whispering words of support and understanding. "But he left me!"

"And now you need to focus on you, on what makes you happy, and on what you deserve," Liv replied, her voice filled with conviction. "You're a strong, independent woman, Y/N, and you don't need anyone who doesn't see your worth."

He heard your sniffles and the distant sounds of the bar, realizing that he was intruding on an intimate and vulnerable moment." Let's get back to the table, enjoy the night, and deal with all of this tomorrow when we're not drowning in alcohol and emotions, okay babe?"

As Liv led you back to the table, the background noise shifted, and Sami could hear the muffled voices of Trinity and Mercedes. The conversation continued, but he made a conscious decision to end the unintentional eavesdropping. Sami hesitated for a moment, then pressed the button to end the call, setting his phone down on the table.

Did you really love Sami once upon a time? A part of Sami felt a mix of emotions—surprise, regret, and a sense of longing. The raw honesty in your voice had stirred something within him, and he found himself grappling with the realization that your history ran deeper than he had initially understood.

He looked at his phone, where Jey was messaging him.

"Sami, I know yo dumbass knows where she is. Tell me."

Sami's eyes narrowed as he read Jey's messages. The tension within the Bloodline seemed to be reaching new heights, and he found himself caught in the middle of it all. Sami debated how to respond, considering the newfound insights he unintentionally gained into your past with him.

He hesitated before sending the message, aware that his words might not sit well with Jey. Sami couldn't shake the sense of responsibility he felt toward you, knowing that you deserved better than the constant questioning and doubts. Yet, he also understood the complex dynamics within the Bloodline and the potential repercussions of taking sides.

What did he want to do? He wanted to be the guy for you. The guy that understood you, supported you, and cherished you. He wanted to hold your hand through the turmoil, be the one you turned to in moments of vulnerability, and prove that he could be the pillar of support you needed. But he fucked up, and he needed to face the consequences. He wasn't glad you didn't tell Liv the full extent of your history with him.

Taking a deep breath, Sami typed a response to Jey.

"I don't know where she is, Jey. Maybe you should give her some space. It's not my place to meddle in your relationship.You're the one who said I need to stay out of your business, so that's what I am gonna do.Good luck finding her."

The tension within the Bloodline had reached a boiling point, and Sami couldn't ignore the weight of the decisions and revelations that had unfolded.  His mind was a swirl of conflicting emotions – regret, guilt, longing, and a sense of responsibility for how this all went down.

Then he  shut off his phone, and prayed that he could get over you. Sami needed to talk to you, to clarify his own feelings and perhaps offer support if you were ready to accept it, but it wouldn't be tonight. 

Then he went to sleep, and hoped that he made the right decision. 

You were wobbling on your heels of your shoes as you walked back into the hotel lobby.  The four of you had gotten an uber, and they said bye to you with hugs, kisses and smiles, heading their separate ways for the night. The vibrant energy of the bar and the support of your friends had provided a temporary escape, but now reality was seeping back in.

As you entered the hotel elevator, and went up to your floor, you couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within you. The alcohol-induced courage that allowed you to open up to your friends about your relationship struggles was now replaced with a sense of vulnerability.

The elevator doors opened, and you stumbled slightly as you made your way down the hallway to your room. The weight of the revelations and the emotional rollercoaster of the night began to take its toll.

You fumbled with the key card, but it beeped, indicating that it wans't working. You huffed as you tried again and again, but it wouldn't budge.

It wasn't until the 5th time you tried that the door swung open, and you almost fell had it not been for the arms that caught you just in time. A familiar voice spoke, filled with concern.

"Y/N, what are you doing? Easy there," Sami's voice was a steady presence, and his arms wrapped around you to steady you. The scent of his cologne and the warmth of his embrace felt both comforting and disorienting.

You looked up, your eyes meeting Sami's. The dim light in the hallway highlighted the worry etched on his face. His arms steadied you as you regained your balance.

"S-Sami?" you stammered, surprised by his sudden appearance. Your vision was a bit blurry, and the alcohol had made you more unsteady on your feet than you realized.

"Yeah, it's me," he replied, guiding you into the room and closing the door behind you. The dim lighting in the hotel room revealed the aftermath of your earlier emotional journey – makeup smuged, and your hair was slightly tousled from the night's activities. Sami led you to the bed, helping you sit down.

"Are you okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

"Is this not my room?" you mumbled, still a bit disoriented.

Sami chuckled softly, his fingers gently brushing strands of hair away from your face. "No, it's not. The constant beeping in my room woke me up, and when I opened the door, I found you struggling with your key card."

You let out a small giggle, the alcohol still affecting your senses. "Oops. My bad."

Sami shook his head at your antics, a fond smile playing on his lips. You looked at him and could see the tiredness on his face, and your expression changed from giggly to serious in less than a second. "I-Im sorry that I woke you up!" Tears formed in your eyes as you felt a rush of emotions. The events of the night, the revelations, and the emotional rollercoaster had left you feeling vulnerable and raw.

Sami's heart dropped as he watched you cry, his concern deepening. He knelt down in front of you, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't cry." He said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. He wiped away a tear with his thumb, his touch gentle against your skin. The vulnerability in your eyes tugged at something within him, a mix of regret and the desire to offer comfort.

"I'm not mad that you woke me up. Are you okay?" Sami asked, his tone soft and caring.

You nodded, sniffing and wiping away more tears. "I just... it's been a lot tonight, you know? The girls and the drinks and... everything." The emotions that you had kept at bay for most of the night now threatened to overwhelm you. "Did Jey ask you where I was?"

Sami nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, he did. He's worried about you."

You sighed, looking down at your hands. "I was just hanging with the girls, and-" You hiccuped- "To forget that me and Jey were fighting." Your eyes went teary again, and Sami's heart sank as he listened to your words. "But I just feel worse." 

You peered up at him, and the tension between the two of you was palpable. Sami could sense the emotional turmoil within you, and a part of him longed to be the one to ease that pain. "Why does everyone keep questioning me? Why can't they just trust me?" you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice tearing at Sami's heart.

Sami sighed, his thumb gently tracing circles on your cheek. "People make mistakes, Y/N. Sometimes, they let their insecurities and doubts cloud their judgment. It's not a reflection of you. You're strong, and you deserve trust and respect."

You leaned into his touch, appreciating the comfort he offered. The emotional exhaustion of the night was catching up with you, and Sami's presence provided a sense of solace.

You started giggling, which made Sami smile in response. "What's so funny?" he asked, genuinely curious.

You wiped away another tear, chuckling softly. "Y'know, Liv asked me why Jey is so jealous of you, and I told her that *hiccup* we used to be real close, if you know what I mean." You looked at Sami with a tipsy grin, your words slightly slurred.

Sami's eyes widened slightly, surprised by your confession. The tipsy honesty in your words sent a shiver down Sami's spine. He wasn't prepared for this revelation, and the complexity of your history together suddenly became more apparent. He wondered how much Liv knew, how much she understood about the dynamics between you and him.

He remained silent, allowing you to continue. "And she told me that we seemed perfect for each other. And I started thinking, maybe we were. But then... Kevin got in your head, and you started questioning everything." You sighed, the alcohol making the words spill out more freely than you had intended.

Sami's expression shifted, a mix of regret and understanding. "I messed up, Y/N. I let the pressure get to me, and I let Kevin's words affect us. I should have trusted you."

You looked at him, your gaze sincere. "But you will always listen to Kevin, won't you? You'll always try not to hurt the people you care about, even if it means hurting yourself," you said, the alcohol making your words a bit more candid.

Sami sighed, his eyes meeting yours. "I made a mistake, and I let it affect our friendship. But that doesn't mean I'll always choose loyalty over the people I care about." He placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm. "Loyalty means nothing when you 're hurting the ones you love. I've learned that the hard way."

You nodded, a mix of emotions swirling within you. You looked at Sami, your eyes searching his for sincerity. The vulnerability in Sami's eyes mirrored your own, and for a moment, the weight of the past seemed to hang between you two.

Unlike Jey, he made his loyalty clear, but not at the expense of hurting those he cared about. The stark contrast made you realize the complexities of the relationships within the Bloodline. Sami's admission struck a chord, and you could see the genuine remorse in his eyes.

"I told her about us, Sami. About everything. And how Jey is so hung up on that one kiss, and it's like... it's like it's haunting us. Like it's this dark cloud that won't go away," you confessed, your voice trembling.

You tugged on your dress strap, making sure it was still in place. Sami watched as you adjusted your dress, his eyes never leaving yours. The weight of your words lingered in the air, and Sami could sense the depth of the emotions you were experiencing. He remained silent, absorbing your confession and trying to find the right words to respond.

"I just don't know how to fix things anymore," you continued, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. The vulnerability in your eyes resonated with Sami, and he felt a strong desire to provide comfort and support.

Sami took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. You felt your skin prickle with the intensity of his stare. "Start by talking to him. C'mon, I'll take you to your room, and tomorrow you can have an honest conversation with Jey. Lay everything out on the table, Y/N. The misunderstandings, the insecurities, the mistakes. If you both care about each other, you owe it to yourselves to try and find a way through this."

Sami's words were sincere, and you could sense the genuine concern in his eyes. Despite the complexities of your history, there was an underlying friendship that neither of you could deny. His advice resonated with you, and a sense of determination flickered within.

You nodded, wiping away the last of your tears. Sami extended a hand to you, offering support. You hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, and he helped you stand up.

The room swayed a bit, but Sami's steadying presence anchored you. He let you lean on him as he led you towards the door. The hallway lights blurred as you walked, and Sami kept a protective arm around you.

"Thanks, Sami," you said, your voice a bit more composed. "I appreciate your honesty and, well, being here."

Sami smiled warmly, his hand still on your shoulder. "Anytime, Y/N. Friends help each other through tough times." The word friend made his heart hurt, but he pushed aside his own feelings, focusing on being there for you in this moment of vulnerability.

As you reached your room, Sami stopped and faced you. "You got this, okay? Tomorrow is a new day, and you can work things out. Just be honest and true to yourself. He's a hothead, but he cares about you. Sometimes, he just needs things spelled out clearly." 

He also knew Roman would have his head if you and Jey didn't work things out. He assigned his 'Honorary Uce' to look out for you, and Sami took that responsibility seriously.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thanks, Sami. I'll do my best."

Sami returned the smile, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "That's the spirit. Take care, okay?"

You smiled up at him, like the stars in the night sky were in his orbs, a mix of emotions twinkling in your eyes. The tension between you was as prominent as ever, and you could practically taste the anticipation in the air. 

Sami was staring down at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual. The unspoken words hung between you two, a silent acknowledgment of the shared history and the emotions that had surfaced during this unexpected encounter. 

"You're a really good friend, you know that?'" You smiled at him, the lingering words between you and Sami hanging in the air. The atmosphere shifted, and there was a palpable tension.

The alcohol made you way more honest, but you were aware that you should snap out of whatever was building between you and Sami. You needed to focus on resolving things with Jey, not getting entangled in another emotional web. Sami's eyes softened as he looked at you, a mixture of emotions playing on his face.

Sami cleared his throat, his expression becoming more guarded. "I try my best," he replied, his voice a bit quieter.

You gave him a small nod, still feeling the weight of the emotional exchange. "Well, goodnight, Sami. And thanks again," you said, stepping into your room.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Take care," Sami replied, offering a final reassuring smile before turning away and heading back to his room.

As you closed the door behind you, the events of the night swirled in your mind. The encounter with Sami added an unexpected layer to the already complex emotions you were dealing with. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself of Sami's advice to have an honest conversation with Jey. The challenges ahead seemed daunting, but with newfound determination, you were ready to face them.

Wargames was tomorrow, but you had never felt less prepared for the battles both inside and outside the ring. The emotional turmoil had taken a toll on you, and as you changed into more comfortable clothes, you couldn't help but replay the night's events in your mind.

Unbeknownst to you, Sami had run into Kevin in the hotel hallway as he made his way back to his room. He internally rolled his eyes at the sight of Kevin, a reminder of the tangled web of emotions and conflicts that had affected your relationship with Jey. Kevin, sensing Sami's presence, turned to face him with a sympathetic look on his face, as if he wasn't gonna go to war with him tomorrow.

"Rough night?" Kevin asked, swiping his card to get a late-night snack from the vending machine.

Sami glared at Kevin, his guard immediately up. "You're one to talk."

Kevin chuckled, paying for his snack and turning to face Sami. "Look Sami, I don't know what Roman told you to get you this brainwashed as his 'Honorary Uce,' but you're treading on thin ice. Y/N deserves better, and you know it."

Sami's jaw clenched at Kevin's words, a surge of frustration bubbling within him. The history and tensions between Kevin and himself were as intricate as the web of emotions surrounding your relationships with Jey and Sami.

"Stay out of it, Kevin. You don't know anything," Sami retorted, his tone sharp.

Kevin raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I know more than you think. And I know I might have hurt you in the past-"

"Might have?' Kevin rolled his eyes at Sami, continuing. "Okay, I did. But I have never treated you like a second class citizen, Sami. Remember that when Roman has you picking up his dry cleaning," Kevin said, his tone a mixture of mockery and seriousness.

Sami's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration with Kevin palpable. He took a step closer, the tension between them escalating. "They are a family to each other, Kevin. Something you wouldn't understand. And I'm not doing this for Roman. I'm doing it for her, for Y/N-" Sami realized he said too much, his words hanging in the air. Kevin's eyes narrowed, processing Sami's slip of the tongue.

"And what do you think Roman is gonna do when he finds out how to use her against you? When he realizes you've gotten too close? You think he won't manipulate her to get what he wants?" Kevin's words cut through the tension, his gaze unwavering.

Sami's jaw tightened, and he shot back, "I'm not afraid of Roman. And Y/N is smarter than that."

Kevin scoffed, shaking his head. "The same one that went back to Jey after you, right? The same one that's caught in the crossfire of your loyalty to Roman? You're naive if you think Roman won't use that against you." Kevin stepped closer to Sami, their faces inches apart. The air was thick with tension, both men locked in a silent battle of wills.

"I don't need your advice, Kevin. You're not exactly a beacon of successful relationships," Sami spat, his voice low and controlled.

Kevin's smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. "At least I'm not letting the love of my life get hurt by a guy who will always pick his family over someone like her. Open your eyes, Sami. Roman might be your 'family,' but he won't hesitate to throw you under the bus if it serves him."

Sami's nostrils flared, and he clenched his fists, the intensity of the confrontation escalating. Kevin's words struck a nerve, awakening doubts and fears that Sami had tried to bury. The complexity of his loyalty to Roman and the tangled emotions involving you and Jey seemed to tighten its grip on him.

Kevin watched the emotions play out on Sami's face, each one revealing a different layer of the internal struggle. Despite their history, Kevin's words managed to penetrate Sami's defenses, sparking a seed of doubt in his mind.

"Jey is a snake, just like his piece of shit cousin. It might not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but eventually Roman will finish using Y/N and ask Jey to be the one to put her down. And what will he do?" Kevin's face was inches away from Sami's, filled with a mix of bitterness and concern.

Sami's mind raced, processing the weight of Kevin's words. The hallway seemed to close in around them as they stood locked in a silent battle of ideologies. "He will betray her, follow orders like a loyal dog, and leave her broken. And you will wondering if you could have done something to prevent it," Kevin concluded, his words hanging in the air.

Sami's gaze bore into Kevin's, a storm of conflicting emotions raging within him. The hallway was eerily silent, the tension between them almost tangible. Sami took a deep breath, trying to push aside the doubts and fears that Kevin's words had stirred.

"You don't know anything about my relationship with Roman, and you certainly don't know anything about Y/N and Jey," Sami retorted, his voice firm.

Kevin chuckled, a bitter edge to the sound. "I know that you have this kind of pull on Y/N that goes beyond friendship. I've seen the way she looks at you, the way you look at her. You may think you're doing the right thing, but you're just setting yourself up for heartbreak. And for what? Roman's approval? A place in his so-called family?"

Sami's expression hardened, a mixture of frustration and inner turmoil. Kevin's words were like a relentless assault on his convictions. The internal conflict reached a boiling point, and Sami's response was laced with a raw honesty.

"I don't need your approval or anyone else's. I'm doing what I think is right," Sami declared, his voice resolute.

Kevin shook his head, a disappointed sigh escaping his lips. "You're blinded by loyalty, Sami. It's gonna cost you more than you realize." He grabbed the food from the vending machine, before turning back to Sami, and Sami paused.

The confrontation in the hotel hallway had reached its peak, both men standing their ground with a shared history and conflicting loyalties. Sami realized that this Kevin was nothing he ever faced. He wasn't angry. He wasn't trying to tear Sami down with insults or physical threats. He was genuinly concerned, and it struck a chord with Sami.

"Tomorrow, you have the choice to either blindly follow orders and be a pawn in Roman's game or to bring both you and Y/N out of this mess." Kevin said, his tone more somber now. "If you leave, she'll realize that the Bloodline is not worth the sacrifice, and you'll get your girl back, our best fried back.  If you stay, you'll be dragged down with her when Roman decides she's expendable. And I won't be there to pick up the pieces. The choice is yours."

 Kevin's words lingered in the air, the weight of his advice settling on Sami's shoulders, and his gaze even more probing. With that, Kevin walked away, leaving Sami standing alone in the hotel hallway, wrestling with the internal turmoil sparked by their confrontation.

Sami took a deep breath, his mind racing as he tried to process the complex web of emotions and loyalties that surrounded him. The encounter with Kevin had shaken him to the core, forcing him to confront the potential consequences of his choices. The loyalty to Roman, the complicated history with you, and the growing realization of the impact on his own happiness all collided in his mind.

Should he listen to Kevin? Should he betray the Tribal Chief in the heat of battle so he could salvage his relationship/friendship with you? Should he risk everything for a chance at a different future? Should he ignore Kevin and stay true to the Bloodline, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness and potentially hurting you by Roman using one of you as a pawn to get the other in line? He didn't know what he was gonna do. 

But he knew one thing.

He had to choose between you, Roman, and Kevin. And he didn't know which one would be the right path to take. Each option seemed to carry its own set of risks and consequences, and Sami found himself torn between his loyalty to Roman, his feelings for you, and the warnings Kevin had presented.

But no matter what... tomorrow, he needed to be prepared for war.

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[mamisfavmosherz]

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[domripley]

You and Us - One

pairings: becky lynch x reader; poly!4hw x reader; 4hw

warnings: vaginal fingering, daddy kink, dom!becky, switch!bayley, switch!charlotte, switch!sasha, sub!reader, overstimulation, slight voyuerism, verbal degradation, slight possessiveness, established dom/sub, established relationship, healthy polyamory, gangbang

chapter word count: 3,806

summary: You had been Becky’s sub for a while, and now you’re starting to be come the other four horsewomen’s submissive.

You were a little nervous, having never been with more than one person, but Becky assured you that it would be fine. The last few weeks, Becky had taken you on dates when she had some free time - she also had talked to you about the fact that she was in a healthy open relationship with all three of her best friends. At first you were a little hesitant, unsure if she was telling you the truth that she did tell them about you. She understood, and one night, she video chatted them with you. Confirming that she was, in fact, telling the truth.

She had told you that they’d all like to get to know you in more ways than one, and you agreed that you wanted to get to know them as well. “You okay, princess?” Becky asked you, rubbing your thigh as Charlotte and Sasha argued on what to put on for their movie night.

“Y-yeah, just thinking about a few things,” you bit your lip, trying your best to focus on her two girlfriends. Who were still going at it.

“Like what?” she asked, and you cursed yourself internally. You should have known that she was going to push further.

Charlotte and Sasha both turned to see what your answer was going to be - genuinely shocking you with the fact that they were both listening in. Bayley was still in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the five of you, and you were just happy there was one less person to hear what you had to say.

“You had fucked me before we drove over here, Bex.” you looked down at your hands in your lap. You could almost feel that she was smirking at you.

“What about it were you thinking about? C’mon, tell us,”

“Want them to fuck me,” you breathed, unsure of what to say next. You had thought about this since Becky had fucked you, telling you how she would in front of her girlfriends. That was when you had come the hardest you ever had for her, and it certainly didn’t go unnoticed. “While you watch, and then you would fuck me last.”

You felt as if you were whispering, that the room was filled with more people you could count. As if you needed to keep a secret from everyone but Becky, but as soon as you heard a chuckle that thought left your head.

“I was going to say maybe we should wait after dinner, but I guess we can order in.” Bayley called out from the kitchen, which made you jump. How did she hear you from all the way in there? You didn’t spend too much time dwelling on it - because as soon as Bayley stepped into the room, Becky pushed a finger into your mouth.

“You know my rules, right baby?” she asked. You looked up to her and nodded, earning a soft smile from her. Pulling her finger out of your mouth before continuing. “Repeat them for me.”

“No coming without permission, Tell you or them when something’s too much, Only you can fuck my ass, and no being a brat.” you said, and the others seemed to understand. You watched as Becky stood up from the couch, she stood in front of you as Bayley took a seat next to you.

“Since this is a little new for you, I’ll explain some things. Sasha may sub to Charlotte, Bayley, and I, but she will be dominating you. You will listen to her, even if she’s subbing. Does that make sense, baby?”

Becky caressed your cheek as she waited for your answer. You bit your lip, and nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for her. She wanted a verbal answer, even if you were still a little nervous.

“It does. It makes sense.”

“They’re all going to take turns on you so it’s not too much for a first time with all of us. Are you okay with that?”

“I’m more than okay with that, I actually think that will be easier for me.”

“What are your safewords?” Sasha asked, who had taken off her glasses. You looked down at your hands - a habit of yours when you were nervous, but you knew you were going to have to answer them.

“Beck-Daddy and I use the traffic light system, but sometimes when I can’t talk I open and close my hands three times.”

“That sounds good with me. That’s usually what we use as well when we all play.” Bayley nodded, and both Charlotte and Sasha agreed.

“Now that that’s over with, take your clothes off and bend over the armrest. Daddy wants a show.”

You nodded, standing up as Becky switched spots with Bayley. Watching as the brunette went upstairs to what you guessed were the toys they were going to be using on you. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you pulled your shirt up over your head. Slightly jumping as you felt someone’s chest against your back - you let out a whimper as their hands cupped your chest through your bra. “You make such pretty noises, (Your Name).” Charlotte whispered, licking the shell of your ear.

“Th-Thank you, Char,” you whispered back.

Charlotte unclasped your bra, and you tossed it to the ground. You made eye contact with Becky, keeping it as you pulled your sweatpants down, along with the panties she had bought for your birthday. Once you were completely undressed, you bent over the armrest of the couch.

“Before you do that, do you want to be a good girl for me? For them?”

“I do, Daddy.”

“Get on your knees.”

You did as you were told, unsure of what she had in mind. You weren’t going to question her though, you trusted her with your life, and you trusted what she had in mind. Bayley came back down the stairs with a few toys, handing Charlotte a strapon, you bit your lip at the sight. It was bigger than anything you had taken, but you were sure you could take it.

Watching as the blonde pulled her shirt up over her head, and you couldn’t wait to touch her. “Bayley and I really enjoy watching Sash suck our straps, and I’ve seen how good you do it. Show them how much of a good little cock sucker you are.” Becky leaned back into the couch, resting her feet on the side you had been sitting on as she watched Charlotte put the strapon harness on. You had wondered in that moment how Charlotte looked when Becky fucked her, maybe you’d find out soon.

You moved closer to Charlotte, who was now stroking the toy as she watched. As soon as you were able to reach her, you gripped onto the base of the toy, licking your lips as you leaned in. You sucked on the tip lightly, running your tongue against it as you looked up at her. “You’re such a pretty princess, can’t wait to fuck you.” Charlotte hummed, watching as you pushed down further onto the toy.

“She gets so fuckin’ wet when she’s called a princess.” Becky chuckled, unbuckling her belt. “Sash, why don’t you get one of the straps on. You’ll be next after Charlotte.”

You relaxed your throat as Charlotte slowly fucked your mouth. You tried your best to focus as the others watched you - knowing that you were making Becky proud helped you even more. Helping you to your feet once she pulled you off of the toy, Charlotte led you to the armrest of the couch. Looking up to see Becky stroking the strapon that she had been packing.

Charlotte rubbed the tip through your folds, gathering up some of your wetness before she pushed all the way into you. You closed your eyes as you adjusted to the feeling, Becky had stretched you out many times before, but this was much different. “You tell us when you want Charlotte to move, okay?” Bayley said, rubbing your lower back comfortably.

“Y-yes, she can move. Please move, m’need it!” you cried out, trying to push back against Charlotte to get some sort of friction. The blonde held you still by your hips - not letting you move.

“Who said you can take charge? Did Daddy say you can fuck my cock back?” Charlotte teased, using her left hand to pull you up by your hair.

“N-No, but I need it so bad, please!” you whimpered, trying your best to stay still - not wanting to be punished this early on. Your nerves disappeared as Charlotte began to move, fucking you at a pace you could get used to. It wasn’t enough to bring you close to the edge, but you were desperate for anything at this point.

“You’re just a desperate little slut, huh? Daddy told us all about what you thought about. How you wanted us to use you like a fucking toy. Tell me, how hard do you want me to fuck your cunt?”

“S-So hard, please, Char? Want you to give it to me good in front of Daddy.” you begged, keeping eye contact with Becky. She watched as Charlotte sped up her thrusts, fucking you at a bruising pace that quickly sent you over the edge. But before you could ride out your orgasm, she pulled out just as fast as it came.

“Nobody said you could come, (Your Name). Already being a naughty brat for me, huh? I guess Daddy needs to be more strict with you?” Charlotte chuckled, earning an eye roll from Becky as she slid back into you.

“Maybe ya should have told her she wasn’t allowed to come? Don’t blame me for yer mistakes, sweetheart.”

You tried your best not to laugh at their bickering, considering Charlotte fucked you harder as they went on and on. “Come when you’re ready, wanna show Bex just how hard I can make you come.”

You nodded once she let go of your hair, gasping as she gripped your hips harder than before. Fucking yourself back against the toy successfully to try and get as much friction as you wanted. This time, Charlotte didn’t mind it at all. “Oh fuck, feels so fucking good-“ you cried out as the sounds of your pussy filled the room. You could hear Bayley chuckle, unsure if it was because of the sounds or how Becky looked desperate to touch you.

“Can feel you squeezing the strap, fuck me back harder.”

You did just that - fucking the toy back harder than before, you were already close once more. Turning your head to see Bayley lazily finger Sasha while they watched you got you to the edge. Charlotte fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down as you tried to pull away from her. “Who wants a turn next?” she asked, slapping the tip of the strap against your clit, causing you to whine. You were sensitive already, but you wanted more - you wanted them all to have you.

Bayley removed her fingers from Sasha, getting up to go over to you. “Open your mouth, baby,” she instructed, and you did it without a second thought. Sucking the mess that Sasha made on Bayley’s fingers, you let out a whimper. Sasha slipped on one of the strapons that were brought downstairs earlier.

“Does she taste good?” Bayley cooed, keeping her eyes locked on Sasha. She hummed in response as you tried to talk around her fingers. “Good girl, maybe if you want you can make her come later? Would you like that baby?”

You nodded, closing your eyes as Sasha slides into you all the way. Before you could adjust, she began a fast pace. “Gonna ruin your tight little pussy, all you’re gonna want is to be fucked by us.” she moaned, slapping your ass as Bayley pulled her fingers out of your mouth.

You bit your lip as Sasha fucked into you harder, rubbing the pad of her thumb against your asshole. You were ready to go over the edge, only needing a little more to help you out. “Sash, please,” you cried out, unsure on how to form the right words. All you truly needed was anything she was willing to give you.

“What do you need? Tell me and I’ll give it to you,” she said, pulling you up to her chest by your hair. Wrapping her left arm around your waist as the other hand wrapped around your throat.

“Rub my clit, please, please I need it so bad.” you cried out, fucking back against Sasha to meet her thrusts. When she didn’t, you let out a whimper. “Please, Please. Sasha-“

She cut you off, bringing the hand that was wrapped around your throat down to your cunt. Rubbing tight circles against your aching clit, Sasha let out a breathy laugh as you fucked her back. She didn’t seem to care, considering she moved her fingers faster to meet with you. Looking right as Becky, you almost came at the sight of her with no clothes on. You hadn’t noticed that she even undressed, too focused on what Sasha was doing to you.

“Fuck, Sasha-“

You cut yourself with a loud cry, spilling over the edge faster than you thought. Sasha fucked you through your orgasm, gripping your waist harder as you rode out your high. She didn’t stop once your orgasm was finished, bringing you closer to the next one.

“Oh fuck, please, you feel so fucking good, want so much more!” you cried out, looking up to see Becky give you an unreadable look.

“Yeah? You’re such a greedy little slut? No wonder why Daddy brought you over, your pussy needs all of our attention, huh?” Sasha fucked you, and as you get closer to the edge, she was quick to pull out of you. Becky let out a raspy chuckle as you cried out from the feeling of being empty.

Before you could complain, Bayley pulled you off of the arm rest. Turning you around so you could sit on it and face her. “You are such a greedy little girl, huh? What? You’re pussy needs more?” she asked, slapping your thigh before spreading your legs. “Answer my question or Daddy and I won’t touch you.”

“Yes, I need so much more, please, Bayley,”

“You’re lucky I can’t say no to a desperate little slut like you.”

Sliding two of her fingers into your cunt, Bayley gripped your hair as she fucked you at a hard pace. Curling her fingers, you bit your lip as you tried your best to stay balanced on the arm rest. “You’re soaking my fingers, Daddy told me you love making messes all over her. Is that true?”

You leaned forward to rest against Bayley as soon as she let your hair go. “Y-yes.” you whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. Gripping your chin hard, Bayley pulled you to your feet so you were once again facing Becky, Charlotte, and Sasha.

“Say it so Charlotte and Sash know, whore. Was Daddy telling the truth?”

“Daddy was telling the truth! I make such messes all over Daddy…fuck!” You gasped as Bayley slid into your pussy from behind, not giving you time to adjust. Not that you needed to be warmed up now - her strapon wasn’t the thickest, but you loved the feeling it gave you.

“Yeah she does, just you fuckin’ wait yer gonna really see what a whore she is.” Becky grunted, watching as Bayley fucked you harder.

Reaching behind you, you tried your best to pull Bayley closer to you each time. “What do you want, baby? You wanna touch me?” she taunted, grabbing both of your hands before she pushed you down against the arm rest. Holding them against your lower back, Bayley refused to let them go as she slowed down her pace.

“Please, no, wanna get fucked faster.” You whined pressing your cheek against the couch seat. You weren’t normally a brat, especially when you’ve gotten so much attention, but Bayley’s pace wasn’t enough.

Bayley let go of your hands, and pulled out of you completely. You looked at Becky with confusion plastered on your face.

“You see baby, I may dom all of you, but Bayley is more of a dom than Charlotte and Sasha.” Bayley laughed, leaning closer to you so she could lift your head with her right hand. “But the difference between her and I when we dom, is that she doesn’t deal with brats. Now count.”

Becky looked up at Bayley with her last two words, a smile spread across her face. Before you could register what was going on, Bayley’s hand came crashing down. “One…” you whispered.

Bayley spanked your other cheek just as hard, making eye contact with Becky. When she heard you whisper “Two”, she continued to rain spanks down at a hard and fast pace. As soon as you got to ten, Becky kissed you lightly on the forehead. “Good girl. Tell Bayley you’re sorry, and ask if she’ll make you come okay?”

“I-I’m sorry for giving you attitude, Bayley. Please make me come?” you bit your lip, looking into Becky’s eyes. Her pupils were blown with lust.

“Should I, Daddy?” Bayley asked the redhead in front of you.

“Do it, make her come.”

Bayley slid back into you slowly, quickly combing her fingers through your hair to pull you back against her chest. “Touch your clit for me, (Your Name).” she whispered in your ear as she fucked you.

Reaching down to rub at your clit, you tried your best to focus on it. But as Becky leaned in, and wrapped her lips around your right nipple, you couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Well that’s just rude that the two of you are hogging her.” You heard Charlotte say, and you could almost see her rolling her eyes. Your thought of what she was doing stopped when she lightly slapped your hand away from your cunt.

She began to rub at your clit at a pace that matched Bayley’s movements. Sasha watched from where Becky had been sitting, fucking herself with her fingers at the sight of all three of them working together to get you over the edge.

You wrapped your hand in Becky’s hair, pulling her off your nipple so you could kiss her. She gladly did what you wanted, biting your lip as she pulled away. “Come for us, baby. You earned it.” She breathed pinching at both of your nipples, bringing you over the edge. You came with a shout, both of your legs shaking, and if it weren’t for Bayley fully holding you up as fucked you through your orgasm, you wouldn’t be able to stand up.

When you came down from your high, Bayley picked up and sat you down on the couch. “Color, (Your Name)?

“Green, Becky.” you said, trying to catch your breath. You were okay for one more round, and she knew that. But she wanted to make sure you were okay to continue.

“Alright, are you up to riding me, baby? Or do you want me to fuck you?” she asked as she sat down next to you. You knew what she wanted, but she loved to ask you anyways.

“Wanna ride you in front of them.”

Sasha got up off of the couch, and sat next to both Bayley and Charlotte. Becky moved back to her original spot so she could have a back rest, and you were quick to straddle her hips. You had been on the road with her brand for a while, but the two of you hadn’t had a moment together like this in a while. But you were glad to be sharing it with all three of her girlfriends.

Sliding down onto the toy, you were thankful Becky gave you time to adjust. Having the thickest strapon out of all of them. ”Fuck.” you gasped, finally taking all of it to the base.

“You like Daddy’s cock, baby? It’s brand new just for you.” Becky smiled up at you. Quickly turning to look at her girlfriends. “Don’t think I didn’t see ya fucking yerself, Sash. Sit on Bayley’s strap while I fuck (Your Name).”

You heard Sasha get off of the part she was sitting on, and when you heard her tiny gasp you knew she had listened to Becky.

“Yer so pretty, all fucked out and now on yer Daddy’s cock.” Becky praised, pushing on your back lightly to guide you closer towards her chest. “Yer mine, theirs.”

Taking a nipple into her mouth, Becky began fucking into you as she held you by your lower back. “Say it.” she moaned against you, picking up your pace.

“I’m yours. Fuck, Daddy, harder please!” you cried, trying your best to hold still as she fucked you at her pace.

Becky brought right hand up to your throat, and held it tightly as she fucked up into you harder. You were overly sensitive, but you wanted more and she was going to give it to you however you needed it.

You held onto the armrest, trying your best to meet Becky’s thrusts. You weren’t far away from the edge, and it was fast approaching. Becky reached her left hand further down, but as soon as she realized she couldn’t reach your asshole, she got a better idea. “Charlotte, c’mere,” Becky instructed, and as soon as the blonder was near the two of you, Becky continued. “Take yer thumb and rub at her entrance.”

You looked at Becky with wide eyes as Charlotte spat on her thumb. You both knew you were going to come harder than any of the other orgasms you’ve had. You tightened around Becky’s strap as the blonde rubbed the pad of her thumb against your entrance as Becky continued to fuck up into you.

”Daddy.” you came, trying your best to fuck Becky back through your orgasm. But as soon as you came down from your high, you slumped down against the red head, not even bothering to pull yourself off of the toy.

You were ready to sleep, and as soon as Becky recognized that you were checking out, she pulled you off of her strap. “Bayley, take care of Sash, I’ll get (Your Name) situated for the night.” she instructed, and the three of them headed upstairs.

“After your bath, do you want them to come cuddle with us? We have a big enough of bed. If not I’ll lay with you on the couch tonight.”

“Want them with me too, Bex.”

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”

Becky kissed you on your cheek before she picked you up, bringing you upstairs to use the bath. You were glad you were finally able to meet her girlfriends.

#4hw x reader #becky lynch x reader #charlotte flair x reader #sasha banks x reader #bayley x reader #my writing #mine

[judgementdaysunshine]

Nocturnal

Pairing: Sasha Banks x Fem reader x Bianca Belair

Description: Your girlfriends realize just how bad your insomnia is when they spend the night with you and help you sleep

You were excited for your girlfriends to come over and stay the night with you cooking dinner as they walk in the door as you set the table. The three of you have dinner before watching a series of rom coms on the couch for the next few hours until the three of you slowly winded down watching tv but by the time the girls were dozing off you were still awake trying to get yourself to turn your mind off and fall asleep but by the time both your girlfriends were dead asleep you were still awake laying between them for half an hour before slowly getting up first finishing dishes followed by sweeping and mopping around the whole house minus the bedroom opting to do that the next day, after checking the time to see that it was 1:30 AM you quietly let the dogs out and back before doing laundry for the next two hours until you stopped the last load feeding the dogs before sitting on the couch and watching tv. You take sips of water before eating leftovers of dinner and drink milk noticing that it was now 4:17 sighing with tears in your eyes completely exhausted but still full of energy as you lay on the couch with your dog Roki until you hear the floor creak looking to see Sasha above the couch looking down at you "Have you been awake this whole time?" you nod defeated as her hand caresses your cheek before going to the stove and making tea being joined by Bianca as she puts the pot on the stove sandwiched on the couch before heading back upstairs sipping on the tea feeling the exhaustion creep up on you until you fell asleep wrapped in their arms with the barely audible background of the tv playing the last thing you see other than the clock saying 4:42 was the girls intertwining their hands with you and their other hands with each other.

#bianca belair x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #sasha banks #sasha banks x reader #bianca belair #bianca belair x reader x sasha banks #sasha banks x reader x bianca belair

[lovemesomeflair]

Masterlist

Requests:open i might not be that quick at getting to requests but I will try my best

Charlotte flair

Becky lynch

Bayley

Sasha banks

Poly!4hw

Shayna baszler

Zoey stark

Dakota kai

Jessamyn duke

Mia yim

The BRE

Nikki bella

Brie bella

Liv Morgan

Raquel Rodriguez

Ronda Rousey

Rouszler

Shaykota

Zelina Vega

Poly!damage Ctrl

Iyo sky

Trish stratus

Paige/saraya

Toni storm

Lita

Mickie James

Sonya deville

Asuka

Shotzi

Aj Lee

Nattie

Tegan nox

Alexa bliss

Rhea Ripley

Jade cargill

I might add more people later on you can feel free to ask if I would write for anyone tho :)

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[jeyssfavv]

okay so.. I’ve been seeing this edit right.. and my mind is going places where they probably shouldn’t and I know y'all's mind is doing the same thing, so if someone need a fanfic idea based off of this, come to me pooks 😍

video credits: gxm.legit (on TikTok)

#gxg smut #sasha banks x reader #sasha banks #wwe fic #wwe x reader #wwe smut #wlw

[lowkeyerror]

Important Decisions

Sasha Banks x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Real life events aka the walkout

Summary: You're an AEW wrestler dating Sasha Banks. You're on the road when you find out about her walking out of Raw. With no hesitation you're on the way to her.

An: Part of my 15 posts in 1 fay for 1.5k

Masterlist

You had no idea what was going on. There was gossip going around, but you didn't trust gossip. The mumbles around the locker room were getting louder and louder.

" Did you hear your girl walked out on Raw tonight?"

You furrowed your eyebrows," What are you talking about, Max ?"

" It's all over twitter. Her and Naomi left the title belts and walked out, they even called it out on the air."

" Fuck," You grabbed your car keys and began to head out of the building.

The AEW politics were different from those of WWE. That's not to say they were better, just different. So no one had anything to say to you as you walked out mid-show.

You'd personally talk to Tony Khan and sort it out later, but now you were trying to get on a plane as soon as possible.

Mercedes wasn't answering any of your calls or text, which made you even more on edge.

The two-hour flight seemed to be going as slow as humanly possible. You kept checking social media for any possible updates. You were sending messages to Sasha's closest friends to see if they had been in contact with her.

Pam said she hadn't gotten an answer either and was on the way to her house now. She had offered to pick you up from the airport, which you accepted gratefully.

When you got in the car with her, you could tell that her nerves were just as bad as yours.

" This could be really bad," Pam said as she sped off in the direction of Mercedes house.

" I know, I've seen social media. I've seen the reports and the anonymous backstage opinions, but they don't know Mercedes. She wouldn't just do this for no reason."

When the two of you arrived at her place, there were already a few other cars parked outside. You could hear the yelling from outside.

Whatever you were about to walk into was not going to be easy to navigate. You unlocked the door with Pam trailing behind you.

" Mercedes, calm down," an Irish accent rings through your ears.

" Why should I have to calm the fuck down? They're putting full blame on Trin and me. Let's not act like we don't know why? I'm so fucking tired of this shit."

" We know that, but there's nothing we can do about it now," you can hear the tall blonde trying to de-escalate the situation.

Your eyes widen slightly, hearing both; Ashley and Becky in the same room. You didn't revel in the shock for too long before entering the living room.

Mercedes was pacing back and forth. Ashley and Becky were on opposite sides of the room, trying to comfort her. Trin was sitting on the couch in between Jon and Josh.

" Mercedes," eyes were now on you, and your girlfriend stopped her movements.

She pointed at you," Are they hiring over there where you work? Do they want the biggest name in the professional wrestling industry? I'll take the pay cut, I don't care. All I want is-"

You walked over to her and wrapped your arms around her waist. She immediately buried her head into your chest. After a few deep breaths, she regained her composure.

Her hands fiddled with the end of your shirt," How did you get here so fast?"

" I took a plane as soon as I heard. We don't have to talk about it, in fact, I don't think talking about it will do anyone any good."

Mercedes slips out of your grasp and takes a seat across from the Usos and Trinity.

" I'm so sorry I dragged you into this," she picks at her nails.

Trinity shakes her head," This was the right choice. Someone needed to do it, but not everyone is ready for that conversation."

Pam took a seat next to Mercedes and the three girls began to converse. You were going to join, but Ashley and Becky were giving you a look.

You headed for the kitchen, and the two women followed you. Ashley stood next to you and Becky stood across from her. They both gave each other an awkward look before clearing their throats.

Becky started," I'm not going to bullshit you Y/n, this is not looking good for either of them, but especially Mercedes."

" Trinity could possibly bounce back from this, but this could be the end of Sasha banks. The company is really focused on making Mercedes out as the big problem," Ashley explained.

" You think they'll fire her?"

This time, when the women share a look, it's somber.

" It's too early to tell," Becky says.

" But, it's definitely a possibility," Ashley finishes the thought.

You sigh, rubbing your hand over your face," Thank you for setting aside your differences for this, but I think I've got it from here."

They both nod and give you hugs separately before leaving. When you make it back to the living room, everyone has cleared the house. It's just Mercedes sitting there staring off into the abyss.

" Mercedes," she glances at you and her eyes begin to water.

You take a seat next to her and pull her into your side. Her head falls on your shoulder as you rub up and down her arm.

She sobs into your shoulder, and you just hold her tighter. You kiss the top of her head," Talk to me, baby."

" All I wanted to do was showcase the titles. They put the titles to fill some sort with diversity quota, but didn't bother to build the titles. They haven't meant anything since Pam and I held them, and that's not fair. Someone needed to stand up for them, and so I did… but now," she trailed off, tears welling back up.

" You did the right thing, but the right thing isn't always without consequence. You've given so much to this business. No matter how hard they try, they can never erase your legacy. WWE is not the end all be all anymore, you can go anywhere. Mercedes, you are a star, and they can't take that from you."

" I love you," she placed a kiss on your lips.

You smile at her," I love you more."

You sit there, entangled in each other, for a few moments.

" So, you never answered my question."

You arch an eyebrow at the blue haired woman.

" Are they hiring?"

You laugh," If I had to share a locker room with you, I'm not so sure, I'd be able to control myself."

She flipped her hair," Well, obviously that's why I'd have my own private changing room."

The sarcasm in her voice made you chuckle even more," Am I invited or?"

She taps her chin in faux-thought," I don't know, what do I get if I let you in?"

You smirk," You can have whatever you want, you're the boss."

Her eyes darken for a second," I can't really be sure if I can let you in unless I take you for a test drive."

" Upstairs?" You wiggle your eyebrows.

She cracks under your antics but agrees," Upstairs."

You pick her up bridal style, which makes her squeal. You two go upstairs in a fit of laughter, smiles, and kisses.

Mercedes would get through this, but until the storm passed, you'd make sure to be her umbrella.

#lowkeyerror #sasha banks #sasha banks x reader #wwe #aew #charlotte flair #becky lynch #naomi #bayley

[claymorexpunisher]

Mutual Benefits (18+ Oneshot)

Pairing(s): Mercedes Mone/Fem. Reader

Summary: Part 4 of “30 Days of Smut”

Tags: 18+, f/f, mutual masturbation.

Word Count: 416

‘’Ugh, I’m so glad to have a day off!... So! What do you wanna do now? Watch a movie?’’ Sasha asked me as we cuddled on the large bed of our hotel room in Germany.

But the only answer I gave her was to scoot closer to her and attach my lips to her neck, running my tongue along her smooth, soft skin and hummed pleasantly as I did so.

I figured she’d push me away, considering how busy she’s been on such a hectic tour.

But I was pleased when Sasha released a hum of her own and gave me more access to her neck as she pulled me as close as possible to her.

Even though I had been able to come on tour with her for a couple days, quiet alone time was rare and even when we had it, it’s no surprise that all she wanted to do was sleep.

So, I sure as hell wasn’t gonna pass this up now that I had it.

‘’Ohh, that’s what you wanna do?’’ Sasha laughed.

‘’Mmhm. It’s exactly what I wanna do.’’ I murmured, smiling at the sweet sound of her damn near purring as I continued to kiss and nibble against her neck.

‘’Unless you’re too tired. I’ll totally understand.’’ I whispered against Sasha’s ear before bringing her earlobe into my mouth and tugging on it lightly.

I chuckled as I felt her body practically melt underneath mine, encouraging me further.

‘’Not anymore I’m not.’’ Sasha mumbled, giggling breathlessly as I began to grind my hips against hers.

It was as if our minds and bodies were connected, when at the same time, we reached into each other’s pj’s and began touching each other.

I heard Sasha gasp against my ear as my fingers focused their ministrations on every nerve-ending between her legs and I clenched my eyes tightly as she brought the heel of her palm against me and brought me closer and closer to the edge.

‘’Keep doing that, please… keep doing that,’’ Sasha choked out and I moaned in response, not stopping my frenzied movements.

Watching her and knowing that I was causing her to lose control like this was about the hottest thing I had ever witnessed.

Slowly but surely, our sounds picked up just as much as the movements of our hips, and we could barely form any words as we brought each other to the edge.

It’s a wonder nobody next door to us complained that night…

#sasha banks #sasha banks fanfiction #sasha banks smut #sasha banks x female reader #sasha banks x reader #wwe fanfic #wwe smut #wwe fanfiction #wrestling fic #wrestling smut

[fict1onallyobsessed]

What is happening

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[smartycvnt]

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.

-----

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.

----

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.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #charsha imagines #charsha imagine #charsha x reader #charsha #sasha banks x charlotte flair x reader #sasha banks #sasha banks imagines #sasha banks imagine #sasha banks x reader #charlotte flair imagine #charlotte flair imagines #charlotte flair x reader #charlotte flair

[south-of-heaven]

The 4hw of wwe x reader

Reader is really sensitive to shouting and like people being aggressively angry due to past trauma. The 4hw all get into an argument and just keep shouting and screaming at eachother reader gets really scared and upset and they only realise after a few minutes because they can hear the reader hyperventilating, they stop arguing and quickly comfort reader and start apologising

Arguing || The Four Horsewomen (WWE) x Reader

Summary: You don't like loud yelling or arguing, your partners start arguing loudly.

The room suddenly fills with raised voices, sharp words cutting through the air like knives. Your heart races, and a sense of unease settles over you. Yelling has never been something you're comfortable with, and the loud arguing between your partners is making your anxiety spike.

The intensity of their argument escalates, voices clashing and mingling in a cacophony that's overwhelming. Even your usually calm dog starts barking, adding to the chaos. You feel trapped, the noise and tension pressing in on you from all sides.

Minutes stretch on, the arguing seeming to go on forever. You can't take it anymore; your chest feels tight, and tears start streaming down your face. Your breath comes in quick, shallow gasps, and you can't control the panic rising within you.

And then, amidst the tumult, you hear a shift in tone. Bayley's voice, once loud and combative, softens as she speaks your name. She's heard your quiet sobs, your hyperventilating, over the chaos. The realization that you're scared and overwhelmed reaches them, and their argument dies down.

They rush to your side, their faces a mix of guilt and concern. Sasha's soothing hand rests on your shoulder, her voice gentle as she reassures you. Charlotte and Becky exchange apologetic glances, their earlier anger giving way to empathy.

Bayley kneels in front of you, her eyes filled with regret. She cups your face in her hands, speaking in hushed tones, assuring you that they didn't mean to upset you. They all gather around, their presence a comforting shield against the lingering fear.

As they speak to you in hushed, soothing voices, your breathing starts to steady. Their understanding and care wrap around you like a warm embrace, easing the panic that had gripped you. And as their words of comfort continue, you begin to feel safe once more, knowing that even in moments of conflict, your bond remains unbreakable.

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[kyleoreillylover]

Like mother like son, they are better as heels.

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[litaskick]

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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[domripley]

You and Us - Two

pairing(s): 4hw x reader; poly!4hw

warnings: overstimulation, daddy kink, finger fucking, anal, fluff, kink negotiation, oral, oral sex on a strapon, verbal degradation, rimming, orgasm denial, ruined orgams

word count: 6,241

summary: You had been Becky’s sub for a while, and now you’re starting to become the other four horsewomen’s submissive.

You woke up the next morning to Sasha with her arm around you. Becky, Bayley, and Charlotte weren’t in the bed, but you were too exhausted to move.

“Good morning, love,” Sasha said against your throat. Kissing your shoulder as her finger tips ran across your chest.

“M-Morning,” you whined as Sasha moved down to kiss more of your skin. You knew what she was doing, but you weren’t too sure it was allowed.

“Did you have fun last night?”

“I-I did, did you?”

You tried to hold your breath, as her mouth reached your right nipple. “Wait!”

Sasha pulled back, concern was plastering her face. “What’s wrong, (Your Name)?”

“I-Is this allowed?”

Sasha didn’t respond to your question - instead she got up out of the bed, telling you to meet her downstairs with the others. You were worried she was upset with you, but she seemed like she wasn’t.

Once you had gone to the bathroom, and put a shirt on, you were sure it was Sasha’s. You made your way downstairs to find Bayley cooking, and both Charlotte and Sasha watching something on the television.

“Hey, sweetheart. Come join us.” Charlotte smiled.

You shyly smiled at them, sitting down next to the two of them. Becky came out of the downstairs, bathroom, moving towards the other couch that was across from the one you were currently on.

“So, Sasha had brought up something to us that you were concerned about. Would it be okay if we all talked about it over breakfast?” Becky asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah we can.”

—

Once everyone had set the table, Bayley brought the food out for everyone. You noticed that she had cooked you your favorite breakfast meal - eggs, toast, and hash browns. The thought that Becky has told them some of your favorite foods made your heart swell.

“Thank you for cooking this for us, Bayley,” you gave her a small smile. You wanted her to know how much you appreciated the effort, hoping that how nervous you were, wasn’t written all over your face.

“You’re very welcome, (Your Name).”

You took what you wanted from the plates of food, thankful that they didn’t talk about what Sasha told them right off the bat. You wouldn’t be ready for it - and Becky knew this. Waiting until everyone had what they wanted on their plate, and had already started eating, Becky began to talk.

“So Sasha had brought up that you were a little concerned that it wouldn’t be allowed if she were allowed to play with you while I was downstairs? Is that true?”

“I-I wasn’t sure because you weren’t in the room with us…” you tailed off, turning to the redhead. She looked calm, as if she understood what you were getting at.

“Baby, yer allowed to play with them as much as ya want. Even if I’m not in the same room or if I’m not even here. I play with them when yer away, and you knew that.” she gave you a reassuring smile. “So if Sasha wants to pleasure ya when the two of you are in the bed by yerselfs it’s more than okay. If any of them want to play with yer pretty pussy, you don’t need permission from me.”

“Alright, that makes me feel a lot better.” You bit your lip. Suddenly you jumped a little as you felt a hand touch your thigh, it was Sasha who you knew had no intentions of giving you what you wanted at that moment.

“I’m glad, and please if you have any other concerns I want you to come to me, come to us about them. We won’t be mad or even upset, (Your Name).” Sasha said, her hand traveling up higher. You shifted in your seat as you started to spread jelly onto a piece of your toast.

“I promise I will as soon as something comes up.” you knew if you had taken a bite of your toast, you would have choked because Sasha’s finger tips ghosted your inner thigh.

Leaning in, she whispered, “I’m going to fucking ruin you after they leave for the gym.”

You were definitely looking forward to it.

——

You all cleaned the table, and as Bayley, Becky, and Charlotte bid their goodbyes before going to the gym, Becky gave you a knowing smirk.

“So what do you want to do?” you asked to break the comfortable silence, and Sasha turned to look at you.

“Let’s go upstairs and finish what we were about to start.” she suggested, grabbing your hand and leading you up to the master bedroom. You were glad she had told the others about your concern, especially since you were now much more comfortable with the thought of even doing things with just Sasha around.

As the two of you got in the room, Sasha pushed you onto the bed. Moving between your legs, she began grinding against you. “Do you want me to kiss you?” she asked, kissing the side of your neck.

“Yes, please.”

Your first thought she was referring to your mouth, but as she moved down your body, you realized she was talking about something entirely different from what you thought. Moving down so that your legs were dangling off the foot of the bed, you let out a quiet gasp as Sasha pushed your thighs apart. “Knew you weren’t wearing anything other than my shirt this morning. You look so good in it, but wanna know what looks much better?”

Getting down on her knees, Sasha continued to keep eye contact with you. Slapping your pussy lightly, she spoke up, “I asked you a question, (Your Name). I expect an answer.”

“Wh-What looks better, Sash?”

“This pretty little pussy of yours, no wonder why Becky loves it. So pretty.” she leaned in, kissing your right inner thigh, before your other thigh. She was going slow on purpose. Closing her eyes, she kissed your pussy softly, to where you could barely feel it.

”Please,” you whined, hoping she would give in. You knew if it was Becky, she wouldn’t give in, and maybe Sasha would be different.

“What do you want?” she asked, running the pad of her thumb through your folds.

“Your mouth, please? M’need your mouth on me.”

“But I’ve already had my mouth on your thighs, what more do you want?”

You knew the game she was playing all too well - Becky had done this to you many times before. “Want your mouth on my pussy, please Sash?”

Instead of ignoring your request, Sasha wrapped her lips around your clit, she pressed two of her fingers against your entrance. “Beg me.” she said dipping one of the fingers into your hole.

“Sash, please just fuck me, I need it.” You gave in, not wanting to wait any longer for her mouth.

Sasha didn’t waist anymore more time, sliding two of her fingers into your tight cunt. You let out a quiet wimpier as she started off with a slow pace. You wanted much more already, and both of you knew that.

“You’re already so wet and I’ve barely been fucking you. Tell me, do you want another finger, baby? What do you want?”

You took a deep breath, trying your best to focus on the words that were ready to say. However, as she rubbed the pad of her thumb against your clit, you had almost come then and there if she hadn’t pulled her hand away from you entirely.

“Bu-“ you started, but she cut you off, slapping your pussy hard. You let out a cry, instantly shutting your legs as you watched Sasha get up from where she was sitting.

“No ‘buts’, baby. ‘Bout to give you something much better than my mouth and my fingers.” You weren’t sure at first what she was referring to, too focused on losing the pleasure she was giving you. Going to one of the dressers they had in the room - the smallest that was more of a storage container. Sasha pulled out a viborator that you were very familiar with. Becky’s favorite to use on you was in fact, a hitachi - usually she used it while she fucked you with her strapon. So what Sasha was getting ready to do was completely different.

“I’m going to overstimulate you until I’m bored. Understood? Color?”

“Green,” you took a deep breath. “And I understand.”

Turning on the hitachi to the lowest setting, Sasha pushed it up against your clit lightly. ”Holy fuck!” you let out a gasp, closing your legs as quickly as you could. The sudden feeling on your cunt was enough to send you over the edge way too early.

“First and only warning baby, you close your legs again I’ll tie you up for the others to find you. Leave you with this messy little pussy so desperate? It would honestly be such a shame, baby.” Sasha hummed, waiting for your response.

“No, no please, I promise I’ll keep my legs open, Sash!” you begged, doing as you said you would.

“Yeah that’s it. We’re going to go nice and slow okay? If it gets to be way too much, make sure you safeword. I won’t be upset at all. Understood?”

“I understand.”

“Good girl.”

You tried your best to stay focused on keeping your legs open, not wanting to be punished. You also didn’t want to disappoint her.

She pushed the hitachi hard against your clit, causing your left leg to shake as you tried even harder to not give in to closing your legs. “Sash-!” you cried out, coming faster than you ever have. You hadn’t realized you closed your eyes, until you opened them to find Sasha staring up at you.

“You came so fast, baby. Are you ready for another?” she asked, turning the toy up a notch. Looking up at you as you nod, the next level it was on, was much faster than the first and it made you a little nervous. “This time, (Your Name), you’re going to tell me how close you are before you come. You don’t have to ask for permission, but I need to know that you’re coming.”

You didn’t think anything of it, and as Sasha pushed the hitachi against your pussy once more, any thoughts left your head. Continuing to push it against you, you began to shake, unsure if your orgasm was approaching. “Sasha, please.” you cried out, unsure of what you were begging for.

“Yes, (Your Name)?”

The way your name rolled off of her tongue pushed you closer to the edge, and you were trying to gather up the words you wanted to say. “M’close, Sash. I’m already so close again-“ you cut yourself as your second orgasm ripped through you. But as fast as it came, it was just as fast leaving, if not faster.

Sasha let out a laugh, shutting off the hitachi. You let out a gasp, “Sasha?”

“Yeah, baby girl?”

“Why did you do that?” you cried out, closing your legs as tight as you could.

“Because I can. I gave you two orgasms - did I not? Hm?”

You knew she had a point, but you never thought she would ruin your orgasm. Usually Becky would have told you what she was doing, and now you were realizing they were all much more different than the redhead.

“Let’s get you dressed, the others will be here soon.”

It was going to be a very long day.

—

When they finally got back home, you had showered, and Sasha had given you a clean pair of clothes. You wanted so much more than what she gave you, but you didn’t want to be bratty towards her. Not yet. Becky knew how much of a brat you could be, and you wanted to keep that between the two of you for a while. Although, last night Bayley got a little taste of how you could be.

“You okay, (Your Name)? You seem a little distracted?” Charlotte asked. The two of you were the only ones downstairs, as Sasha and Bayley were taking a nap, and Becky was downstairs in their home gym. You hadn’t even realized that she came into the room, or that you were supposed to be doing the dishes.

“N-No, what makes you say that, Char?” you asked, even though both of you knew the real answer.

“Bex told you to do dishes, and you’ve been trying to grind against the counter for five minutes. I heard what Sasha did to you,” Charlotte said, getting closer to the point where your ass was against her front. You gasped, feeling that she was packing. “Such a rude, rude thing to do to your pretty little pussy.”

Charlotte whispered in your ear, your breath caught in your throat at the feeling of her breath against your neck. She had you there, and you both knew it. “Please…” you trailed off, grinding against Charlotte’s strap that she was packing.

Without a word the blonde pulled back, giving herself enough room to unzip her jeans “Pull your pants down to your ankles, along with your panties. Gonna fuck you right here, like you deserve.”

You did as she said, hoping that she wasn’t going to pull what Sasha did. But as soon as they were around your ankles, she was quick to bend you over the sink. “You’re such a filthy little thing, baby. Letting me take you anywhere I want, huh? Knowing the others could easily walk in and see what’s going on. Tell me, how do you think Daddy would react?”

Before you could answer, she lined up the toy to your entrance, and slid in with ease. “She really did leave you desperate, I didn’t even need to get you ready for me. Now answer my question or I can stay inside you while you finish your dishes. Your choice.”

“Daddy would watch you fuck me at first, and then… laugh at how wet I am,” you moaned, trying your best to focus on the words that were coming out of your mouth instead of the cock in your cunt. “Then she would pro-probably fuck me in front of you.”

“Yeah she would, after I got done using this cunt of ours. You’re already squeezing around my cock, baby. I bet Daddy would love to hear about this.” Charlotte laughed, gripping your waist as she fucked into you. “Who’s pussy is this? I love hearing you say it.”

”Yours, B-Bayley’s, Sash’s, and Daddy’s,” you gasped as she pulled you closer to her by your hair. “Oh god, please fuck me harder, M-Charlotte.” You caught yourself before you could say it, thankful because you weren’t sure if she was even into that. It seemed as if she didn’t catch on - which you were glad for that. Without responding, Charlotte fucked you faster, wrapping her hand around your throat as she did. You gripped the sink counter, trying your best not to make too much noise, especially since Bayley and Sasha were upstairs sleeping.

“You’re so wet, baby, I can hear your cunt. I bet Daddy can too.” you cried out, fucking her back to meet her movements. “You would love that huh? Having Daddy hear from all the way in the basement, letting her know how wet our cunt is?”

She let go of your neck, pushing you back against the sink, she pulled all the way out until the tip was the only thing inside of you. You thought she was going to pull out, but as soon as that thought crossed your mind, Charlotte slammed back in all the way to the hilt. You let out a loud cry, feeling the mess you were making on your thighs. You tried to move, but she held you in place. “You’re not allowed to fuck me back, baby.” she laughed, reaching her right hand down to your clit.

“You’re making such a mess, baby, you just might even make a mess on the floor. You like being fucked like this, don’t you?”

She held you in place as she rubbed your clit, not moving herself caused you to whimper. “Please, Char,”

“Please what? What. Ever. Could. You. Want?” Each word punctuated with a thrust, almost sending you over the edge on the last one.

“Wanna come for you.”

“Then do it, slut.”

She began to move once again, rubbing your clit in a way that was perfectly timed with her thrusts. Your legs started to shake, thankful that Charlotte was able to hold you up herself. You came, holding back a moan by biting your arm, you had just realized the kitchen window was open. You were way too busy thinking about the cock that was still inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re so lucky I didn’t wear my cock that could fill you up. I’d pull your panties back up once I stuffed you and then I’d eat your pussy when I got the chance.” Charlotte whispered in your ear, still rubbing your clit as you rode out your orgasm.

”Oh my god,” you knew in that moment that Becky had told her about the time she fucked you like that. Obviously you didn’t care that she did - but the fact Charlotte brought it up just as you were coming down from your high.

Finally pulling out, Charlotte turned you around, so that your back was against the counter. Getting down on her knees, you weren’t sure what she was doing. You looked down at her and as she leaned in, you gasped as she placed a light kiss on your clit. You watched as she stood back, and helped you pull your clothes back up.

“Wanna watch a movie, baby?” she asked, holding you in the arms as you calmed down. You wanted nothing more than to stay in her arms for the rest of the day.

“Yes, please… but the dishes.”

“Fuck the dishes, I’ll do them after. Alright? What do you want to watch, baby?”

“Something scary.”

“You got it.”

——

You woke up still in Charlotte’s arms on the couch, and you didn’t even remember falling asleep. Looking up from your place, Charlotte was asleep as well. Your head laid comfortably on her chest, unsure if you should move, or not. You knew you needed to work on a new storyline, and since your vacation was ending in two days, you needed to get a move on things.

You let out a yawn, trying your best to stretch without waking Charlotte up, you were surprised at how heavy of a sleeper she was. You looked around the room to see the strap she had fucked you with was laying on the carpet. Letting out a laugh, you were startled to hear Bayley sitting on the other couch.

“I’m guessing she already fucked you?” Bayley asked casually, and you bit your lip.

“Y-Yeah.” you whispered, you were suddenly embarrassed about it, but Bayley didn’t seem all too fazed.

“Do you need help getting up? You look like you want to get up.” she asked, thankfully changing the subject. You weren’t sure how she knew, but you were glad. She held on to your hand as you lifted yourself over Charlotte. As soon as you were off of her, you turned to Bayley.

“What time is it?” you asked, yawning as you were finally able to stretch out fully.

“Seven thirty, why?”

”Shit.” you groaned. You were ready to head upstairs to grab your laptop, but Bayley stopped you.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have to write out an email to Vince and Hunter to see if they’d be willing to hear my pitch for a Rusev and Kevin Owens storyline. It’s due at nine.”

Before Bayley could say anything, you ran up the steps to the little office they had made for you for when you were over their house. You needed to get this email out as fast as you could - thankfully you write everything out in a google document so all you had to do was go over it and then copy and paste.

——

Opening up the document, you looked through it, making sure there were no mistakes, and it all made sense. Once you looked over it two, three, four times, you copied and pasted it into the email and sent it. You were definitely a perfectionist - but it usually always worked out in your favor. You were so busy that you hadn’t realized that Bayley was standing in the doorway.

“Sorry I kind of freaked out on you, I realized now that I had time but it takes a little while for me to read things over and double check to make sure everything is perfect.”

“You’re okay! I was under the impression that you actually didn’t write it and if that was the case I would’ve had to spank you. You can’t be fucking us - or should I say getting fucked by us and not be doing your job.” When she admitted that, your breath caught in your throat. “But since you had everything done, and only had to read it over to send it I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

“I-I do.”

“Then tell me.”

“I deserve a reward, Bayley. Please give me one,” you whispered the last part, embarrassed, as if the two of you were in a crowded room.

“Then come with me. Becky and Sasha went to get some takeout, since it’s our cheat day.” she explained and you nodded. She took you into their room, just as Sasha did earlier. “I’m feeling sore still from my workout, so would you like to know what your reward is?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Bayley.”

“I’m going to sit on the edge of the bed, and if you want to get off, you’re going to ride my thigh.”

You watched as she undressed, your eyes never leaving her as she sat down. You weren’t sure how this was a reward, but you weren’t going to complain. You undressed quickly, not wanting to waste any time. She watched you, spreading her legs as she did so when you walked over to her, you had enough room for her thigh.

“I would give you my cock, but Charlotte already gave you hers and I don’t want to make you too greedy.” she laughed as you straddled her thigh. The contact of warmth against your cunt made you cry out, and earned you a light slap to your face. “Did I say you could make any noises?”

“N-No.”

“No, that’s right.”

Bayley let out a moan as you began to move against her toned thigh. Holding onto her shoulders for support, you tried your best not to look at her. To you, this was embarrassingly hot as she just sat there. Watching as you picked up your pace, Bayley wrapped her left hand around your throat. It was a lot harder to do this than you thought it would be, but as soon as you finally found a steady rhythm that was easier for you, Bayley lightly pushed you off of her. “Nevermind, I have a much better idea. Bend over the bed for me, baby.”

You nodded, doing as you were told as quick as you could. You needed her to fuck you, and as hard as it was to be patient, you knew that that was the only way you’d get anything from her.

“Have you ever had a tongue in your tight little ass, (Your Name), has Becky done that to you, hm?”

“I-I-” you were getting ready to make an excuse, but Bayley brought a hand down to your ass hard.

“Don’t even try to lie to me, baby.”

”Yes! Yes she has,” you whined. You were glad that you couldn’t see her face - knowing that she had a smirk plastered all over it.

“That’s Daddy’s hole isn’t it?” you hummed in response, turning to see that she was on her knees. “Well it’s going to be mine tonight, understood?”

“Yes, Bayley.”

You knew you were going to get into trouble with Becky later on, especially since she made it clear that that hole was hers and only hers. You just hoped Bayley would get into trouble as well.

“You’re so easy when you’re wet, I’ll have to remember that for later.” she said before trailing her tongue across your right asscheek. You knew what was coming, you and you wanted it more than anything. “Tell me who’s ass is this? Answer wisely baby, or you’re getting nothing.”

“It’s… yours. Bayley, my ass is yours!” you cried out, as her tongue met your entrance. Licking around it, Bayley hummed as you let out a whimper. ”Please!”

“Please what? What do you want?”

“Want your tongue.”

“You have my tongue, baby.”

“Want your tongue in me,” you whispered, trying your best not to beg too much. Not wanting to come off way too desperate.

“Good girl, was that so hard, huh?”

“No, Bayley.”

“Good girl.”

Leaning closer towards you once more, Bayley licked your entrance once, twice, before pushing her tongue into you. You let out a moan that you had been holding onto since she had you bent over. The thought of Becky punishing you had left your head as she slowly fucked your ass. She stiffened out her tongue, reaching underneath you to rub at your clit. “You’re so wet, is this all because I’m using my tongue on your pretty little ass?”

“Answer me, baby or I’ll stop.” she warned.

“Yes, it’s all because of you. Please don’t stop, it feels so good!”

“I’m so glad to hear that, baby. You better ask before you even think about coming.”

You nodded, “I will, I promise.”

She continued on with what she was doing, fucking you slowly as she picked up the pace of the fingers that were rubbing at your clit. Balling your fists up with the sheets as she slid her tongue back out of your ass. “You know, I can see why Becky really loves you ass. I think it might actually be my favorite too.”

Standing back up from off her knees, Bayley walked over to the dresser that Sasha had gotten the hitachi out, and pulled out a much smaller strapon than you had seen from what they’ve used on you so far.

“Gonna get you prepped, alright? Remember your safewords, and that you can use them at any time?”

“I do.”

“Good girl. For this I need you on your hands and knees.” she instructed, and you moved up onto the bed. You heard her squirt some lube onto one of her fingers.

Bayley pushed the tip of her finger into your entrance. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay! It’s been awhile,” you whimper as she pushed her finger deeper into you.

You slowed down your breathing, trying your best not to focus on the finger in your ass. Bayley coated another finger in the lube before she slowly pushed the finger into you to join the other. “You’re doing such a good job, I picked a smaller toy so it won’t be so bad. Alright?”

“Okay,” you breathed. You wanted the strapon inside of you more than anything, but you knew this had to take time. “Your fingers feel so good.”

“Good, I’m glad, baby.” she hummed, sliding her fingers out of your ass. She stood back admiring the way you looked, opened up the lube bottle once more. You bite your lip at the sound of her squeezing a large amount of lube onto her hand. “Wish you could see what I’m doing, jerking this toy like it’s an actual cock. In a way, I wish it was. Wanna know why, (Your Name)?”

“Y-Yes, I wanna know, Bayley, please tell me!” you begged, tensing up a little as the tip pressed against your entrance.

“Because I’d come in this ass of yours,” she chuckled. “Now relax, or this is going to really hurt and that’s the last thing I want to do to you.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you thought of something other than the strap that was going inside of you. Bayley pushed the tip inside of you, waiting a few seconds before pushing more of it inside of you. “Is it good? Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah, it’s good, so good.”

Once you say that to her, Bayley goes a little faster, pushing the rest of it in, before pulling a little bit of it out to add more lube. “You’re so tight, Becky’s been neglecting this hole, hasn’t she?” she asked, starting with a slow pace. “Y-Yeah she has, need you to fuck my ass faster, please.”

Bayley gave you what you wanted, picking up the pace as you still got used to the feeling. So focused on the pleasure that you hadn’t realized that Becky was watching from the doorway. However, Bayley definitely noticed, knowing exactly what the redhead was going to be doing to you later without a word.

“Is this all you need? A cock in your ass to get you to not think at all? Maybe we shouldn’t even touch your pretty little pussy anymore.”

“N-No, like it in both holes,” you cried out fucking her back, you needed much more than what she was giving you at the moment.

“Of course you do, now fuck me back harder if you want anything more. This is all that I’m giving you, baby.”

You do just that, fuck her back as hard as you could, thankful that Bayley added more lube as you would pull off of the toy just enough to get some on it. You were growing close, and as soon as you were ready to tell her, she began to rub your clit. Choking on your words, you come silently as you tried to fight it the best you could. As soon as Bayley realized what you were doing, she roughly pulled out, slapping your ass as hard as she could.

“What did I tell you, slut?”

“Not to come…” you trailed off, knowing she was going to tell Becky.

“And what did you do?”

“I came without permission.”

“Yeah you did, and now I have to tell Becky, baby.” she teased, sighing in faux disappointment. “She’s going to be so upset with you.”

You knew you were in for it, but a part of you was excited.

——

You went downstairs, ready for dinner, but eating definitely was not on your mind. Seeing the pizza boxes on the table, you smiled at yourself. Becky knew your favorite thing was pizza, but you rarely hadit because Becky only had a cheat meal once a week.

“Grab a paper plate, (Your Name), and come in and eat. We got pepperoni, buffalo chicken, and Hawaiian.” Sasha explained, and you nodded.

As the four of you ate, you weren’t sure if Bayley had told her already or not. Becky was acting as if you didn’t just break one of her main rules, and you couldn’t help but start to grow even more anxious than before.

“So, (Your Name), how was your day?” Sasha asked.

“I-It was good! Sent out the proposition for a storyline, and I’m really hoping they approve of it.”

Sasha waited until you swallowed your bite to ask her next question. “What else did you do?”

“Uh, well, you ruined my orgasm, and then Charlotte fucked me in the kitchen. Then Bayley-“

Becky cut you off, “Fucked you in my hole.”

Becky wasn’t even looking at you when she said it, and when you looked over at both Charlotte and Sasha, they were trying to hold back laughter. You knew you were fucked, and now you needed to get Bayley in trouble as well - or try to at least.

“It was Bayley’s idea!”

Charlotte and Sasha broke out in laughter at that, and that’s when Becky finally turned to you. Raising an eyebrow at your sudden outburst.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Yer gonna be sorry. When you’re done eating go upstairs to our room. I want ya undressed by the time we all get done talking and eating. Understood?”

“I understand.”

“Get to it, slut.”

——

Once you were finished, you threw away your plate, and rushed upstairs. You took your shirt off, folding it and putting it on the chair next to the bed. Doing the same with the rest of your clothes - Becky liked when you did that, so you hope that that would lessen the punishment she was going to give you.

It had been a half an hour since you were up in the bedroom, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think Becky had forgotten about you. But you knew Becky - she loved building up suspense before she punished you. Sometimes it worked, other times it just made you even more impatient.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Becky entered the room. “You’re in a lot of trouble, (Your Name). First, you let Bayley fuck my hole. Then, you give me an attitude because it was ‘Bayley’s idea’. I’m not sure what I should do with you. All I know is that we’ve been spoiling you since last night and I think you’re getting a little too greedy. What do you think, baby?”

“I’m not being greedy, Daddy.”

You both knew that was a lie, but she continued on. “Come get down on your knees, here.” she said, snapping her fingers towards the space near her feet. You did as you were told, knowing that any other brattiness would cause you to get into even more trouble.

Looking up at Becky, you could tell she wasn’t all that mad that she played out to be. But you wanted to get back onto her good side as soon as you could. “You know Daddy’s packing, right? I was going to fuck you so nice and slow, knowing that they made your pretty little pussy swollen.”

“Da-“ you tried, but Becky slapped your cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt way too much, but it was enough.

“Ya don’t get to talk. Greedy sluts only get to listen and please. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Get my cock out.”

You pull down her sweats, licking your lips as the tip sprung out in front of your face. It was more on the thicker side - one she had fucked you with many times before. You went to wrap your lips around it, but Becky stepped back. “I told ya to get my cock out, not suck it. What, ya’ve gotten so much that you forgot that I’m in charge here? Do we need ta go back to when ya first subbed to me?”

“No, Daddy!” you reassured her - not wanting to go back to being edge every single night for a month.

“Good, because my cock needs dat pussy of yers,” she chuckled, gripping the base of the cock, she playfully slapped your cheek with it. The heat between your legs grew as she humiliated you some more - you just hope she hadn’t realized.

“Get on the bed, on Yer back for daddy - right on the edge.” she instructed, watching as you quickly got up. “Spread Yer legs fer me.”

You slowly opened them, looking right at Becky. She was stroking her strapon, moving closer so she could get a better look at your soaked cunt.”

“I have an idea for tomorrow, wanna hear it?” she asked, looking only at your pussy as she ran the tip of the toy through your folds.

“Fuck, yes Daddy. Please tell me what your idea is!” you cried out, tensing up as she lined it up to your entrance.

“Since you let Bayley play with my hole, I should show them who really owns it. What do ya think?”

You didn’t answer her right away, earning a slap to your cunt from the strapon. You let out a whine as she continued to slap at your clit, chuckling at how wet you were getting. “Can ya come from just this slut?” she kept going, picking up the pace.

“Y-yes, Daddy. Please keep going.”

“No. You don’t get what you want.” she snapped, sliding into you roughly. Not giving you any time to adjust to the toy, she began a rough pace.

“Do you like when yer Daddy fucks you like this? Fucks you the way you deserve to be fucked?”

“Uh-huh. Please, Daddy I wanted it harder.”

Becky slowed down completely, gripping your thighs as she fucked you. “What did I just tell you? Baby, you’re never like this. Are you getting dumb because the others fucked you all earlier?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. Please.”

“No. You’ll come tomorrow when I want you to.” She said, pulling out of you, and giving your pussy a harsh slap.

“Get you on the bed for me, (Your Name).” she instructed, sliding out of the harness.

You slowly crawled onto the bed, waiting as Becky grabbed the baby wipes from the drawer. “Wipe your thighs.” you nodded, wiping them off before throwing away the wipe.

“Do ya wanna cuddle, baby?”

“Is that really a question, Bex?” you rolled your eyes, earning a laugh from the redhead.

“I would rather ask ya than assume.”

“Well when it comes to cuddling, you can always assume. You should know this by now.”

“You have a point. Let’s get some rest, tomorrow’s a big day for ya.”

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