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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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(tw: dom!becky, switch!rhea, sub!reader/YN, Y/N is mentioned, Y/N is female, smut, spanking, slapping, weed, degrading, and praising also play this song as you read)
Rhea giggled as she passed the blunt to Becky, who took a hit. She looked at Y/N and said, "Are you sure you are able to take this princess?" She stared deeply into Y/N's eyes, making her lightly blush. "Yeah, I'm sure."
Becky passed the blunt to Y/N, exhaling the hit she took. "Uh, truth be told, I don't know how to hit this." Y/N spoke shyly. Rhea smirked, "No worries, darling, I'll help you." She took the blunt, putting it to her lips and inhaling it. Rhea passed Becky the blunt.
Rhea grabbed Y/N's jaw, pressing her lips against Y/N's and exhaling into her mouth. Y/N inhaled the smoke. Rhea pulled away, and Y/N exhaled. She looked at Rhea, shocked. Rhea smirked, and so did Becky.
Becky began kissing Y/N's neck. "Uh, what are you doing?" Y/N bit her lip as she felt Becky's lips on her neck. "Just shut up and let us pleasure you, lass."
Y/N shut her mouth as she watched Rhea undress, admiring her beauty. She felt a hand go into her PJ shorts; she wasn't wearing any pants. "Mmm, what a naughty girl you are." Becky chuckled as she began to rub Y/N's clit.
"Rhea, be a good girl for Daddy and touch yourself while I get this pretty little doll off." Becky looked at Rhea as she began to finger Y/N while also rubbing Y/N's clit. Rhea nodded as she began to touch herself, letting out soft moans as she rubbed her clit.
Becky began to speed up her fingers. "I'm going to cum." Y/N lets out a moan, basically fucking herself on Becky's fingers.
"Cum, sweet girl, cum, all on daddy's fingers." Becky smirks as Y/N's head falls back on her shoulder. Y/N lets out a loud moan, cumming on Becky's fingers. "Good girl, such a good girl, now what you are going to do is eat rhea out like a good little girl." Y/N nods as she bends over and begins to eat rhea out.
Rhea moans as she grips Y/N's hair, "Fuckkk." Becky got up, went through her bag, grabbed the strap, got back on the couch, and put the strap on. She pulled down Y/N's PJ shorts and thrust into her. Y/N moaned into rhea as she ate her out.
Becky thrust in and out of Y/N, putting a few slaps on her ass. Rhea smacked Y/N's face. "Faster, bitch." she moaned when she felt Y/N go fast.
Rhea is out of breath; she sits up, holding Y/N's head up. "Look at you all, all fucked out," she smirked. Y/N moans as she feels Becky go faster. She then cums
"What about you?" Rhea looked at Becky. Becky looked back at Rhea. "I'll be fine, love. Let's get this one cleaned up and into bed." rhea nodded
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hi! can you do becky lynch x reader x rhea ripley smut to fuel my addiction literally do whatever please 🥹
it takes two to punish a brat
A/N: this was something i didn't know i needed...i hope you liked this 🥹
mentions/tags: NSFW 18+, dom!becky, dom!rhea, brat tamer! becky, brat tamer!rhea, fem!reader, sub!reader, edging, teasing, humiliation, degredation, toys (strap-ons), overstimulation, begging, crying, throatfucking, penetration, fingering. bondage, restraints
The worst part of your relationship with Rhea and Becky was that each one of you knew how to get under one another’s skin. You’d think by now you learned your lesson as well, given that both women also knew how to get their revenge. That was your exact dilemma now after you’d spent the entire day teasing both of them and they decided enough was enough.
The girls had sat you up in bed with no clothes on, each wrist tied to a bedpost and your legs spread for them to have their way with you however they wanted. They’d spent almost an hour now, edging and teasing you until you couldn’t even keep track of how many times you’d begged for release and they said no. The closest you’d even come to getting some kind of pleasure was the ruined orgasms Becky and Rhea had given you. Your thighs trembled and frustrated tears rolled down your cheeks as they both continued to touch and torment your body. “N-no…mistress, p-please…” you stuttered as Becky was working your clit in circles again.
Becky and Rhea both laughed at your reaction, Rhea’s hand reaching up to hold your throat while Becky continued to torture you. “Look at that, Becks. You made the poor thing cry!” Rhea teased as her hand gently squeezed your throat. Becky smirked and moved her fingers, feeling you twitch against her fingertips as you whined and tried to squirm away. “She deserves it for the bullshit she’s put us through all day.” Becky said, looking up at you as she pushed her finger in your entrance for the countless time in the last hour. “Isn’t that right, princess? You know what was gonna happen when you decided to be a brat.”
You sniffled, your body tensing up around Becky’s fingers as the tiniest movements and touches were getting you close again. But before you even realized it she had pulled her fingers away, watching you whine and kick your legs in frustration which made Becky and Rhea laugh again. “No no no! P-please, I’ll do a-anything…I n-need it.” You whimpered, pulling at the wrist restraints and grinding your clit into the soaked sheets underneath you. “I-I’ll be good. I promise.”
Your girlfriends exchanged looks with one another, both of them smirking as they seemed to have communicated telepathically to come to an agreement on their next move. “Fine. You wanna cum? We’ll make you cum.” Rhea said, standing up and opening a drawer of some toys you’d all collected while Becky moved to sit next to you. She kissed you passionately while a dominant hand held your throat - something that always made you melt when either of your girls did it. “Don’t make us regret this, baby.” Becky said against your lips, making you nod and let out another whine of desperation. “I won’t, I-I promise. Please make me cum?”
Rhea came back with two straps in her hand, tossing one to Becky and both of them starting to put it on. You licked your lips at the sight and started to move your hips against the bed again; they knew exactly what you wanted and what drove you crazy, and they were going to use that against you. Rhea was the first to finish, practically being an expert at getting her strap on in little to no time, and she started to untie your wrists from the headboard. She flipped you over before you even had a chance to catch your breathe, getting you on all fours and staying behind you while Becky placed herself in front.
The redhead grabbed your hair in her fist and tugged it so you looked up at her. “You don’t cum until we give you permission.” She said, Rhea already grabbing your hips and pulling you backwards while her tip poked at your entrance. That alone was making your eyes roll into the back of your head, but you nodded at Becky’s words anyway. Rhea slapped your ass when you didn’t give a verbal response. “Use your words and tell us you understand.” She said, “You’d think we fucked you stupid already with her acting like this.” You moaned and let out another whine. “I promise, I-I won’t cum until you tell me.”
Becky smirked at that response and tapped her cock to your lips. “Get to work then, princess.” She didn’t need to say it again before your lips wrapped around the toy and you slowly bobbed your head. Rhea was slowly pushing her tip in and out of your entrance, a strong grip on your hip to keep you steady. “Fuck, babe. She’s so soaked I can’t even stay in.” Rhea teased, making you whimper and buck your hips back towards her. Becky smirked as well and continued to run a hand through your hair. “I wish you could see her from up here. We don’t fuck her throat enough, she looks amazing doing it.”
Eventually Rhea decided to push the rest of her toy into you; when she did, you would’ve sworn your legs gave out from underneath you because that’s how much they were trembling. She wasn’t gentle with it either. Rhea started thrusting and was surely leaving bruises on your hips from how hard she was holding you but didn’t care either. Both her and Becky loved when they could mark you up and show who you belonged to, and this was no different. Everyone, including you, was going to know who you belonged to.
With Becky in front of you and Rhea behind you, you were in absolute heaven. Both of your girlfriends thrusting in and out of you, all of your moans mixing with one another to create the most amazing soundtrack, and all three of you getting close to finally putting an end to this punishment. Rhea smirked at Becky and slapped your ass, making you move your hips faster. “What do you say, Becks? Think she can cum?” Her words made you whine, looking up at Becky with the biggest eyes. You didn’t care pull your mouth away from her strap though out of fear she would end it all right there.
Becky hummed, running her hand through your hair again and smiling at both you and Rhea. “I think she’s earned it.” She said before tugging your hair again. “Go ahead, babygirl. Cum for us.” Becky could barely finish her sentence before you squealed, cumming hard against Rhea’s strap and your entire body trembling along with it. Both Becky and Rhea came not too long after you, and once everyone had been working through and pulled out you collapsed onto the bed out of exhaustion.
You worked to catch your breath, everything in you still trembling and sore as you tried to get yourself together. Rhea moved over to your head and gave you a gentle kiss, holding your chin as she looked at you with a smirk. “Hopefully you finally learned your fuckin’ lesson.” She mumbled, letting Becky do the same and all three of you moving to the shower.
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Doodles
Pairing: Becky Lynch x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 506
Summary: You get an injury and after getting treated, Becky doodles in your cast.
A/N: This is kinda short. Hope You Enjoy!
The Royal Rumble was great for many and not so good for others.
Unfortunately for you, it wasn't so good. Not only did you get eliminated, you got a broken foot. It was all because of Nia Jax.
Many people disliked her because she injured half of the women's roster, but this was too far. After everyone teamed up on her, you got eliminated and she sure did show how mad she was.
She brutally beat you down, with any weapon she found under the ring. The moment Becky saw that, she jumped out the ring, not caring she just took herself out and she fought for you.
It was like she saw red.
Referees tried pulling them apart, but god, Becky was pissed. The Medical people took you out on the stretcher with Becky by your side. They gave you X-Rays and told you that you broke your foot. You were completely devastated.
They said you would have to take 4 months. You loved wrestling, so taking a 4 month break was something on your list that you wouldn't think would happen.
The beeping from the machine filled the room as the doctor wrapped your foot and ankle. Becky held your hand as he wrapped it, whispering little praises until he was done. "Alrighty! You should keep off your feet for a while, eat 3 meals a day, and rest. You'll need a lot of rest."
He told Becky before walking out. You looked at Becky, seeing the small cuts in her lip and how bruised her knuckles were from beating Nia. She instantly knew what you were gonna say. "I'm fine." You shook your head, smiling.
"You need to be checked." You protested. Becky could only laugh at how you were acting. "You got a broken foot, but you're worried about a cut on my lip." You stared at Becky in adoration, seeing how protective she was.
You grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Thank you." Becky didn't even have to say your welcome. "There's no need to thank me, I'm your girlfriend I'm supposed to protect you." You felt teary eyes at her statement.
Becky quickly wiped the tears from your eyes before they fell. "Oh no, none of that crying. Now let me be the first to decorate the cast!" She didn't try hiding the smile on her face, walking over to grab the markers.
She sat in the chair and began drawing flowers on your cast. You watched her concentration face, tongue stuck out and the little giggles flying from her mouth. She pulled her phone out and snapped a photo. "You like it?" You looked at the quote saying, 'The Man's Women Is Better Than You.' With flowers and sparkles around it.
You smiled, leaning over to kiss her. "I love it, thank you." She gratefully took the kiss, smiling with you. "Later on, others will be here."
Maybe the injury would be bad, but the only good thing you can come up with is the doodles from Becky.
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You’re in my Seat.
Y’all this is my first fic, pls go easy on it it’s my baby. I literally fell in love with Becky Lynch so quickly and I’m constantly on her X reader tab just to find new stuff so I thought ide try my hand at writing. The bold is the dialogue prompt I found. All credit goes to the owner, though I’m not sure who it is because I found the prompt in a random google doc and thought ide use it. So if you know who owns it pls tag them. Lots of Love.
Becky Lynch x Reader
“What's that look for?” Becky Lynch looked up at you, after seeing your shadow block out the light.
“...You’re in my seat.” You replied, slightly scared of the fiery wrestler.
“Well I’m not moving, so either stop being a little bitch about it, and get another seat, or sit in my lap.” The red headed Irish woman took you by shock with her reply.
You have had a crush on the champion for quite some time. Actually ever since you joined the professional wrestling world three years ago. Once you had finally moved up to Raw, you tried your hardest to be friends with her, the only conversations you would have with The Man would always end up in her flirting and you flustered. You never thought that she would ever reciprocate the feelings you have for her. But maybe she did, but who are you kidding? That was just her personality, there is no way she would like you. Not when she is the Women's Champion, and you’re just a newer, younger, protogé. Little did you know though, that she enjoys the conversations you both have, and notices the effect she has on you. You have been the reason for some of her sleepless nights, just wondering what life with you could possibly be like. She enjoyed your nature and the aura that surrounds you, likening how it’s so different from her commanding fiery spirit.
“What?!” And once again, Lynch has been able to cast you flustered with one simple sentence.
Becky, not wasting any time, responds so coolly, yet panicking on the inside. “You heard me. I don’t care what you chose, but hurry it up, we don’t have all day.” At that point in time you're pretty sure your heart just pushed your brain out of the way, all thoughts about what could possibly happen in the future with this decision. Yet you pushed away all the negative and focused on the positive that came along, when you sat down on her lap.
Becky was in shock, she didn’t expect you to actually go through with that choice. Reeling her head back in shock she asks you one question,” You comfortable lass?”
You, just deciding that whatever happens from here on out happens, so fuck it. “Quite actually. I think I should sit here more often. Though I think some people here might get a little jealous.” Wrapping one arm around her shoulder and messing with a strand of her curly orange hair, you busy yourself with looking anywhere but in her brown eyes.
“Oh well, that’s their loss they ain’t it. A pretty girl like you should just be sitting on anybody's lap, not unless they deserve it.” Her hand reaches around you back to squeeze your waist, watching the affect her touch has on you.
Finally looking into her deep brown eyes, you bite back,” Oh and you think you deserve it?” Messing around with the necklace around her neck helps your fidgeting calm down so you could hopefully keep up your badass attitude.
“Oh yeah I deserve it. You know why?” Shaking your head no at her question, you shiver when her free hand comes up to rest on your cheek. Becky pulls your face close to hers, you can smell her minty breath, her mouth just a couple inches away from yours. “Because I can get you to throw all cares out the window, and because we both know that we’re the only ones with our eyes set on each other.”
“So what you're saying is that we’re destined?” You both slowly get closer to each other, that is until The Man finally pulls you into her for a deep kiss. A kiss filled with all the words left unspoken between each other. Finally breaking apart after the need for oxygen became a necessity Becky spoke in a whisper as you two weren’t that far away, your lips still brushing when either one speaks.
“What I’m saying is that you and I are going to go on a date, after our matches are over, and not only that, but I’m going to be redoing our first kiss, because as much as I love the whole kissing you while you sit on my lap thing, we can save that for another time,” she smirked at the blush that crept up your face,” because you deserve the perfect night, with the perfect first kiss.” Sitting in silence for a few minutes thankful that one has walked past, or became witness to the very intimate moment.
That silence was broken when you spoke up,” So you’re telling me that you like me? Like actually like me.”
“Yes I actually like you, might I dare even say I love you.”
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Could you do one with Baylynch where Bayley is having a anxiety attack after Dakota betrays her and Becky’s there to comfort her?
Betrayal || Bayley x Becky Lynch
Summary: Becky's there when Bayley freaks out after Dakota's betrayal.
In the wake of Dakota's betrayal, Bayley found herself spiraling into a whirlwind of anxiety and uncertainty. The sting of betrayal cut deep, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. As she stumbled backstage, her chest tight with panic, she longed for a sense of comfort and stability.
That's when she saw Becky, her former friend turned rival turned lover, standing in the hallway, her expression a mix of concern and determination.
"Bayley," Becky called out, her voice gentle yet firm. "Are you alright?"
Bayley shook her head, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "No, no. I'm not okay. I don't know what to do. Dakota...she- she betrayed me."
Becky's heart ached at the sight of Bayley's distress, her own resolve strengthening as she reached out to gently grasp Bayley's trembling hand. "Hey, hey, I'm here. Whatever you need."
As Bayley's anxiety threatened to overwhelm her, Becky guided her to a quiet corner backstage, away from the prying eyes of their fellow wrestlers. With each passing moment, Bayley felt the tight knot of tension in her chest begin to unravel, the warmth of Becky's presence a soothing balm against the storm raging within her.
"I don't know what to do, Becky," Bayley admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I feel so lost and alone."
Becky cupped Bayley's face gently, her gaze filled with compassion and understanding. "You're not alone, Bayley. I'm right here beside you, every step of the way."
In that moment, Bayley felt a sense of peace wash over her, the weight of her anxieties lifted by Becky's unwavering support. With each word of encouragement, each reassuring touch, Becky helped to anchor her in the present, guiding her through the storm with steady hands and a compassionate heart.
As they sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, Bayley realized that she didn't have to face her fears alone. With Becky by her side, she felt stronger and more resilient than ever before.
Together, they would weather the storm, navigating the highs and lows of life in the wrestling world with courage and determination. And as they faced the challenges ahead, Bayley knew that with Becky's support, she could overcome anything that came her way. For in Becky Lynch, she had found not just a friend, but a kindred spirit, a beacon of light in the darkness.
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I’m The Present —Heel!Becky
— ❄PAIRINGS: HEEL!Becky Lynch x F!Reader
— ❄FEATURING: Heel!Becky, Y/n.
— ❄SYNOPSIS: Becky has one more present left for y/n
— ❄WARNINGS: errors I missed, smut, sex, 18+, nsfw, oral [female receiving], teasing, fingering, edging.
— ❄w/c: 985
— ❄AUTHORS NOTE: REQUESTS FOR WWE/AEW ARE OPEN! Yes Christmas is over but I want to get these done so they don’t get put on hold again for Christmas in 2023 only five more to go
— ❄DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms. HOWEVER, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.
Becky inched closer to you. Discarding the present she opened. I was the last present that was underneath the tree. You looked at her curiously. She only smirked. Her hand grabbed underneath your chin. Her other hand resting on your thigh. You gulped as she inched closer. Getting aroused.
Closing the distance between her and you as her lips ghosted over yours. Her eyes stare into yours.
Her lips pressed against yours. Kissing you roughly. she pulled away. Her brown eyes darkened with lust.
“I have one more present for you,” She spoke. Her voice filled with lust. A whimper left your mouth making her smirk.
She gripped your chin tighter. Making you let out another whimper.
“What’s the present?” You asked.
“Me, I am the present,” She hummed, her hand inching closer to the waistband of your shorts.
Becky let out an animalist growl, as she drank you in.
Her grip on your chin tightened, as she pressed her lips against yours hard. Her hand that was gripping your chin, pushed you back till you were laying on your back on the floor. Her lips are still on yours. Her body pressed against yours. Grinding against you. The kiss turned heated.
Her hand slipped underneath your shorts, as well as your underwear.
Her index finger touched your aching wet core, only to find out you were already soaked. She smirked against your lips, Pulling away from the kiss. Making you whine at the lost contact. Lips are slightly swollen.
“Your soaking,” She smirked. You let out a pathetic mewl. Only making her chuckle. In a desperate attempt to have some sort of touch from her, you grinded against her finger. Trying to create some friction. She let out a tsk.
Pulling her finger away. Bringing her finger up to her mouth. She opened her mouth, sucking her finger all the while looking at you. You let out a whine.
“Please,” You begged. Aching for her to touch you.
“Oh my little princess, patience,” She smirked. Now hovering above you.
Instead of kissing you, like you were anticipating her to do, her lips attached to your neck, sucking harshly on your skin.
Her other hand slipped between your shorts and underwear. Her index finger slid between your folds. You let out a gasp as her finger slipped into your wet heat. Withering underneath her as she slowly thrust her finger in and out of you.
She picked up her pace, leaving love bites along your neck. she added another finger, which pushed you into seeing stars. One hand gripped her hair, while the other one grabbed the soft rug.
Every once in a while Becky praised you. Her voice was muffled by your skin, but that seemed to set you on the path of your orgasm. Becky could tell you were close, so she pulled her fingers out making you let out a whine at the loss of contact. Your high vanishes just as the pleasure washed over you.
You turned your head to look at her to find she was already looking at you.
“Aw poor princess, didn’t get to cum around my fingers, don’t worry princess I will let you come,” She taunted.
She moved herself to sit in between your legs.
Her hands grabbed the waistband of your shorts, thumbs digging into the waistband of your shorts and underwear. She tugged it down to your ankles, pulling it off. You hissed as the air hit your wet heat.
“Look at you, you are glistening,” She beamed. Only making you whimper. Begging her to touch you, to do something.
Becky only hummed. Admiring your wet heat.
“Such a pretty sight,” She hummed.
“Please, beck,” You begged her, thrusting your hips up. She grabbed hold of your hips, keeping them in place, as she lowered her head down to your wet heat. You looked at her. Breathing heavily.
Your breath hitched as her mouth touched your wet heat. Sucking harshly. You let out a choked gasp. Gripping onto whatever you can.
Her grip on your hips tightened. Smirking at the moans you made. Her right hand let go of your hip. Going down to your clit. Her right index finger touched your clit. Making you let out a gasp, then a moan.
Pleasure washing over your body.
She rubbed her index finger in a circular motion on your clit. Roughly. Humming against your wet heat. She felt herself get aroused.
Hearing your mewls as she sucked harshly against your heat turned her on. She could feel you getting closer to your orgasm, with how you were grinding your heat against her mouth. Gripping her hair for dear life. Fingernails digging into her skull.
Mewling and moaning.
You could feel your orgasm arise. Toes curling, as you titled your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. A familiar sensation forms in the pit of your stomach.
“That’s it, princess, come for me,” She demanded. Though her voice was muffled.
The vibrations of her voice against your heat was your undoing. Becky continued to suck.
Toes curling harder, turning white. You let out a long moan, before coming hard.
Saying her name repeatedly.
Becky continued to eat you out till you rode out your high. She gave one last suck before pulling away.
Slowly crawling towards your face. Hovering over you.
Your breathing was heavy, as you stared at her in a daze.
She cupped the side of your face.
“You should taste yourself, princess, you taste sweet,” She smirked.
She didn’t wait for you to respond to her. You had a dazed look in your eyes. She leaned down, pressing her lips against yours.
Eyes fluttering closed. She gripped the side of your face tighter. Your fingers rake through her hair.
Both of you moaned into the kiss as you tasted yourself. The kiss soon turned heated…
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Surprise
Becky Lynch x Reader
A one-shot for my bestie! Happy birthday!!!
It’s not long cause I’ve been dealing with writers block for a really long time but I read that instead of not writing you have to try so here I am….trying
“Can I uncover my eyes yet?”
“Nope”
“…….ok how about now?”
“You just asked me that same question one second ago do you really think the answer has changed?”
“Well…… has it?”
“No”
You groaned as you continued to keep your hands over your eyes. Today was your birthday and your girlfriend of one year Becky Lynch was planning a surprise for you at your shared apartment before you came home early and almost ruined it.
As soon as you came through the front door Becky was on you, covering your eyes with her hands and leading you over to the couch.
“Sit here and wait I’m almost done ok?”
“Done with what?” You asked eagerly as Becky quickly replaced her own hands with yours.
“You’ll see when I’m done just…..wait please? I have something really special planned”
You could tell she was giving you the puppy dog eyes without having to even look at her and like always they worked.
“Alright, I’ll stay here with my eyes closed if it makes you happy”
You felt Becky give you a sweet but quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks babe. I promise I’ll be done soon”
You pouted as she pulled away with a laugh. “You’ll get more kisses later.
So here you sat, it’s been at least half an hour by now. You were starting to get restless but continued to sit and wait like your loving girlfriend had asked of you.
“Ok babe I’m all done”
You quickly removed your hands from your eyes and gasped as you took a look around the room.
The room was filled with balloons that were your favorite color, present’s and flowers sitting on the table with lit candles along with your favorite meal and a small cake.
You turned to look at Becky who was smiling sheepishly in the corner of the room. “Surprise!”
“Becky…..this is so sweet. Thank you” you said as you ran over to the love of your life, giving her kisses all over her blushing face.
“Anything for you babe. I love you so much”
You smiled as Becky kissed you sweetly pulling away before you could deepen it like you wanted.
“Beckyyyyy” you whined trying to kiss her again, but she was too fast, moving out of the way and sitting at the table.
“Let’s eat first, then you can open your presents and I’ll run a bath for you after that” Becky said as she gave you a plate full of your favorite food.
“And then we can make out?”
“We’ll be doing a lot more than making out” Becky winked at you.
You beamed while Becky took her glass in her hand raising it in the air as you did the same.
“Happy birthday babe. I love you more than anything and I’m so happy that I have you in my life. Here’s to another year full of happiness and love”
You clinked your glasses together before leaning over to give her one more kiss. You were truly happy to have someone as wonderful as Becky Lynch in your life. And as she went on to tell you all about putting this whole evening together just for you only one thought popped up in your head as you smiled and listened to her.
She’s perfect.
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I haven’t written anything in years so I’m sorry if this sucks but I’ll try to continue and get better
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Nightcap
Pairing: Becky Lynch x Reader
Prompt: "Where's my goodnight kiss?"
Your relationship with Becky was playfully antagonistic at best. The two of you had never really tried being close friends, but there was something rewarding in the flirtatious banter you shared. Sometimes, you came away from interactions knowing that you had flustered her, but other times Becky left you utterly speechless. You didn't know why you liked the banter so much, but it had quickly become your favorite part of coming into work. You loved the wrestling business, if you didn't then you'd simply be doing something else, but as your momentum began to slow a little you found yourself thinking more about seeing Becky than your next match. And that was when you finally figured out that you were in bad for Becky. There were feelings there, and somehow you had developed them despite not really knowing Becky in a personal sense.
"Hey Y/n, that was a great match tonight. Are you heading out?" Byron asked as he watched you walking towards the parking lot with your bags. The show was over, but you knew that a few people were gathering to get drinks. An invitation had been extended towards you, but you had decided to decline it so that you could have a night to relax before being sent out for a media tour for the rest of the week.
"Yeah, there's a queen mattress calling my name," you told him. Byron stepped forward like he was going to offer to take one of your bags, but then backed away at the last second. You thought the movement was a bit odd, but then you felt Becky come up from behind you and wrap her arm around your shoulders. "Hi Becks."
"Don't tell me you're headed back to your hotel already. Come on, the night is still young. After a match like that surely you've got some energy to burn off," Becky said as she patted your stomach. You adjusted the strap on your bag as you tried to ignore the warmth left behind from her touching you. "I hear you used to be a real party animal, but I never see you out."
"Those were my FCW days, just ask Byron," you said as you grabbed onto his shoulder. Becky's jaw clenched as you let your hand linger. There were no romantic feelings for the man, which Becky knew, but she couldn't help the little flare up of jealousy. "Everybody has to grow up sometimes."
"Growing up's overrated," Becky said as she tried pulling you towards her again. "It's just one night, just so that I know it's not me you're always avoiding in your hotel room."
"I doubt that's what you're so worried about, but if you want, you can come to my room later for a drink," you offered. Becky perked up a little, like she was pleased with herself. Becky didn't try to fight you on going out after that, which you were grateful for. If Becky really wanted to, she could talk you into almost anything. You said a quick goodbye to Byron, who seemed very amused with your encounter with Becky, and then went to your hotel. You put your things in your room, showered, and then told Becky she had 30 minutes to come up for that drink before you started getting ready for bed. Somewhat surprisingly, she managed to make it to your room within 5 minutes.
"Since you're not a big partier anymore, I just brought you a beer," Becky said as she handed you a can of beer. You weren't sure where she had gotten this, but it was still cold. You quietly thanked her as she hopped onto the edge of your bed. "Nice place you've got here, very cozy."
"It's a hotel room, it probably looks just like yours," you told her. Becky shook her head as she looked around the room. Admittedly, you had made a bit of a mess in your room with your things, but you didn't care. The two of you had been sharing a locker room for nearly a decade, Becky knew that you were a little messy. "What's so different about my room?"
"I can see little traces of you. That jacket draped across the back of the office chair, the bag of snacks you always get as soon as we get to any town, your shoes by the door. It's a lot of little things, and it makes this feel less like a pit stop," Becky said as she cracked open her own drink. You stood back and thought about her words. You didn't realize that she had been paying so much attention to all the details around you. Becky had seemed sort of aloof lately, to the point where you had convinced yourself she just wasn't interested in you.
"Some people would say I'm just messy." You glanced at Becky over the top of your can as you took a drink. Becky shook her head as she sat up a little. You didn't know why, but you found yourself walking towards her until you were standing in between her legs.
"You're making it comfortable. Not everybody brings their own blankets with them," Becky said with a teasing smile. It was meant to cut the tension, and to a small degree it was successful. However, you still found yourself migrating towards Becky as you sought out a little bit of comfort. "I should probably get going and let you sleep."
"I wasn't going straight to bed," you told her. It was an offer to stay, one that Becky looked like she was genuinely contemplating before she softly rejected it.
"I promised some people that I'd make a stop at the bar for a few drinks. You can come with me if you want," Becky offered. You shook your head. Maybe if you hadn't gotten dressed in your pajamas, but what was done was done. "Damn. Walk me to the hallway?"
"That I can do," you said with a small smile. Becky quickly downed the rest of her drink and tossed it in the trash as the two of you passed it. You opened up the door for her, but Becky stayed in the doorway for an extra moment. "Night Becky."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Becky asked you teasingly. You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what she was meaning. "Where's my goodnight kiss? I mean, you are leaving me all by myself tonight."
"You've got friends, I'm not leaving you alone."
"Yeah, but I don't get to spend my night with the person I want to. Sometimes that's just as bad," Becky said. You blamed your next actions on a mixture of the honest tone of her words and the small pout forming on her face.
"Fuck it," you whispered as you pulled Becky in for a kiss. She seemed surprised for a second, but quickly reciprocated the kiss. Her lips were soft, even as they pushed firmly back against yours. You broke the kiss with a small sigh, glad that you had finally gotten that out of the way. "I've got to get out of here pretty early tomorrow for a radio interview, but I'll see you at the next house show, right?"
"I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast, just give me a call when you're ready," Becky told you. You doubted that she'd actually wake up for it, but you still promised to at least try.
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Title: Winner takes all
Plot: Seth, Becky, and the reader have a hard time deciding on a house to move into, so they all agree whoever picks up the win gets to decide which house the move into.
You were taping up your wrists for your match tonight. You had a tag match with your boyfriend and girlfriend tonight. It was gonna be You, Seth, and Becky vs Naomi and the USOs. You have been facing the men superstars since your shield days, but this would be the first time you had got to tag with both Becky and Seth.
To top off the excitement, the person who gets the pin gets to decide what house the three of you were gonna move into. You wanted this five-bedroom house in Chicago, but Seth wanted to stay in Iowa. As for Becky? Well, she just wanted you two to stop bickering over the house, which is why she came up with a plan. The winner gets to pick the house.
You were interrupted by your girlfriend and boyfriend walking in. Seth plopped down on the couch with Becky following his movements.
"Hunter said we got the main event tonight," Seth told you as he smiled over at you. You nodded as you bit the end of the tape for setting it down on the table next to you.
"So when I win tonight, I'm just letting you know we will be moving out of Iowa." You told him with a smirk as you moved to sit on Becky's lap who rolled her eyes at you and buried her face into your neck to avoid being seen laughing by Seth.
"You mean when I pick up the win tonight, we will be moving to that farmhouse on the edge of town that I like." Seth said as he playfully glared at you.
"Nobody wants to live on a farmhouse babe." You groaned out. You were right of course, Becky and you both didn't want to move there but Seth was stubborn and Becky gave up on the fight last week. You on the other hand wasn't gonna give in so easily.
"It would be nice! We can even start our own farm one day and it's big enough so our future kids could run around outside." Seth pointed out to you. The yard was huge but you weren't much for being a farmer and your future kids can run around in the nice fenced yard in the house in Chicago.
"No! Maddie and Tyler deserve better and they deserve to grow up in a nice big city!" You shouted out with laughter as you stood up.
"Maddie and Tyler?" Becky asked you shooting you a weird look.
"Yeah! Madison and Tyler. They are our children." You told her crossing your arms and suddenly feeling defensive over your fake children's names.
"We are not naming our children Madison and Tyler! Those names are too" Becky trailed off staring at Seth for help.
"Basic." Seth finished for her, nodding his head.
"It's not basic! Tyler was named after you." You grumbled out as you moved to sit next to Becky with your arms still crossed.
"How?" Seth asked you as he rolled his eyes.
"Because of Tyler black! But you know what, our son's name won't be Tyler anymore."
"Tell you what, we can keep his name Tyler."
You glared at Seth and shook your head. "It's too late. Tyler is gone now, we will now be naming our child Bexley. After Becky."
"I actually like it, and our daughters name can stay Madison. We will just have to give her a badass nickname." Becky said as she kissed you before leaning her head against your shoulder.
"Don't I get a say in our future kid's names?" Seth grumbled out.
"No!" You and Becky both said with laughter in your voice.
A knock interrupted you three, as a stagehand poked his head in and told you, your match was next.
You stood up before holding your hand out to help Becky up before walking over to Seth and pressing a kiss to his lips.
"Our kids will have your last name, let us choose their first." You told him before giving him another quick kiss and walking out of the locker room and towards the Gorilla to wait for your music to hit.
The match started with Naomi vs Becky, the women were tearing each other apart but overall Becky had the upper hand. She went to drag Naomi's body over to your corner so she can tag you in. But Naomi hit her with a super kick and tagged in Jey Uso.
Seth stepped into the ring and immediately started the attack on Jey. The match went on with both men throwing lefts and rights. Seth dragged him into your corner and continued to throw jabs at Jey.
You know it was sneaky but you didn't want to stay in Iowa any longer than you had to. You reached over and tagged yourself in.
Seth glared at you as you entered the ring.
"Get out, you aren't the legal man in this match anymore" you shouted out as you grabbed Jey and clothesline him.
"You aren't even a man!" Seth shouted back.
You glared at him. "Get out!"
"You shouldn't have tagged yourself in! I was winning." Seth shouted again as he moved to the apron to stand next to Becky.
You went to reply something but ended up getting superkick by Jey who quickly rushed over to tag his brother Jimmy in.
As you stood up on wobbly legs, Jimmy hit you with a crossbody and went for the pin. You kicked out of two. He then quickly put you in a chokehold. you managed to get out of that before quickly turning things around and hitting him with your signature move and picking up the match.
"HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS THE TEAM OF Y/RN, BECKY LYNCH, AND SETH ROLLINS." You heard Samantha Irvin the ring announcer exclaim.
Becky grabbed your wrists before grabbing Seth's and holding them both up.
"You know what this means?" You shouted out as you moved to step in front of Seth who glared at you.
"We are moving to Chicago baby." You finished saying as you grabbed the back of his neck pulling him into a kiss.
"Good, because I didn't not want to stay in Iowa." Becky added before pressing a kiss to you and then turning to kiss Seth.
(A/N I don't own anything. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed :). The plot was requested by @wwebaby657 and I hope I did it justice:). Thank you!
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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a becky x rhea x fem!reader smut? Just like straight filth- Thank you 😊!
Rough
Becky Lynch x Reader x Rhea Ripley 18+
Warning - Becky’s immaculate strap game/degrading (?)/overstimulation and so on y’all know the drill
You don’t even know how it happened, but you weren’t complaining.
“She likes it when you’re a bit rough with her”
Your back was already arched at an angle it usually wouldn’t be, legs spread as Becky’s hands kept them open to her disposal. Rhea just watched from the edge of the bed, eyes scanning your body as Becky had her way with you.
Becky gripped your neck roughly, pushing her thumb into your clit for what felt like the hundredth time today. Your back arched again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as pleasure rippled through you.
“Like this?”
Your girlfriend laughed, watching as you fell apart for the ginger above you. “Yeah, like that.”
Only now did Rhea move, crawling next to you until she lifted your body enough to sit behind you. Her legs either side of you, letting your back rest against her front. Her strong grip took hold on your waist, making sure you stopped wriggling so much as Becky started relentlessly fucking you.
Tears ran down your temples, ones that Rhea was quick to kiss away. Her hand slowly moved upwards, one grabbing your neck while the other teased your nipple.
Becky on the other hand completely stopped her movement, making you whine at the ruined orgasm. You breathed heavily against Rhea’s neck, not paying attention to what was happened. You heard the occasional ruffle when Becky moved but other than that all you could focus on was the aching feeling between your legs.
With Becky moved, you tried to close your legs, attempting to release at least some tension from your pussy. Rhea had other plans though, her hands coming to spread your legs again, an unexpected slap to your clit had you crying out.
And she didn’t stop at one. Once she saw how you reacted she did it again, and again, and again.
“Ok, ok, ok.” You cried, the urge to close your legs becoming even stronger. “I’m s- sorry.”
“Keep ‘em open, slut.” She whispered as Becky returned, kneeling in front of you between your legs with a strap attached to her hips. “You’re going to be a good girl, right?”
You nodded your head, pussy clenching at the thought of Becky absolutely destroying you with your girlfriend right there. You looked at the gingers grin, watching as she alined her strap to your entrance before pushing the tip of the strap in.
You quietly moaned into Rhea’s neck, nails digging into the flesh of her thigh. You expected the next thrust to be a little bit more powerful than the next one, but instead Becky pushed her hips into you at full force.
“Wait-” you begged as she thrusted in and out at a u forgiving pace. “Please- Please. Slower-”
Rhea smiled against your neck rough bites being delivered once in a while, her own nails scratching your sides gently to add to the feeling. Your breathing was so out of control you felt dizzy, the pleasure getting too much as you felt the coil in your lower stomach tangle more.
“Oh, God. I’m so close.” You moaned, the edge felt so close you could see white pots in your vision. You felt Rhea’s hand grab your jaw, making you face Becky who was still staring as she fucked you.
“Open your eyes.” She demanded, and you had no intention of being a brat right now. You did as she said, your mouth agape as you made eye contact with Becky. “You gonna cum?”
You shook your head quickly, so desperately in need of release that you could feel the coil snap. Your threw your head back, eyes blind with tears that were gathering on your eyelid. Your body was shaking violently, coming slowly off your high as they both soothed your skin.
“Attagirl.”
You whined when Becky pulled out, feeling her hands caress your thighs free from the knots she created in your muscles. To say you were tired would be an understatement, and both of the women in the room knew that.
“And here I thought you could take two rounds.” Rhea laughed into your ear, only making you whine tiredly.
THE END
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Mini Masterlist WWE Edition
Welcome to my Mini Masterlist WWE Edition. ARE YOU READY!!! Ladies and gentlemen and my nbies of course, Lowkeyerror proudly presents to you the masterlist you've all been waiting for. The beautiful ladies of Smackdown and those powerful woman of Raw. The WWE's Women's division. And if aren't down with that I got a few words for you. Check of the mega masterlist and maybe find something you do like. Oh and SUCK IT!
Becky Lynch
The Sound of Your Name
Charlotte
Not Your Match
Not Your Match pt 2
Give Me Another Chance
Liv Morgan
Attention
My Champion
Interview Slip Ups
Dreams Come True
Sasha Banks
Important Decisions
Sonya Deville
Suits
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Take It Down
( Dom!Becky x Sub!Rhea )
Warning: Smut, Fingering, Degrading, Praising, That's pretty much it
rhearipley_wwe posted
Chicago... Mami's here 😈
Becky stared at her phone. Staring at the photo Rhea posted, she quickly walked to their shared hotel room, going in. Becky stared at Rhea and said, "Take it down." Rhea smirked at her and said, "No."
Becky grabbed Rhea, manhandling her onto the bed since she was already half naked. It made things easier for her. "I said take it down. Why are you being a stupid whore?" Rhea let out a whine at the degrading
Becky smirked as she slid her hand down, getting close to Rhea's cunt. She slid her fingers through her. "God, you are such a pathetic little thing." She then thrust two fingers into Rhea. Rhea let out a soft gasp, gripping the sheets.
Rhea moaned as Becky moved the two fingers. "Look at you all soaking wet like a pathetic little whore." Becky mocked.
Becky moved her fingers faster. Rhea reached and grabbed Becky's wrist. "Keep your hands to your fucking self." Rhea quickly removed her hands. She felt herself getting close to her orgasm.
Becky stops when she notices Rhea about to cum. She pulls her fingers out and says, "No, please, I was close." Becky stands up and says, "Take it down and I'll make you cum later." She walks out.
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masterlist & rules
requests are CLOSED!!
HELLLOOOO EVERYONE!!! thanks so much for stopping by! before you make any requests, please read through the following rules. thank you!!
requests will be posted as i have time to write them; i cannot promise they’ll be posted immediately
i write smut, fluff, angst, and have shared some prompt posts on my page that i’m more than happy to use in a request
i reserve the right to not fulfill a request if it is something i do not feel comfortable writing or feel as though i cannot do the subject matter justice
if you don’t specify if you’re requesting headcanons or an imagine or anything else, i will choose what ends up being written
my limits on smut are as follows:
i will NOT write anything with virginity/taking virginity/anything non-consensual (including CNC), gore/extreme violence, pedophilia, incest, or ageplay/age regression. everything else is fair game unless the request makes me very uncomfortable
the people listed in my masterlist are who i usually write for, but the following is a more comprehensive list
the judgement day as a whole
rhea ripley
damian priest
dominik mysterio
finn balor
seth rollins
becky lynch
liv morgan
brooks jensen
josh briggs
house of black members - mostly malaki black and buddy matthews
adam page
jon moxley
jungle boy
if you have a specific person to request that is not in this list, please still request them and depending on who it is i may still fulfill the request if i feel as though i can give you what you’re looking for
please check the masterlist to see if a request has been fulfilled already
when sending a request, please make sure you include who to write for, what you’d like me to write (specifics are nice, but too specific is tricky), and a prompt from a list if that’s what you’d like. also specify if you’d like headcanons or a drabble.
check here for all of my writings! i’ll have them organized by series/superstar and hopefully this makes it a lot easier to access everything! i’ll update as things are posted! ❤️
their secret weapon (the judgement day):
regular series:
pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6 pt. 7 pt. 8 pt. 9 pt. 10 (written by @witcherfromwallachia ) pt. 10 (my version) pt. 11 pt. 12 pt. 13 pt. 14
headcanons: secret weapon’s aesthetic
headcanons: secret weapon and dominik
headcanons: secret weapon and finn
headcanons: finn’s a meanie
headcanons: in sickness and in health
headcanons: secret weapon and rhea
headcanons: secret weapon and damian
headcanons: movie marathon
their secret weapon: little black dress
their secret weapon: tag team
their secret weapon: spa night
their secret weapon: happy birthday
their secret weapon: hall of fame
their secret weapon: and new...
their secret weapon: bad dreams
their secret weapon: first kisses
their secret weapon: attack (work in progress)
damian priest:
haters gonna hate
headcanons: meeting the parents
double trouble
sworn enemies (spy!au)
becky lynch:
backstabber
it takes two to punish a brat (w/ rhea ripley)
brooks jensen:
headcanons: brooks jensen’s buckle bunny
giddy up
dominik mysterio:
loss
sunshine and snuggles
winners
headcanons: bully
headcanons: father’s day surprise
rhea ripley:
nerves
blood is thicker than water
matilda
headcanons: thunderstorms
forgiveness
headcanons: friends with benefits
finn balor:
backstage admirer
deal with a demon (series):
pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3
cody rhodes:
attention
‘jungle boy’ jack perry
one more night
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Behind His Back
Pairing: Becky Lynch x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Smut, Cheating, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Nipple Play, Oral, (Reader Receiving). Praise, and Scissoring. Minors DNI 18+
Word Count: 3,011
Summary: When going to visit your brother, Seth, his wife, Becky, seems to spark an interest in you which leads to something more happening behind closed doors late at night.
A/N: This has been in the drafts for a couple of months, and I'm not really feeling this one. I feel like it's way to long, but I needed to post something, so Hope You Enjoy!
You stood at the home of your older brother, knocking on the door.
After a few seconds the sound of footsteps came closer and the door swung open. "Sis!" Seth yelled, doing his classic laugh, and pulling you in for a big hug. You let out an annoyed scoff, acting like you didn't want to hug him.
Seth pulled back, quickly grabbing your bags. "Come in." You followed him, letting him put your bags on the floor in the living room. You looked around the cozy home, seeing it decorated for Christmas. "It looks nice here." You complimented.
Seth smiled, looking around his home. "Yeah, if it wasn't for Becky it wouldn't be looking like this." You perked up at the sound of Becky's name.
Becky Lynch, the girl who married your brother.
Just as you thought of her she came around the corner. "Babe, who was at the door?" You looked up, feeling a blush come to your cheeks as you saw her. She was wrapped around a white towel, beads of water running down her body.
You quickly looked away, closing your eyes. "Oh, it's just Y/n. She's gonna be staying with us for 3 weeks." Becky smiled, walking over to you. "Oh Y/n, bring it in!" Becky quickly grabbed you, and pulled you in for a hug.
You let out a choked up sound as you felt her warm wet arms wrap around you. She smelled so good, and her hair smells even better. She held you tightly, playfully swaying you side to side.
You shook your head, taking those nasty thoughts out of your mind. This is your brother's wife you're thinking about!
Becky pulled back looking down at you. "Damn Lass, you look even better than the last time I’ve seen ya." You let out an awkward chuckle, looking at Seth for anything, but he seemed innocent to her words. "You look so much stronger." She pointed, squeezing your arms. "So much prettier." She said, her hand running up your cheek.
Luckily, Seth stepped in before she could say anything else. "Alright babe, stop complimenting my sister and let her get set up in the guest room." Becky stared at you for a second more before slowly stepping away from you. "Can't help it, she's just so beautiful." She lastly said before leaving the room.
You let out a breath you didn't know you had. Seth picked up your bags and led you to the guest room. "This is your room and you have your own bathroom. If you need anything our room is literally across the hall." You nodded your head beginning to unpack your bags.
You whined as you saw the first bag stacked to the brim. Why did you pack so much? With a sigh, you started to get to work, putting your clothes in the dresser that sat underneath the TV.
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After an hour you finally finished, laying flat on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You missed the sound of the door opening and Becky stepping on. "Lass, we're about to go out to eat, you coming?"
You sat up, nodding your head. "Yeah, I could use something." Becky stayed in the room as you got up and fished in a draw for fresh clothes. She watched as you pulled out your outfit, biting her lip.
You turned around and noticed that she was still standing there. "Oh, are you gonna leave?" You asked, sounding unsure. You didn't want to be rude. "Go on, I wanna see your outfit." You showed her the clothes in hand, but she shook her head.
"No, put them on." You gulped, pulling your shirt over your head, revealing your bra. Becky's eyes were glued to your chest, smiling as you grabbed the new shirt.
Her little show was interrupted by Seth's yelling from downstairs. "Becky, come here for a sec!" Becky let out a groan, giving you one last look before heading downstairs.
Thank god for your brother because you would've died right on the spot if you had to remove your pants.
You finished getting dressed and off you went to the restaurant. While at the restaurant, Becky insisted that y'all sat at a booth with you and her on the same side while Seth sat on the other.
Seth didn't think much of it. He thought she just wanted to bond with you. Before they began dating you and Becky were good friends.
Y'all would hang out all the time, but after leaving WWE and switching to another company you don't get to see each other as much.
You were all eating and making short conversation over things that happened so far in life. "So I went to his office and I said, 'Tony, why'd you put me in a match against-" You stopped talking when you felt a warm hand on your thigh.
You dropped your fork, the clattering of the metal hitting the plate catching other's attention. You looked down to see Becky's hand laying right on top of your thigh.
Seth gave you a worried look. "What? What's wrong? Is everything okay?" He asked. "Yeah, are you okay, Y/n?" Becky asked as if she wasn't the reason for your sudden pause.
You gulped, slowly nodding your head. "Y-yeah, my food went down the wrong pipe, that's all." You lied, clearing your throat. "I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." You quickly slid past Becky, practically running to the bathroom.
You found yourself standing in front of the mirror, breathing heavily, looking at yourself.
Why is she making you feel this way?
Why is she even doing this, especially in public?
You turned the sink on, cupping your hands under the water, and splashing some cool water on your face.
The sound of the door opening made you turn to see who it was and not to your surprise, it was Becky. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked with a smile on her face, fake concern laced in her voice.
You ignored her question, scolding her. "What was that out there? Touching my thigh under the table, really?!" Becky kept a straight face, her smirk still on her lips. "And you're smiling like this is some kind of joke! You're my sister in law!" You whispered, not wanting to draw any attention.
Becky still stared at you, unfazed of your scolding. "Y/n, calm down. You look pretty today." She slowly began to inch closer to you, running her hand through a strand of your hair.
"Really pretty." You sucked in a breath, stepping away from her. "Becky, stop!" Becky finally froze, your loud yelling echoing around the bathroom.
You didn't say anything else, walking past her and out the bathroom. Becky stood there, nodding her head in acceptance.
You didn't want her, fine, she'll make you want her.
You got back to the table, pulling out a couple of dollars. "I'm ready to go." Seth looked confused, but listened, pulling some money out as well. You all went home without another word, the car full of silence.
Becky tried talking to you, but you only ignored her. When you got home you instantly went to your room, not saying anything to anyone. "I wonder what's wrong with her?" Seth asked himself, a smile catching Becky's face.
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1 Week Later
It's been a week since you came to your brother's home and Becky hasn't stopped with her flirting. In fact, it became worse. Becky wasn't sneaky with it either.
For instance, you 3 went out to an ice cream shop and when you ordered a vanilla ice cream Becky made a dirty joke. "Oh, so you like licking white stuff." You almost choked on your own spit, Seth laughing at the joke.
Another time was when you helped clean the house, dusting off the counters underneath the TV stand. As you were bent over you felt a hard slap to your ass, a gasp falling from your lips.
You quickly came from underneath the stand, looking around only to see Becky with a huge grin. Seth was in the background laughing at your reaction.
"What the hell Becky?!" You called out, slightly offended. "What? It's not my fault your ass is so big, it makes me wanna slap it." She said, reaching over and grabbing a piece of your ass while jiggling it. She threw a wink your way before leaving you alone.
And those are just 2 examples out of over 10, in a week!
It was Wednesday of week 2 and it was 7:00 PM. It was dark outside, peaceful crickets were singing outside.
Nothing was going on in the house except for you watching a couple of movies, but it was interrupted when Becky came in, bottles of liquid in her hand. "Oi, stop watching TV and let's have some drinks!" Seth made rid of the remote, excited to drink.
You watched as Becky filled Seth's glass to the brim and hers, and an extra one. She pushed the glass towards you. "Oh no, I'm okay, I don't want a drink." You politely denied. "Awe, come on Y/n, let loose a little." Seth said, somehow convincing you.
You took the glass and took a swing, cringing as the burning liquid slid down your throat. You quickly grabbed a bottle of water, washing down the nasty taste.
Becky laughed at your reaction, taking another shot. "You're such a lightweight." She said. You glared at her, but she poured another drink, sliding it your way. "Another one." You shook your head, pushing the glass away. "After she has 5, she'll be so drunk." Seth said, making you giggle. You remember the first time you got drunk.
You were 17, sneaking out with Seth and a couple of friends. When you both got home your Mom and Dad were waiting for y'all at the door asking y'all questions, but all what came out was a bunch of babbled, made up words.
Ever since then you stopped drinking.
Becky took note of that and somehow got you to take 6 shots. Now you were tipsy and you didn't know until you looked down and saw all the mini shot glasses facing near you.
Seth decided to cut back on the drinks, knowing he has a match the next day. "Becky, can you help Y/n to her room?" Becky shot up fast, nodding her head. "Yeah, I will." She walked over to your body, gently pulling you up.
You instantly fell limp in her arms, cheek resting on her shoulder. "Come on, Y/n." Becky sang, dragging you along. You made it to the room and Becky helped you change into comfortable clothes.
She stripped you down admiring your body. She took her time with you, taking off your clothes and replacing them with your pajamas.
When you were fully dressed, you looked up at her with cloudy eyes. She was suddenly looking like a god.
Without thinking, you pulled her down for a kiss, locking your lips on hers. Becky smiled, kissing you back, letting out a little moan at the taste of your lips.
Becky was so into you that she didn't hear the footsteps of Seth. "Becky, you almost done?" Becky jumped away from you, whipping around to see Seth standing at the door.
"Y-yeah, I was just tucking in Y/n." She looked down at you seeing that you were already fast asleep, eyes closed, and chest rising and falling.
Becky shortly left the room, going and sleeping with Seth. All she could think of was you and your taste. You tasted so sweet. So good.
She needs more, she wants more, and she doesn't know how long she'll wait. It's week 2 and you're supposed to be leaving next week. She gotta act quick before it's too late.
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The sun shined bright through the curtains of the house as you woke up, but something didn't feel right. Why was it so hot in the room?" You finally opened your eyes and felt the bed move.
You looked around, confused. "What the- oh fuck!" You cried out, head falling back on the pillow. You looked down at your feet and saw a lump under the blanket.
You instantly pulled the blanket off you, only to see Becky on her stomach, licking and sucking your cunt. "B-Becky, what the fuck!" You yelled, covering your mouth.
Here she was, under the blanket, hungrily eating you out while Seth was in the next room. "Get off me!" You squirmed, grabbing the blanket to cover yourself up.
Becky looked annoyed, wiping her mouth which was shining from your juices. "What are you doing? My brother is here and you're in my bed!" Becky responded, "He's not here, Triple H needed him for the show. He won't be back until later on tonight."
As she finished her explanation, she reached over and spread your legs with a smirk, but you closed them. "We can't do this Becky, it's not right." Becky looked at you with emotion in her eyes. "What about the kiss? The kiss we had last night."
A blush came to your cheeks at the memory of the kiss. It was you who started it. "It was a drunk kiss Becky. It never should've happened." Becky dryly chuckled. "So it didn't mean anything to you?" Becky asked, sounding hurt. "No I-" You cut yourself off, not knowing how to answer.
Although you kissed her, you knew it was wrong. You loved the feeling of her lips on yours, but at the end of the day, she's your sister in law. "Look Beck, I love you, okay? I like you, but we can't do this. You're my sister in law and I don't want to hurt my brother."
Becky gave a fake pout, slowly opening your legs. "Y/n there's tension between us, I can feel it. Now you can be the good guy in this situation and say no, but I know you want this."
She was right.
As much as you love your brother you want Becky. You've been fighting it for the past 2 weeks, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him, right?
You grabbed her face with both hands, pulling her into you. You both sloppily kissed, a genuine smile tugging to Becky's lips.
She knew you wanted her.
Her hands roamed up and down your body, groping at your clothed breasts, small moans coming from you. You both broke the kiss, your breath becoming unsteady.
Becky was fast on taking your clothes off, pulling your shirt over your head and shorts down your legs.
It was until now that you realized how hot you were. Becky made work eating you out earlier, and being trapped under those thick, heavy blankets didn't make it any better.
She cupped your breast, leaning down and taking a nipple in her mouth. You moaned, throwing your head back while running your hands through her orange hair. Becky suckled and played with your nipples, even giving a little nibble that caused you to gasp.
She began sucking hickeys on your breast after ignoring many of your protests. “B-Becky, stop, you can't do that." Becky released your breast with a pop, still playing with your nipple. "Baby, no one's gonna see it, but me. No one else." She finished the sentence off with a glare at you.
She quickly pushed you on your back, running her hands up and down the side of your stomach. "You wanna help take my clothes off? I was thinking we could scissor." Again, you blushed at her words, looking away from her eyes, but nodded.
Becky smiled at your shyness, beginning to take her shirt off. You watched as she threw the shirt somewhere in the room, revealing her black lace bra. "Wore this just for you." She commented, continuing to strip, sliding her shorts and pants down her legs.
Now she sat completely naked, bare for your eyes to see. “Come on, get right there." You got in position, spreading your legs as Becky made her place in between them, throwing her leg over your shoulders.
You let out a gasp as she started thrusting her hips, your pussy’s rubbing together your clits sliding against one another.
There were slight slick noises coming from you considering Becky was eating you out earlier. You both were moaning now, gripping each other's legs to chase for more friction. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Rub your pussy against me.” Becky said, making you whimper.
It felt so good, your cunts rubbing against one another. You took the lead, but Becky was the Dom, guiding you through everything. Your arms began to give out as you laid on your back, now letting Becky take control.
Becky began forcefully pinning your arms above your head, and moving your legs slightly over your head, all while moving back and forth. Your moans grew louder, this new angle allowing your cunts to rub just right.
“Oh shit, I- I’m cumming-'' You moaned out, feeling your cunt gush out cum, but that didn’t stop Becky. She kept grinding, biting her lip to conceal her moans, wanting to hear you. “Yeah, cum for me. God, you’re so hot!” She laughed out.
Your cum now spread on her pussy, the slick noise getting louder at every move. You were gripping the sheets hard, feeling a little overstimulated. “B-beck-” Becky ignored your cries, feeling as if she was in her own world.
You leave in a couple of days and she wants you to remember this everyday you're away from her.
Just as she was about to cum the sound of the front door opened. “Guys, I'm home!” Seth called out.
What were y’all supposed to do? Becky was currently straddling your legs that were in the air, both of your pussy’s on full display, cum coating them, and even dripping down your thigh.
And then the footsteps got louder and the bedroom door opened.
Oh shit.
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Wrestlemania Moments
Wrestlemania.
The grandest stage of them all.
The RAW women's championship was on the line between Natalya and Liv Morgan and the match was getting intense. The crowd's energy was ridiculously high and everyone was on the edge of their seats.
"And another near fall for Morgan! The champion is trying to figure out what she needs to do to put Morgan away." Both competitors were down, trying to catch their breath as music suddenly blared from speakers all over the stadium. Cameras turned to the stage as Y/R/N sprinted from behind the curtain and down to the ring.
"Oh my god! That's Y/R/N! The winner of the last Women's Money in the Bank match!" Y/R/N slid in and looked at both women on the ground and frantically handed her briefcase to the referee.
"I'm cashing in! Right now!" The ref, John Cone, nodded and took the briefcase, giving it to Greg Hamilton.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Y/R/N is cashing in her Money in the Bank contract. Therefore, this will now be a triple threat match for the RAW Women's Championship!"
The crowd went wild as Y/R/N stood on high alert, waiting for her moment to strike.
The bell rang and Y/N went to push Natalya out of the ring. Liv was still on the ground as Y/N waited.
Liv shakily stood as Y/N delivered her finishing move, the sleeper suplex.
1...
2....
3.....
"Here's your winner! And the NEWWW Raw women's champion, Y/R/N!"
"Y/R/N did it!! We have a new champion!"
Y/N sat in the middle of the ring, a pile of sweat and tears as she was handed her belt. The ref helped her up and raised her arm as the crowd lost their minds. The crowd got even louder as a certain redhead sprinted down the ramp and into the ring.
Becky pulled Y/N into her arms as she squeezed her. "I'm so proud of you lass. You deserve this more than anyone." She kissed her head. She raised the champ's arm again and helped her out of the ring. They walked up the ramp together and to the back.
Later that night in the couples hotel room, they laid snuggled together on the bed. Becky had convinced Y/N to shower together so she could show her how happy she was that she won. Y/N wore one of Becky's hoodies as the redhead played with her hair. "I can't wait till the world sees what you have in store babe. The era of Y/R/N is going to be my favorite."
Y/N giggled. 'You're a dork Becks."
"But I'm YOUR dork."
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