Requests are always open, I dont really have rules? 🫠 If I can do it, ill try!
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WWE JUDGMENT DAY (POLY)
Brats be Warned PT 1 & 2 (Part 3 soon)
- ✨️All The Space You Need ✨️
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I was wondering if you'd maybe write about how the judgement day (og ofc) is extr
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Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure
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Rhea Ripley, Damian Priest, Finn Balor
A World Without You Part 1
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Rhea Ripley x Jey Uso
Sweat on Me
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Lipstick & Luchables
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I was wondering if you'd maybe write about how the judgement day (og ofc) is extremely sexual and one day the boys get home and find out that Yn cried herself to sleep on Rhea because she felt used and icky because of it all (also maybe author reader??)
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You ask for Angsty toxic Judgment day that ends in fluff and honesty, thats exactly what you shall receive 😘
Warning -18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI!
- POLYAMOROUS, TOXIC, ANGST, OVERSTIMULATION, PRESSURE, SEX etc
Ends very fluffy and sweet with honesty and boundaries put in place 🩶
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The bedroom felt hot, too hot.
I could feel the air surrounding me, it felt heavy with the scent of salty bitter sweat.
My internal temperature was rising as I was being swallowed up by the multiple arms and legs from my partners clinging on to me.
I couldn't escape.
Another full on bedtime session, everyone had a turn.
Everyone shared me.
They all shared Rhea.
They took turns on eachother.
It had been hours of intense and repetitive orgasms, non stop teasing, the Judgment Day truly lived up to their wild side.
I sighed, trying to take in a sharp breath as Damians felt hot against my neck. Dominik snuggled himself closer into my chest while Finns hand held onto my thigh, his arm outstretched pulling myself and Rhea in closer.
Dont get me wrong...
I love them all dearly.....
BUT JESUS CHRIST.
Give a girl some space.
It was great at first, the sexual demon inside me was in full swing and lapping up every second of the lustrous life I had been gifted.
Riding high on Damians cock, his full force driving into me while I chocked on Finns, punishing my tonsils with every thrust.
But lately..
Well it had become a daily routine.
It was persistent.
It wasnt even just the evenings anymore, id only have to be doing the washing up and before you know it Dominik had his hands up my shirt.
His failed attempt to unclip my bra would often result in him opting to run his hands down my shorts instead.
I tried to calm my heart as I figeted between them, any attempt at some form of space.
Rhea and I were very different to the boys, we knew when we had had enough.
But something inside them drove this constant need to play the devils favourite sport at any time of the day.
And I mean.... ANYTIME OF THE DAY.
We girls often left them to it when they were getting to randy or turned on. They could just as easily pleasure eachother, but i still felt like it was getting too much.
I may not have been a famous WWE wrestler like them all, but I was still a fucking busy woman.
Work had me snowed under recently, I had a to do list the size of my arm and yet everytime I sat down at my laptop to try and get some tasks done, well...
One of them would appear, or all of them. It was like I couldn't get 5 minutes of space to live in the real world and play out normal life.
I know, I know, I should feel lucky. And trust me, I do! But that doesnt mean real life stops just because Finn wants a quickie in the hallway closet or Damian gets turned on when he sees me watering the tomatoes in the garden.
You would honestly think they were randy teenage boys who had just learnt about the birds and the bees.
I managed to free myself from the previously inescapable pit of the king-size bed we owned and snuck myself out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
The cool air hitting me like a wave of pleasure in itself.
My God it felt good.
Taking myself downstairs I collapsed onto the sofa, taking a breath of freedom. My heart was racing as the pressure of it all built up inside me.
How could I tell them? I dont want to upset the boys, I love them with all my heart.
But the constant need to be all over me, all the time, every second of the day. It was getting to much. It was to overstimulating and I just needed them to step back.
But how do I tell them that.
Hearing shuffling upstairs my entire body tensed.
Jesus christ, please dont do it.
Please dont tell me one of them has woken up horny, searching for me.
I couldn't do it again, not tonight.
Give me a day, just give me a moment to myself.
The front room door creaked open as Rhea appeared, her face looking deeply concerned at the state of me.
My face was hot, my cheeks flushed and my eyes, as hard as I tried... began to fill.
"Baby? What's the matter?" Rhea asked desperately as she took a seat next to me, reaching her hand out to rest on my shoulder.
I couldn't hold back the tears anymore as my lower lip wobbled.
Taking a sharp breath, words now began to feel impossible as I collapsed into myself. Pulling my knees up to my chest to comfort the anxiety building inside me.
'Hey, hey, shhh, its okay love, its alright, you're okay" Rhea soothed as she went to pull me into her.
I panicked, rushing to my feet. I felt awful, she wasnt the problem, but the over stimulation of it all, well it had reached boiling point.
'Bunny hey, hey, look at me' Rhea stood opposite, holding her hands up in surrender. She could fully understand that I needed to be, just for a minute I needed to not have anyone else's hands on me.
'Bunny, you have to talk to me. What's wrong?" Her face was full of worry as my eyes locked onto hers.
"I just, I just' i stuttered, collapsing back down onto the sofa.
Rhea pointed to the seat beside me, gesturing if it was okay for her to sit as well.
I nodded, rubbing my eyes.
Okay, it was now or never.
'Tell me love' Rhea said softly.
I turned to face her now, knowing if I didnt be completely honest then it was never going to get any better.
'I just, I just cant keep doing this. Its everyday, persistently' I replied, trying to keep myself from breaking apart.
'Doing what?' Rhea held her hand to my back, rubbing soft gentle circles on it.
'All the sex Rhea' i said, swallowing hard.
'Its just, its all the time... with the boys, its, it's constant. They just, I know they probably dont mean too.... but its just, its all the time. No matter what I do, wether im watering the plants or folding the laundry, its like they are fucking turned on no matter what'
I rested my head onto Rheas lap, as she gently stroked my hair.
'I just feel like, like lately, all I am is a sex toy to them. This constant need to fuck day and night, 24 hours a day, turning me on or pulling me into the shower when im trying to brush my teeth.'
Rhea sighed, knowing all too well what they can be like. They would never mean to upset either of us, but clearly they hadn't noticed that I was getting to the point it was all just becoming to much.
I began to cry softly in her lap as I tried to fight my exhaustion, her soft hands playing with my hair felt like a persuasive lullaby, sending me off to sleep. Rhea reached over pulling the couch blanket up and over me, its soft comfort silencing my anxiety.
'I just need time to myself, you know? Just to me be, just to live in the real world and vaccume the stairs, or, or get some work done." My words began to fade as I felt myself fall into darkness, sleep was obviously winning this round.
'Sometimes, I just need to be by myself, you know..."
My final words resonated deep inside Rhea, as my body finally gave in to rest.
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Rhea had stayed downstairs with me all night, she hadn't slept as she replayed our conversation we had over and over in her head.
The sound of footsteps in the hallway upstairs bought her back to reality.
The boys were awake, and she needed to speak to them before things got any worse.
Moving my head gently off her lap she placed a gentle kiss on my temple, before leaving the room and making her way to the bedroom.
Dominik was the first once in sight as Rhea reached out grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom where Damian and Finn were, both of them resting up against the head board scrolling through their phones.
"Woah, Mami, gently does it! Just ask nicley' Dom said teasingly as he fell through the door and onto the end of the bed.
'I need a word with you three' Rhea said sternly.
Dominiks original smirk fell quickly as the other two rose up to attention, concern plastered across their face.
'Everything okay Lass?' Finn asked.
Damian scanned the room before asking, 'Where's Y/N?'
'She's downstairs, asleep on the sofa. Where she has been all night...' Rhea looked across to the three of them as she sighed through her words.
'Crying on my lap'
'What?! Why? What happened!' Damian interjected quickly, almost cutting Rhea off.
'You three happened!' She said, pointing at each of them.
'I know you all love to live in this fantasy world where life is great, but you have to understand something' Rhea stated, her face softening, knowing they probably didnt realise they had done wrong.
The boys looked genuinely concerned at this point, each of them worried they'd truly fucked up.
'Not everything needs to be one giant sex fuelled fest where we jump on eachother every chance we get. Of course its fun, its supposed to be! But lately, its been alot. All three of you have been way to dependant on getting some whenever you have the chance." Rhea could see the hurt in each of them, they were starting to realise how much they had expected from the girls recently.
'Y/N, she needs a break, she loves you all dearly. But sometimes, overstimulation can send you insane. She feels used, and thats dangerous territory. She knows how much you all love her, but seriously guys."
She smiled at them now, "Porn was invented for a reason, take care it yourselves too yeah?"
Finn was the first to answer her, as he looked around to the others, running a hand through his hair.
'Jeez Rhea, Im Sorry. I, or we should of thought, and your right.' The irishman sounded truly sympathetic, as Damian turned himself around to stand up off the bed.
"Finns right Mi Amor, Im Sorry, when Y/N wakes up, we will talk to her. Maybe we discuss how to deal with this whole thing better in the future, before it reaches this point again" Damian said, putting a shirt on.
"You three do that! Meanwhile, ive been up all night with Y/N, so if you dont mind.... im going to catch up on some sleep" She said, as she took her place under the covers and closed her eyes.
'Oh boys?' She called out, her eyes still shut.
'Yeah ' the three of them replied in unison.
'Damian and Finn, you can make breakfast, Dominik, you're on clean up duty! We girls are going on strike until you three behave yourselves."
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The sound of dishes crashing in the sink woke me up.
'Shit! My bad!' I could hear Dom say, he certainly wasnt the most coordinated person I knew.
My chest still felt heavy with exhaustion, but that overwhelmed feeling from last night had softened, just shows what time to yourself can do.
Rubbing my eyes i could feel the warmth of the sun filter in through the curtains in the room as I pushed back on the blanket that Rhea had tucked around me.
Standing up slowly I made my way through the hall and into the kitchen where the morning chaos was in full swing. But it abruptly stopped when they all saw me standing in the door way.
“Hey… ” Rhea’s voice was soft as she raised her eyebrows up gesturing to the boys.
“Hi…” I replied, my voice quieter than I expected.
“They know,” she said softly.
“Yeah… I figured considering Dom hasnt looked up from his feet” I said, offering a smile to the young lad.
“They feel awful,” Rhea added.
I let out a shaky breath, rubbing my hands together.
“I didn’t exactly make it obvious.”
Rhea tilted her head slightly.
“You shouldn’t have to spell it out for us to have notice you’re overwhelmed Y/N.” Damian said.
“Hey,” Finn said first, his voice softer than usual, "We made breakfast"
“Looks good,” I said, offering a small smile.
Dominik let out a quiet breath, like he’d been holding it.
“We’re really sorry Y/N”he said, straight to the point.
No jokes or deflection in his voice, just sincere.
“We didn’t realise how far it had gotten,” Finn jumped in, “That’s on us.”
Damian nodded.
“We should have been paying attention. Not just… assuming everything was fine because it always had been before.”
I looked down at my hands.
“It was fine,” I admitted. “At first, I loved having all your attention... but"
Dominik stepped forward slightly, then stopped himself. “But it changed,” he said quietly.
I nodded.
“Yeah.”
“It just… stopped feeling like fun and more like a 24 hour routine,” my voice was quiet, it had to be honest with them.
Rhea moved to stand next to me with her arms crossed. “That’s the part you lot missed,” she said. “You made it feel expected.”
Finn nodded slowly. “Yeah… that’s fair, but now we can fix it properly,” he said. “Not just ‘we’ll do better’ and then fall back into the same habits.”
I felt something loosen in my chest, all my original anxiety melted away as my true hearted nature boys returned to me.
“How do we do that though?” I asked.
"You tell us your boundaries, honestly and clearly Y/N, and we stick to them. No pushing, no constant teasing.”
“And we check in, with both of you, with all of us! Make sure everyones happy” Dominik joined in.
Rhea smirked slightly “Look at you Dom Dom, learning!”
Finn let out a quiet laugh before focusing back on me. “And if you say no, that’s Just… no.”
“I think…I just” I said, “I just need space sometimes. Like actual space, I need uninterrupted time. Where i can just watch shit TV or water the garden without someone trying to turn me on”
“Done,” Damian said immediately.
Finn nodded. “Boundaries Lass, you need your own space, we hear you”
Dominik rubbed the back of his neck, “maybe we… chill out a bit in general too, you know where movie night is just movie night”
Rhea snorted. “That’ll be the real challenge.”
A small laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it.
"Mi Amor we love you for you, not just that side of things.”
“I love you all too,” I said, louder than before, knowing they truly meant what they were saying.
This moment we all shared, the apologies and the understanding we all now had, it didn’t magically fix everything.
Damian and Rhea had left with Dominik to deal with his own behaviour away from Finn and Y/N.
The late evening had drawn into the city streets outside of their apartment, the soft humming of the AC unit hung to the tension building around the bedroom.
It wasnt one of those warm summer evenings, there was a cold and bitter chill to the night outside.
But Finn didn't care.
He turned the AC on to make a point.
To make her understand.
She could misbehave and push the boundaries to whatever extend y/n desired.
But there would be consequences.
No matter in this world, in theirs or in her own, he controlled it all.
Even the temperature.
She knew that.
But temptation crossed with desire is a dangerous thing.
At the base of the king-size bed Y/N knelt, her clothing removed.
Now only a black laced lingerie set was left.
It hung tightly to her skin, the soft subtle hairs stood on end as Finns dominant figure loomed in front of her.
She could feel the tips of her nipples pushing through the lace, a desperate attempt to escape and feel the release she longed her prince to give her.
Y/N breath was shallow, her chest stiffened by his presence.
Her eyesight taken away by the silk grey tie she had once admired when Finn had worn it out to a family date night.
The idea of being bound up by it had excited the sexual demon inside her.
The idea of being bound up by it as a consequence to her misbehaviour, that had not crossed her mind.
The anxiety increased.
The unknowing of her surroundings, of his being, of his plans.
Of the consequences she was going to face.
'One Question?' Finns voice was low, but firm.
His back was turned to Y/N.
His white shirt sleeves, once ironed into a creaseless embodiment of perfection, were now undone as he rolled them up to fit around his elbow.
The sound of those buttons clicking back into place around his cuffs sent a wave of exctacy across her soul.
Y/N let out the breath she had been holding, a faint remnants of tequila still burnt across her lips.
'What you did tonight... ' Finn paused for a moment, lifting his chin up to stare directly into the wall ahead.
'Did you do it...because you forgot the rules... or because you wanted to see what would happen?' He asked, turning to face Y/N.
Her entire self looked small, helpless even as she rested on her knees, Her hands cuffed behind her.
Y/N hesitated to answer.
'Answer carefully Y/N' Finn stated, his eyes focused solely on her lips.
She took a slow breath, her mouth had dried up, words now feeling almost impossible to form.
Her tounge softly glided across her bottom lip, as she accepted that honesty was her only chance now.
'I wanted to see what would happen' She said, her voice was gentle and timid.
Y/N core heated inside of her, the desperation to have Finn rip off her panties and force his way into her deepest desires had the black lace dampening with every fantasy her mind could throw at her.
Finns jawline tightened.
His demeanour adjusted as he took a deep inhale, crouching down in front of Y/N.
'Have you lost your manners now?' His words were blunt, as he reached out, his hand wrapping tightly around Y/N throat as he pulled her to her feet.
Her entire centre of gravity was thrown off as her legs turned to hot jelly by the sudden change of position.
Inhaling sharply she felt the cool breeze coming from his arm swing up into the air.
His palm landing harshly across her ass as the sting flew its way across her entire nervous system.
The sharp bite from the smack radiated a mixture of lustful heat and an inability to breath. That sent her into a spiral of desire and mild regret.
'Im Sorry, Sir' Her voice was now shaking as she felt the heat from his mouth linger inches from her ear.
'I wanted to see what would happen, Sir' she stuttered the words out as her body made every attempt to balance on the tips of her toes he was forcing her to stand on.
'Thats better' His Irish accent rolled across his lips as he ran his hot wet tounge over her ear before placing a gentle kiss to her cheek.
He could taste her apprehension, and he craved it.
In one swift movment he threw Y/N backwards, as she felt herself topple onto the sheets of the bed behind her.
Finn crawled across her as she lay underneath him, pulling her hands up, still chained by the cold metal handcuffs.
Re-locking them to the wooden bed frame, he paused for a moment to look down on her.
She had brought this on herself, he reminded his conscience.
The faint smell of vodka danced across his senses as he leaned down, his lips only millimetres from hers.
'You did this Y/N...' he stated.
'You wanted to know what would happen'
He glanced over to the mini fridge that Dominik had begged to have in their room.
Damian and Rhea had agreed on the understanding that it would have an ice box compartment so the more 'mature' ones could enjoy a glass of wine in the evening.
But also that it wouldn't be solely filled with his snacks and Y/N energy drinks.
Finn moved himself off of Y/N and bent down, opening the door.
The plastic seal cracking as the cold air escaped from inside hit the side of her thigh.
Goosebumps fired its way across her entire body as she shivered.
Finn opened the ice box, pulling out a single frozen cube.
He fiddled it between his finger tips, before harshly slamming the door shut.
'I warned you Brats' He said sternly, a certain element of joy highlighted each word.
Y/N jumped as the loud noise echoed throughout the apartment. Her breath caught in her throat for a second, as if all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.
Please take a moment to read - This fan fiction follows the trauma, grief and healing of the characters following the death of (Y/N) Reader - Female
WARNINGS - MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH OF (READER Y/N), ANGST, GRIEF, HEALING, POLY RELATIONSHIP, EMOTIONAL HURT/COMFORT, CAR ACCIDENT, HEAVY DRINKING, TRAUMA, CAR ACCIDENT
This story in NO WAY glorifies death, I myself am very accepting around the knowledge that death is inevitable, i find cemeteries peaceful and I have a healthy morbid curiosity (if that's the right phrase?) around death and what happens next.
During my toughest mental health days i found fictions like this actually really helpful, they really grounded me to understand how final death was.
Please DO NOT READ if you are sensitive to this topic.
This story came to me while listening to -Don't Let her by Walker Hayes
A World Without You - Part 2
Finn’s Second Counselling Session
Finn knocked once and pushed the office door open.
Dr. Patel looked up from her desk.
“Hello again, Finn.”
He gave a short nod and sat in the same chair as last time.
The office looked exactly the same.
Same plants.
Same soft lighting.
Same box of tissues.
Finn noticed she had moved it slightly closer to his side of the table.
He almost rolled his eyes.
Dr. Patel sat down across from him.
“How has the week been?”
Finn shrugged.
“Uneventful.”
“Anything stand out?”
“No.”
Dr. Patel waited.
And waited.
Finn leaned back in his chair.
He was almost amused by the doctors’ attempts.
“You know,” he said after a moment, “this feels like a trick question every time.”
“How so?”
“You ask how I’m doing like there’s supposed to be a different answer.”
His tone wasn’t hostile.
Just tired.
Dr. Patel nodded slightly.
“And what do you think the answer is?”
Finn stared at the wall for a moment.
“The same as last week.”
He paused.
“The same as every week.”
The silence lingered.
Then Dr. Patel asked carefully,
“Have you talked about Y/N with the others?”
Finn let out a quiet breath.
“No.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged again.
“They’re already dealing with it.”
“And you’re not?”
Finn gave a dry laugh.
“Oh, I am.”
He tapped a finger against the arm of the chair.
Thinking back to the night before when he had fallen asleep on the kitchen floor thanks to a bottle of vodka.
“Just quietly.”
Dr. Patel studied him for a moment.
“Quietly can be very lonely.”
Finn looked at her.
For the first time there was a flicker of something behind his expression.
“Yeah.”
The word came out softer than he intended.
The room fell quiet again.
Finn cleared his throat slightly.
“So… same time next week?”
Dr. Patel smiled faintly.
“If that works for you.”
Finn stood up.
He paused near the door.
“Just so we’re clear,” he said, “I still don’t think this is fixing anything.”
Dr. Patel nodded calmly.
“I know.”
Finn frowned slightly.
Then left.
Their home gym was quiet again.
Finn stood in front of the whiteboard.
He had cleaned up the broken mirror weeks ago. The new one looked too perfect.
Too untouched.
Y/N reflection had never been in it.
That felt wrong.
It felt like she was being replaced.
The board hadn’t changed either.
Y/N handwriting still covered half of it.
Deadlift PR – Y/N 315
A small crown drawn beside her name.
Finn stared at it.
He remembered the exact moment she wrote it.
She had jumped up to reach the board and nearly dropped the marker.
“Move,” she had told him. “You’re blocking my victory.”
Finn had stepped aside with exaggerated annoyance.
“You’re insufferable.”
“Jealous,” she corrected.
The memory made his chest tighten.
Finn uncapped the marker in his hand.
He hesitated.
For a long time.
The board looked like a snapshot of a life that had stopped.
A life that could never be, never again.
Like if he didn’t touch it, maybe nothing had really changed.
His grip tightened.
Slowly, he picked up the eraser.
One step at a time.
The crown disappeared first.
A faint squeak echoed in the quiet room.
Then the numbers.
Then her name.
The space where it had been suddenly looked enormous.
Finn lowered the eraser.
His throat felt tight.
“You won,” he muttered quietly.
The empty board didn’t answer.
That killed him inside.
Finn reached for the marker again.
For a moment he considered leaving the space blank.
But instead he wrote something beneath the records.
For Y/N, Still undefeated
Finn stepped back.
His chest felt strange.
Not lighter.
But… steadier.
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The cemetery was quiet.
Finn stood a few feet away from the grave.
The grass had grown slightly since the funeral.
The flowers were different now.
The Lilies had gone.
Replaced by fresh roses someone had brought earlier in the week.
Probably Rhea.
Finn shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
For a long time he didn’t move.
He just stood there.
The headstone felt too official.
Too permanent.
Y/N
Seeing her name carved in stone made something twist in his chest.
Finn crouched down slowly.
He brushed a bit of dirt off the edge of the stone.
“You’d hate this place,” he muttered.
His voice sounded strange in the open air.
“You always said cemeteries were creepy.”
The wind rustled through the trees nearby.
Finn stared at the ground for a while.
“I erased the board today.”
The words came out before he realised he was going to say them.
“The PR board.”
His jaw tightened slightly.
“You’d be mad about that.”
A faint smile touched his mouth.
“You were very proud of that stupid crown.”
The smile faded.
Finn rubbed a hand across the back of his neck.
‘Still, you’ll always be the reigning champion now.”
He paused, looking at the gravestone.
“Kinda feels like cheating though, seeing as I can’t challenge you for a rematch, aye lass!” His soft chuckle felt absent of emotion.
The silence stretched again.
His unanswered statement tore through him.
Finally he exhaled slowly.
“Dominik keeps pretending you’re just busy.”
His voice had gone quieter now.
“Rhea cries when she thinks nobody’s looking.”
He hesitated.
“Damian’s angry at everything.”
Finn looked down at the ground.
Then admitted quietly,
“And I’m… not great at this.”
The wind shifted slightly.
Leaves rustled overhead.
Finn rested his forearms on his knees.
“You really messed up the group dynamic, y/n.”
The joke fell flat.
He swallowed.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
“I miss you.”
The confession hung in the air.
The gravestone still didn’t answer back.
Finn stared at it for a long moment.
Then slowly stood.
“Alright,” he muttered.
“I’ll come back next week.”
He brushed the dirt off his hands.
And walked away.
Finn dropped into the chair across from Dr. Patel.
He looked worse than usual.
Dark circles under his eyes. Shoulders tight.
Dr. Patel noticed immediately.
“Good afternoon, Finn.”
He gave a short nod.
She waited a moment before speaking.
“How have things been since we last spoke?”
Finn leaned back in the chair.
“About the same.”
“Still visiting the gym?”
“Sometimes.”
“And Y/N grave?”
Finn’s jaw tightened slightly.
“Sometimes.”
Dr. Patel nodded thoughtfully.
“Have you been allowing yourself to feel the anger that often comes with grief?”
Finn let out a quiet breath through his nose.
“I’m not angry.”
Dr. Patel tilted her head slightly.
“Not even a little?”
Finn stared at the floor.
“No.”
A long silence followed.
Then she asked gently,
“What would you say to y/n if she were sitting here right now?”
Finn looked up sharply.
The question hung in the air.
Dr. Patel didn’t move.
Finn stared at her like she had just said something ridiculous.
“That’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t joking.”
His jaw clenched.
“She’s dead.”
“Yes.”
“And talking about it doesn’t change that.”
“That’s true.”
Finn’s fingers tightened on the arms of the chair.
Dr. Patel continued carefully.
“But sometimes imagining the conversation can reveal things we haven’t allowed ourselves to say.”
Finn let out a harsh laugh.
“You want to know what I’d say?” he spat out.
She nodded calmly.
Finn leaned forward slightly.
“I’d ask her why.”
The words came out sharp.
“Why she got in the car that night.”
His voice was louder now, much louder.
It was demanding.
“Why she didn’t call someone.”
“Why she—”
He stopped suddenly.
His chest was rising and falling faster.
Dr. Patel spoke softly.
“You sound angry.”
Finn stood up abruptly.
“Of course I’m angry!”
The words burst out of him.
The room fell silent.
Finn ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
“She just left,” he said, voice rough. “She left all of us here to deal with it.”
Dr. Patel didn’t interrupt.
Finn paced once across the small office.
Then stopped.
The anger drained slightly from his expression.
And something else replaced it.
Guilt.
He swallowed.
“She didn’t… mean to.”
The words came out quieter.
“It wasn’t her fault...”
His voice trailed off into nothing, his hand bracing against the wall for support.
“Finn” Dr Patel went to speak.
Finn grabbed his jacket in a flustered panic.
“I can’t do this today.”
Dr. Patel nodded gently.
“That’s okay.”
Finn paused at the door for half a second.
Then left.
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The cemetery was empty when Finn arrived, the wind was howling through the trees.
He ran across the grass, his breathing uneven and heavy.
The anger and resentment burning through his veins.
Y/N headstone came into view.
Finn stopped in front of it.
For a moment he just stared.
Then the anger surged up through him again.
“Why?!”
The word came out louder than he expected.
Finn ran a hand over his face, looking up to the sky as he cursed the heavens.
“WHY?!?!” Finn screamed.
Birds fled from the nearby trees.
Leaves falling through the broken air around him.
“You were supposed to be smarter than that y/n!”
His voice echoed slightly in the quiet cemetery.
“You always told Dom not to drive tired, to be aware of the idiots on the road!”
His chest tightened.
“Oh what!? You just didn’t see the speeding car is that it!” His voice was elevated.
“Oh what! The car excessively speeding down the junction, doing what was it?! Triple the speed limit was just to fast for you to react in time?!”
He knew his argument was one sided, he knew his argument made no sense.
He knew his argument was stupid.
But he was too angry to care.
His fists shook.
His heart raced.
“And then you just—”
He stopped.
The sentence wouldn’t finish.
Finn kicked at the dirt beside the grave in frustration.
“You left us.”
The words sounded harsher than he meant.
“Do you know what that did to them?”
His voice cracked slightly.
“Dominik barely sleeps.”
“Rhea cries when she thinks nobody can hear.”
“Damian’s angry at everything.”
Finn swallowed hard.
He said all this before.
He said it all last time.
But it was as if his heart couldn’t accept this was real.
This hadn’t happened.
“And I’m just supposed to hold it all together am I?!” he cried through his words.
The wind rustled softly through the trees.
Finn’s shoulders slumped.
His voice dropped to a whisper.
“You weren’t supposed to go first.”
The anger drained out of him completely.
Leaving only grief.
Finn sank down beside the grave.
“I know it wasn’t your fault, and I’m sorry for blaming you”
He pressed his hands against his eyes.
“But I hate you for leaving us... for leaving me”
Footsteps behind him crunched on ground.
He didn’t turn around.
If he closed his eyes he could imagine it was Y/N.
Only for a moment, it was her behind him.
“Finn?”
Rhea’s voice.
Soft.
Concerned.
He exhaled slowly.
They had followed him.
Of course they had.
Dominik approached slowly.
He looked at the grave.
Then at Finn.
“You came here alone?”
Finn shrugged slightly.
Damian stood a few feet away.
Watching him carefully.
Finn rubbed his face.
“I yelled at her.”
Dominik frowned.
“At her grave?”
Finn nodded once.
“Yeah.”
Dominik looked down at the headstone.
Then muttered quietly,
“She probably deserved it.”
Rhea let out a small, tearful laugh.
Finn glanced up at them.
For the first time in weeks—
All four of them were standing there together again.
Around y/n.
Rhea wiped at her eyes.
“I hate this,” she whispered.
Dominik sat down beside Finn.
“Me too.”
Damian finally stepped forward.
He crouched near the grave.
For a long moment no one spoke.
Then Damian said quietly,
“She would be furious if she saw us like this.”
Finn let out a quiet breath.
“Yeah.”
Rhea nodded.
“She’d tell us to stop being dramatic.”
Dominik sniffed.
“She would definitely tell us it’s too cold to be outside.”
That made Finn laugh.
A small one.
But real.
The sound surprised all of them.
Finn looked down at the grave.
“We’re all still a mess, y/n,” he muttered.
“But we’re trying.”
Rhea squeezed his shoulder.
And for the first time since the funeral—
The four of them cried together instead of alone.
Finn’s Fourth Counselling Session
Finn sat slouched in the familiar chair, hands tucked into his lap, eyes scanning the floor.
Dr. Patel folded her hands on her desk.
“Finn, how have you been since our last session?”
“Same as always,” he said flatly. “Nothing’s changed.”
“And the group?” she asked gently. “Are they coping okay?”
“They’re fine,” he said shortly. “All of them. Better than me, apparently.”
Dr. Patel nodded, letting the silence linger.
Dominik, Rhea and Damian had also been assigned to Dr Patel’s care.
Pausing for a moment, she asked carefully,
“Do you ever think about the day y/n passed?”
Finn’s chest tightened.
His hands gripped the arms of the chair.
He hadn’t expected that.
“What about it?” he muttered, voice low, almost dismissive.
“I mean… about the words you said to her. When she was on life support. Rhea told me what you said.”
Finn froze.
A dull ache hit his chest.
“You mean when I told her it was okay to go?” he said harshly.
“Yes,” Dr. Patel said softly.
“Do you remember what you felt in that moment?”
Finn’s jaw clenched.
“Of course I remember. I didn’t mean it!”
“Didn’t you?” she prompted.
He shook his head violently.
“NO!.... well yes I did mean it…but I didn’t mean it! I—she—God Sake”
His voice rose sharply.
His chair creaked as he leaned forward.
“I was holding her hand, and I wanted her to stay! I wanted her to stay more than anything! But… but part of me… part of me… wanted her to go. Just to end the pain for her… for all of us. I wanted to end her suffering but I didn’t want her to go! I… I…”
The words broke him. His shoulders shook as he buried his face in his hands.
Dr. Patel leaned forward, silent, letting him work through the storm inside him.
She pushed the box of tissues towards the broken man.
Finn slammed a fist onto the arm of the chair, grabbing the box and launching it at the wall.
“Fuck off... JUST FUCK OFF! AGHH”
He jumped up abruptly, chair tipping slightly behind him.
“I’m done here!” he shouted.
“That’s okay” Dr Patel responded.
Without another word, he stormed out, the office door slamming behind him.
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Finn ran through the familiar path to the cemetery. His breathing was harsh and ragged.
Y/n headstone came into view.
He stopped a few feet away, fists clenched.
He dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands clenched the grass and dirt beside the stone.
“Why did you leave me!” he shouted.
The wind carried his words away. He slammed a fist into the ground beside the grave.
“I didn’t mean what I said... I just didn’t want you to suffer baby... i just”
He pressed both hands to his face, chest rising and falling violently.
The grief was a storm inside him: anger, frustration, helplessness, love, guilt, all tangled together.
“I needed you to stay,” he whispered, voice trembling.
“I didn’t want you to go… y/n, I… I didn’t want you to go!”
He punched the dirt again.
“Why did it have to be like this?!”
His hands shook.
He knew, logically, it wasn’t her fault.
The accident wasn’t her choice.
And yet…
He couldn’t stop the tears.
The sobs broke through.
After a long moment, he lowered his head to the ground. His fists fell slack.
“I know it’s not your fault,” he whispered again. “But damn it, y/n…”
The emptiness stretched around him.
Then, the familiar soft footsteps on the ground once again.
Rhea, Dominik, and Damian had driven out to find him after a phone call from the doctor.
Finn didn’t move.
He Didn’t speak.
They came to stand beside him, each letting him have the space to release everything.
Rhea touched his shoulder lightly. “We’re here,” she whispered.
Dominik knelt beside him.
“It’s okay, Finn. It’s okay to let it out.”
Damian’s voice was low, rough. “We feel it too. Together.”
Finn let the tears flow freely now, the weight of the counsellor’s questions, the guilt from the hospital, the anger, and the helplessness finally spilling out.
He looked up at them through his tears. “I… I just…”
Rhea leaned forward and gently hugged him.
Dominik and Damian joined her.
And for the first time since y/n had died, Finn didn’t try to hold anything back.
They were all broken...
GROUP COUNSELLING
The room smelled faintly of coffee and fresh klenex tissues.
Dr. Patel sat in the usual chair, but this time the space felt… different.
Finn froze for a moment in the hallway as Rhea, Dominik, and Damian shuffled into the small office.
Finn followed last, hands stuffed in his pockets.
He sat on the edge of his chair, leaning back slightly, arms crossed.
“Today,” she said, “I’d like all of you to come together to talk”
The others began speaking almost immediately.
Rhea’s voice trembled. She talked about missing y/n. About the little things — how she still smelled like strawberries, how she laughed too loud at her own jokes, how she always stole Finn’s protein shakes.
Dominik sniffled, voice small. He told the group about moments he’d replayed in his head — times he wished he had said something different.
Damian’s voice was low but shaking. He spoke about anger, about wanting to protect everyone, about the frustration of not being able to do anything.
Finn listened.
Really listened.
He stayed quiet. Arms crossed. Jaw tight.
He felt something strange rising — not sadness, not grief. Not exactly.
Confusion. Anger. A little frustration at how messy everyone’s emotions were.
He clenched his fists under his arms, watching them unravel.
It wasn’t resentment. Not at all.
It was… disbelief.
At the same time, a small, bitter smile tugged at his mouth.
He imagined y/n sitting here beside him. Rolling her eyes at all of them. Shaking her head.
“Oh, you would have hated this y/n” he thought.
Dr. Patel finally noticed his silence.
“Finn, would you like to share how you feel?”
He looked up.
He blinked.
A small laugh escaped him.
A dry, humourless laugh, but still.
Y/N would have hated all this emotional counselling even more than me, he thought.
“I… don’t really know where to start,” he said.
Dr. Patel leaned forward slightly. “Perhaps just say what you’re feeling.”
Finn shook his head.
The others glanced at him, worry etched into their faces.
“I’m… fine,” he said finally, but his voice carried more than he intended. “Well, actually, I’m not fine. But seeing all of you… talking… It, it helps.”
He let the words hang in the air.
He felt a small weight lift.
Because even though he wasn’t ready to spill everything.
Even though he still wanted to argue with the world about y/n being gone, he was there.
And somehow, for the first time, being there felt like enough.
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The cemetery was quiet, it was late afternoon when Finn had decided to visit.
Something in that group Counselling Session had helped.
But he still felt like it wasn’t real.
She wasn’t really gone.
There was still something he had to do.
Finn walked slowly across the grass, the bottle of tequila in his hand swinging slightly with each step.
He stopped in front of Y/N headstone.
Her name carved in stone. Simple, permanent.
He rested the bottle on the edge of the grave.
“For you,” he muttered, almost under his breath.
He uncapped it. The scent of tequila made his chest tighten.
They used to argue about shots.
“Too strong,” she’d say.
“Not strong enough,” he’d tease.
Finn took a swig. The burn hit his throat like a reminder. Sharp, honest, unavoidable.
He shook the bottle slightly and poured a little onto the stone.
The liquid soaked into the engraved letters.
“y/n,” he muttered, voice low. “I can’t… I can’t do this without you.”
Something twisted in his chest.
Anger.
Not at her.
At the unfairness.
At the world.
He slammed the bottle against the side of the grave. Tequila sloshed over, soaking the colourful flowers someone had left nearby.
“You weren’t supposed to leave like this” he whispered.
The wind rustled the trees. Leaves fluttered across the grass.
He kicked up the dirt beside the grave. His fists fell at his sides, weak and exhausted.
“I hate that I’m here without you.”
His voice cracked.
The tequila-stained stone glimmered in the late afternoon sun.
Finn sank to his knees beside the grave. His hands shook.
He buried his face in them, letting the anger, grief, and frustration spill over.
After what felt like forever, his voice dropped to a whisper.
“I know it wasn’t your fault,” he muttered.
His chest heaved. Tears ran down his face.
“And I’m sorry I’m not strong enough.”
He swiped at the dirt and tears, trying to steady himself.
Then he heard footsteps.
Rhea. Dominik. Damian.
They had chosen to follow him, as they always did, even when he didn’t say anything.
They knew he needed them, even if he didn’t say it.
They approached slowly, silently, and then just stood around him.
Finn looked up.
Their faces mirrored his own exhaustion. Their grief. Their love for her.
Dom held a bunch of yellow carnations in his hands.
‘She would hate these too, but its better than Lilies’ he smiled, placing them on top of Y/N grave.
Finn exhaled slowly.
Rhea knelt beside him, tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Dominik’s hand landed lightly on Finn’s shoulder. “Me too.”
Damian crouched a few steps away, jaw tight.
Finn’s devastation ebbed away, leaving only raw, aching grief.
He picked up the tequila bottle and held it out.
“To y/n” he said quietly.
Rhea, Dominik, and Damian each took turns raising a hand.
“To y/n” they echoed.
Finn poured the rest of the bottle over the grave, careful this time.
The liquid soaked into the stone without triggering the anger he’d felt before.
He let the silence stretch.
Finally, Finn leaned back slightly, exhausted.
“She’d hate all this,” he muttered, a tiny, broken smile tugging at his lips.
Rhea laughed quietly through her tears. “She absolutely would.”
And for the first time since the accident, they were all there together.
Crying, laughing, remembering, loving.
“She’d defiantly tell you that you’re wasting perfectly good tequila” Damian chuckled.
The grief was still there, heavy and raw.
But for the first time, Finn didn’t feel alone.
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That Night, for the first time in months, they all slept in one bed.
Their bed.
It felt empty.
But it felt warm.
Finns exhausted body finally crashed out as he fell into a deep slumber.
His mind beginning to run away with him.
That night, he dreamt.
He was back in the gym.
The weights clinked softly as someone racked a bar behind him.
Music played quietly from the speaker in the corner.
Everything felt normal.
Finn wiped chalk from his hands and turned around.
Y/N was standing by the whiteboard.
She was writing something.
For a second Finn didn’t react.
Because this looked exactly like every other training day.
“Hey,” she said casually without turning around.
“Your squat form still sucks.”
Finn snorted.
“It absolutely does not.”
She stepped aside proudly.
On the board she had written a new number beside her name.
Finn frowned.
“That’s not possible.”
She grinned.
“You’re just mad I beat you again.”
Finn walked toward her.
Something felt strange.
Not wrong.
Just… distant.
“y/n?” he said slowly.
She tilted her head, turning to face him.
“Yeah?”
His chest tightened.
“You’re dead.”
The words felt heavy in the air.
Y/n smile softened.
“I know.”
Finn stopped walking.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
He reached out a hand towards her but she backed away from him.
“Sorry my love, no touch.” She shrugged smiling.
Then Finn asked quietly,
“Why are you here?”
Y/N shrugged slightly.
“Maybe you needed to see me.”
Finn rubbed a hand across his face.
“I miss you.” He said softly.
She stepped closer.
He swore in that moment he could feel the heat from her body.
“I know.” She said softly.
He swallowed.
“You really messed everything up.”
Y/N laughed softly.
“Yeah… sorry about that.”
The familiar sound made his chest ache.
Finn looked at her.
“You’d be proud of them.”
“Of course I would.”
She gestured toward him.
“And you.”
Finn shook his head.
“I’m barely holding it together.”
Y/N smiled.
“You always did underestimate yourself.”
The gym lights flickered slightly.
Finn felt the dream slipping.
“Wait,” he said quickly.
Y/N was already stepping back.
“You’ll be okay,” she said softly.
He woke up.
The room was dark.
But for the first time in months,
Finn was smiling through tears..
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Today was the day.
Their gym smelled the same.
Rubber flooring.
Metal weights.
Chalk dust.
Finn stood by the squat rack.
Dominik stretched nearby.
Rhea was adjusting the bench.
Damian leaned against the wall watching them.
No one had spoken yet.
Finally Dominik broke the silence.
“This feels weird.”
Finn nodded.
“Yeah.”
Rhea glanced at the whiteboard.
The message Finn had written months ago was still there.
For y/n — Still undefeated
Rhea smiled softly.
“She’d hate that.”
Damian crossed his arms.
“She absolutely would.”
Dominik grabbed a barbell.
“Alright.”
He clapped his hands together.
“Let’s do this before we all start crying again.”
Finn chuckled quietly.
Rhea stepped up to the rack.
“Spot me?”
Finn moved into position behind her.
“Always.”
She lifted the bar.
The sound of weights clinking echoed through the room.
For a moment everyone froze.
Because the noise triggered a memory.
Y/N laughing.
Y/N shouting encouragement.
Y/n arguing about form.
Finn exhaled slowly.
“Alright,” he said.
“Next set.”
The workout continued.
And for the first time since she died—
The gym didn’t feel empty.
It felt like she was part of it.
In a different way.
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Y/N stood in the doorway and watched Finn sitting on the couch.
He hadn’t moved in hours.
The room looked the same as always, but everything felt… dimmer somehow.
“Finn,” she said softly.
He didn’t hear her.
Of course he didn’t.
She wasn’t really there.
She tried to step closer but the distance between them never seemed to shrink.
Rhea was asleep against his shoulder. Dominik had curled up on the floor with the same blanket as before. Damian stood by the window pretending he wasn’t watching them.
Y/N smiled sadly.
“You’re still taking care of them,” she murmured.
Finn rubbed his tear stained eyes.
And y/n wished more than anything that she could tell him it was okay, she was okay.
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Y/N sat on the kitchen counter now.
The sensation was strange, it didn’t feel like sitting anymore.
Finn was in the room.
He was washing dishes that didn’t really need washing.
Over and over.
Dominik sat at the table staring at his phone like he expected a message that would never come.
Rhea had fallen asleep on the couch again.
Damian stood by the window.
Watching the street.
Always watching.
Y/N rested her chin in her hands.
“You’re all a mess,” she murmured fondly.
No one reacted.
Of course they didn’t.
She looked at Finn.
The strong one.
The one who always held everything together.
And right now he looked like he was barely standing.
Her smile faded.
“I didn’t mean to leave you like this.”
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ONE YEAR LATER
The apartment was full of laughter again.
Not as loud as it used to be.
But it was there.
Dominik was arguing with Damian about something ridiculous.
Rhea was cooking.
Finn leaned against the counter watching them.
For a moment he smiled.
Y/n stood in the doorway.
She watched them quietly.
They looked different now.
Sadder.
Stronger.
Closer.
A strange warmth filled her chest.
“They’re going to be okay,” she whispered.
Finn suddenly looked toward the doorway.
For a brief moment, his eyes lingered where she stood.
Like he almost sensed something.
To her it felt like his eyes were locked on hers.
Y/n smiled softly.
“Goodbye, Finn.”
The apartment light flickered as Dominik walked past.
A cool breeze flowed through him, leaving goose bumps prickled across his skin.
And when Finn looked back—
The doorway was empty.
The Irishman looked down to his hands, spinning the joint wedding ring on his finger.
Please take a moment to read - This fan fiction follows the trauma, grief and healing of the characters following the death of (Y/N) Reader - Female
WARNINGS - MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH OF (READER Y/N), ANGST, GRIEF, HEALING, POLY RELATIONSHIP, EMOTIONAL HURT/COMFORT, CAR ACCIDENT, HEAVY DRINKING, TRAUMA, CAR ACCIDENT
This story in no way glorifies death, I myself am very accepting around the knowledge that death is inevitable, i find cemeteries peaceful and I have a healthy morbid curiosity (if that's the right phrase?) around death and what happens next.
During my toughest mental health days i found fictions like this actually really helpful, they really grounded me to understand how final death was.
Please DO NOT READ if you are sensitive to this topic.
This story came to me while listening to -Don't Let her by Walker Hayes
A World Without You - Part 1
-------FLASHBACK ---------
Late Summer evening.
Rhea, Dominik, Damian, Finn and Y/and lounged on the apartment balcony.
Dominik had challenged Y/N to a rematch but as usual was losing horribly at cards.
“This game is rigged,” he muttered.
Y/N leaned back in her chair, laughing. “You say that every time you lose.”
“Because I lose every time!”
Rhea using the opportunity stole one of Finn’s fries while he wasn’t looking.
Damian caught her immediately, “Really subtle” he laughed.
“Shut up.” She said, placing the chip in her mouth.
Y/N reached across the table and stole Finn’s drink while he was distracted.
He raised an eyebrow.
“You know...if anything ever happened to me,” Y/N said, half joking, “Finn would absolutely lose his mind.”
“Lass... you literally have your own.”
“Yes but yours tastes better.”
“We have the exact same thing.” He questioned.
Y/N grinned.
“Yours is still better” she giggled, taking a sip.
Dominik groaned as he lost another round.
“This is bullying.”
Finn leaned back in his chair, watching the chaos around him.
Four people talking over each other.
Laughing.
Arguing.
Y/N right in the middle of it all.
For a moment he thought:
This is it.
This ridiculous, messy group of people.
This was home.
Finn scoffed. “You’re very confident.”
She smiled softly.
“No.”
Then she reached over and squeezed his hand.
“I just know you.”
TWO WEEKS AGO
Rain dotted the windshield as Y/N drove down the quiet road.
The wipers squeaked back and forth in a slow rhythm.
She hummed along to the music playing softly through the speakers, one hand tapping the steering wheel.
Her phone buzzed in the cup holder.
She glanced down briefly while waiting at a red light.
Two messages, one from Dominik;
“Did you get snacks?”
Y/N smiled.
Of course he had texted about food.
One message from Finn,
“Ignore the Brat, we have plenty of snacks. Drive safe love. See you soon”
The light turned green.
She pulled forward, still smiling.
Her thoughts drifted to the apartment.
Finn and Damian would happily pretend not to be worried but we all knew that until every one of us was home and safe those two would never fully relax.
Rhea would have music playing too loud in the kitchen while she prepares all the ingredients for a night of baking. She and Y/N had both agreed to attempt the double chocolate stuffed cookies they had seen on a re-run of an old cooking show that was often left playing on TV all day while the group enjoyed time off from work.
Y/N laughed softly to herself, she was so excited to spend the evening with her lovers. The world couldn’t be more perfect right now.
Headlights suddenly flooded the intersection.
Too fast.
Way too fast.
Y/N smile faded.
The last thing she thought was simple and instinctive:
Oh...
Then everything went white.
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An hour had passed since they had last heard from Y/N.
“Must be traffic out on the junction?” Damian questioned, looking over to Rhea who was sat on the couch with Dominiks head in her lap. She often played with his long hair when she got nervous.
Finn’s phone rang.
He almost ignored it at first glance, fully expecting it to be someone from WWE creative.
They had been pressuring them all for some time about wanting to discuss the upcoming matches at Wrestlemania.
But something about the unfamiliar number made him answer.
“Hello?”
There was a pause.
“Hello, am I talking to Finn Balor?”
“Yes.” He said, both concerned and irritated by the late night call.
Another pause.
The voice on the other end sounded careful.
“Hi Finn, my name is Doctor Jameson, I am calling from St. Mary’s Hospital.”
Finn felt a strange chill crawl up his spine.
“I’m sorry,” Finn questioned the man. “Who are you?” it was as if his brain couldn’t process what was happening.
The room suddenly felt too quiet.
Rhea looked up from the couch.
Damian stood, closing in on Finn.
Dominik frowned, sitting up.
Finn listened.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t react.
When the call ended he lowered the phone slowly.
Everyone was staring at him.
Rhea spoke up first. “Finn?” she asked softly, her voice breaking in attempt.
He opened his mouth.
But the words felt wrong.
Impossible.
“She’s…” His voice faltered.
Finn swallowed hard.
“There was an accident”
The silence that followed felt like the world had stopped turning.
Dominik shook his head immediately.
“what... what do you mean...?”
Damian just stared absently at the Irish man.
Rhea’s hands started shaking.
Finn just sat there.
Still holding the phone.
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The hospital room gleamed in the artificial yellow lights plastered across the ceiling.
It smelled faintly of antiseptic as countless machines beeped steadily, a cold rhythm that felt louder than it should.
Y/N lay in the hospital bed, tubes and monitors attached to her entire body, breathing apparatus making her chest rise and fall with mechanical precision.
Both her legs were broken and now in full plaster casts, her neck supported in a brace. The harsh white plaster cemented to her skin made her look small, weak, everything they knew she could never be.
She was still beautiful, fragile, impossible to touch without remembering how alive she had been.
The days of her laughter filling their home, the endless cuddles and kisses on the sofa between them all.
Damian stood, powerless. He was the one who could fix anything, he was the one who protected them all. But there was nothing he could do right now, and that destroyed his soul.
Finn sat close to her, holding her hand gently. His other hand rested on the edge of the bed, his knuckles were white. He held on tight, hoping that he could go back in time and do the whole evening over again.
If she had stayed home, if she had never gotten into that car.
Hindsight is truly a wonderful thing, but it has no power to change the past in the way we want it too.
Rhea knelt beside him, holding Y/N other hand, tears sliding down her face silently. Dominik and Damian stood at the sides of the bed, each placing a hand on her legs as if their presence could somehow anchor her to the world.
They didn’t say much. Any words that came to mind in this moment felt pointless.
The quiet togetherness was enough.
Finn’s chest tightened with every beep.
Every mechanical breath Y/N was forced to make.
Rhea sniffled. “I need a minute, I, I just, I need...” she whispered, glancing at Dominik.
The young lad reached over taking Rheas hand as he stood to his feet.
“I think we could all do with a coffee?” Damian said softly, putting his hand on Finns Shoulder.
“You guys go,” he said gently, voice breaking slightly. “I’ve got her.”
Slowly, one by one, the three of them made their way out of the room, lingering for a moment before letting themselves out.
Finn was left alone.
The door clicked softly behind them.
All he could hear now was the hum of the machines and the steady, artificial rhythm of her breathing.
The muffled sounds of Rheas now uncontrollable cries filled the hospital hallway.
Finn pressed his forehead to her hand. “Y/N…” he whispered.
A sob caught in his throat. He swallowed it down, trying to hold it back. His heartbeat aching with every pulse, it felt as if his body was betraying him. How could be so... functional? How could his heart, his head, the whole world even! How could it all keep going when Y/N was slipping away.
“Y/N...I… I need you to stay,” he said, voice trembling.
“But… if you need to go… it’s okay, Y/N. If you need to go, you can go.”
He didn’t move his hand.
His thumb brushed lightly over hers, feeling her cold fingertips brush against his.
Her hand tightened every so slightly around his, just for a second.
That one split second of her acknowledging her prince.
The monitors began to beep faster. Alarms rang sharply.
Finn held her hand tighter. “It’s okay, Y/N. You can… go.” His voice broke on every syllable.
He didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean a single word.
Her last seconds with him, and he was lying to her.
And then, that artificial breath, the breath that had been steady, so fake and forced for so long... it slowly faded.
The monitors flat lined.
Finn’s knees buckled, but he stayed there, clutching her hand, his chest heaving with inconsolable breaths.
He didn’t cry yet.
He couldn’t.
Not fully.
He was too angry, too raw, too shattered.
He whispered over and over in that small, empty room:
“I need you… I didn’t mean it, don’t want you to go… y/n…”
And then, finally, alone, the tears came.
“I don’t want you to be in pain anymore, but i want to be selfish” his tears stained his cheeks, relentless and forceful with every word.
“we cant do this without you... I can’t do this without you.”
His voice dropped to the silence of a mouse’s whisper.
“I don’t want to be in a world without you”
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The wind tugged at the edges of Finn’s coat as he stood at the front of the small crowd.
He hadn’t realised how cold it was until the service started, but now it felt like it had seeped into his bones.
Someone was speaking. The priest, probably.
Finn couldn’t remember a single word.
All he could see was the coffin.
It was pale wood, polished until it almost shone in the grey daylight. Too clean. Too small. Finn stared at it like if he looked long enough something about it would make sense.
It didn’t.
A quiet sob broke beside him.
Rhea tried to stifle her cries with the back of her hand, her shoulders shaking despite the effort.
Finn felt her lean into him slightly, her fingers curling into the sleeve of his coat like she needed something solid to hold onto.
To her, this was all to real and yet all to made up.
This wasn’t happening.
It couldn’t be happening.
But it was.
Finn didn’t move.
Not because he didn’t want to comfort her. He just… couldn’t. His body felt locked in place, like if he shifted even a little everything inside him might collapse.
On Rhea’s other side, Damian stood rigid.
His jaw was tight enough that Finn could see the muscle twitching. Arms folded across his chest, his fingers digging into his pristine white sleeves like he was trying to hold something back.
Anger.
Finn knew that look. Damian had been carrying it since the hospital.
Behind them, the frosted grass crunched.
Dominik shifted his weight again, restless and uncomfortable in a black suit that clearly wasn’t his. Finn didn’t have to turn to know the kid’s eyes were red.
Dominik had cried the entire drive here.
Finn still hadn’t cried once that day.
As if he had switched off his emotions.
The priest’s voice paused, then continued.
Something about love.
Something about loss.
Finn’s mind drifted somewhere else entirely.
Y/N laughing in the kitchen at three in the morning.
Y/N stealing his hoodie and insisting it was hers now.
Y/N sprawled across all four of them on the couch like she belonged everywhere at once.
Each of them taking turns in offering undeniable love fuelled kisses to their girl.
His chest tightened.
He remembered the way she used to tuck her cold hands into his pockets in winter.
She hated the cold.
A gust of wind blew across the cemetery.
It was to cold for her to be out here, it was to cold for her not to be at home with them all. Wrapped up warm and tight in their embrace.
It was too cold for her not to have her coat, Finn thought to himself.
Silly really, she didn’t need it now.
But it’s all his mind could think about.
He could only close his eyes and imagine her face, peaceful and content, wrapped up safely in his arms.
But she was dead.
She was being lowered into the cold ground.
Instinctively, Finn’s hand twitched toward his coat pocket before he caught himself.
The realisation hit him so suddenly it felt like being punched.
She would never do that again.
He would never kiss her soft lips, feel her gentle soul light up a room.
The coffin slowly disappeared beneath the edge of the grave, swallowed up by the dirt in the ground.
It was all to much, all to real, all to fast.
The sound of dirt hitting wood echoed through the silence.
A dull, hollow thud.
Dominik made a small choking sound behind them.
Rhea squeezed Finn’s sleeve harder.
Another thud.
Damian swore under his breath, quiet but venomous, like he was furious at the world for letting this happen.
Damian was a religious man before.
Before Y/N was taken.
Why wouldn’t God let her stay.
Damian’s heart raced in a flurry of devastated anger, everything was broken and he couldn’t fix it.
Another thud echoed the air space around them.
The dirt continuing to pile on top of the coffin.
Finn still couldn’t move.
And for the first time since the accident, Finn felt something inside him crack.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just a quiet fracture, deep in his chest.
When the service ended, people drifted away in soft murmurs and sympathetic glances.
Finn barely noticed them.
He couldn’t leave, none of them could.
It was cold, but they were meant to go home? Without Y/N.
Eventually the cemetery grew quiet.
Time passed and the evening drew in.
Only the four of them remained.
Rhea wiped at her eyes, though tears were still slipping down her cheeks. She tried to straighten her posture, trying to look strong the way she always did.
Damian stared down at the fresh earth like he wanted to punch the ground open.
He would have torn the world apart to bring Y/N back to life.
Dominik stood a few feet back, arms wrapped around himself, looking younger than Rhea had ever seen him.
Dominik often turned to Y/N for comfort when life got to overwhelming, her cuddles could soften the war going on inside his head.
But she couldn’t do that anymore.
He had to fight this battle alone.
No one spoke.
For a long moment, the wind was the only sound.
Finn finally stepped forward.
He crouched beside the grave and rested his hand on the cold dirt.
His throat burned.
“She hated lilies,” he said quietly.
The others looked at him.
Finn nodded toward the flowers piled around the grave, left by the others who had attended.
“She said they smelled like hospitals.”
For a second no one reacted.
Then Dominik let out a shaky laugh that immediately turned into another sob.
Rhea covered her mouth.
Even Damian’s expression faltered.
Finn kept his hand on the earth.
It still didn’t feel real.
Not really.
Because some stubborn part of him still expected to hear her voice behind them, complaining about the cold or making a joke at the worst possible moment.
But the cemetery stayed silent.
And for the first time since the accident, Finn understood something he hadn’t wanted to accept.
The space beside them would always be empty now.
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The night was cruel, it had crept in bringing darkness across the city.
The four of them had reluctantly left the cemetery to return home.
But it didn’t feel like home at all.
Y/N hadn’t left with them.
They had left her behind.
It was too cold outside, Finn thought to himself. She shouldn’t be out there alone.
She should be at home.
Everything felt wrong, broken and wrong.
Hours had passed.
No one had said a word to one another.
The house had gone quiet hours ago.
Rhea had cried herself to sleep on the couch.
Dominik was asleep on the floor beside her, still clutching the blanket he’d taken from Y/N room.
Damian sat at the kitchen table with a full glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched. His eyes stared down the label on the bottle.
Upstairs Finn stood in the doorway to their shared bedroom.
He hadn’t turned the light on.
It didn’t feel right, the darkness kept everything hidden.
The photos on the wall, Y/N makeup bag and clothes in random piles on the floor.
All hidden in the darkness.
It all felt unfair.
Moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating the room just enough to see his feet in front of him.
His feet edged him into the room, fractions of a step, one after another.
Her jacket was still hanging on the bedpost.
Her phone charger still plugged into the wall, next to the bedside table.
Her favourite book open on the side, a bookmark halfway through.
Finn stepped inside, slowly.
She would never finish that story.
Everything smelled faintly like her perfume.
That was the moment his composure cracked.
Because their bedroom made it look like she was just out somewhere.
Like she would walk back in any minute complaining about something stupid.
Finn sat on the edge of the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight.
He stared at the floor for a long time.
Then quietly said:
“Y/N?”
The word came out broken.
Like he hated himself for hoping.
Begging for her reply.
Every ounce of him desperate for her to appear in the doorway.
Her smile gazing down on him, eyebrow raised in tow.
He dreamed of her making some stupid remark about him being over dramatic, about pulling himself together.
But the silence answered him.
Finn bent forward, elbows on his knees.
His shoulders started shaking.
And for the first time since the accident—
Finn cried.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just quiet, helpless grief in the dark.
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The house was empty for the first time in days.
Rhea had dragged Dominik out for groceries and Damian had gone with them after an unconvincing statement about “getting some fresh air.”
Finn hadn’t gone though.
He told them he had things to do.
The truth was, he just didn’t want to leave the house.
He stood in the doorway of their home gym.
The room looked exactly the same.
Rubber flooring.
The squat rack.
The bench press.
The faint smell of metal and chalk still hung in the air.
Y/N loved this room.
Finn stepped inside slowly.
His footsteps echoed softly.
The whiteboard on the wall caught his attention immediately.
It was still covered in writing.
Their handwriting.
PR BOARD
Bench Press
Deadlift
Squat
Y/N name sat beside most of them in messy marker.
A small doodle of a crown beside the deadlift record.
Finn stared at it for a long time.
He remembered the day she drew it.
“I’m the queen of deadlifts now,” she had declared proudly.
Finn had rolled his eyes.
“You beat me by five pounds.”
“A win is a win.”
The memory hit him like a punch.
Finn grabbed a dumbbell from the rack.
Twenty kilos.
His hand tightened around the handle.
His jaw clenched.
The room suddenly felt too quiet.
Too empty.
“Why...” he muttered.
His voice sounded rough.
“How could you do this to me.”
The words tasted bitter.
Y/N name stared back at him in bright marker.
Like proof she had existed here.
Like proof she should still be here.
Something ugly twisted inside his chest.
Before he really thought about it—
Finn hurled the dumbbell.
The mirror across the wall exploded with a deafening crash.
Glass shattered across the floor.
Finn stood there breathing hard.
His chest rising and falling.
The silence afterward rang in his ears.
Fragments of his reflection stared back at him from the broken mirror.
He barely recognised the man looking back.
Finn ran a hand over his face.
Then his eyes landed on the small mini fridge in the corner.
Y/N used to keep protein shakes in there.
Energy drinks.
Sometimes stupid health snacks she forced him to try.
Finn walked over and yanked it open.
A single bottle of whiskey sat inside now.
Damian’s.
Finn stared at it for a second.
Then grabbed it.
He twisted the cap off and took a long, relentless chug of it.
The burn hit his throat immediately.
Good.
He drank again.
And again.
Eventually he slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, amongst the broken glass.
The shards crunched under his shoes.
The whiteboard was still visible from where he sat.
Y/N name written over and over.
Finn laughed.
It came out wrong.
Broken.
“You’re supposed to be here,” he muttered to the empty room.
His voice cracked slightly.
“We were supposed to beat those numbers.”
He lifted the whiskey bottle again.
His hand trembled.
“You promised you’d beat my squat record.”
The room stayed silent.
Finn lowered his head.
For a long time he didn’t move.
Then quietly—
Almost too quietly to hear—
Finn whispered silently
“y/n… I don’t know how to do this without you.”
Moments later Dominik pushed the gym door open.
They had returned home, concerned that Finn was nowhere to be found.
“Finn?”
Dominik saw the mirror.
He saw the dumbbell.
He saw Finn sitting on the floor with the whiskey bottle.
Glass surrounding the Irishman.
And Dominik quietly said,
“Oh… Finn…”
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Finn’s First Counselling Session
Finn sat in the chair across from the counsellor’s desk.
The office was quiet.
Soft lighting.
Plants.
A box of tissues sitting neatly on the table.
Finn stared at it for a moment.
Like it was an accusation.
The counsellor smiled gently.
“I’m Dr. Patel.”
Finn nodded once.
“I know.”
The WWE management team had emailed him nine times over the last 2 weeks about the mandatory sessions.
Rhea, Damian and Dominik had started theirs almost immediately, but Finn had held off.
What was the point.
Dr. Patel folded her hands calmly.
“How are you feeling today, Finn?”
Finn blinked slowly.
The question hung in the air.
He leaned back slightly in the chair.
“How do you want me to answer that?”
Dr. Patel didn’t react.
“However you feel is honest.”
Finn looked away.
Out the window.
Cars passing on the street.
Normal life.
People moving around like nothing had happened.
How could the world just move on, when the most important person in it was missing.
“She’s still dead,” he said flatly.
The words sounded harsh in the quiet office.
Dr. Patel nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
Finn let out a quiet breath through his nose.
“So I’m about the same as yesterday.”
Silence stretched between them.
Not uncomfortable.
Just heavy.
Dr. Patel spoke carefully.
“Sometimes when people lose someone important, they experience anger.”
Finn let out a short laugh.
“Sometimes?”
That was the first real emotion in his voice.
He rubbed a hand over his face.
“This whole thing feels stupid.”
Dr. Patel tilted her head slightly.
“What part feels stupid?”
Finn gestured vaguely around the room.
“Talking about it.”
His jaw tightened.
“None of this changes anything.”
The words came out sharper now.
“She’s still not coming back.”
Dr. Patel watched him quietly.
“That’s true.”
Finn frowned slightly.
He had expected pushback.
Advice.
Something.
Instead she just let the statement exist.
Dr. Patel leaned forward slightly.
“You’re right, Finn. Nothing we talk about here will bring Y/N back.”
Finn blinked.
That wasn’t the answer he expected.
“So what’s the point then?”
His voice sounded tired now.
Not angry.
Just exhausted.
Dr. Patel spoke gently.
“The point isn’t bringing her back.”
She paused.
“It’s helping you survive losing her.”
Finn looked down at his hands.
For a long moment he didn’t say anything.
Then quietly muttered,
“Not sure that’s something I can do...”
Dr. Patel nodded.
“That’s okay.”
Finn looked up slightly.
“For now, For today” she said calmly, “we can just sit here.”
MINORS DIN – You have been warned, this is an 18+ Fan Fiction ONLY
READER X JUDGMENT DAY (OG) – POLY FICTION
RHEA RIPLEY X DAMIAN PRIEST X FINN BALOR X DOMINIK MYSTERIO X READER (Y/N) – (READER FEMALE)
WARNING – DOMINANT KINK, SMUT, ANGST, BRAT KINK, DOMINANT VS BRAT, CONSENTUAL BDSM STYLR, DRINKING etc –
(Basically a full on drunken BDSM night fuelled with angst and smut)
FYI – Please Forgive me… I am a little tipsy while writing this, but once it popped into my head I ran away with the idea!
Brats be Warned
The sound of Rhea’s wedged heel boots clicked across the hallway floor as she made her way into the living room. Her tight black skinny jeans and ribboned corset hugged her figure in every way it needed to.
From upstairs, the muffled sounds of continuous yelps echoed its way down the hall following behind her. Rhea tutted under her breath and smirked at a the sadistic groans warming her core. She fully enjoyed the pleasure her tight jeans were offering as they grinded along her centre with each step, fighting the urge from the devil on her shoulder to skip the night ahead and join in the torment upstairs.
While herself, Damian and Finn were certainly the dominant ones over Dominik and y/n, it was very clear that it was the Irishman, who was in charge of punishment when one of them stepped out of line.
Although Rhea often dealt with Dominik herself, not out of favouritism, oh no, not at all. It just always felt right. Besides, the demon inside of Finn seemed to relish in the delivery of discipline when it came to the two younger members of their group relationship. Especially Y/N.
Rhea thought back to the time Y/N had returned home to surprise the group after having her tongue pierced, Rhea herself had thought she looked fucking hot, Dominik had remarked how he couldn’t wait to feel her tongue bar slide down his cock that night.
However, Finn and Damian, well they both demanded to know why Y/N hadn’t asked for permission before getting it done. Oh, how she had enjoyed that night, Dominik and Rhea had stripped off and fucked hard that night on the base of their double king size bed. Dom had taken her from behind while Rhea had thoroughly enjoyed watching Y/N be pinned down across Damian’s knee, Finn’s dominance delivering a forceful spanking to her tight ass. Every yelp of pain and bliss had Rhea shaking, driving her ever closer to the edge.
Entering the living room she looked over to see Dominik and Damian, who were casually scrolling on their phones as they lounged close together on the leather sofa. Both fully dressed and awaiting the others. Dominik was wearing his loose black jeans and a large black over shirt while Damian had chosen his light blue jeans, black t-shirt and his fitted dark grey blazer. They were usually the first to be ready and had both gotten use to having a quiet period in each others company while waiting for the other three.
Rhea smiled as she looked two of her boys up and down, seeing them dressed out of ring gear for a change made all the difference. It was rare they got to spend a night out together, even if it was a WWE work event, they would always make the most of it.
Turning on the spot she began tussling her hair in the mirror, admiring her reflection. Leaning into her own gaze she steadied her hand, gliding the black lipstick along her lower lip. Each line traced along the perfect curve her lips offered as she smacked the deep tone together, accentuating her smile.
“Looking gorgeous as ever Mami” Dominik admired her, grinning from ear to ear as he leant forward onto his knees, rubbing his hands together. His grin was plastered across his face as his eyes were firmly locked on the tight figure her corset was showing off. Rhea was truly drop dead beautiful, stunningly tall and as muscular as a god hand crafted and sent down from the heavens. The boys all knew it, the boys all loved it, but most importantly, they boys all loved to ride it.
Damian leant over from where he was sitting, offering a playful smack to the top of Dom’s arm as he laughed, “Down muchacho, don’t get yourself all worked up before we go out…” He smirked, winking over to Dom who at this point was getting a little hot under the collar.
“Owww, Aye! What I do?” Dom snapped back, rubbing his arm from the soft sting Damian had left behind, “What, I can’t even look now?!” He rolled his eyes and shrugged back into the sofa.
“Aye! Watch your tone lad!” Finn stated as he turned the corner into the room, brushing past Rhea and glaring over at Dominik. Finn was dressed in a fitted white shirt with his top buttons undone, dark black fitted trousers, his silver belt buckle glistening in the light as he adjusted it. He Looked over to Damian who raised an eyebrow and leant back into his seat.
The room was silent and tense, Finn crossed the living room over to Dominik in less than a few steps, his hands braced either side of the young boy’s lap as he leant down into his face, their lips were only inches apart.
“Behave lad… I’m not playing with you Brats tonight” Finn Warned as Dom fidgeted on the spot, attempting to adjust his seat so he could avoid the Irish man’s dark glare.
“Y/N been over my knee tonight already…. you wanna be next?” He stated, holding his stare firmly. Dom shook his head, looking down at his hands in his lap.
Finn, releasing his stare rose back to his feet and ran his hand around his belt, fixing his shirt in place.
Damian looked up from his phone and over to Dom who was yet to settle back into a comfortable position on the couch having been scolded. He smiled and watched as Finn left the room before moving closer to Dom and wrapping his arm around the young lads shoulders, pulling him into a warm embrace. Dom melted at his touch and nestled into the comfort as Damian placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, rubbing his shoulder and trying not to laugh.
“I swear Dom, you and y/n are your own worst enemies at times” Damian said, looking back at his phone, “Oh jeez, we are gonna be late! Come on you lot!” He removed his arm from around Dominik and stood up as Rhea made her way into the hall.
“Y/N! Come on babe! We gotta go!” she shouted up the stairs while taking her leather jacket off the banister and sliding onto one arm, then the other.
“Come on…” Finn said as Y/N made her way down the steps, he was only a few inches behind her, with his hand brushing off her hip.
Grouped together in the hallway Rhea and Damian checked off everything they needed to bring, from keys and wallets to jackets and coats, while Y/N and Dominik now stood next to each other.
With their hands hanging down by their sides Dominik took the opportunity to lock his pinkie finger on hers as their lovers hurriedly sorted through the essentials for tonight. He was fully aware of the rules laid out ahead of them tonight, while Y/N, well she wasn’t so inclined to follow them, and he knew it.
A dark shadow cast over them as Finn stepped in front, his dominating figure was hard for Y/N to be put in her place by as she couldn’t help but admire his ab lines through his shirt.
His tense muscular frame pushing through a rather tight fitted shirt.
His darkened stare cradled by a well kept beard she long to choke out between her thighs until he was the one pleading for her forgiveness, just once he would beg for her permission to take a breath.
Y/N thighs grazed against one another as the Irish man stared the pair of them down. Fantasizing the ideas that danced around her mind, a heated shiver danced up along her spine. The material from her laced thong teased against her, she was determined to prove a point to him tonight.
It wasn’t revenge, she rather enjoyed the punishment he gave out when she misbehaved. But she certainly had a point to prove, and Finn for once, he was going to be the once to take it on the chin. Quite literally.
It was well known that the five of them were dating, the whole of the WWE had been very supportive, however Finn, Damian and Rhea had been very clear that PDA was off the cards at work. They were very set in their ways about keeping up a certain ‘mysterious image’.
Finn although had wanted to keep their private life just that… Private.
That was his weak spot, that was what Y/N wanted to target.
“Tonight…” Finn stated, staring at both Dom and Y/N in their hallway, “You will behave, you will have one drink, you will stay in sight and…” He took a moment before looking over to Y/N direction and looked her in dead in the eye.
“You will be on your best behaviour….. Understood?” He asked, the pair of them nodded back. Dominik was clearly far more on-board than Y/N.
As Finn turned away from them and headed over to Rhea and Damian, Y/N smiled and turned to Dom.
“Game On...” She smirked, Dom looking slightly confused but ever the obedient type he simply went along with her plan.
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“Can you see them anywhere?” Rhea asked, her voice was panicked as she was rushing back into the bar.
The three of them had lost both of their lovers just over an hour after they had arrived. At the start, after they had made their way around the many individuals there that night they had all taken a seat at a near by booth. Damian had already ordered a round of drinks and Finn had been eager to keep an eye on the younger two, but he himself had been called away by Hunter to chat to one of WWE’s biggest investors. This was when Y/N and Dom had made their move. Sneaking off to the bar for several tequilas and a round of vodka shots before putting their plan into action.... I mean what better way than to attract attention?
Karaoke.
“Priest!” Rhea shouted again, shaking his arms, “Have you found them!?”
“Yep” Damian said, taking a sharp breath as he stood with his arms crossed, staring ahead at the stage.
“Where?!” Rhea’s voice was flustered as she scanned the room in a panic, desperately searching for Dom and Y/N.
“Are they safe!?”
“Define...Safe” Damian paused before answering, laughing at his own comment.
“Priest!” Rhea shouted, as she tuned, staring him down. “Are they in trouble!?”
He took a deep breath,
“From society…. no” then he laughed turning to her, gesturing his head to the stage.
Rhea looked up to see their two Brats waltzing their way to the stage, a little drunk and tipsy, microphones in hand and fully prepared to destroy it on karaoke.
“From Finn… Yes” Damian held out his arm holding Rhea back from getting to the pair of them before they could make this situation even worse.
“Mi Amor, leave them. They made their bed, let them lie in it… besides, this could be quite entertaining” Priest chucked, wrapping his arm around Rhea.
“Besides... tonight will certainly be... Fun” he smiled, kissing her temples.
“Those two….” Rhea laughed as she leaned into Damian, he lent down kissing the top of her head.
“Best text Finn and tell them we found the little devils” Damian laughed, pulling out his phone.
Seconds later Finn came bursting into the Bar, his face was fuelled by anger and a relentless need to drag both Y/N and Dominik into the back of their car and take them home where he could.... deal with them.
Damian and Rhea looked over to where he was stood, but his stare was firmly locked on the stage.
Finns fists were clenched down at his side, his jaw locked tight as his stare was firmly secured on the misbehaving Brats.
Through the speakers the 1975’s song ‘The Sound’ blasted through the room.
Both Dom and Y/N were fully charged by a tequila infused buzz and were gesturing over to the all three of them for every word.
Yet it was one lyric, one sentence that both Y/N and Finns eyes locked for.
‘And we, left things to protect my mental health!!’ Y/N and Dominik sang out loud into the microphone, fully enjoying the mischief they were causing. No second thought to the repercussions it was going to bring that evening.
Finn and Y/N eyes met as that split second hit, those milliseconds between the words, she fully knew Finn would be furious by her next gesture.
But...
Fuck it.
Fuck Finn.
She had the power now.
“You call me when your bored and your playing with Yourself!” She held her hand up as she continued to sing, her palm grazed down her inner thigh, her tongue ran along her lower lip. Biting down she rolled her eyes back, continuing her fantasy from before. Drowning out the demon kings words with her own pleasures.
Rhea and Damian froze on the spot, even they knew the youngsters had crossed a line.
They looked to Finn before Damian dropped his arm from Rheas shoulder.
Time to go.
Time to face the music.
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Back at the house both Dominik and Y/N sat at the end of a double kind sized bed, it had been custom made especially for the five of them.
Tonight, it was the last place Dominik wanted to be. He was nervous, he wasn’t sure what was in store for the two of them.
Y/N though, she didn’t seem worried at all. She almost looked intrigued.
The bedroom door opened softly, the hallway was dark, the bedroom dimly lit.
Finn walked in, barefoot, black trousers tightly grasping onto the bulge situated between his thighs. His white shirt now untucked with every button undone. It flowed softly with each pace as he stood at the edge of the bed, in front of them.
Snapping his fingers, Finn gestured to the doorway, his stare locked onto Y/N, but his words aimed at Dominik.
“Rhea will deal with you” he stated bluntly.
Dom hesitantly rose to his feet, edging his way carefully up and out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
The master bedroom, now only lit by a soft yellow glow from the lamp beside the night stand filled the atmosphere. It was deep, intense and fully charged.
Finn lent down into Y/N face, their lips only millimetres apart. She could feel his hot breath dancing across her skin as his hand wrapped around the back of her neck.
Who would you most like to feature in upcoming FanFictions?
FYI- it will always be y/n, I personally cannot get on with fictions where characters have names 😅
WARNING – Brief mention of sexual desire (PAST TENSE)
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I do not consent to my work being republished or posted on any other site, I obtain full copy write and this work is entirely my own. All ownership of the characters reverts to WWE and the members themselves.
This work is purely fictional.
I have merged all the parts of this story now into one long fiction so when you see this ( -------- ) it means its moving onto the next part of the story.
Lipstick and Lunchables
Years had passed since Summer Slam 2024; those dark days were long since buried in the history books. The newer Judgment Day were still roaming the back halls off the WWE performance center, though their once dominant force was slowly fading away. Current members were breaking apart and heading off into their own story lines, and online fandoms had since moved on to their newest craze.
With Finn Balor heading off to chase the world title, Liv Morgan, Raquel Rodriguez and Roxanne Perez breaking away into their own stories and JD doing whatever it is he does best well…Dom felt alone.
He had arrived at the Monday Night Raw showcase with headphones on, playing ‘David Kushners – Daylight’ at a low volume. Dominik had pulled his hood up over his head, his dark brown mullet loosely tied back behind his shoulders trying his best to hide his broken ambiance from the world. The performance center didn’t feel the same as it used to anymore, once upon a time it fueled his spirit with endless possibility, power taken from the ever drowning out ‘Boos’ from fans and audience members. Those lively and fast paced stories between himself and his father, his mother, even his sister had taken a front row seat for the drama.
Yet now, he felt like an afterthought. Sure, he was holding two titles, but they felt empty. Meaningless even. He never got the opportunity to defend them, never a chance to take center stage in the ring and rebuild the authority he once took standing in the middle of those ropes.
He could understand why his team mates were breaking away, the opportunity they had within their reach was too enticing to resist. He had fully supported Finn chasing after that title once again, why wouldn’t he?
So why did it feel like he was so alone, his once united family, the love and strength he had felt embraced by the original Judgment Day members obliterated anything the newer faction had to offer.
But he had chosen this, he had opted to take the chance and choose the dangerous path in front of him. Not all risks pay off, and this one hadn’t.
The clubhouse felt empty, forgotten and faded now. Looking around the walls and shelves pinned up to the hardback walls, none of it felt real. It was all just a show for the cameras. They barley spent any time at all in this room anymore. Once upon a time the original group had practically lived in the clubhouse. Spending late nights celebrating, drinking, even comforting one another after a hard-fought loss or a painful and injury driven win.
Dom took a sharp breath, throwing his bag onto the couch and collapsed onto the cushioned seat. Rubbing his face in his hands he stared up at the empty corkboard hanging up against the wall. Once upon a time plastered with photographs of them all, of the many wins they had accomplished, the titles they held and genuine family felt trips to tattoo shops, beach days and late-night escapes to local bars and clubs. Now all that was pinned to it, was an interview schedule or upcoming match dates.
He missed that feeling, that warm embrace in Rhea’s arms.
But this is what he had chosen.
“Time to grow up Mysterio” he muttered to himself under his breath.
Standing up to his feet he slapped his hands down on his thighs, wiping his nose with his thumb and index finger he brushed off the tears that welled up in his eyes.
Dominik exited the clubhouse and headed out towards catering, passing other wrestlers who were stretching, preparing for the night ahead. Workmen and crew members brushed past him, fast paced and keeping tight to schedule, they barley took notice of the lad. His hood still pulled up and over his head, his face hung low, avoiding any eye contact with another person.
His music continued to play softly into his ears as he scanned the display cases of cuisine the catering team had offer. Everything any current or aspiring athlete could ever want or need was there to hand, but none of it appealed to him. Even the large bowl of chicken tendies didn’t satisfy his pallet today. He wasn’t feeling himself, but what could he do? Time travel didn’t exist, he wasn’t a magician who could change the actions of his past. He was simply a boy who regretted everything.
Rhea had been working hard in the training gym inside WWE’s performance center. It had surprisingly a lot to offer, considering it wasn’t like the large upscale gyms a lot of the wrestlers were used to. Still, she made it work.
Completing her third and final set of lateral raises she dropped the weights to the ground and turned on the spot, adjusting the air pods in her ears before picking her phone up of the floor next to her.
Skipping through the different song choices, her eyes glanced up to the door of the mini gym as they opened. It was usually always so busy in there, with different wrestlers getting in a quick session or pump before they were due on stage. A chance to accentuate their defined muscular frames for the camera. But it had been empty today, that hadn’t surprised her, most of the other wrestlers on the roster often chose food over a last minuite workout. What did surprise her, was the young lad that joined her inside the training room.
Dominik had walked straight past her without noticing her presence, head down and music on. Completely dissociated from the world around him, taking a seat at the dumbbell station the other side of the room.
Rhea hadn’t given it much thought; the two of them hadn’t spoken in such a long time. She had long since buried the pain he had inflicted on her in the past, moving on from those glory days to chase down new title opportunities.
Since winning the elimination chamber her mind had been fixated on one thing and one thing alone. Beating Jade Cargill. She wanted that title; it was going to be hers.
Sliding her phone into the pocket of her mini gym shorts, Rhea picked up the two weights she had been using off the ground and began taking a slow walk over to the weight rack. Her feet hesitated; she knew she wasn’t afraid of interacting with Dom. She just didn’t know what to say to him.
Did she say hi?
Hello?
How you been?
Fuck you?
Did she take the rare opportunity where he hadn’t noticed her to drop kick him in his stupid face as payback?
The many different options raced through her mind as she got ever closer to Dominik.
All at once she was hit with that familiar scent, that deep and disgraceful aftershave she had used to long for. Restraining herself in the ring once upon a time from biting into his neck while wrapping her legs around his waist, whether the management team from the back had approved or not.
Her heart raced, her mouth went dry, she was only inches away from him now. Taking a deep breath, she muttered to herself,
‘Time to grow up Ripley.’
Dominik looked over his shoulder to the movement from behind him only to see Rhea closing in. His heart raced as he quickly stood and backed away from her, opening up space for Rhea to return the weights she had been using. His palms grew sweaty as he rubbed his hands together, then along his trackie bottoms before pulling his hood down off his head and removing the headphones he had been using to hide away from the world with.
Rhea looked into his eyes briefly before breaking eye contact, she desperately tried to look anywhere else. Seconds passed but it felt like hours, offering a restricted smile and re-wracking the dumbbells she stepped back, brushing the hair from her face. She reached up to remove one of her air pods as well, before returning her eye line back to his.
“Hi...” Dom said, softly.
“Hey” Rhea offered back, slightly uneasy.
Neither of them knew how to proceed, Dom was fighting an internal battle not to pull her in for a long overdue hug, to breath in her addictive scent. To feel that need to belong once more. But he couldn’t, he knew that. Too much had happened, too much damage caused by his own doing.
“How you...” They both said in unison before Rhea broke off her sentence allowing Dom to finish. “Been?” he said, his eyes full of hope, fear and panic.
Rhea nodded her head, looking around the empty gym, almost longing for someone to come in and breakup this mess of an interaction. She ran her hand along the back of her neck, her bicep muscles glinting in the artificial lights running along the ceiling.
“Good... yeah, alright.” She replied, “and, and you?”.
“Yeah... good” He lied, his hand traced across his neckline pulling the hairband from his mullet, he began pulling the ends of his hair through his fingertips.
Rhea pointed to this action, offering a half smile in the process.
“You’re lying” she said, “you always played with your hair, you know, when you were nervous or… trying to hide something.”
Dom released the dead ends from his grasp, almost laughing at the response.
“You always could see right through me” he said, adjusting his composure, looking up from the floor into her eyes.
“Well, Mami knows best” Rhea smirked, raising her shoulders up as he laughed along with her.
For a second it felt so natural, as if time had stood still and history had all but been erased.
Seconds ticked by that felt like hours, time dragged on as the both of them stood in awkward silence.
Rhea broke off from his eye line looking around the gym before moving to return her air pod back into her ear.
“I best, urr, get back too...” She tried to say, stuttering on her words at each attempt to sound like she wasn’t as flustered as she felt.
“Rhea...” Dom reached out his hand towards her without even thinking, his voice sounding frantic and desperate.
She looked back at the young lad, his entire self-seemed so off, so unsure of himself. So lost in a world that was far too big for him. Her heart ached for those old times, but every second that feeling flooded in it was quickly beaten back down by the replay of Summer Slam, the memory of his lips pulling in Liv Morgan. The sheer abandonment she had felt in that ring when he didn’t choose her. After everything they had been through… he didn’t choose her.
That hurt, it still hurt, years later the pain was still there. It felt as real as the day it had happened.
So why did her heart still ache for Dominik, regardless of history, irrelevant of his actions, the love she had for him buried deep inside her, it was still there. Still clinging to life. Clinging on to the hope that it had all been a terrible dream.
It was in that second that Dominik’s belly growled, as if to break the tension between them in some fictional humor only written in stories.
Dom sighed and rolled his eyes, unable to contain the smirk that came across his face as he placed a hand on his stomach.
“Sorry” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “I wasn’t feeling the delights catering had to offer.”
Rhea smiled at him, laughing along and rolling her eyes as she turned to reach for her gym bag. Unzipping it she pulled out a snack sized chicken lunchable and held it out to him.
His face was expressionless, his entire body had gone numb to any brain function that willed him to take his favorite snack from the woman he had once doted on.
“It’s okay Dom” Rhea smiled, holding it out closer to him as she threw her gym bag over her shoulder.
“It’s not poisoned” she remarked, “Besides, while I do enjoy them from time to time… it was always your favorite… consider it a peace offering.” She smiled, gesturing him with her hand to take it from her.
“Dom… It’s okay” Rhea looked into his eyes, smiling.
Dominik reached out taking the snack pack from her, looking down at it, unable to fully comprehend everything that was going on. He kept his head low as his eyes began to fill, his tears betraying him in that moment.
“See ya… Dom Dom” she winked before turning to walk away.
“Wait” his voice was desperate as he looked up to her, his eyes full of a burden he couldn’t quite place as she stopped moving and turned to look back at him.
Her heart ached; she knew something was wrong. Rhea so desperately wanted to drop everything in that second and hold him tight, but the demon on her shoulder wouldn’t give in to the man that had broken her heart and torn apart her soul with his own selfish actions. Instead, she tightened her grip on her gym bag, frozen on the spot in an impossible dilemma.
“Do you think… could we… would you…” He stuttered, rubbing his eyes in a furious manner, despising the relentless tears that wouldn’t rest.
“Do you think we… we could… maybe?” He still struggled get his words out, every syllable felt impossible under her stare. But he couldn’t miss this opportunity.
“Could we… talk?” he said, slightly worried about her response as his body gave in to the weight pressing down on his shoulders.
“You know, whenever your… free?” He looked up to her, his heart beating out of his chest, longing for the past to be the present, just for a second.
Rhea looked him up and down from head to toe, she was unsure if this was a good idea. She wasn’t sure if she could ever really forgive him. But it wasn’t like he was asking anything explicit of her, it was just a chat.
“I’ve got to get my makeup done… for tonight” she said, offering a half smile at him.
Rhea turned her head, motioning for him to follow her as she reached her hand into her bag, taking out a black leather case containing a vast majority of essentials from mascara and eye shadow to eyeliner and foundation. Unzipping the case, she pulled out a small black lipstick and ran it along her perfectly plumped lips. Painting on that dark trademark smile she wore so well.
Dom smiled as he took a step towards her.
“Lipstick and Lunchables then?” he joked, trying to playoff the whole thing.
“Haha, yeah…” She laughed along with him, “Lipstick and Lunchables.”
Making her way out of the gym, Dominik followed close behind.
She thought to herself in that moment, brushing the devil off her shoulder, if this was dangerous territory… why did it feel so good?
I do not consent to my work being republished or posted on any other site, i obtain full copy write and this work is entirely my own. All ownership of the characters reverts to WWE and the members themselves.
This work is purely fictional.
I have merged all the parts of this story now into one long fiction so when you see this ( -------- ) it means its moving onto the next part of the story.
Laundry & Lust
Sunlight slipped in and out through the checkered blue curtains that had been mounted onto the sides of the kitchen window. The warmth of the light held on tightly to the grey tiled floor as it warmed each step I took. A soft and gentle breeze blew in through the curtains greeting in this fine Sunday morning, the kind that asked nothing of no one, but filled you with the desire to take full use of the day ahead.
Outside the house, the air filled with the gentle humming of low leveled lawn mowers trimming down the grass, that fresh smell encaptivating those early risers, out for a stroll in the sunshine.
My head gently bopped to the music from within my headphones as I gripped tightly to a very full basket of dirty washing, slightly heavier than I had first expected it to be but still, I wasn’t a quitter. I had started the job; I would see it through.
Neither Rhea or I had to work today, it was one of those rare days where we both had time off. Time off together, a chance to be away from the public eye and embrace the solidarity of being in our own home.
The world of wrestling was such an amazing thing to be a part of, the chance to live out a childhood dream and tour all around the world, side by side, hand in hand beside the woman I loved with my entire heart and soul.
But over time I had grown to hate the hotel stays, the repetitive decor, the basic bathrooms and weak shower pressures that could barely keep you warm, let alone wash off the sweat from a long day of training. The uncomfortable beds and horrendous carpet pattern designs had me longing for the chance to come home. To be in the house we had bought, in the home we had created together.
Kneeling down in front of the washing machine I emptied out the previous wash onto the floor beside me and began filling it with a new load. Sundays were my favorite days to be at home, a chance to go back to normality and live in the real world. If only for a short time, I made use of every second. I lived and breathed every minuite of the life I had left behind. Sometimes I missed it, the peace and quiet. The serenity of it all, but then again, the exhilarating thrill of being inside the wrestling ring was something I would never give up. Not for anything.
I was completely disengaged from the real world around me, lost in my music and laundry chores I had silenced out life around me. The only thing on my mind right now, was the scent of ‘Winter Berry’ fabric softener and the guitar strokes from Jack Johnson playing throughout my headphones.
Turning the dial on the washing machine to a 40-minute cycle I pressed start before collecting up the wet clothes I had piled next to me on the tiled kitchen floor. I turned on the spot fully planning on making my way over towards the tumble dryer when I screamed in absolute fright and stumbled backwards, dropping almost all the clothes back onto the floor, minus one of Rhea’s black laced thongs that had gotten caught in my fingers.
“Boo!” Rhea said in a dark and husk voice, reaching her arm out to grab around my waist and tighten her grip, preventing my fall.
She smirked and her eyes turned to my hands that had reached out gripping onto her shoulders, black thong still stuck in my grasp.
Rhea chuckled and leaned in, her free hand pulling my headphones off of my ears and her nose nuzzled into my neck, planting a kiss, gently nipping the skin at my neck between her teeth.
“Those were always one of your favorite’s” She growled in my ear before leaning back off me and helping me regain my composure.
“Rhea! Jesus fucking Christ! You scared the shit out of me” I responded, flustered and rosy cheeked from the shock. Untangling her thong from between my fingers I put them on the kitchen worktop and sighed, raising my eyebrows at her.
“I thought you were at the gym?” I asked as she stepped back from me, opening the fridge and taking out a cold bottle of water from the door.
“I was, then I came home. Figured you couldn’t hear me when I called out to you. I came in and saw you in a world of your own… couldn’t help myself” She smiled and shrugged, cracking the lid off the top of the bottle taking a long sip from it. Her lips shone in the sun, such a light pink with faded black tint still lingering from last night’s showcase.
“You always were the screamer” She winked, placing the bottle on the side and stepped forward pinning me up against the worktop. Brushing the hair off my neck she continued to nip at my skin, planting soft kisses as she went on.
My breath caught in my throat for a second, the sexual goddess inside my danced the ecstasy Rhea filled throughout my body. I took a sharp breath as Rhea’s hands glided up my thighs, one hand took a tight hold around my neck while maneuvering my legs apart with the other. Her long nails pulled at the button on my denim shorts, lowering the zip underneath she danced her finger tips across the lace of my panties, longing for access to my core.
“Rhea...” I whimpered, “I’m meant to be doing the washing” I panted, fighting the desire to strip down and fuck my wife in our kitchen.
Rhea smirked and lifted her gaze to lock onto mine.
“Everyone is coming around soon, remember?” I pleaded.
“The lads?” I said softly as her grip tightened around my throat, while her other hand continued to trace the lace clinging tightly to my hips.
“I know…” She replied and leant into my ear; every word felt hot against my skin.
“I didn’t say we weren’t going to finish the laundry” She smiled and her grip around my neck released. Rhea crouched down collecting the wet clothes up from the floor into her arms and smiled at me turning her head to one side. Reaching around me she picked up her thong and twirled it around her fingers, winking an me and licking her lips.
Turning on the spot she made her way over to the tumble dryer and threw the clothes inside before switching the machine on. It hummed against the floor, sending a gentle vibration through the tiles.
Rhea turned and smiled that fiendish grin, making her way back over to me. Leaning in to close the gap between us, her lips stopped only inches from mine and she grinned, Dominant Mami had now fully taken over.
Her hands took a tight hold onto the sides of my shorts and pulled down on them hard, sending them down onto the kitchen floor.
I was frozen, I dare not move not knowing Rhea’s full intentions or plans for us. I simply did as she instructed and stepped out of my shorts. The light breeze from outside came flowing through the window and caught my now bare skin, sending goosebumps across the surface of my legs.
Rhea took a step back and taking hold of my shirt, she pulled it up and over my head before dropping it on the ground next to my discarded shorts.
Running her tounge bar across her teeth she admired the view as I stood only a foot away from her, the matching red laced underwear set she had gifted me on my last birthday hugged tightly to my skin, accentuating every one of my curves.
Stepping to my side Rhea leant in and stook a step forward forcing me to move in unison. As I slowly backed away from her my feet were unsure of where to go, my knees shook in anticipation before I felt my back bump into the tumble dryer that had now paused its cycle.
“Up” Rhea demanded.
I looked at her confused, slightly cautious and a little out of breath. I will mention at this point, this entire scenario with Rhea in the kitchen had caught me so off guard I had forgotten I needed oxygen to live.
Taking a sharp inhale I stuttered out, “W…What?”
“Do as you’re told.” She demanded.
“But Rhea…” I whimpered as I tried to respond but she was quick to raise a finger up to my lips, silencing my voice. Rhea looked me up and down, I felt her eyes wonder across my body, taking in the view. I couldn’t stand to see myself in the mirror, but for Rhea, it was the most beautiful sight in the world.
She took a step forward, placing her hands on my hips and lifted me into the air, resting my bare legs on the cool metal surface behind.
Timed to perfection, the dryer cycle kicked in and it hummed back to life, the vibration flowing through my core caused my breath to hitch.
Rhea noticed, smirking. Of course she noticed.
“That’s what I thought.” She stated, grinning as she leaned forward to close the gap between us. Her hands resting either side of my thighs.
My body tensed at her touch, the stimulation from the dryer pulsing through me as I tried to lift myself up for a second of relief.
“Don’t fight it.” Rhea said, as the machines low hum filled the room, steady and relentless. Her hands now pushing down on my thighs to keep me pinned in place.
My fingers gripped tightly onto the edges of the machine behind me.
Rhea closed the remaining gap between us, our lips now millimeters apart. I tried to keep a straight face, to hide the overwhelming feeling flowing through my veins.
“I love to watch you pretend you’re unaffected” she said softly. “It never lasts” She pressed her lips against mine for a second before turning her head to glance at the clock on the wall. Raising her eyebrows that smirk reappeared on her face.
“We have an hour until the boys get here, better not keep me waiting Y/N” she said lowering herself down onto one knee.
Her hands ran up my thighs, pushing them apart to expose the red lace that was now the only obstacle left for her, while the second tremor rolled through the metal beneath us and my shakey breath stuttered in incomprehensible groans.
Rhea’s thumb traced gently along the now soaked lace and hooked on pulling them to the side as she smiled, drawing her face ever closer.
I do not consent to my work being republished or posted on any other site, i obtain full copy write and this work is entirely my own. All ownership of the characters reverts to WWE and the members themselves.
This work is purely fictional.
I have merged all the parts of this story now into one long fiction so when you see this ( -------- ) it means its moving onto the next part of the story.
WARNING – SMUT, Girl x Girl xMan Threesome, Mami Kink, Daddy Kink, Gagging, Choking, DOM!RHEA, DOM!JEY, SUB!READER, SPANKING, ROUGH SEX, SHOWER SEX ETC – Essentially, it’s a threesome in a shower so take from it what you would expect.
FYI – I don’t tend to include reference to contraception very often, just assume if it isn’t stated the reader is on the pill/implant.
(Music playing in your headphones for this story - *As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife from my chest, I keep searching for something that I never seem to find, but maybe I wont cause I left it all behind* (Music -Hollywood Undead – HEAR ME NOW)
'Sweat on Me'
The music in my headphones blasted through my ear drums, the bass pounding in time with my heartbeat as I entered my third round of sprints on the treadmill. I had just finished on the weights and now my main focus was pushing hard on cardio. Monday night RAW didn’t start for another 6 hours, I got here early to get in a harsh workout. I got the call up from NXT about 4 months ago but If I wasn’t going to better myself, I was never going to escape the mid card section. I needed to be better, to be stronger, to be faster. I needed to be the best.
I had met many of the superstars on the main roster, I was good acquaintances with most of them, but I had never developed any key relationships or friendships. Whether my past relationships held me back from trying to find love again or I was happier with my solitude and harsh work schedule to keep me busy, my main focus these days was training and performing.
My legs were aching, my chest tight and I could feel the sweat dripping down my neck. It was so hot in here, the only other person that I was aware of in the gym with me was Damian Priest. He was a really nice guy, acted more like a big brother around most of us younger girls but he kept to himself when he worked out. I preferred it that way, meant I could focus, though if I ever needed any help he would always be there. He had helped me earlier mind you when I was pushing for a personal best when upping the weight on the bench press, Damian had offered to spot me just in case I struggled. But aside from that he had kept to himself, you could hear his loud music blasting through his headphones as he worked hard on his shoulders.
What I never realized though, was that a couple other wrestlers had also entered the gym too, I guess with my music being so loud, and my focus being locked in I hadn’t paid much notice. I figured aside from Damian, most other top talent arrived for RAW much later.
If I had of known Rhea Ripley and Jey Uso were also inside the gym, warming up and getting ready to train behind me, seemingly admiring me from a short distance I would have probably tried to control my breathing a little better. Maybe focused on not sounding like an exhausted pigeon gasping for breath!
“Damn… girls really going for it!” Jey said suggestively, nudging Rheas shoulder as he admired my figure sprinting away.
“Pretty girl with cute backside and just a touch of innocence…” Rhea grinned as she ran her tounge bar across her teeth, her black lipstick embellished across her perfect lips.
Everyone at WWE and in the locker, room already knew, that ever since Dominik had been the twat bag he was and had broken Rhea’s heart, choosing dumb barbie over the gothic goddess that is Rhea Ripley, Jey had made his move and those two were now together. A lot of them had seen them hook up at after parties, in bars and return to the same hotel room together, occasionally bringing a third party along. Nearly the whole roster had gotten use to them both being the latest ‘IT’ couple, the life of all the parties and anything scandalous was easily kept under wraps by the WWE management team. Though the pair had been warned to reel it in a bit since their latest trip to Las Vegas, Nevada upon which Hunter had been forced to cover an extortionate bill for multiple trashed hotel rooms, a flooded jacuzzi and several empty mini bars. These top talent stars knew how to party, and they did it well.
Aside from a couple small gatherings and after show meet ups to local bars, I hadn’t really pushed myself to go out and mingle. I was solely focused on training to further my career, so you could say that as time had gone on, I was missing my wilder days in NXT where being carefree felt so easy. Risk taking was so natural and one of flings, they were like the relief you get from that itch you just can’t scratch… alone.
“Mami likes?” Jey looked down at Rhea who nodded, locking her eyes onto his, seemingly as if they both knew what the other wanted.
“Work hard, play harder, right?” Rhea looked up at him and winked, scanning her eyes over my frame. Jey’s eyes scanned over my ass, raising his hand to cover his lips as he bit down on the edge of his thumb. He sucked air through his teeth as he lifted one foot on top of the bench and leant down onto his knee whispering into Rhea’s ear, who in turn smirked.
The machine sped up again and so did I, fully zoned into my workout, I hadn’t attempted to reach this speed before but the words from the trainers echoed in my head.
“Y/W/N, you’ve got to be faster, better! Improve your stamina! You won’t get any further unless you push yourself harder! Get comfortable with being uncomfortable!”
I was powering on, even if I felt dizzy, the sweat was building as I pressed on, swinging my arms to the pace of the music. But my headphones cut out.
“Y’all need to take it easy…” Damian’s dark voice came from behind me as I suddenly became aware there were more people in the gym than I had thought, but curiosity got the better of me and I pretended I couldn’t hear them.
Damian stood, reaching for his towel and wiping the sweat from his face exited the room, shaking his head and laughing at the randy pair who seem to have abandoned their warmup to admire a different potential sweat session instead.
Rhea gave a half corner smirk as she winked at Damian while he left. It was very obvious her inner sexual demons had taken over and they were now plotting their next steps. Taking her hand and running it along Jey’s thigh she watched the sweat on my lower back glisten in the artificial gym lights.
“Man, aye uce that girl fine as hell” Jey smirked as he ran his hand down Rheas back, nuzzling his lips against her neck as she squirmed in her seat. Her mini gym shorts began riding up her tattooed thighs as she grinded softly against the weights bench.
I won’t deny hearing their words of praise, of lust and of their desires to fuck me in the showers was equally turning me on as it was getting me through this horrendous cardio session. But I really didn’t know how to deal with this situation either, was I prepared to go down this route? I was so new to the main roster, did I really want to go and start adding bumps to an already difficult mountain I was climbing?
Honestly…. Yeah, I think I did.
“What you sayin Mami? What you thinking baby…” he continued as his hot breath flushed against Rheas ear. She let out a small moan at the sensation, her stomach tightening into a knot as
“I think baby girl needs a shower… I think we ALL …need a shower” Rhea winked and stood pushing Jey down to take a seat on the weights bench, his arms latched on as his hands held tightly to her waist. Rhea perched herself on his thigh, continuing to grind her clit against him. His breath was sharp as their lips locked tightly, each others tounges dancing in unison as Jey let out a few deep primal grows from his chest in desperation to climb on and devour his girlfriend.
Rhea stood, pulling at Jeys shirt so he would follow her.
“Come on baby, after all her hard work she deserves a reward, a surprise?” Rhea’s grin grew as Jey bit down on his lip and looked over to me. I was trying to hard to focus on what I was doing, to not fall off the treadmill, to not let them know I could hear them.
“a hot, wet, soapy surprise” Rheas words planted deep inside Jey’s lust to fuck the pair of us against the shower screen doors and while his legs felt like jelly at the thought, he followed Rhea toward the changing rooms and into the shower block. The pair of them sniggering as they went.
A short moment later, when I was sure they had gone I pressed the emergency stop button on the treadmill and stood, trying to catch my breath. The sweat dripped down from my forehead to the ground below me as I collected myself. I was physically exhausted, mentally wiped and I needed to shower, sleep and get ready for the show later that evening.
Turning around I got off the machine and picked my bag up from the floor beside me. It was there it clicked in my head. I had a decision to make.
I could turn Left, leave the gym and go back to my hotel room. I could shower, nap and get ready for the show.
OR
I could turn right, go into the changing rooms and enter the shower block where I knew Rhea and Jey were waiting for me. Lurking in the shadows in hopes of a surprise soaped up, fuck around threesome.
I paused for a second, my heart still racing.
Seems like my feet made the decision for me.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as a deep voice, fueled with hot breath and sexual desire filled my ears.
“I knew you could hear us…”
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“I knew you could hear us” Rhea’s voice purred across the top of my neck, each hair of mine standing on its end as I attempted to swallow and compose myself in this very moment. Her dark painted fingernails pulled softly at the loose strands of my hair which had fallen from my messy bun during my workout. She toyed with them in her fingers as she ran her tounge bar across her teeth and took in a sharp breath, inhaling my sweaty scent. Each wave of it fueling the ecstasy she lived for.
“Good girls gone wild aye baby” Jey’s voice trailed down my spine, on the opposite side to where Rhea was standing. I was stood, like a deer in the head lights as he reached out with his fingertips and lightly stroked across the top of my arm. My entire body came to life with a wave of goosebumps as I tried to focus but somehow, I was lost in the pleasure of it all.
Lowering his lips to my neck Jey nipped and kissed softly at my skin as Rhea swept away at the loose hair, tucking it behind my ear and in a breathy exchange of words whispered to me, “Breathe baby, breathe.” Lowering her hands she ran her nails up the top of my thigh to the seam of my gym shorts, edging herself closer and closer to my core as Jey’s wandering hands found my lower back, pulling gently at the thin fabric gym shirt, balling it up in his fist and pulling it up and over my head to expose my sports bra underneath.
The remaining sweat glistening across my breasts seemed like such an open invitation to the young man as he took a sharp breath and smirked, biting his lip and grinning at the sight. “God damn” he sucked through his teeth, running his hand through his hair before looking over to meet with Rheas eyes.
She glanced at him before returning her gaze back to me and stepping in front she pushed me back towards the cold locker room wall, closing the gap between us so that only a few millimeters stood between my lips and hers.
“You want this baby girl…. You want to do this y/n?” She said in a stern yet delicious manner, every word that fell from her mouth set alight the sexual goddess within me who had already stripped herself down inside my mind and was bent over ready to be buried into next week. I nodded as I stood in front of her, legs like jelly, breath shaky and pussy soaked close to drowning.
She shook her head and tutted her finger in front of my face, wagging it in a playful and yet dominant manner as Jey appeared behind her, his hands gripped tightly to her waist as he grinned, his teeth flashed a golden smile in the plastic strip lighting before biting down on the inside of her neck, leaving mini bruises in its wake.
“I need words baby girl, use your words for Mami” she said sucking in her breath at the end from Jey’s actions before raising my chin with her index finger and raising my eye line to meet hers.
“What you say?” She paused closing the gap between our lips to less than a millimeter, it was torture. Her hand braced against the wall behind me and the other now gripped tightly to the strap of my sports bra. “You want Mami and Jey to fuck you rough, to fuck you hard, to break that little pussy in and show you just how badly we can make you scream?” Her tounge dripped in demonic power as I felt myself get lost in her eyes, those dark powerful circles had entrapped me forever more.
I nodded again without thinking, then without hesitation Rhea took in a sharp breath, rolling her eyes and grabbing a hand to my shoulder she pulled me back and spun me around, so my face was slammed against the cold wall. Jey tutted through his teeth and dropped to his knees pulling my feet apart and thrusting my mini shorts down to my ankles, exposing my little black lace thong underneath.
He stood and grabbed both my hands holding them above my head as Rhea came up behind me and with a hard heavy slap delivered to my ass cheeks she stood back up and pulled at a hairband at her wrist. I yelped out in pain as she began tying her hair up loosely behind her head before delivering another two hard and heavy smacks to my ass.
“I said I needed words y/n” Rhea stated as she continued with another two heavy smacks to my ass. My skin burned hot and alive, the stinging while painful only fed fuel to the fire burning inside me.
Rhea crouched down to her knees and took a closer look at her work, my skin now painted pink with red tinges her eyes were caught by a couple droplets that had escaped my pussy, trickling their way down my inner thigh.
Smiling her devilish grin she leaned in and ran her tounge from the base of my thigh up to the top, tasting the juice that they had both caused. A loud moan escaped my lips as she did so, my inner goddess now thrusting herself around mimicking being fucked by the pair of them in the hot showers.
Jey’s hand was quick to replace Rheas as his rough and calloused fingers flew through the air and landed an almighty blow to my ass, causing me to yelp out in pain again, only this time the yelp and moan had combined, and my internal filter was now out of control. My behind now bright red with visible handprints begged me to do as I was told.
“Mami asked you a question!” Jey stated firmly, raising his hand and threatening the same action again.
“Yes, Yes, Yes I, I, I do, Yes…. Yes please, I, I want this, please” I stuttered, a mixture of emotions had taken over me as I had become a hot stuttering mess who was wildly turned on and still physically exhausted from the gym.
Rhea rose to her feet as Jey let my hands go and they both stood in front of me smiling as I turned back around, very aware my gym shorts were still locked around my ankles and trying not to trip over them.
“Good girl” Rhea said as she whispered in Jey’s ear and he smiled, winking and blowing me a kiss as he backed away, disappearing around the corner.
Rhea closed in on me placing on foot in between mine to hold down my gym shorts as I stepped out of them and into her grasp.
“Jump baby” She whispered and as I did, she grabbed onto me tight, one hand tightly grasped around my waist and the other holding onto my ass. She nuzzled into my neck and began kissing at my skin, nipping and pulling at my neck as we turned and headed around the corner following behind Jey.
Seconds later Rhea dropped me to the floor and took my hand before reaching out and pushing open the door in front of us as she led me into the open shower block. It was ridiculously hot in there, incredibly steamy and you could barely see more than a foot in front of you. But what I could make out was a dark figure engrossed into the steam in front of us. His masculine frame and outline perfectly encompassed in this poor lighting, offering hinted shadows exactly where it was needed. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the thought of Jey Uso standing naked in front of me.
Stepping forward and slightly more into focus his frame was even more impressive, his tattoos perfectly highlighted his arms and with one arm snaking its way behind my back he lifted me up and led me back into the open shower, closely followed behind by Rhea.
Jey slammed his fist against one of the shower knobs on the wall and spun it around before slowly lowering me t my feet and holding on tight to my hips he began to leave kisses all over my upper body. Moving one hand to my head he pushed my face away from his so I was facing forward and, god damn there she was. Rhea Ripley, now just stood in a black laced bra and panties she slowly stepped towards me, unhooking her bra from behind and letting it fall to the floor. Exposing her tits they gleamed like perfect little white sun kissed orbs, awash with hot steam and bubbles from the shower. Rhea closed the gap in on us and running her hands around my cheeks she pulled me in so our lips could meet.
An ever-deepening kiss ensued , our tounges danced with one another, a hungrier need to taste each other built as I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips. Rhea bit down on my bottom lip each time the kiss broke off for a second before starting again.
Hot water still beat down above us as she locked her fingers in tight and grasped at the watertight sports bra that had sucked itself tight to my chest. In one strong pull she released the tension and dragged it over my head, pulling out my hair brand in the process as threw it all to the wet floor below us.
Our kiss continued once again as Jey was fast to lower himself to his knees, his wandering hands exploring over our wet and naked thighs as his hand embraced his hard cock, beating it up and down as he took in the sight above him. In his mind he could see two naked goddesses making out for his own personal sex show, and he loved every second of it.
One hand still grasped onto his member he knelt up higher and taking a tight hold he bit down hard on one of Rhea’s exposed nipples, toying with the piercing bar in-between his tounge. Her moans bounced from each wall, echoing around us as her nails dug into the back of my hair in a wave of indescribable pleasure. Jey then swapped over to my bare chest, latching his tounge to the inner of my breast and sucked hard, leaving behind dark purple bruises and teeth marks. Like a captain on a ship, he knew exactly where his territory was marked.
Jey paused and reached out his arms, wrapping them around the both of us to lock our passionate make out session in tighter. His fingers gripped on tight to the elasticated band of Rheas laced underwear, tugging at the hem. Jey pulled them down slowly, exposing Rheas of so perfect pussy and went to discard them to the side of the shower floor before Rhea stopped and grabbed his arm, breaking our kiss and crouching down to meet his face. She smirked and took a hand to the back of his neck as they closed the gap themselves, sharing a deep kiss before she winked at him and took her panties from his hand and tossing them to the side herself. Jey then reached up and helped me to shimmy out of my laced thong as well, before the pair of them stood up together, their height towering over me.
Rhea leant down gently pushed my shoulders down, following her guidance I continued until I was on my knees, wiping the water away from my eyes as I stared back up at the pair of them.
“You be a good girl for Mami now” Rhea grinned and ran her tounge across her bottom lip. “You be a good girl and take all of Daddys cock, you can do that for me now cant you baby” Rhea purred as she knelt down to my ear and ran her tounge along the outside of it. My entire body had never felt so alive as I nodded and rose up to a better position.
Jey stood in front of me, his hand firmly grasped around his dick as he ran the water up and down his impressive size. I wasn’t sure if I could take it all, but I knew damn well I would die trying.
Rhea came up behind me, also kneeling and wrapped one hand around my chest as her fingers began playing with my nipple while the other hand snaked its way to my inner core. Her dark painted fingernail ran its way through my wet folds as my heartbeat outside of my chest, the pace growing faster with every inch closer she got until…. Fucking contact.
Rhea ran her fingertip back and forth continuously, beating at my clit, pounding and punishing it as loud heavy moans escaped my lips. I could feel my inner core tightening with every second, her hands like magic as that knot grew tighter inside me. She carried on as Jey took his thumb and prized open my already wide lips, still groaning in pleasure he pushed his cock into my mouth and encompassed with the water from the shower I began to gag on it. That only fueled his power-hungry soul as he began to fuck my mouth, his cock pressing up against my tonsils with every thrust while Rhea bit down on my neck, leaving hot and soapy kisses as her fingers produced magic against my now swollen bud. Every sensation, every movement, every motion was like a fucking sensory overload I felt myself wash away into an uncontrollable sexualized mess.
“Fuck baby, uh uh uh, oh fuck yes, fucking hell baby” Jey moaned through his barely audible gasps before dragging his dick out from the back of my throat. He took a fistful of my hair and dragged me up, spinning me around and throwing me back down so I was on my hands and knees. I struggled to catch my breath as the hot water lashed down above us and I swiped at my hair throwing it over my shoulder so I could see again and take that oh so very important breath. Jey grabbed a hold on my hips and smirked, looking into Rheas eyes as he blew her a kiss.
“You be a good girl for Mami now baby g, you put that mouth to use and eat her out right, Daddy is gonna bust open this pussy until I have you screaming for me” Jey demanded and pushed my head down into Rhea’s crotch. “Are we clear?!”
Rhea grinned and blew a kiss back to him before using both her hands, she grabbed fistfuls of my soaked hair pulling my face in to bury it inside of her pussy. Meanwhile Jey grabbed a tighter hold on my hips and pulled my ass up into the air, not giving a second to consider allowing me to adjust to the sheer size of his dick, he thrust himself inside. His entire cock now buried deep into my pussy as he began to fuck me, hard, rough and without mercy.
The overwhelming pleasure flew through my entire self as his cock filled every inch of my insides, stretching me out and feeding my inner sexual goddess. Jey’s thrusts deepened even harder as I ran my tounge up Rheas perfect pussy, lapping at her folds and began nipping at her clit.
Rhea’s moans were something of pure bliss, just the sound of them could bring you to orgasm as her grip on my hair got tighter and I began sucking hard on her swollen bud. Her moans and groans sent waves of goosebumps across and down my spine as I tasted every ounce of her.
As minutes passed the three of us now matched perfectly in time and pattern as Jey’s reached around my thigh and his fingers pummeled at my clit, continuously back and forth until that knot in my stomach grew so tightly, I thought I was going to explode.
Rhea’s thighs tightened around my head as I was bringing her closer to the edge and Jey’s legs began to shake and his thrusts grew messy as he himself was barley holding on.
Then, like a wave of pure, raw, unimaginable power all three of us reached our peak and summit fever erupted. Jey’s finger tips drove tightly into my ass cheeks as he filled my pussy with his hot, delectable white juices, sloppy minimalized thrusts followed on as he saw himself right through to the very end.
At the same time Rhea and I both saw stars as the knots in our stomach released and the wave of dopamine surged through our blood streams, leaving all three of us in sweaty exhausted piles on the shower floor.
Jey pulled himself back as his cock fell from my pussy and he collapsed onto his ass, one knee up for support as he rested his elbow and stared at the two naked women in front of him.
Rhea pulled herself up to rest on her elbows as I followed suit, resting on my palms and trying to catch my breath.
No one said a word, we each took a moment to pause and take in every feeling, every second of the situation and feed from it. The water still lashing down around us and the steam still filling the air Jey smirked and turned his head to face me.
“So, y/n…” He said, I turned my head to face him, still slightly out of breath.
“This gonna be your new favorite type-a cardio?” He smirked and Rhea snorted, laughing at his remarks.
“Just saying, way more fun than just runnin on a treadmill for hours! Besides, can always get in another workout after Raw?” Jey said smirking as he winked at me.
Rhea turned and faced me, pulling herself to her knees and placing a gentle kiss on my lips, smiling at me as our eyes connected.
MINORS DNI! You have been warned, this is an 18+ Fan Fiction ONLY
READER X JUDGMENT DAY – POLY – Rhea, Damien, Finn, Dominik x READER- Written in first person (Reader Female)
Italic font – flashback, speech or memories
Themes and mentions of DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, LONELINESS, SMUT, ANGST, SADNESS, ALCOHOL etc
I do not consent to my work being republished or posted on any other site, i obtain full copy write and this work is entirely my own. All ownership of the characters reverts to WWE and the members themselves. This work is purely fictional.
I have merged all the parts of this story now into one long fiction so when you see this ( -------- ) it means its moving onto the next part of the story.
Less than a Minute...
The hotel room was quiet, the cheap TV fixed to the wall showing Monday night Raw on a low volume mixed in with the sounds of footsteps in the corridor, each sound filling the hot humid air. Outside the rain lashed down, heavy rainclouds hung low in the night sky blocking out the starlight, yet the full moon powered through, illuminating the streets, reflecting in the puddles that ran along the gutter line.
It was late, most of these anonymous guests rushing around just outside our door would be returning from busy work days to catch up on sleep or be heading out for a fun night on the town. A blissful life for most, a chance to escape their homes and stay in a bed with room service, maids to clean up after you and a reception for any assistance required! I hated it though; it wasn’t my choice but when you are on the road traveling for what felt like 300 days of the year with your partners there isn’t much of an option. A different country every month, a different state every week, Christ a different town every night. I longed for those one-off days where we were all free to do nothing. Something many people take for granted is the ability to do nothing, and I missed it.
Life felt far too chaotic, and despite being in a 5-way Polyamory relationship, I’d never felt so alone. I longed to go home, back to our own little house, we had been away for so long now. I could picture it, the front room shelves filled up high with my collection of books. My own little library I had spent a lifetime building now just collecting dust. The cabinets filled with Dominik’s board games that had bought about so many nights of endless laughter and equally some rather extreme arguments over winners, losers, cheaters and a half empty liquor cabinet that had been drained dry after a game of Scrabble. I still laugh now thinking back to when Rhea would demand the Alexa to define a word, we were sure Dominik had made up. Still, you could always rely on Finn to settle the score with a round of tequila shots and an accidental knock of the board.
“Oh no!” Finn would laugh as he ‘accidently’ kicked the board off and onto the floor.
“The board fell… guess we will have to play something else aye lass” he stated sarcastically, winking at me as he passed over one of the shot glasses.
“I wouldn’t say No to a game of Twister” Damien suggested, raising his eyebrows as he took his shot and ran his fingers down my back. I swear that man would give me goosebumps from the top of my head to the center of my core with just a passing look and that fiendish glint in his eye!
Rhea was quick to move herself over towards us resting her head in my lap, turning her view point to a more favored position. “I’ll second that” she smiled gently kissing the inner of my thigh, my breath was hitched, excited and on edge all at once.
“Well I’m calling it! I won..” Dominik stated with a huff as he began to pick the letter tiles up off the floor. Smirking over at him we each adorned a loveable gleam towards the boy. A little brat at the best and worst of times, but we wouldn’t have changed him for the world.
Moving Rheas head onto Damien’s lap where the two of them began their own little make out session I crawled my way round to Dom, helping collect the remaining tiles off the floor and boxing his board game up.
Smiling into his eye line I whispered ‘Never change who you are Dom Dom, We will always be here and we will always love you”
“What about when they break us up though?” he asked, I could hear the anxiety in his voice, his eyes. “I have to turn on Rhea and…and..”
I held him close, his hands holding tightly to my back and I could hear his gentle muffled cries.
“You’ll never be alone Dom, I love you so much. Even if I’m not always there to hold your hand, ill never be far away” I whispered in his ear.
“Less than a minuite?” he smiled.
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I couldn’t deny how much love I felt for each of them, work life had been tough for the four of them after the WWE had stated they would be splitting the group up to start a new storyline involving the likes of Liv Morgan, JD & Carlito. It didn’t stop the love we had for each other, but it certainly made traveling together difficult! I often reminded them that unlike myself none of them exactly blended into a crowd.
Sitting in the middle of this king size bed I pulled my knees up to my chest, I had stolen Damien’s hoodie and a pair of rhea’s gym shorts in the hopes of being comfortable enough to focus while I studied my textbooks, but alas tonight my mind was elsewhere. I had been studying Law for some time, it had always been such a passion of mine and thankfully no matter where we slept I could bring my books and get my head down while my partners entertained the world. It also came in quite handy when certain members of the group had one too many drinks on a night out and needed some help in escaping the police without legal prosecution. Dominik can tell the world he did hard time in jail all he likes, but it was me that got the little brat released early after a dramatic night with Rhea at his parents’ house on thanksgiving.
The WWE had offered me a position on their legal team once I had passed all my exams, yet that was over a year ago. I had deferred my exam date twice already, I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me but I didn’t feel the love, the passion or the joy I had done surrounding myself in plans for my future dream career, I was starting to worry I had wasted all these years for nothing.
Finn was always the voice of reason; he would often sit and help me revise while Rhea and Dom would shower together after the gym and Damien would take a nap. He was the voice of reason in the group, the glue that held us all together when things got tough. It was Finn that supported us all the most when our relationship went public, none of us had wanted to hide how we felt and the WWE were supportive, but that didn’t stop the online hate. The four of them were use to random strangers throwing insults due to the nature of their job, and thankfully I wasn’t of much interest to the fans. We had done our best to keep me away from the public eye, almost everyone just assumed I was part of the WWE teams supporting the group. There were a few fan speculation pages online who loved to play the guessing game but the majority saw me as nothing, as no one.
Finn always knew when something was wrong, he hadn’t wanted to leave me this evening but I had persuaded them all to go on the promise when they returned we could order in and cuddle up to watch a new release on tv if we connected Damien’s laptop.
“Chicken tenders! Ooh and nuggies?” Dom said, looking around the room in minor disbelief as we all looked at him with smiles. “What?” he asked.
“Really Dom? Chicken tenders, I’d never have guessed that bro. There’s me thinking you’d want Sushi!” Damien stated sarcastically with a smirk as he zipped up his duffel bag.
“Ew, raw fish? Bleugh! That’s gross!” Dom was genuinely disgusted at the idea.
“Hey! Don’t knock Sushi you little squinnie! Just because the rest of us have some foodie culture, your mother should have had you expand your pallet better!” I replied as I walked over and flicked Dom on the head. He was quick to wrestle me up and onto his shoulder, spinning me round onto the bed where he climbed on to pin me down.
“Uh Excuse me! I think you’ll find…Mami! has expanded my pallet just fine hermosa!” He stated, daring his lips closer to mine.
“Oh I bet..” I whispered to him closing the gap between us, our lips aching to touch. “Your pallet has had its fair share of tasting sessions aye Dom Dom”
Before he could respond Damien wrapped his arms around Dominik’s waste pulling him off me and planting him back down to earth, ruffling his hair upon release.
“Alright you two, break it off!” Damien patted Dom on the chest as he tossed over his rucksack from the chair. I bought my chest up leaning back on my hands winking at Dom as he scowled at me with a mix of frustration and cheek.
Rhea walked out from the bathroom with Finn following in tow, slapping Dom on the ass and wrapping her arm around his neck.
“Behave yourself Dom Dom” Rhea said before looking over at me on the bed, “You too Bunny, Brats be warned there will always be consequences.” She laughed and pulled Dom towards the hotel door blowing me a kiss as the two of them headed out to work. Damien followed suit leaning down on the bed to kiss my forehead.
“Te amo, Hermosa” he held the back of my neck touching foreheads before following Rhea and Dom.
“Ill catch up with you three downstairs” Finn said and Damien gave him a thumbs up as he headed out the hotel room door and closed it behind them.
Finn took a seat next to me on the bed as I sat up properly and moved to the edge, adorning one of those fake convincing smiles that had worked so many times before.
“A night of studying then? We won’t be back too late I promise, you can pick the film tonight. I dread another of Rheas slasher films aye. We will be up all night watching the door” Finn said with a gentle nudge to my shoulder. I just nodded, unsure of how to respond. It was strange, I could hide myself in the love and laughter I felt for them all, the never ending flirting and sexual frustration that would build when we were in a room. But a reminder of the real world, of the real life we were living was enough to shatter my dreams back to reality. Every day was blending into one, the repetitive endeavors were tearing my soul apart. Tears began to fill the corners of my eyes as I was quick to stand and rub them away taking a sharp breath. I knew inside I was breaking, I was like a ticking time bomb and I needed to protect them all. Finn leapt up to his feet spin me around and face him.
“Y/N, listen to me lass, you know we all love you. No matter what, no matter how hard it all gets, whether you sit the exams and pass or fail.” Finn held his hands to my face cupping my cheeks.
Finn had suspected something was wrong for a while, he and Rhea had sat down with me before to talk. They knew about my past, the scars I had whilst silver and faded now were a window into a past life I had battled for so long to break free from, always terrified it would find me again. I was like a rabbit in headlights when it all got to much, I would freeze in fear of my mind running away with my sanity. Hence the nickname Bunny.
“I don’t know what is wrong with me..” My voice was fragile, broken.
Finn held me in a close hug, his warm embrace relighting the fire inside my chest, a willing to keep going forward. The serenity was quickly broken by a car horn beeping outside followed by a text alert on Finns phone.
BRAT NO.2 -
“Oi! Save some of her for the rest of us Finn >_< get your ass down here! We’re gonna be late!”
Finn shook his head, “That boy tests my patience to its limit at the best of times, ive a good mind to put him over my knee’
I laughed wiping my eyes with my sleeves “Only if you let me watch”
He smiled and held me close, “I can stay, if that’s what you need?”
I shook my head and released him from the hug, “No. its okay, you go kick ass! I’m gonna jump in the shower and try to get in a quick nap before I crack on with those books, can’t defer the exam forever!”
“We will be back before you know it” Finn said softly
“Less than a minute?” I half smiled
“Less than a minute” He returned the all too familiar phrase. Finn kissed my forehead before getting his bag of the chair and reaching into his pocket to get his phone that had started to ring. He answered the call whilst slumping his bag over his shoulder and nodding his head goodbye to me before heading out the door.
“Dominik, I am telling you now! I swear to god if you don’t…” Finns voice faded out as he continued down the hotel hallway, the door closing behind him.
Taking a deep breath I shook off the heavy emotional cloak weighing me down and headed for the shower.
4 HOURS LATER -
Looking around the rather large hotel room we had booked for the night I came to wonder; anyone would have thought we would have been used to this horrendous decor by now. No matter where we stayed every room felt much the same, whether it was the dismal wall art, low pressure shower heads or dull painted walls that felt like they were closing in. Though I knew the others were not fazed by it, they very rarely spent a lot of time in these rooms, aside from catching up on missed sleep or dancing the devils tango with any sparing energy the four of them would be in the gym or at the WWE training centers for live shows or TV.
Sitting here I couldn’t steady my mind, I felt lost, lonely, empty even. It wasn’t their fault, they showered me in affection, I could want for nothing but more time with them. Yet it wasn’t that either, no amount of time in the arms of Rhea could fix the damage, she was the only woman I could love with the entirety of my heart, but as incredible as she was, even Rhea Bloody Ripley couldn’t fight off the demons inside me.
The deeper I looked the more the world felt wrong. It all felt alien, uneasy, I wondered if it was just me, was I the problem? I checked the time, just after 10pm, they would be back soon enough, why did that bring about such panic, an anxiety drowning my heart, my breathe hitched and I felt it. You just know don’t you, it could have been years, weeks, days, hours or minutes that you had been fighting the voices in your head, the devil on your shoulder, but I was so lost in it all I just wanted to be alone.
Slipping off the bed I pulled on my socks and trainers and headed for the door. Pausing in the doorway I felt my heart sink a little, maybe this was it, maybe I wasn’t what I had promised I would be.
A single tear fell down my cheek as I closed the hotel room door behind me, leaving my phone and keys on the nightstand. I needed to break free, only time would tell how long for, but I needed to feel. I needed to escape the War inside my head and the only way I knew how to do that, was to run.
1 HOUR LATER -
Rhea and Dom walked through the carpark with his arm wrapped around her waist as they headed towards the rental car. It had been a hard night for them and all they wanted was to climb into bed with their girl and sleep. Damien followed just behind the both of them carrying the groups bags. Finn bringing up the rear of the group was locked into his phone, his face filled with concern for their girl who hadn’t responded to a single text all evening. They had received a message from the WWE management team that they could leave early to limit fan interaction ahead of SummerSlam.
Climbing into the rental car Dom, Rhea and Damien waited for Finn.
“Maybe she fell asleep studying?” Dom asked as Finn sat in the back passenger seat.
Rhea had her phone up to her ear listening to a never ending ringing on the other end, Voicemail again. “Bunny? please call me back.” She ended the call and looked up to Damien in the drives seat.
“Priest, Floor it!”
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Reaching the hotel all four of them raced from the car inside, adrenaline fed through them as they reached the hotel room.
Hands shaking Rhea swiped the card multiple times before holding it still long enough to enter. The realization. The Silence. It was deafening.
Damien rushed in to check the bathroom as Finn scrambled around the room with Dom, looking for something, for someone they knew wasn’t there. Rhea stood frozen in the doorway, in silence, her eyes locked in.
“Rhea?” Dom hastily rushed over, hand on her shoulder as he turned to her eye line. There it was, on the bedside table.
Finn edged his way over to the bedside as Damien came back into the room. Hands shaking nervously Finn reached down and picked up Y/N phone and hotel keycard.
They all shared a look between each other, a look of fear and confusion. What were they meant to do now? Where did Y/N go?
“I shouldn’t of left her…” Finn held the phone tightly pacing the same two steps over. “I could see it, I saw it, I shouldn’t of left her…” Finn repeated again.
“Finn?” Dom hesitantly questioned his actions.
Rheas demeanor quickly turned and she slammed her hand against the doorframe and rushed out followed by Finn and Damien desperate to find their girl.
“Dom stay here! In case she comes back!” Damien yelled, he paused in the hall before rushing back to the room and holding Dominick’s face in his hands. “We will find her, I promise, we will all be back before you know it” Damien kissed his forehead before turning and running back out the door.
Dom was frozen on the spot, he couldn’t move, he looked around the room at abandoned study books, half unpacked suitcases and clothing discarded on the floor. He felt smaller than ever before, his heartbeat felt cold, his chest filled with butterflies and his hands cold to touch.
Walking over to the window that stood from floor to ceiling he held his hand to his chest tearing up at the rain lashing down outside .
“Less than a minute?”
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Dominik sat on the edge of the hotel bed; the cheap cotton blend sheets crinkled underneath his jeans as he struggled to stay still. With his eyes held tightly closed he ran his hands up and down his thighs, his knees bouncing up off the floor and his heels tapped nervously against the carpet. His breath hitched and his panic was starting to show.
Taking in a sharp sudden breath he rose to his feet, one hand behind his head he paced the same steps in the room, he had begun to feel every emotion all at once and there was no one around to save him from himself.
Hands still shaking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The thumbprint passcode wouldn’t recognize his hand due to the sweaty palms, so it took a few attempts to type the pin number in correctly.
“Co..Come on, come on, pl…pl..please” his words were distant and far apart, his voice was failing him. He held his phone up against his ear as he struggled to catch his breath.
In that moment his heart skipped a beat, it ran cold, the air in the room felt like the temperature dropped to below zero. There it was, that noise.
The bedside table played an all too familiar tune as it lit up with Y/N phone screen and Dom’s face turned pale, his fear quickly turned to frustration, then to anger.
“FUCK” he threw his phone to the floor, only remembering Y/N had left hers behind. She was often the one he would turn to when his anxiety peaked. With all the changes coming their way in the world of wrestling Dominik has relied heavily on her support to keep his panic attacks at bay. It was increasingly showing how hard it was going to be to turn against the people he loved whole heartedly. Gratefully he had Finn by his side who was also being forced to turn, so Dominik didn’t feel quite so lost or alone in it all.
With his hands still shaking Dominik reached across and grabbed Y/N phone from the side. The screen flashed up with his name and a picture of the two of them together with Rhea from the Christmas just gone. Both himself and Y/N with sweet little reindeer face painted noses and fluffy antlers whilst Rhea had been dressed as a sexy Mrs. Claus.
The WWE had requested a few of the superstars to take part in a Christmas charity photoshoot. Damien and Rhea were dressed as Mr. and Mrs. Claus and Dom Dom, being the little submissive he was had been dressed as Rudolph. Y/N and Finn had joined them briefly in the photo studio in what they had said was support but Rhea was convinced it was for their own entertainment, and it hadn’t taken long for the two of them to be sent packing by the photography team thanks to the wolf whistles and giggling.
When the photographer had finished Damien, Rhea and Dominik had returned to the Judgment Days clubhouse to find Y/N and Finn waiting for their arrival. Finn was dressed as an Elf with a sack of presents over his shoulder, while Y/N was in full matching attire to Dom, painted nose and all.
“Ho Ho Ho” Finn laughed as they entered the room, sending a cheeky wink Damien’s way.
“I think you’ll find…that’s my line Finn” Damien remarked chucking as he made his way over towards the pair of them.
“Aye maybe, but I still need to check that you are on the Nice list before you get to have a rummage in my….sack” raising his eyebrows suggestively Finn bit his bottom lip. Damien now stood in front, towering over he wrapped his hand around Finn’s neck pushing him up against the wall. They paused a moment before Finn dropped the bag and laughed pulling Damien into a deep kiss.
Y/N smirked at the two men as she made her way over to Rhea and Dom who were half distracted watching the boys make out session.
“What about me Mrs. Claus, did I make it on the nice list?” Y/N whispered seductively, running her hand down Rheas arm. Dom mimicked Y/N movements to Rheas opposite arm as he leaned in to nuzzle at her neck. The goosebumps rising across her tattooed skin she took a sharp breath before glancing back at Y/N and pulling Dom away by the scruff of his mullet.
“Naughty list more like, you two brats hold the record” she laughed and lent down to nuzzle into Y/N neck nipping at the skin. In that moment Y/N felt her entire body heat up in an instant, the knot in her stomach tightened as she failed to catch a breath. Smirking at her work Rhea pulled herself away and let Dom go whilst readjusting her outfit. “Now Dasher and Dancer, Smile for Mami” and pulling her phone out she snapped the photo.
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The Rain had set in hard; it had washed away the puddles on roadsides flooding the sidewalks. The clouds hung low engulfing the neighboring streets ahead as the storm began to fully draw in. The moon had disappeared, only on occasion would it shine through as lightening illuminated the silver linings of the cloud break. Damien was driving at pace while Finn scanned the face of every person they flew past as best he could. Deep down inside though he knew, he didn’t need to see her face to recognize the love of their life, for whom had been missing for hours by now.
“She must be freezing” Damien’s voice was soft, broken. “Her coat was still on the hook, how many times..” He gripped the steering wheel tighter in ager as his demeanor changed. “How many times, have I reminded her, to take her god damn coat when she goes out!” he yelled. He wasn’t really angry mind you, he was scared, and Finn knew that. Staring back out the window at the anonymous strangers rushing into taxis or sheltering under bus stops Finn closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself. He knew now wasn’t the time to break, he had always been the strong one, even if he didn’t feel it in that moment, he couldn’t let that show.
The streetlamps were indeed lit, but offered very little sight into the surrounding alleyways. Rhea sat in the back seat of the car chewing at her thumbnail, blankly staring out the window her mind flew at a million miles a minute. Every thought, every fear, every question came to mind but was quickly pushed out by another. Y/N was fine she thought, she was happy when they left, in these last days she had been fine.
How had she not known there was something wrong with Bunny.
Unless she had known?
Had she?
Rhea stopped chewing her nail for a second, eyes widening slightly. It was as if her brain had rebooted and kicked into gear.
“Less than a minute?” Rhea whispered under her breath, a sudden realization hitting before the car horn bought her back to reality as Damien slammed on the breaks sending her and Finn flying into the seatbelt lock.
“¡Absoluto Idiota! ¡Mira a donde vas!” Damien shouted slamming down on the car horn again. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as the car in fronts tyres screeched away throwing back the flooded road surface against their windscreen.
Finn reached over to take Damien’s hand in his, loosening the death grip he had locked in.
“Pull the car over love, lets regroup.” Finn offered kind words as Damien pulled into the layby shutting off the engine and throwing his head back in exhaustion.
“Rhea?” Finn turned to face her in the back, visible tears fell down her face as she gripped the seatbelt locked in tightly across her chest, the anxiety she felt was more obvious than ever as her blank forward stare had fully locked in.
“Rhea? You alright?” Finn asked again looking at her with deep concern, glancing over briefly at Damien who turned to face her as well.
“Rhe?” Damien reached out to give her a gentle shake.
“Less than a minute…” she spoke gently again, in a slightly louder but muffled whisper.
In that moment Rhea’s eyes shot open wide as she scrambled for the seatbelt lock to unclip herself.
“I KNOW WHERE SHE IS” Rhea’s voice shook, each word breathy and panicked as she scrambled herself out of the car throwing the door open and running off into the downpour.
“RHEA!” Finn screamed as he stumbled out of the car whilst opening the door, but she was too far gone.
They two men watched as her silhouette disappeared down the street, her dark attire blending in all too well with the night.
Damien glanced over to the back seat where Rhea’s coat lay in the passenger footwell, he reached over and grabbed it as Finn climbed back into the car, dripping wet from his brief time in the rain.
Holding up the jacket Damien shook his head, “These women and their coats…”
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The silence in the air was deafening, the early morning hours of pre-dawn had bought calm to the city. The streetlamps had almost all gone out, leaving the roads lit only by clouded starlight.
By the time Finn and Damien had returned to the Hotel car park the rain had eased off, now nothing more than a gentle patter on the streets remained.
Pulling the car in and shutting off the engine Damien took a deep breath; he looked over to Finn whose demeanour resembled nothing like his normal self, now only a broken and tired Prince was left. Offering only a half smile, Damien ran his hand around the back of Finns head and down his cheek.
“Rhea will find her. I promise” Damien’s voice was low; the hurt was there but still he composed himself enough to offer support.
Finn took a deep breath, sighing he fell back into the chair unbuckling his seatbelt.
“I never should of left” Finn paused closing his eyes for a moment, “I should have stayed behind”. Finn’s voice was quieter than a church mouse now.
“Prince, look at me” Damien said turning Finn’s face to meet his. “You know this isn’t your fault. It isn’t anyone’s fault… Y/N would never of let you miss RAW. These things they just (*sharp inhale*) it takes time for someone to reach a point that they can’t find a way out. It doesn’t mean she won’t come back; she knows she is loved. Right now, Y/N is lost, and we just have to find a way to reach her.”
Tearing up Finn opened the car door and stepped out taking in a deep breath of the cold night air as he stretched out his arms above his head before letting them swing back down to his sides. Damien followed out quickly behind and met Finn around the other side of the car. Holding out his hand Damien gestured for Finn to take his.
Damien pulled Finn towards him as they began to walk back towards the hotel, his arm wrapped tightly around Finn’s waist.
“I hope Dom’s doing okay” Finn said as they hurried inside and out of the storm residue.
“Mr Martinez, Mr Balor!” The hotel receptionist lept to her feet in a shocked daze as the two men closed the entrance door behind them.
“I’m so sorry you just missed them, but if you hurry, they…”
“Sorry love, missed who?!” Finn interrupted her, letting go of Damien’s hand and rushing toward the desk. “Two girls? Was it our girls?!” He asked.
The receptionist looked at them blankly for a moment, “did you…did you not get the message left for you?” Her face full of panic and her words falling out at such a speed it all became a jumble of confusing jargon.
“I’m so, I’m so sorry I, I thought someone had, someone had spoken to you, you see my manager said to me, he said he tried to call and, he called and...”
Damien stepped up towards Finn slamming his hands on the desk to silence the woman.
“MISSED. WHO.!?” He demanded.
The receptionist took a breath to compose herself followed by a deep gulp, sensing the urgency of the two men in front of her she feared pissing them off any further.
“The ambulance.” She spoke softly, trying her best to remain professional, though her voice still shakey.
“Your, your friend, the one who was upstairs, a Mr. Mysterio?” she looked down to check the booking information on the computer screen. “The maids were umm, they were called to do a, a welfare check. You see we’d had a, a noise complaint and…” Finn cut her off holding up his hand as his head fell and hung down low, he clung to the edge of the reception desk for stability, feeling his legs go numb.
You could have cut the silence with a knife, the air became impossible to breath at this point as both men stood in silence, unable to comprehend the situation they found themselves in.
“Where?...” Damien said, sharp, straight and to the point.
Following one last sharp swallow she checked her note pad and looked up.
“They were taking him to Bernstein University General, it’s just a few blocks d…” But before she could finish, they bolted out the door.
Falling back into her chair the receptionist lent down to the mini fridge under the desk and bought a miniature vodka bottle out, necking the shot in one.
“God I hate the night shift.” She stated to herself.
Rhea stood looking up at the two large doors before her. Every inch of her was frozen, soaked through to the bone from the rain. Make up half run down her cheeks, her skin was cold to the touch, her heart racing as it pounded heavily through her chest. Her whole body trembled as the light drizzle fell through the breeze, ever reminding her of the low temperature.
But she was numb to it all.
Because there she was.
There, she was.
‘Oh Bunny...’ Rhea spoke softly, her voice breaking…cracking even as it drowned in the sadness of it all.
There on the steps of the City’s Library Y/N lay, curled up into a ball, barley dressed for such poor weather and out like a light. Y/N body trembled as well, matching Rhea’s shivers in unison. Her lips tinged a soft baby pink and blue. Her conscious having clearly tapped out from the cold weather and exhaustion.
Approaching her gently Rhea sat down next to Y/N and pulled her into her lap. Rhea clung onto Y/N so tightly as her breathing choked and she began to cry, unable to stop the heartbreak from pouring out of her soul as she quickly realised her jacket was back in the car. Trying to offer any warmth through soaked hugs she held onto her little love, ignoring the fact she herself was also close to being frozen through.
“Trust you Bunny...” Rhea half laughed, trying to hide her broken heart as she sniffed up the rain droplets running down her nose. “You said it so many times, so many times. And we heard you… but we didn’t listen” She readjusted herself having Y/N now in a full cuddled embrace, protecting the pair of them from the persistent showers from above.
“When we are at our saddest, when we are closest to tears, to that heartbreak.” Rhea paused to kiss Y/N head and catch her tear fuelled breath. “It would take less than a few words, less than a hug or someone asking if you are okay…. it would take less than a minute to fall apart.” Rhea couldn’t hold it in anymore, tears cascading down her face.
“So, you should always go somewhere no one can reach you, no one can ask you how you are doing, and no one can ever pry. The rules of the library are a matter-of-fact aye... you clever little brat.” Rhea clung on tight to Y/N unable to stop herself crying.
“I made you a promise Bunny, do you remember?” She asked looking down at Y/N face that was laced in rain droplets and goosebumps. Planting a gentle kiss on her lips Rhea stroked her cheek watching closely as Y/N chest rose and fell with each sleepy breath.
“I said I would never leave you” kissing Y/N forehead she held her close to her chest as the final streetlamp above flickered out revealing the soaked stars in the sky.
“I’m here Bunny, I’ve got you. See? It’s just us, just us and the stars. We have all the time in the world” Rhea gently rocked Y/N in her arms as she looked up to the full moon.
“I Love You, Y/N. For Now, For Forever, For Always. And For Every Minute.”
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04:40am – December 26th, 2023
“Fucking birds…” I muttered to myself as I dragged my feet to the bathroom. I had never been a morning person; I had never been one to leap out of bed at the crack of dawn and seize the day! And I certainly wasn’t the one who suggested we take a family trip out to the middle of nowhere to spend Christmas in the countryside where there were quite literally hundreds, no scratch that bloody thousands of God damn fucking birds singing in every bush, shrub and tree for miles. Not to mention that stupid fucking rooster from the local village farm that thought now was a great time to warm up its voice, clearly preparing itself for a debut at the local karaoke chicken barn.
“Stupid fucking birds cocka-doodl-fucking-dooing at stupid fucking four am in the fucking morning” I ranted quietly as I ran my toothbrush under the sink and started brushing my teeth. I could see my reflection in the mirror, what a sight! My hair looked like someone had dragged me backwards through a hedge to have their way with me, to be fair, that remark wasn’t too far from the truth. I dare not go downstairs for the fear of seeing the mess that needed cleaning up. Between the five of us we had polished off 4 bottles of champagne, half a bottle of vodka, two bottles of red wine and I don’t think I want to recount just how many tequila bombs Finn had magically made appear. And in turn we had all made disappear. Top the night off with a very…. messy? Group jacuzzi dip and hey presto, A hangover from Hell.
I could feel my head lightly spinning as I closed my eyes holding onto the wall for support whilst continuing to clean my teeth. I had become a pro at composing myself the morning after the night before, I knew the drill and how to stop it from getting any worse.
Brush Teeth
Pint of water
Pain killers
Close the door and avoid all human interaction for the foreseeable future
Swear to never drink again
Remind yourself these rules are a load of bollocks, and you never learn.
Christmas day had been incredible and the matching fleecy pyjamas we had all gone to bed in were the cherry on top. I mean they didn’t fully stay on for long… but it was the thought from Dominik that counted. Rhea and I in little candy cane vest top and shorts and the boys each with long legged fleecy trousers and t-shirts also printed with little candy canes. Too sweet for words and apparently far too irresistible to tear off each other.
I peeked my head out the bathroom window and smirked at the sight. Some abandoned pyjama pieces both inside and out the jacuzzi were all that remained out there of a very memorable, but fuzzy night. It was still dark out, but the sun had begun to make an appearance, so a very soft warming glow was ever so slightly lighting the horizon. The countryside really was beautiful in the winter, frosted windowpanes and a festive chill in the air really made it feel like Christmas… Well boxing day now.
As I continued to clean my teeth, I looked back at myself in the mirror pulling my hair into a messy bun.
There it was.
I could see it there… for a moment.
That pain hiding in my eyes.
I could see it.
I could feel it.
I had been running from it for some time now and I had hoped if I just pushed myself, if I focused and didn’t think about it, maybe it would go away. How naive I was to think life was ever that kind. Why was this happening, everything is good, everything was okay. I’m surrounded by love, by compassion, by happiness. This can’t be happening. But it was, it was happening.
The world around me began to fall, the room echoed away, and the bells began to ring. As if nothing existed around but me… and the fear.
I held the sink tightly, balancing the toothbrush between my teeth. “No…No…Come on... Come on” I whispered, gripping the basin tighter and taking a sharp short breath. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, the pace ever growing and the room around closing in. Why was this happening. Why?!
I held back the tears that were threatening their escape and turned the cold tap on, spitting out the toothbrush and flushing my face with the water in attempt to ground myself.
Quickly turning I closed and locked the bathroom door behind me and ever so silently I slid myself down the door frame till I collapsed into a hunched ball on the cold tiled floor.
For an hour I sat there. Alone. In silence. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t move a muscle. I barley even blinked. I didn’t shed a single tear. As if I had dissociated from all reality, I felt as if I didn’t even exist. Did I want to exist?
As quickly as it came, it went. Standing to my feet I quietly unlocked the bathroom door and crept back into the bedroom. Sprawled out across a rather incredibly large king size bed lay a bundle of entangled limbs. Finn lay with one arm hanging off the bed and a Santa hat pushed back across his hair. Dominik’s head tucked up under his arm with one leg wrapped over Rhea’s waist and the other above the duvet. Hidden underneath the mullet was the dark locks of a miss Rhea Ripley whose black lipstick had been smudged down the side of her cheek. Smirking to myself I remembered having her face buried between my thighs under the Christmas tree while the boys played beer pong in the kitchen, unbeknown to them that us girls were sharing a little late ‘Christmas’ gift.
“Quickly!” Rhea said softly under her breath as she laughed taking my hand and sneaking away from the kitchen where Damien, Dominik and Finn had set up the dining table in order to begin a beer pong tournament. Slightly spilling our drinks in the hallway, we snuck our way into the opposing front room and closed the door behind us. The little cottage we had rented was a truly beautiful masterpiece, it stood in a huge field with no nearby neighbours. Exactly the kind of place you would want to escape to when you and your partners live life in the eye of the ever-nosey public view.
Rhea took my champagne glass from me and set it down with hers as well on the wooden unit before turning to face me. An ever so cheeky smile she grinned, showing off that enticing black lipstick and long lashes that had never failed to pull me into her grasp.
Running her right hand through my hair she raised her left hand and reached over trailing her fingers up my bare thighs, I shivered to her touch. Her grip tightened as she took a fistful of my hair and pinned me against the wall opposite a rather stupidly positioned Christmas tree. My breathe hitched in my throat as her lips positioned themselves mere millimetres from the dark red lipstick across mine.
“Hola Bunny….” Rhea spoke oh so softly, leaning across my chest and into my ear as she released her grip in my hair whilst moving my hands to position them above my head.
“Don’t. Move.” She stated and slowly she crouched down removing my shorts before throwing one of my legs over her shoulder and pulled my red laced panties to the side with her other free hand.
“Feliz Navidad” She smirked, winking up at me before rolling the cold stud in her tongue through the folds between my legs and planting a soft gentle kiss on my clit.
“Fuckkkk.” I whimpered, desperately trying to keep my hands above my head as her tounge moved back, ever increasing her speed as she caressed my sensitive bud between her teeth. Moving my leg slightly higher on her shoulder she slid two fingers inside of me and began to pump as her lipstick smeared its way across my wet pussy lips and I felt my legs shiver. Harder. Faster. With no mercy. Rhea was rough, her nails dug into my pale skin and her persistent tounge dug ever deeper, hunting down the orgasm she so desperately wanted across her face. A knot began building inside my stomach as the muscles in my thighs tightened and I shifted my weight onto her before gripping onto the first thing I could reach.
“Fuckk, Fuckk, Rhea... oh godd” I pleaded as my entire body tensed and a part of me panicked at the idea of losing this feeling if I couldn’t find my balance.
Pinning me against the wall with her hands, her face, her entire body weight even she gripped my one lose arm that had fallen from above my head to lock me in position whilst my other free arm had latched itself onto the Christmas tree for dear life, now no longer standing straight in its metal stand. The lights on it flickered on and off as we both shook, unable to hold our positions still.
Rhea pounded into my aching pussy with her fingers as her tounge stud bullied against me, I could feel the sweat begin to drip down my neck and into my cleavage as I panted, and my heart threatened to break from my chest. Rhea gripped my body so tightly tipping me over the edge and the orgasm she had worked so hard for spilled out across her face, ruining what was left of that perfectly placed lipstick liner.
The boys wouldn’t have actually ever known what we were up to if I hadn’t forgotten I wasn’t exactly standing with two feet on the ground. Instead relaxing for a moment, Rhea shifted her weight off me, and I went to move but ended up toppling the Christmas tree over on top of us.
A loud crash echoed through the cottage, along with the familiar sound of smashing baubles (a sound that came with a reminder from when we had once trusted Dom to unwrap the Christmas decorations, I reckon 8/10 of them he had either dropped, stood on, misplaced or knocked off the tree completely) and the fairy lights short circuiting from the plug coming out the wall.
The door flew open and in ran Finn and Dom who didn’t look half as shocked as Damien looked gutted to have missed out.
“Are you okay?!” Finn and Dom said in Unison.
“Where was my invite!?” Damien demanded looking down on a half undressed and slightly exposed me whilst Rhea ran her hand around her lips enjoying what was left from the actions from before and smirking towards the boys before winking at me.
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Damien laid face down into the bed on his chest with his entire body laying ontop of the duvet, I wondered if he had passed out like that or if he just liked showing off his bright green and red stripped ‘Mr Grinch’ pants. Either way, that was one fine ass. The devil on my shoulders first word of thought was to bite down it, mark my territory you could say. But the ever-increasing hangover told me otherwise and the opposing angel buried that idea quickly. Had Damien put me across his knee for misbehaving I wasn’t entirely sure all the alcohol was going to stay down with the impact. Ever tempting as it may have been.
Instead seizing my opportunity, I gently tip toed over to the bedside and climbed over to position myself between Damien and Rhea. Snuggling myself under the duvet and into his embrace he was quick to join me and turn over taking in a deep inhale of my hair, kissing my head and quickly falling back asleep.
I wished we could have paused the clock there. Time could have stood still, and I could have never felt safer than in the arms of the four people who made my heart feel so full. Can’t have it all though can you, secretly I knew that. I knew that this was just the beginning of my downfall. I never would have known how bad it could have gotten.
Who knew when you hit rock bottom, there’s a basement that follows.
The sounds of the hospital filled every inch of the waiting room, the persistent beeps and alarms ringing from every was enough to drive anyone mad.
“For god sake, he was bought in by an ambulance no more than 20 minuite ago?! How can you not know where he is, that’s your job isn’t it!?” Finn slammed his fists down on the enquiry desk as an old miserable nurse stood staring at him.
“As I told your… “ the matron cleared her throat “Partner, we don’t have anyone here under the name Master Dominik Mysterio?”
“Christ, Gutierrez! Not Mysterio… idiota!” Priest shook his head before turning back to a recognisable figure walking towards them from the hallway.
“DOM!” Priest shouted as he grabbed Finn by the shoulder and they both rushed over as Damien grabbed the boy and pulling him into a tight embrace.
“Ow…” Dom whimpered as Finn lept into the hug.
“What the hell happened love!?” Finn pulled back grabbing Dom’s face, checking him over for any sign of injury or illness.
Dom shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, “I uhh, I” but he was interrupted by a doctor that was walking up behind him.
“Panic attack, as I was trying to explain to you Mr. Guiterrez before you demanded to leave ” the doctor looked up at the towering figure of Damien and smiled at the Irish man clinging onto the hand of his patient.
“Are you two his carers?” The doctor questioned
“Something like that…” Damien replied as Finn smirked.
“OI!” Dom said still rubbing the back of his head.
“Paramedics said that the hotel staff had found him unconscious in a hotel room, we believe he has hit his head as he had some concussion symptoms. But he’s refusing treatment, says he has somewhere he needs to be?” The doctor questioned them.
Finn’s phone pinged and pulling it out from his pocket he looked down to a message from Rhea.
“Not somewhere, were trying to find someone! And I’m fine, I don’t need looking after” Dom tried to explain.
“Dom, shh. Listen to the doctor” Damien interjected before Finn tapped him on the shoulder showing him the message from Rhea.
“What is it?” Dom asked trying to peer over Damien’s shoulder, quickly realising he wasn’t exactly tall enough.
“We have to go, Doc we take full responsibility for him, Scouts honour!” Finn stated and took Dom’s hand rushing out the door, Damien followed hastily behind.
“You need to….” The doctor called after them, but it was too late.
“Sign the discharge forms.” He sighed and put the clipboard down on the enquiry desk, raising an eyebrow at the nurse who had been dealing with Finn’s outburst.
“Men…” She stated and turning on her heels she walked off in a huff.
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A familiar voice bought me back to reality, those all to recognisable tears I had only heard once before. They sounded so broken, so heartfelt. It was Rhea. Holding me tightly on the steps of the city library where I had sought out the silent solitude it had always offered. If you cannot speak in the library, then no one could ask me what was wrong.
I had only ever heard her cry with such emotion once, losing her nonna had caused such a devastating blow to her and that pain never truly leaves you. The one time we as humans wished we could turn off that emotional switch and feel nothing at all.
I wish I could have felt nothing in that moment, because how I did feel was not fair to her. It wasn’t fair to any of them. It wasn’t fair to me, but I couldn’t hide that truth. it was how I felt.
I resented her. I hated her. Why was she here. Why had she found me. Why did I have to feel this way.
Throwing myself up and out of her arms I lept into the dark street and stared back at the bewildered face of the woman I had grown to devote myself to. I couldn’t see a way to live my life without her, without any of them. My heart would never truly love anyone again the way the love for them I had, fed into my soul. I depended on them for my survival.
“Bunny please...” Rhea lept to her feet standing just a few feet from me in the road, reaching out her arm, hand outstretched. Her voice breaking from the cold and fear as she went to speak again but I interrupted her. It was as if something inside of me set off the dynamite that tore down the walls I had built up for so long and every last piece of vulnerability drowned the streets around us, refilling the puddles that had saturated the roads.
“NO! STOP! Please Rhea! No, shit no! Why!? Why are you here! Why can’t you understand!? CHRIST. WHY DOESN’T ANYONE UNDERSTAND!” I screamed and ran my hands over my face and through my hair clawing at my neck. I could barely breath, my lungs were on fire, my chest so tight. My entire body was soaked to the bone and frozen. Lips chapped and sense of reality fading fast. The anxiety inside me was fuelling a fire that was quickly spreading out of control.
“I want to…” Rhea tried to reason with me, her voice soft, fragile.
“I want to understand, Y/N please, just, talk to me. We can work this out, you and me. Just us… Look…” She turned her head signalling the space around us.
“It’s just you and me. It’s okay…” She spoke gently taking a step towards me.
That Panic set in.
“Don’t you fucking come near me, don’t you… don’t you fucking come near me!” I screamed. She didn’t deserve this; she had shown me nothing but love. Yet I had no control over it anymore. Like a tornado destroying everything in its path, this storm was out for blood.
“CHRIST, what is wrong with me! What is wrong with this world, what is wrong with this… this fucking, this bullshit! Everyone on it, no one understands. It’s like a prison… I feel, I feel like. Like I can’t breathe!” I grasped at my chest backing further away from her. As if a thousands rubber bands wrapped around my lungs, I was suffocating.
“Talk to me bunny, just talk to me. Whatever it is, we can fix it?” Rhea begged, she tried to reason with me.
I stared at her blankly. I knew this was going to hurt.
Fuck it.
“It’s you.” I said.
Cold.
Blunt.
To the point.
“It’s all of you.” My words were empty. As empty as I felt.
Rhea had nothing, no words. Nothing to say, no way of understanding why it was like this.
I had broken down, I couldn’t hold back the heart ache, the tears, none of it. I was an empty shell of myself, and every emotion poured out with every word.
“Every day. Every day I wake up, every day I wake up and I have to live. I live my life and then I go to sleep. Every day I am surrounded by the love you all give; I am surrounded by the happiness and the joy and the compassion that is gifted in the promise and security of the devotion we have for each other. The smiling faces of people passing by on their way to their boring jobs, their boring families, to pay their shitty boring rent. I stand here now knowing all this, knowing I am privileged to be living a life filled with more love in every second of every day than most people see in a lifetime.” I fell to my knees, unable to bear the weight of the world on my shoulders anymore.
“So why is it that every day when I open my eyes, when I look in the mirror, when that second of silence between a conversation hits, the first thought in my head, is how long is left?” I gritted my teeth, pouring out my heart to the world.
“Is it wrong to hate you, to resent you all so much. I feel such spite. I despise the love you all have for me because selfishly, I know, I know I can’t stop. I can’t kill myself. I can’t kill myself because that wouldn’t be fair. Not to you, not to the boys, not to my family or friends. The most important decision of my life and I don’t even get to make it” I looked up at Rhea with blood shot eyes.
“I don’t want to be unhappy anymore. I don’t want to be here, but I don’t have a reason to feel this way, and I don’t know why I do.”
Rhea threw herself to the floor around me and pulled me in tightly, I felt the bones in my back click and my chest restricted as her grasp tightened around me to the risk of never being able to let go.
No matter what now, she was never letting go.
I didn’t fight her anymore. Id given up fighting it.
Instead, I shielded myself in her embrace. Kissing the top of my head Rhea rested her chin on me, despite both being frozen I could feel her warmth breaking through.
“Y/N...” Rhea gently spoke looking deep into my eyes.
“That’s called being Human. And its shit. Its fucking shit, it’s unfair and its cruel. That’s why you don’t hide this away. You don’t try and fight a war all by yourself. You are more loved than you will ever know bunny! And whether you want it or not, its there. It will always be there, and we will always be here.”
Rhea took her hands around my face and pulled me in, so our foreheads connected.
“Were in this together, you and me. All of us. The boys too. Remember bunny, It’s not for forever. It’s just for now.”
As if something clicked, something unexplainable. Something spiritual in the moment, the world disappeared from around us, every element meant nothing except the two of us. Right there, the most important moment for us in all of time and space.
“You just keep going, for just one more minuite.” Rhea whispered under her breath.
For a moment it felt like time stood still, and the world had fallen silent in the honest truths that had been spoken.
Not for long though, for the sound of silence was broken by screeching tyres. Headlights illuminated our silhouettes and as if from out of nowhere a large rental truck slammed its brakes on coming to a stop.
The car door flew open and out fell Finn, scrambling to his feet he stood up with one hand on the door as his eyes widened, mixed with relief and with fear. His eyes were bloodshot, red and exhausted.
“Y/N?” he sounded shocked.
Rhea turned her head to face him and smile, but that relief on her face quickly changed to confusion.
“Finn? Where’s Damien? Where’s Dom?”
He didn’t answer her. Standing in silence as if he didn’t know how to respond to a question he very well knew the answer to.
I turned my head to face him, looking around for two people who weren’t there.
“Finn?” I looked up at him, trying to hide the worry in my eyes.
Letting out a gentle sigh Finn smiled and turned his back around as the back passenger door to the truck opened slowly as Damien stepped out, gently removing a sleeping Dominik from his lap and resting the boy against the car seat. He leant against the car door smiling at the two of us sitting in the middle of the road.
Rhea turned her head to face me and pulling my viewpoint to hers she looked deep into my eyes.
Rhea Ripley, Damian Priest, Finn Balor, Dominik Mysterio x Reader
(Y/N) - Your Name
Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name
Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher
Rollies/Roly – a hand rolled cigarette
WARNING –
SMUT, GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, PANIC ATTACKS, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING, SMOKING/ CIGARETTES, ANGST, DRAMA, KIDNAPPING/ ABDUCTION
MINORS DNI! You have been warned, this is an 18+ Fan Fiction ONLY
I do not consent to my work being republished or posted on any other site, i obtain full copy write and this work is entirely my own. All ownership of the characters reverts to WWE and the members themselves. This work is purely fictional.
I have merged all the parts of this story now into one long fiction so when you see this ( -------- ) it means its moving onto the next part of the story.
Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure
The crowds’ cheers and chants echoed throughout the stadium, the floors under the feet of the thousands of fans felt like they would give way from the excitement. A completely sold-out arena had been packed full to the brim with carboard cutout signs and fandom shirts as far as the eye could see! From the millionaire front row viewers to the cheapest seats way up in the rafters, to the millions of fans watching from home, everyone had been awaiting this moment! The artificial bright and colorful lights flashed all over as the music blared throughout the stadium. The smoke and fog machines mixed together engulfing the walkway and the surrounding edges of the ring, adding to the already tense atmosphere.
This championship match had reached its peak, Women’s World Champion Dakota Kai vs Y/W/N! I had fought and clawed my way to reach WrestleMania and now I was inches away from becoming the new Women’s World Champion!
Running at each other from the ropes I swung for a clothesline, but Dakota ducked under and with a straight elbow to the face I fell to my knees, my vision blurred, and the blood began to trickle down from my nose. I knew it was broken, but that wasn’t going to stop me.
Besides… I kinda liked the pain. It reminded me of being back home in bed with Rhea, Damien, Finn & Dom. Our rougher nights of pain and pleasure had certainly helped prepare me for this ‘No Disqualification’ championship match tonight!
Grabbing her hands around my face she pulled my hair back and got me into a tight headlock with her arms desperately hoping I would tap out. The ref waving his hand in my face repeatedly asking if I was okay, if I was done, if I wanted to quit.
NEVER.
As my face turned a gentle crimson, and my lips turned a pale blue I gave Dakota a devilish grin and winked at her. Shimmying under her grip to gain back some movement her frustration built ever more.
“What the hell ya bitch?! Tap out! Just tap!” Her grip got tighter with fury. “Why won’t you quit?!”
I moved my head up just enough to get out a few words to her, much to the delight of the WWE management team who knew it was far too late to censor as the live camera feed had picked up each word.
“You’re cute… but Damian… chokes me harder than that in bed.” I turned my eye line to the camera and blew a soft kiss to Damian before throwing myself back and pulling up my legs to kick Dakota off and send her to the opposite side of the ring and into the post. Her anger was almost at boiling point as she saw me trying to recover.
I crawled up to my knees taking in a deep breath and shaking my hands trying to fight the pins and needles and get the oxygen moving through my blood stream again.
Running over at me Dakota lept up at once again wrapping her legs around my face this time and we hit the mat with a loud thump. She locked her legs in tight and pulled me back to get me into an almost perfect submission once again. Her thighs tightened around my head as she held her weight up with her arms screaming at me to tap out. Once more the ref waved his hand in front of my face, but he looked both concerned and surprised as a soft giggle from my lips escaped me.
“THE FUCK?!” Dakota shouted in anger, and she looked under her arm to my face smirking at her.
“Rhea's…thighs…are stronger” I choked out my words knowing full well my lovers out the back would be dying of laughter watching this match. Whilst Hunter at this point would be firing this camera man who was doing his best to pick up every explicit comment that came from the center of this ring.
Dakota was done, she knew this was a no disqualification match. There were no rules! So, letting go of me she kicked out and sent me headfirst into the corner ring post and rose to her feet. Rushing out of the ring Dakota grabbed a chair from under the ring and threw it over the ropes before sliding back in.
Grabbing a handful of my hair she dragged me to my feet, slamming my face into her fist repeatedly as the blood smeared across my cheeks and down her arm. Dazed and lost she threw me over the chair headfirst positioning me with my hands to the mat. She ripped the Judgment Day shirt down from my back exposing my pale skin in the artificial light before unbuckling the belt from her ring gear costume.
Bringing the thick leather belt down across my back the loud slashes echoed throughout, and they were relentless, one after another after another. Then, kicking out the chair from underneath me I fell weakly to the mat with a heavy thud as Dakota once again tried for the pin.
“1…2…” The Crowd chanted.
I kicked out before 3 and pulling my arms up over her head I wrapped myself around her and whispered in her ear and smiling once again.
“Daddy Dom would be proud, but you should get Finn to give you some advice….when it comes to a public spanking” I coughed out catching my breath and planting a soft kiss on her cheek. I dragged the both of us up to our feet before leaping in the air and pulling her face down onto my knees as my back hit the mat and Dakota stumbled back, now half in and out of consciousness.
I looked up over my shoulder to the top rope, it was now or never. The last time I had done a finisher from the top rope I had ended up on the injury bench for 6 months. But this was WRESTLEMANIA BABY! Do or die, Live or Lose! So, I set up the final move, a turnbuckle power bomb into the Y/W/N/ finisher!
Backstage the WWE stage management were frantically rushing around as the show headed towards its finishing line. Production crews, lighting technicians, camera men and more bounced off the walls completing one task after another, switching from one feed to the next, sending word to and from the announcement desk where Michael Cole & Pat McAfee were losing themselves in excitement.
“TURNBUCKLE POWER BOMB Y/W/N/F ! TURNBUCKLE POWER BOMB Y/W/N/F! SHE’S OUT, SHE’S OUT!” Michael Cole was stood throwing his arms in the air as Pat McAfee tried to climb onto the desk in front of them.
“HOLY SMOKES COLE! THROUGH THE MAT, SHES GONE THROUGH THE MAT” Pat Screamed down his headset.
“What the….” Cole paused to look up at the sky.
Suddenly, as if on cue the skies above opened and as if to add the cherry to the top of the icing of this glorious display, the rain began to pour down soaking the ring. Lighting illuminated through the sky as the thunder boomed in time with the WrestleMania theme music that was blasting through the arena. Even with the weather not one person could have felt the cold, not one person would have known the temperature had dropped. The heat from this match was powering everyone through!
“Can it be…. Lightening?! Jeez people I don’t know what could possibly happen next, we’ve seen it all tonight, here live at WrestleMania!” Cole added.
“A STORM IS BREWING COLE! DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?! DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION?!” McAfee couldn’t contain himself any longer as Michael Cole held onto his leg keeping him stable.
From backstage Damien, Rhea, Dominik and Finn had all gathered around watching on the monitor. Dominik had Damien’s arm in a tight grasp as Rhea held onto Finn’s hand, all of them watching and waiting to see if their girl could do it. Each of them slightly turned on from their girlfriends’ antics in the ring.
“Go Bunny…GO!” Rhea bit her lip as her eyes fixated on the screen, she ran one hand down her tight black skinny jeans, trying to contain the pulse that was beating out from in between her legs. Dom was quick to slide his hand into her side jean pocket and nuzzle into her neck planting soft kisses and gentle nips to her skin.
“Come on baby girl...” Damien whispered under his breath, palming at his crotch in an effort to keep his hard on at bay ,until he could get Y/N and the rest of the group backstage and into the Judgment Day clubhouse.
Rhea held her breath, unable to gather in any air with nervous anxiety reaching a new high as the monitor feed lite up and they watched Y/N climb to the top rope and send Dakota through the center of the ring.
“PIN HER! PIN HER!’ Finn shouted slamming his hand against the wall behind the monitor making Dom the ever submissive jump. Damien moved to wrap his arms around the young boy kissing the top of his head and rubbing his arm gently, his eyes still firmly locked on the screen.
Dom turned his head for a moment over to the management desk who looked concerned, like something was wrong. He caught Hunters eye for a moment and the look they shared, they both knew, this wasn’t going to end well.
I dragged myself to my feet and stood only a few inches away from Dakota. My entire body was exhausted, that final power bomb had taken Dakota out, she lay motionless in the center of the ring. But at what cost, because here I was, my shoulder was fucked, my knee was fucked, my nose was broken and I could barely see, I could barely stand.
Still, something willed me on, something moved me forward. The crowd screamed and their chants echoed around me, as if they were stood right next to me and also a million miles away.
I tried to collect my thoughts to focus as I moved one foot in front of the other, falling on top of Dakota Kai to get the pin.
“THIS IS IT COLE!” Pat jumped up and down before slipping off the table from the rain residue and onto the arena floor scrambling his way back up to get a glimpse at that final pin. “ THIS IS IT!!”
The entire stadium joined in with that collective…
“1…..2…..Thr”
BLACKOUT.
The Judgment day panicked and scrambling they pushed past the crew and management staff in the dark trying to find their way to the ring.
They knew what they had to do. They had planned for this.
The entire stadium went pitch black. The crowds screamed, young kids cried, and every last piece of music faded out to nothing.
Every tune fell silent.
Every note.
Except one….
An all too familiar piano key played out to the arena as smoke filled the walkway.
A single spotlight illuminated the ring.
‘Urr Cole? What’s happening?” Pat questioned as the two presenters clung to each other like Shaggy and Scooby doo, shaking in fear.
“It’s…The Wyatts.”
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2 WEEKS EARLIER - BEFORE WRESTLEMANIA –
The speakers inside our home gym were so loud it felt like the walls were shaking, Rhea & Finn had spent a long time creating the perfect set up! It was truly a masterpiece of absolute Hell. From weight racks, dumbbells, treadmills, resistance machines and more, this room had caused some serious pain & suffering to us all. In the middle stood a large wrestling ring in which I had spent a lot of time with everyone practicing over and over and over again.
We were two weeks short from WrestleMania, I was nervous, but I had worked so hard to earn my chance at the Women’s World Championship title and neither I nor any of Judgment Day were going to let this opportunity pass me by!
Finn had said I would be training with him today, with the boxing pads in the ring, so I knew I was in for it. I’d made sure to wrap my wrists up tight.
Damian and Rhea had gone out grocery shopping while Finn and I hit our workout hard, we had planned on enjoying a big family BBQ cook out for our last night at our home before we all hit the road. Dom, who had been asked by Damian to clean up the kitchen had completely ignored the request and was upstairs instead gaming. That boy was a glutton for punishment I swear, I’m convinced he secretly likes being put over Damian’s knee. He’s there more often than not after all! Though I came in at a close second with Finn. Although we both knew if we ever overstepped the mark too far it would be Rhea that we would have to answer to. Mami doesn’t like to be tested.
“AGAIN! 1-2. AGAIN 1-2.” Finn shouted as the music continued to blast through the room, he held up the pads with a swift punch followed on from me at each demand.
“AGAIN! 1-2. HARDER, STOP PUSSY FOOTING AROUND Y/N! AGAIN 1-2” Finn shouted again, the sweat dripped down his forehead as he maneuvered his way around the ring shirtless, his footwork light as ever and his manhood bouncing in time to the beat of the stereo. He’d worn those black shorts on purpose I just know it.
“Y/N! FOCUS! 1-2… 1-2-3… 1-2….AGAIN!”
I swear my sweat was sweating at this point, wed been going for what felt like hours. I could barely feel my legs, it was like walking on jelly. My heart pounded, my shoulders were shaking, and my arms felt so weak, yet somehow, I was still going. The determination powering me on.
But that… that bounce. That shape in his shorts. So full and prominent… it was so fucking distracting. It wasn’t just my face that was wet at this point, in between my legs that devilish pulse grew every stronger. My inner thighs were like a slip and slide on a hot summers day as I tried my best to continue training, the room felt like it was 101 degrees and…
SMACK.
Finn went down, shit. Id missed the pad completely and instead of hitting the second-round I had completely taken out our Prince, Our lord and savior, the man I so desperately wanted to spread me out across this mat and destroy me.
I was in for it. I was fucked.
Raising my hand to cover my mouth for a second, I panicked before moving forward to assist Finn, but he had other ideas. Instead, leaning back onto his shoulders he leapt up to his feet and stormed over pushing me into the ropes. Towering over my head he leaned down so I could feel his sweat drip onto my chest as he spat through gritted teeth.
“THE FUCK…. do you think you're playing at lass….” Finn’s eyes looked down on me, as what felt like burning a hole into my soul was also still majorly turning me on.
“I..I..urr…I” I stuttered, unable to fully ground myself in the situation.
Between the music still blaring into the room, my heart beating at an uncontrollable pace and one drop dead gorgeous man looming over head, well I was lost in it all.
Finn launched the boxing pads off his hands in one strong flinging motion before grabbing a fist full of my hair in one hand and my hips in the other. Forcefully he threw me into the corner ring post and as my back collided with the steel pole, Finn followed me over.
His eyes lit up, ablaze in fury.
Swiftly he grabbed one of my legs and tucked it behind the middle rope while taking a fistful of my hair with the other, exposing my neck as i winced at the pain. Only for a moment did i feel a sudden fear pump through my heart, damn that man is fine. Punish away baby i thought to myself... i couldn't dream of anything better than this Irish prince breaking my soul apart with his devilish antics.
“Distractions Y/N…Distractions are expensive.” He muttered sternly under his voice as he lent into my ear.
“Distractions cost titles.” Finn’s breath in my ear sent shivers down my spine. Christ my inner core was melting at the accent that rolled off his Irish tounge. How I would have begged to put that tongue to work in between my legs, i would of choked out the dominant prick and drowned him in my orgasm given half a chance.
Finn ran his hand from my ankle up my leg, his fingers tracing each goosebump that raised on my skin from his touch alone, before stopping at the hem of the mini gym shorts I had borrowed from Rhea. The slogan ‘MAMI’ painted across my backside in bold font was hard to miss.
“Distractions…” Finn’s voice was husky, heavy and deep. Slightly out of breath and yet completely in control.
“Lead to temptations…” He ran his hand over the soaked core in between my legs causing me to tense as his touch, and for just a moment his finger tip brushed off my clit. I swear it was like the devil had sent this man to toy with what was left of my sanity. We had barely begun, and I could have finished on the spot.
Finn leaned back and rested his forehead on mine for a moment before pulling me in, so our lips were millimetres from touching. The sweat on his forehead dripped down onto my cheeks and i felt that warm salted dedication to his workouts cool down the fire he had lit inside me.
“Those temptations...." He paused for a second, "Will be granted" His breath caught at the back of his throat for a moment.
"After you win that title.” With that he released his grip on my hair and stepped away letting go off my leg and turning his back on me. Finn retrieved the boxing pads ready to start training again.
I didn’t move. My body was stuck, it was frozen in the desperation to be fucked in this ring. It had been weeks, weeks since any of them would take me to bed. Christ it didn’t even need to be a bed, I would have let Finn fuck me down the alleyway behind the WWE performance Centre if it had meant I could have gotten some release.
Finn stood glaring at me, “Down, now.” he demanded, locking his eyes onto mine.
I still didn’t move.
I thought to myself for a moment, if I was a brat then he would have to react. Teach me a lesson. Put me in my place?
Taking my leg off the ropes I stood opposite him only a few feet away, initiating the stare down. I was never going to win mind you, but it was fun to press Finn’s buttons. How my inner goddess ached to lay across his lap, to bury that beard between my thighs, to feel his manhood at the back of my throat.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Don’t test me little girl…” Finn’s voice was harsh now, his stare was burning through me and that sexy playful tinge he usually had was gone. I thought, if i acted like a brat, he would have to put me in my place.
A part of me wasn’t so sure this was a good idea, but then again, it was this or back to training, and I knew which workout I would have preferred.
The Naked one.
I stuck to my guns, I didn’t move, I didn’t blink, I didn’t break eye contact.
“Y/N… Raise. Your. Hands” Finn’s words were cold.
I stayed still. The devil on my shoulder was going for it now.
Fuck the prince.
Game on lad.
He took his fighting stance and lifted the pads, still I didn’t move.
“Last Chance…” he warned before throwing a 1-2 punch in my direction, closing the gap between us.
I was quick to raise my fists and defend his every attempt.
1-2, 1-2-3, 1, 1, 1-2, 1, 1-2-3.
It was relentless, I realized then this was how he would punish me. I was never going to get what I wanted. Instead, he was going to force me to fight, otherwise Id of left this training session with bruises from head to toe. And not the fun kinky kind.
He carried on, forcing me around the ring in circles, my breath heaving, music still going as the volume seemed to increase, the sweat now dripping from every inch of my body as his jabs kept coming, and coming, and coming.
Suddenly, the gym door smashed open, and Dominik fell through it tumbling to the floor, closely followed by a rather furious Damian and unimpressed Rhea. Neither had seemed too pleased to come home and find the kitchen still a mess from breakfast while Dom had elected to level up on WWE2K instead.
I turned my head for a split second at the noise and… BAM.
The pain ran through my head like electricity from a lighting bolt. As if reality had come in that moment, silence fell. Slamming down on the mat I grasped at my eye, my vision half blurred and teary as I pulled myself up from my side and onto my knees with my head in my lap.
“OW! THE FUCK!” I shouted in Finn’s direction; he knelt down next to me pulling my hand away and bringing my face into view. He could see the blue bruise forming around my left eye and he smirked.
Dickhead.
I could barely see him properly, but even in silhouette form he was gorgeous. Christ, when will i learn! He may be a complete twat at times who had now just given me a black eye 2 weeks before my big WrestleMania match, but still, he is gorgeous.
“Told ya lass..” Finn chuckled, “Distractions cost titles!” With that he stood up and pulled the pads off his hands before grabbing a towel from the side and throwing it over to me.
Finn leant down wrapping his hands around the middle rope, climbing through he leapt out of the ring. He looked down at Dom who was staring at Damian like a deer in head lights. Chuckling to himself and shaking his head he moved his way past Rhea who was leaning against the door frame and exited the gym.
From the other side of the room Damian now towered over Dom, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt.
“Upstairs. NOW.” His voice was harsh and honestly, I think poor Dom knew he had made a mistake. But I was still jealous, I would have traded spots with him in a heartbeat just so Damian could have broken me apart instead.
Dom scrambled to his feet and sped off upstairs with Damian following close behind him. Rhea laughed and walked over switching off the sound system before heading to a little mini fridge.
She grabbed a quick snap ice pack and wrapped it in a blue paper towel before hopping up onto the side of the ring. Looking up and over to me she tapped the matt of the ring, signalling for me to join her.
I scooted my way over and climbed under the bottom rope taking a seat next to her. Tears still in my eyes and with the Ice pack in hand she held it up to my eye brushing the loose hair away that had escaped my messy bun.
I looked longingly into her eyes, hoping she would see the desperate need I had for her. Not even just in the bedroom, just to be held. I felt tired, broken and now thanks to Finn sore. I was nervous for this upcoming match, I was absolutely terrified truth be told and I needed to feel loved.
Rhea smiled at me before hopping off the ring apron and heading for the door. One hand on the frame she stopped for a moment and looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled.
“Sorry Bunny, rules are rules. No distractions.” Rhea said before closing the gym door behind her.
I don’t know why I felt so hurt in that moment, they weren’t being cruel. It was standard with anyone, 100% focus on the upcoming championship.
Win the belt. Win the belt. Win the belt, become a champion.
Reality bought me back to earth when my phone buzzed on the gym floor, I looked down to where I had discarded it, prior to stepping in the ring with Finn. Tossing it around like it didn’t cost thousands, typical gym behavior.
Jumping down off the apron, I sat on the floor with my back to the ring, I could hear the faint mumbled sounds of Damian upstairs and wondered for a second just how much trouble Dom had gotten himself into. Honestly boy, just load the dishwasher. It isn’t that hard.
Shaking my head and smiling I attempted to unlock my phone screen with facial recognition but the ice pack put a stop to that plan. Instead tugging at the sweat soaked hand wraps I was wearing I managed to get them off and using my Pin I unlocked the screen.
Time Stopped.
It stood still.
Shit.
Two messages.
One from an unknown number, and one from a very well-known number I needed to forget.
KNOWN NUMBER – ‘Nothing makes us as lonely, as our secrets Y/N. You know where to find me…’
UNKNOWN NUMBER – ‘Locker Witnesses’
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Late afternoon had seen the sun burn the remainder of the clouds from the sky, leaving a beautiful blue horizon view from across the backyard. Flocks of birds gathered as they headed over the break line, waving in and out of the smoke coming from our BBQ pit.
I sat, gently rocking my feet back and forth on the chair egg swing we had attached to one of the older grand oak trees in our yard. It was all I had wanted when we moved in, somewhere calm and content where I could just exist. Enjoy my time, enjoy my life, and admire the world around me. Ponder life’s big questions…
‘LOCKER WITNESSES’
I re read that message repeatedly in my mind, who was it from? witnessed what?
I had deleted the other text from my phone, I wasn’t going down that road.
The sounds of two men’s deep voices bought me back, looking over to my lovers I could see Finn & Damien adorned in their matching ‘TOP CHEF’ aprons and cooking utensils with a beer in hand, either chatting away or debating about how best to cook the chicken.
Whilst further down on the sun loungers, Rhea had stripped down to one of her thin black bikinis with the metal skull clip fastenings, she was catching the last of the sunrays to her already perfect Sunkissed skin. Christ, how did I get so lucky as to be a part of this incredible love…. Pentagon? It’s a five-way love triangle, let’s leave it at that.
When we had been initially searching for a house to buy, one to really call home that is; we had all had something in mind we desperately wanted as a feature. We knew it needed to be a big house, one with a master bedroom where we could assemble out two King size beds that had been custom made to attach in the middle, I cannot begin to tell you how comfortable and comforting it is being held close and safe by the four people you love more than anything in the world.
The guilt though…
Still, obviously Rhea & Finn were dead set on having a large garage/ open internal space to set up the home gym. Of course, whilst on the road we still used a lot of public gyms and one-off hotel workout rooms here and there, but when we are at home, in each other’s company, away from the world, the fans, all that attention. It is so lovely knowing we don’t have to leave our little safe haven.
Damian had specifically made it clear he wanted a huge kitchen, open planned that backed into a dinning area. When we moved in, he had taken the time to build up a barista style coffee corner and a breakfast station on the central island. Then with Finn’s help, they worked on a D.I.Y project together to design and create a full bar set up next to the table and chairs where we ate. They had eventually given in and allowed Dom to help with the painting of the bar, because he wanted to be a ‘DIY Man’ too.
The boys always referred to it as the lad’s corner, a custom-built wooden bar that was painted a deep tranquil green and black with illuminated LED letters on the wall; ‘ALL RISE, ALL DRINK’. That however did not stop Rhea and I from emptying some of those back bar bottles on one of many messy nights! For some reason, whenever Rhea breaks out the Tequila, we always end up playing strip twister… Odd.
Dominick, of course… wanted a gaming room. Not just any gaming room mind you, a ‘Mens” gaming room.
*Sigh*
Problem is he is just so adorable at times, and we all give in, he had been granted his request of course! Although Priest put his foot down when Dom had asked for an indoor arcade style basketball hoop game, he was allowed a hoop outside but that was it. We had all seen enough broken windows during the season when Finn had tried to teach Damien and Dominick how to play golf.
It still makes me laugh when the boys talk about how they would feel guilty that they were off spending time together, while Rhea and I would miss out? Ha. Little did they know when they buggered off to do ‘man’s stuff’ we girls would high tail it upstairs to the family bathroom and strip off into the bathtub for some… girl’s time. *Wink Wink*
I remember one morning; Rhea and I were standing in the arched doorway at the crack of dawn waving the boys off as they set out on an early start to play a full days Golf. Leaning into her chest I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes as she bent her head down and nuzzled her lips into the crook of my neck.
“I tell you now Y/N, I would rather run the risk of drowning when we get in that bathtub, and I bury my face deep in your pussy… then stand in a damp field hitting a stick at a ball.” Her teeth nipped at the skin of my ear lobe and my entire body melted at her touch.
Christ the things that woman does to me.
A loud crash had bought me back to reality, Dom had been trying to carry a tray of drinks out to the garden for us all but had tripped over some excess weigh plates we had left outside, sending the poor lad flying arse over tit.
“Shit! God damn it, ow fuck!” Dom pulled himself up to his knees, swiping the drinks tray away in frustration before noticing blood trickling down his arm from the glasses that he had smashed across the decking. He was quick to freeze, unable to process what to do next or how to stand up safely.
Rhea was quick to make her way over to him from the sun lounger, followed by Damian who handed Finn his spatula and beer before rushing over to help the poor lad.
I know, I know I should have been focused on the fact that the boy I loved so much needed some help, some TLC, compassion, and support…
But I am only human.
And Rhea Bloody Ripley….
Running….
In a mini black laced bikini…
Slightly wet from the heat of the sun touching her skin, God how she glistened. How she got my motor running and…
Finn had noticed my distraction and whistled loudly, gathering my attention.
“Aye! Lass, enough of that! Go... Take a lap!” He gestured, pointing to the end of the field in our garden. The yard stretched about 1/4 of a mile down and was cut off by the woodland. One of my favorite things about this house was the nature that came with it. It all felt so…natural and back down to earth compared to the chaos and mayhem at WWE.
Pointing his BBQ tongs and Damian’s spatula at me, Finn raised his eyebrow.
“No distractions, ya hear!”
I tried not to laugh at his remark, turning my face away to hide my snicker and rolling my eyes. I was still wearing my gym gear from before; except I had nabbed one of Dominick’s merch shirts on the way to the garden from the drying rack, I was self-conscious about my stomach, and I liked to hide my body where I could.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” Finn sternly questioned me as he put the utensils down.
At this point Rhea was taking Dom inside through the double doors, whilst Damian stood back up and turned in my direction.
Fuck… they are hot when they get all dominant.
“Mi Vida, did you roll your eyes?” Damian’s words were colder, flat, and prominent. I could tell he was almost looking for a reason to get me upstairs into the bedroom. Christ I was half tempted to give him a solid reason.
Put me across your lap Papa Priest, let me feel the strength between your thighs and lay it into me Goddamn it!
The devil on my shoulder sang its heart out at the idea, but I remembered earlier when Finn has spun the actions back against me. Leaving me alone and sexually frustrated I thought better of the situation.
“Me? I would never…” I said sarcastically smirking at the two of them. I knew how to be a brat and get away with it, I've had a lot of practice!
Hopping up off the tree swing I could see Damian trying not to break or give in… but a slight smirk crept into the corner of his lips. He would be the one to break the rules if it came to it, i just knew it.
“I’m going to take a lap!” I stated and grinned, winking at the pair of them before making a run for it. Heading down and out of sight from the lads, I had a much better plan in mind to deal with my frustrations when I got in the shower later anyway.
'Oy Vey' Damian remarked as he smiled while shaking his head, watching my figure disappear from view.
'I tell you now.." Finn stated turning his glare off of me and looking over to Damian while still tending to the BBQ. "Its getting harder not to grab Y/N by the neck and put her across my knee. Id love to wipe that bratty smile off her face! God she tests every ounce of patience i have, its like she and Dom just know which buttons to push and...." Finns grip tightened on the grilling tongs he was holding.
Damian took a few steps over resting his hand on Finns and running his hand down the princes back. Leaning down he placed a gentle kiss on the Irish mans temple and laughed.
"I completely get what you mean, but once she wins that belt... ohh Mi Vida, she doesn't realise I'm keeping track of all her little shenanigans." He tapped the side of his head with his finger. "She will pay for misbehaving".
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I was out of breath by the time I got back towards our street, less than a ¼ mile to go! I had decided to go for a proper run to clear my mind. A good few miles should do the trick, that’s what Rhea always said! With my headphones in and a decent playlist on, nothing was going to stop me!
One foot after another I pressed on, sweat dripping down my neck I desperately tried to Shake off all that nervous energy I had built up now that WrestleMania was less than 2 weeks away. I had been on edge at times, and it showed when I trained in the ring with Rhea and Dom. Running back-to-back moves, counters, pins, and submissions, it was like every time I thought I had learnt it someone would come along and wipe my slate clean, and I knew nothing again.
Maybe I wasn’t ready to be a champion?
Maybe I was out of my depth?
Rhea should be in this match not me.
Me? Y/W/N? Was I really cut out to be a champion?
I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket as I continued running. I tried looking at my smart watch as I ran, though it was tricky to focus on a smaller screen.
I could see a couple messages from Finn stating the food was ready, one from Damian also telling me the food was ready, one from Dom telling me he was going to eat my hot dog if I didn’t hurry up and one from Rhea telling me she wasn’t going to let Dom touch my food.
Honestly this lot, I love them so much.
Turning into our street I could see our house gate entrance just up the hill, with a little spring in my step I pushed on feeling like I was picking up speed. I felt energized, I felt incredible, maybe I could do this after all!
With the gate just in reach and the sweet smokey smell of the BBQ lingering in the air I put my head down to push those least few feet…
But within a split second I felt something behind me.
The music cut out as my headphones were launched to the floor and my arms locked in tight by a strength I hadn’t ever had to match. Kicking my legs out I felt them rise off the floor and before I could even fathom the mental capacity to make a sound the feeling of sticky back plastic tape suckered its way in across my lips. My eyes pooled up as the bag went over my head and my vision became darkness. A hard and cold metal floor was met with my body weight as I was hurled inside, my heart beating out of my chest the fear became all too real as I felt the ground under move away at speed.
A hot breath came down my neck, raising every last hair on my skin to react. The voice was muffled, as if speaking through a mask.
“You did this Y/N…”
“You did this… and now you cannot handle the monster you created.”
The silence in between each word was deafening, but it was the next voice that bought the fear of God into my soul.
“ Told you I’d find you...miss me?”
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What felt like an eternity laying on the cold floor of the van was, in reality, just a few minutes. My senses were all a mess, you see it all the time in films; people counting the number of turns and times to travel a distance, well I could barely keep myself focused on the situation in hand. I worried to much about the others, they would be getting so worried, Rhea was a little… over sensitive when it came to our safety. If any of us were late home, sick, injured or all the above she was like firecracker at new year’s. Fussing and fretting in every direction and over every little thing. Sometimes it was a little overwhelming, but I loved her for it.
Out of nowhere, the vans brakes hit hard as it skidded across the country lanes gritted road into a near lay by. I felt the cold chill flood the inside of the van as the backdoors flung open and someone grabbed me by my ankles, dragging me out. I could of screamed, but what was it going to do? How would it have made a difference? At least when I scream at home, I get some enjoyment from it.
I guess when you consider all the bondage nights we have shared together, Priest and Finn being the ever instigators and professionals when it comes to BDSM, you learn a thing or two about ropes…
About knots…
and how to untie them.
These hooded fuckers had no idea I had loosened my bindings the second the van doors closed, but I was intrigued to see where this was going. Whether they liked it or not, I knew who they were. The side road abduction seemed more like a game then an actual threat. Call it the kinky side of me if you like, I was into it.
I felt my feet leave the floor as I was thrown over someone’s shoulder and they were quick to make a fast pace walk away, abandoning the vehicle. The stale straw smell filled my nostrils, like an unwashed scarecrow left out through a winter night, the sun now baking off the morning dew that hung heavy on their hat. Hearing a heavy set of what sounded like old rickety wooden doors close behind me I was thrown backwards into a chair, my face still fully covered by a hood and those scarecrow style footsteps that had bought me here slowly backed away.
A softer style gently made their way forward, pulling off the hood that covered my face and glaring back into my soul. I was quick to scan around the room.
An old worn-down barn, torn apart and battered by many harsh winters with barley a solid wall intact. Opposite me stood a woman, dressed in a tattered white dress, and fractured China mask, her hair unwashed and unkept. She made not a single sound as she crooked her neck in my direction. Next to her, a few steps back stood an ever-growing atrocious figure, caught in the shadows of this ruin you could just make out the rabid fur across the ears.
Then, out from of the corner of my eye, from the darkness he stepped forward. The bone across the creature’s face glistened in the bask of the sunset. Leaning down into my face it grinned, and I, in turn, smiled back.
“Hi Dex…” I offered as he removed the mask and tutted his finger in my face.
“tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk…. Y/N Y/N Y/N” He repeated, beginning to pace around the seat I was thrown on, his voice faking a cheerful tone.
“Where you been girl, you didn’t forget about us did you? You didn’t forget… about little old us?” He stood in front raising his arms as the other two stepped forward. “You didn’t forget…” He lowered his head adjourning a menacing toothy grin as he looked back up directly into my eyes, “About your deal?”
“What is this, Dex? What’s with the whole Kidnapping routine, it’s not very funny” I stated, shuffling in my seat as I tried to free up my hands from behind me, stuck on the final hitch in the knot.
“You. Didn’t. Answer. The. Question. Y/N.” Dexter’s voice was low, monotone, and full of spite. “You made a deal…”
“A deal’s a deallllll” a higher pitched voice came from behind him, her face still emotionless but her voice full of entertainment at the situation I was caught up in. I’d always been a gambling girl, but the odds were not in my favor here.
“I didn’t make it with you though? Did i!” I spat out my words as I managed to free my hands. Pushing myself up and off the chair seat I went to leap up toward the three of them, but two hands clamped tightly onto me, one around my forehead and the other across my mouth, keeping my silent.
Shit.
That leather smell was all too familiar, that, that green and blue tinged skin tone, that cackling laughter of misfortune. My eyes filled with terror as my air supply became limited and in turn, pulling me back into the chair; my hands had been locked in place by my own body weight. I felt…his…breath against the nape of my neck, warm and humid as he laughed under his words. That indescribable laughter, the true stuff of nightmares.
“A deal… is a deal y/n” His words were mixed in with absurdity as he leant in to smell the distress painted across my body in sweat, my whole form nervously shivering where it sat.
“And a debt…is a fucking debt. Dead or alive. The price must be paid… and we are here to collect.” He released his grasp around me as his hands snaked back through the chair and I found my hands had been re tied behind me, only better this time. There was no escape.
Moving into full view for the first time, in an awful long time, there he was.
Uncle Howdy.
Pacing around in a circle he twirled his wrists as he laughed mechanically to himself, by his feet perched in the dirt was Huskus too, ever as creepy as the others. Yet always seemed to be a little pet to his master.
“Let. Me. Go!” I spat out each word in both fury and fear. “My deal, wasn’t with you either Howdy!”
Before I could catch my breath back, Huskus almost threw himself backwards to be nearer the other two as Howdy ran straight at me, grabbing the tops of my arms and pushing the chair back onto its edges, as he closed the gap between us to leave millimeters between my face and his. His voice was enriched with the fury of an army and every word filled with hatred.
“YOU FORGET YOUR PLACE Y/N” He spat through gritted teeth. “HE MAY HAVE LEFT THIS REALM BUT DON’T FORGET WHOSE WORLD YOU LIVE IN!” His eyes looked down and I followed, only now realizing just where I was sitting.
“Even in death, he lives on. Even in the living days of now, the ghosts of our past come back to haunt us.” Howdy smiled once more returning his gaze to meet mine as he began pushing the infamous rocking chair back and forth. Throwing my head to the side at the sound of a matchstick strike I glanced at Abby, the witch, lighting that haunting lantern and the atmosphere in the room felt very dark in the split of a second. Dexter leant into the glow of the dim light and smiled, snatching his face to stare back at me.
Howdy’s hand then came up to mine as his fingers turned my chin back to face him.
“He… set the price. You agreed to the terms, The dice were cast, and you got what you wanted.”
“But I will lose what I have…” I offered my plea, but it fell on deaf ears.
Uncle Howdy stood, straightening himself and shrugged his shoulders.
“We don’t choose the cards we are dealt y/n, but we decide how to play the game. It’s a gambling world full of sinners, either win or lie to succeed, and we pay our debts to the ferry man on the way out. But you never cheat. There’s always… Witnesses.” He looked back at me at winked.
“It was you… it was from you” I recalled that text.
“Did you work it out yet?” How is Miss Morgan” Uncle Howdy smirked as his little friends walked forward to lurk at his side.
“I don’t know what you are talking about. Work what out?” I played the fool, in regards to Liv anyway.
Howdy snapped his fingers and his little witch stepped forward scribbling with her chalks across the dirt floor with the words ‘LOCKER WITNESSES’, looking up to me and smiling she was quick to run her hand over and rearrange the letters.
L.O.C.K.E.R W.I.T.N.E.S.S.E.S
……..
S. K. L.
E. N. I.
C. O. E.
R. W. S.
E.
T.
S.
….
I couldn’t believe it, how had I not noticed that before. It was a fucking anagram, it was her, Abby, she had sent me that message just after Liv had text me while I was training with Finn.
“Our secrets birth the lies that entangle us, until we suffocate, they restrict our souls with their never-ending depths of deception until we choose to reveal them. We set the truth free…” Howdy smiled, knowing full well I would never let that happen.
“So here’s your choice Y/N… reveal your secrets to those you love most, set those lies freeeeeeeee….” He laughed as his words fell into a whisper by the end, that laughter was torturous and never ending.
“Or… pay your debt” He stopped, arms stretched out wide, stating the terms blankly.
“How…?” I questioned.
“WrestleMania… The witch cashes in, you throw the match.” He put it out there, plain and simple.
“I can’t…” I whimpered, “It would break them, they’ve all worked so hard to get me there” My heart was breaking.
“Secrets don’t stay hidden forever y/n… those are the terms. That is the price.” And with that Uncle Howdy grabbed the lantern and blew it out, his laughter was the last thing I heard before something caught me around the side of the head, I felt myself crash onto the dirt floor in a heap before everything went pitch black.
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My eyes fluttered in a daze as I could hear the sound of panicked voices around me, the ground had returned to the normality of the grit on a public road. Though everything surrounding felt like a jumbled mess and nothing sounded quite right, but I recognized those voices. Those soft, loving, gentle voices.
“Mi Amor..”
“Lass? Can you hear me?”
“Bunny? Bunny!?”
“Mi Vida, estás bien?
It was all a bit like a dream as I sat up, had it really happened? Was I just dehydrated? My head hurt for sure, maybe I could just pass it off as dehydration. Then they wouldn’t worry so much, but I was struggling to ground myself and form a real sentence. Without hesitation, Damian had scooped me up into his arms and taken me inside.
That night I lay in between them all as they slept, wide awake and full of a million questions and a thousand more fears on top. I had no idea what to do, what was going to happen and how I was going to escape this mess. It was my mess, and they were right, secrets don’t stay hidden forever.
Speaking of secrets, I pulled out my phone from under my pillow and turned my head to see Damien’s face, gently breathing on me as he slept. God how I loved him, my gentle giant in all his glory. It pained my heart to think of the hurt that was headed their way, because one way or another someone was going to get hurt. But I’d sooner die before I let it be them, and they can never find out. Not about her.
I opened up my messages seeing the one I now knew was from Abby and closed it, to open instead the one from Liv. Taking a deep breath, I replied to her…
“The Wyatts know…” I clicked send, but as if like fate met fortune, like the nightmare needed its finishing touch, my gentle giant spoke…
“Know what y/n?” Damian locked eyes with me, and my face gave it all away.
Now… I was well and truly fucked.
He sat up, pulling me up with him.
“What are you playing at, you don’t go around messing with the Wyatts…”
I was frozen on the spot, how was I going to get out of this.
Damien pulled me in to close the gap and with a tight grip around the back of my neck he was plain and clear with his words.
“What the fuck have you done…?”
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The night had arrived stretching across the sky, the last of the sunrays had been burnt away and drowned in the light of the moon. The stars glistened over the hilltops stretching out for miles with only a handful of grey clouds holding out on their last legs.
The midnight hour struck the hallway clock, the soft bells chimed; echoing through the empty kitchen before the house fell back silent. A gentle breeze rustled through the glass screen door, the blinds swaying ever so slightly in their wake.
Glow bugs, fireflies, crickets and cicadas joined in unison to sing the symphonies of nature as I sat toying with my feet amongst the grass in the swing chair of that great oak tree. Embraced in the lap of my gentle giant who, reaching into his pocket pulled out a small metal tin, scuffed and battered on the edges you could still see the remnants of the WWF logo embellished on the top. Ever a man for collections and memorabilia, Damian was never one to be rid of his childhood loves.
He had chosen to deal with me away from the others, leaving them to sleep. We had made our way out of the bedroom and into the backyard to talk.
Pulling his arm out from around my waist to recapture the use of both of his hands he cracked open the tin and revealed five perfectly rolled up cigarettes and a well worn lighter. My face dropped for a second in panic and looking back at me he smirked and let out a gentle huff.
“What? You think I didn’t know?” He smiled and rolled his eyes, placing one of the rollies in between his lips and sparking the lighter up before holding it out to me.
How the smoke danced in the shadows cast by the moon, like a mischievous temptress begging for someone to give in to her sinful ways. Who was I do deny her such pleasure. I reached out and took the rollie before taking a long hard drag of that subtle and sweet smokey hit. Leaning back into the swing chair I exhaled, the light smoke cloud escaped my pursed lips and raced into the sky, as if on a mission to join their cloud friends above.
Damian laughed gently as he closed the tin and returned it to his pocket, stretching his arm over me and back around my shoulders to hold me close.
“You may think that you hide it well… and you do, from the others anyway. But I’ve seen you more than once sneak away to indulge in a cheeky smoke or two when you are stressed, Mariposa” Damian’s voice was low and soft as ever, my sweet gentle giant. The man that could dominate me in a thousand ways whilst protecting me in a thousand more. I couldn’t help but stare at his face as I took another drag, his beauty was truly out of this world, every feature that marked his body was as flawless as… well him.
“However… Y/N” He questioned, leaning forward, refusing to break eye contact with me as he; himself took a drag from the cigarette between my fingers before leaning back into the chair, exhaling out the smoke I was so quick to try and inhale back in. Just a taste of that man was enough to have me on my knees begging for mercy.
“You know we don’t hide secrets in this relationship. Not between you, or me. Not Rhea, or Finn or Dom. Honestidad y confianza mi amor. So why are you talking to Liv Morgan? And what’s with you and the Wyatts? I told you before Mi Vida, you don’t mess with all that. They aren’t necessarily bad people, but their world … eso es como magia oscura. You can’t trust them” Hie eyes fell deep into my soul, and I didn’t know what to do. I hated lying to them all, but the truth wasn’t going to set me free, it was going to break the world apart and I would lose them all forever.
Leaning in to take another hit of my one true guilty pleasure I pondered in my mind how I would escape this situation. How do you not tell the truth but not lie to someone at the same time. Distract them?
“I’ve always loved the night you know; it’s always been so peaceful. Non-judgmental and full of new beginnings. You can lay down and go to sleep knowing the morning offers you a fresh start. A chance to do it differently…” I looked up to Damian as his facial expression remained unchanged.
“Sometimes, those skeletons in our closet are best left to collect dust Priest, please.” I looked up to him with those puppy dog eyes in the hopes he would accept my plea deal.
Instead, he sat up with his strong muscular figure pulling me into his lap as he wrapped his arms tight around my waist. Taking a fistful of my hair he exposed my soft pale skin to the moonlight before running his teeth along my neckline. The goosebumps danced across my skin, every hair standing on edge as the pleasure in that moment flooded straight to my core. The mini pajama shorts I was wearing dampened by my persistent need to have this man spread my legs apart and tear into every last piece of me. His vocal undertone grew dark as he growled into my ear, agitated or conflicted the man was on a mission.
“Usually, when you won't do as you are told.... when you are being a brat!” He spat through gritted teeth, “I’d bend you over, spank your arse until you cried out my name, I'd spread your legs and fuck you right where you sit until you tell me what I want to hear” Taking a long inhale of my scent he ran his large hands down my back and into my mini shorts, realising I wasn’t wearing any panties his grip tightened and that feeling sent my inner sex demon wild. I dropped the remainder of the cigarette to the floor, and it landed at the base of the chair, its hot red embers from the burning tobacco were quickly singed out by the dew soddened grass below our feet.
Hoisting me further up into his lap Damian ran a hand across my hips and down the front of my shorts, his cold hands had me gasp for breath as his knuckles brushed across my bare clit.
It really was a joy living up and away from your nosey neighbor’s.
Taking a heavy deep breath my head fell back as for the first time in weeks I was indulging in that sexual deprived need to have one of them touch me, fuck me, ruin me for all I care.
Damian’s breath was hot and staggered against my neck as he bought up his left leg slightly to raise my body into the air, slipping his hand fully in between my legs he ran his two fingers between my wet folds and my stomach became a whirlwind of knots, drowning in every last millisecond of the moment. His pace wasn’t slow, but it certainly wasn’t fast paced either. As if he was teasing me, tempting my inner demons to expose every secret I had buried from them in exchange for sexual pleasures and favors in turn.
“fuck priest...” I hummed under breathy tones, my head leaning back as his finger pace quickened. Slipping his index finger inside me he began to pump harder, drawing out every last drop from my pussy to run down my inner thighs.
Like a vicious animal in heat Damian’s demeanour had changed in a flash, gone out the window was this ‘No distractions’ bullshit as he pulled his hand from my shorts and stood up, holding me tight to his chest with one arm wrapped around me. Turning himself, he threw me at a roughened pace up against the old oak tree, with one hand behind my head to brace the impact; my legs instinctively fell from his waist in the hope of fining ground but were quickly scooped back up and around his waist as he leant back into my face, embracing me in a deep lustful kiss. Our tongue’s danced in the moon kissed light as his hands explored all over my body, breasts to hips, to thighs and back to my neck. Never fully satisfied with where they ended up. He paused to catch his breath for a moment leaning his forehead down to mine;
“Shit y/n…” he panted, one hand now leaning against the tree for support and the other taking my right arm and guiding my palms to his crotch. The bulge was truly a magnificent display of manhood. Its bold thick appearance left me with an unsatiable appetite to feel it at the back of my throat.
“You see what you do to me Mariposa… even you have me breaking the rules now” His voice was harsh, as if he was conflicted on where to go from here.
I swallowed my fear as I looked deep into his eyes, surely this man loved me enough to forgive the secrets of my past. But I wasn’t about to expose myself tonight if I could help it, instead releasing my grip I crouched down to a deep squat before falling to my knees, to now be at the perfect height if I do say so myself.
Pulling at the drawstring of his black sweatpants I lowered the waist band slightly and drew out his hard cock, licking my lips I glanced up for approval from my lord and savior whose eyes burned deep into me as his hands gripped the tree for stability, he nodded, breath now low and focused.
I wasn’t about to miss my chance.
From the base to the tip, I ran my tounge fully up his masterpiece before taking it in its full form to the back of my throat. As if my dreams had become a reality, all those weeks of begging, wishing, praying and hoping.
Finally with Finn Fucking Balor asleep in bed, I now had Damian’s dick touching the back of my tonsils and I was loving every moment of it. I felt my gag reflex kick in as I bobbed up and down along his cock, its sweet and salty taste ever insatiable and addictive. My eyes watered as I craved more of him, I could hear his voice above me, groaning in pleasure and whispering my name in hushed tones. We both knew full well that if any of the others woke up, we would have some explaining to do.
Fuck that, if they woke up they could join in. But nothing was stopping me from sucking on my favourite lollypop tonight.
Not even a prince.
Damian’s hand moved to the back of my head taking a fist full of my hair as he quickened my pace, the feeling inside him growing ever stronger with an overwhelming need not to let this feeling disappear.
“Shit… shit… oh fuck… y/n I’m” Damian’s voice choked out each word, but instead of letting him try and finish his sentence I dug my fingernails deep into his thighs signaling to him, that he best not fucking stop. I wanted to taste that man’s orgasm, I wanted to feel it run down the back of my throat as I swallowed every last drop of him.
And I did.
Damian’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink, his mouth a gape and his braids half sprawled down his back as his grip to my hair tightened with every pump that released that delectable cum shot. A drop had escaped and began falling down my chin as I leaned back onto my heels and running a finger across, I was fast to lick the remainder off.
Damian pulled his tracksuit bottoms back up, one hand still leaning on the tree as he lent down over me, panting heavily. His eyes didn’t break contact with mine, he didn’t blink or move as I rose back up to my feet.
He snaked his hand around my waist and lent down to place a soft subtle kiss on my forehead.
“Gracias , Mi amor’ Damian smiled before placing another kiss to my lips.
He ran his hand up my back and took a tight grip to my neck, pulling out my phone from his pocket along with the metal WWF tin. He smirked before pushing me back to the swing chair and forcing me to take a seat as he stood in front, his frame towering over head.
“Nice try Muñeca…” He smirked as he lit another cigarette and held it out to me, before sparking up his own and taking a soft drag.
“Distractions done... Now talk.” He held my phone up from his pocket so I could see it in full view.
“Wyatts first? Or Liv Morgan? You pick.” He tossed the phone into my lap.
“Unless you want me to wake Finn up? Let him know what’s been going on?” Damian winked at me.
I gritted my teeth before taking my first drag and pulled one leg up into the chair towards my chest, taking a deep breath.
Guess it was now or never.
“I’m not the person you think I am…” I said.
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For once, it seemed as though fate was on my side, as not long after Damian had demanded an explanation the heavens opened above. Torrential rain poured from the sky and pretty soon the garden had become a makeshift swimming pool.
By now the clocks had chimed well past 2am and we were nearing the witching hour. Damian and I quickly scurried through the patio doors; our clothing soaked from a brief encounter with mother nature. Damian locked the backdoors shut and turned to face me as he began to undress himself.
“Quickly” he demanded as his eyes scanned over my body, “Strip.”
I turned my head and raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by this statement. I mean, I wasn’t about to turn down this handsome devil , if he wanted to fuck me on the breakfast bar then I was all in! Round two Papi Priest?! Let’s go!
“Don’t get too excited” He stated plainly, “I don’t want you catching a cold! WrestleMania is just around the corner, now come on Mi Vida, get those wet clothes off” He stepped forward, now undressed into just his sweatpants. He put his arms to my sides and began helping peel off the wet pyjama vest top I was wearing. Damian stared down, hesitant for a moment and stuck in a trance as my bare chest was exposed, my tits sat perked and patient in the cold waiting for his warm hands. I glanced up, trying to catch his eyeline as I raised one hand to the back of his neck, brushing my fingers across his cheek.
Damian smirked at me and leant down to whisper in my ear, “Nice try” He laughed gently under his breath before placing one hand on my shoulder, turning me round on the spot and slapping my ass, pushing me forward towards the hallway.
“Go get some dry clothes on and come back down, I’m not done with you Y/N. We NEED to talk about this, you can’t run away from it forever.” He was stern, not like my usual loveable giant who didn’t need asking twice for an opportunity to shag.
I held back the desperation to roll my eyes in frustration with him and instead smiled, before taking full advantage of the opportunity at hand.
Slowly making my way up the stairs, I sneaked my way back into our bedroom to see Finn, Rhea & Dom all fast asleep together. Rhea & Dom were cuddled up in a messy pile of loose fitted pajamas and sprawled out limbs, whilst Finn had rolled away to face the opposite direction with his right arm outstretched. It was all too tempting really.
Bending down I grabbed his t-shirt from yesterday off the floor and disposed of my wet pyjama shorts in the corner, before sneaking under the covers to wrap myself in his arms.
Finn took a sleepy deep breath, his eyes remained shut as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck and smiled before settling himself back into the pillow, clutching tightly to my waist as he rolled me over the top of him and into the centre of the bed so he could take on being the big spoon. Rheas face now inches from mine, i felt her hot sleepy breath on my face. I smiled as Finn nuzzled his face into the back of my head planting a soft kiss on my head and taking in a deep inhale of my scent.
“Love ya lass” he whispered in a hush tone before falling asleep, gripping me into a tight cuddle.
“Love you, Finn.” I hummed softly and closed my eyes. I knew it was unfair to leave Damian downstairs, but he’d soon figure out I wasn’t coming back down and head upstairs to bed himself… wouldn’t he?
It didn’t take me long to doze off, Finns warm embrace was ever a calming one. Dom's arm resting over Rheas body and his hand gently placed around the top of my arm, id never felt so warm and safe. I just hoped come morning, Damian would let this whole thing blow over. Either that or I could escape to the gym before he could interrogate me again.
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The Following Morning - 6:45am
I fluttered my eyelids open to a rustling coming from behind me, Finns arms still wrapped tightly around my waist, he too had managed to open one eye in an equally confused daze. We both lifted our heads slightly and peeked over his shoulder to spot a large bundle shuffling around under the covers, muffled giggles escaped, and light moans were hard to miss.
Finn scoffed in amusement before turning his head round and using his hand, he spun my neck to face back to its original direction as well, both of us resting our sleepy forms back into the pillows. He leant into my neck and nibbled the edge of my ear whispering in a hushed tone.
“Once you win that title, I’m gonna do a hell of a lot more than surprise you with an early morning breakfast in bed…. You know how I love to eat out first thing” His beard tickled my cheeks as he laid kisses down my neck. But it was hard not to get distracted by the raucous love birds behind us and their morning antics. So throwing the covers off and behind us I signaled for Finn to follow me out the room.
“Come on prince, lets leave three of them to it, we can go rustle up some breakfast for us all before I hit the gym. You wanna train together again? Round three” I asked Finn playfully as we headed out into the landing. I began throwing imaginary punches in his direction, smirking at him.
He grinned taking my hand as he followed me out, slapping me on the backside as we went.
God i wish he would off pinned me against the bedroom door and hit my ass a lot harder... repeatedly. The bratty behaviour clearly wasn't gonna work on him.
“Ill never turn down a good ol’sweat session with you doll” he grinned as I let go of his hand and raced down the stairs, Finn hot on my tail and pinching my hips as we laughed.
It was only then, as I turned the corner into the kitchen, like reality had delivered a painful slap across the face; I froze on the spot. Finn, who ran straight into the back of me looked on, confused at the sight of Damian sat on the edge of the breakfast bar, staring at the pair of us.
“Good nights sleep?” He questioned, a little sarcastically as his voice aimed directly at me, ready to take that kill shot.
“Shit, D-Damian? But I thought? You weren’t… in bed with Dom & Rhea?” I asked him, both confused and guilt ridden that he must have stayed downstairs all night by himself.
“Damian? Love, why didn’t you come to bed? Is something wrong?” Finn sounded concerned as he let go of my hips and stepped out from behind me taking a couple steps towards Damian, tilting his head to one side, questioning the man.
Damian didn’t break eye contact with me as I stood frozen on the spot, my breathing had shallowed out to the point of being nonexistent. He raised his eyebrows at me expecting a response… but all I could do was stare forward, lightly shaking my head ‘no’ in the hopes he would listen to my silent pleas.
‘Hey Finn…” Damian cleared his voice whilst keeping his eyes fixated on mine.
“Y/N sucked my dick last night.”
Bro…Seriously.
I had no words.
My face just held that look of complete bewilderment and incomprehension at his childish behavior. The devil on my shoulder cursing the dickhead who didn’t seem to mind breaking those rules himself at the time.
Finn’s head snapped around almost instantly as the sounds of rushed footsteps came down the stairs and up behind me, Dominick & Rhea had now also appeared. Their hair matched in a post sex matted mess, with Dom’s pajama bottoms missing, stood in only his boxers and Rhea adorning Damian’s oversized ‘ALL RISE’ training t-shirt.
“Guys? What is it? What’s wrong?” Rhea questioned, sensing the tension in the room, “Bunny?”.
“You did what…?” Finn was furious as he glared at me, but it was that silent anger, the one that felt more like disappointment than just being upset.
I still didn’t move, I couldn’t break the stare I had on Damian, I couldn’t believe he had thrown me under the bus.
Last time I ever let that man finish in my mouth…
Ok that’s a lie.
But I made my point clear to my inner sex demon that was currently dancing away inside my head, engulfed and envisioning a complete anger fuelled, pre-breakfast orgy between us all on the kitchen worktops. Cursing each other’s names in breathy moans, fucking out our frustrations as the pancakes & waffles would be left burning with orgasms taking precedent. Oh i could picture it now, Damian leaning against the counter top as his dick played tennis with my tonsils while Finn punished my pussy from behind, each thrust pounding into me the consequences of my actions. Rhea laying across the counter with her head being held up by Priest in a deep and lustful make-out session while Dom Dom was being chocked out by her authoritative thighs.
I was quickly bought back to reality.
“You. Sucked. His. Cock. Last. Night. Y/n?” Finn questioned me again, his eyes burning a hole into my soul as he paused on every word, but still, I didn’t answer.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH” Dom was quick to jump on the hype train before Rhea elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up, but it only lasted for a second before he was back at it.
“You're in troubleeee” he sung, teasing me as I turned to look at him.
“Dominick, I swear, I will put you across my knee right her” Rhea warned him as the little shit finally shut his mouth up.
“Jealous it wasn’t yours?” I spat out sarcastically at Dominick who was half hiding behind Rhea for personal protection. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head before turning back only to notice that Damian had stood up. He walked towards me slowly before leaning down into my face;
“I told you Mi Vida, no secrets” he winked seductively at me before addressing Dom & Rhea, who had made their way over to stand by the sofas.
“Morning you two, have fun this morning?” Damian smirked pointing down to Dom’s crotch and the black lipstick marks on his thigh that had been left behind by Rhea. Dom’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as he grabbed a pillow of the couch and held it over, to cover his remaining dignity.
“Y/N!” Finn shouted, making us all jump as he shoved past Damian and closed the space between myself and him. His face was inches from mine now, his finger pointed up close making me feel like a little kid again.
“One rule, one fucking rule. No distractions! It’s not a complicated rule, it’s not difficult to follow, it’s…” Finn tried to justify before I screamed back in his face, interrupting him.
“BUT IT IS!” I shouted, I instantly regretted cutting him off, but fuck it I had done it now.
In for a penny in for a pound and all that.
“It’s pretty fucking hard to follow when you are all getting off with each other, shagging in the same bed as me when I wake up or leaving me out when you all take joint showers. Christ, it’s not like you even try to hide it!” My heart was racing as I argued my case, though it fell on deaf ears as Finns eyes seemed to just look through me. As if I wasn’t really there.
My eyes filled with tears as I turned to make a break for it up the stairs but Finn reached out grabbing my wrist and pulling me close towards him.
"DON'T ACT!...like it hasn't been hard for the rest of us!" He spat out his words in complete fury. "Don't act like we didn't know, all those times, all those times you little brat! Acting out, misbehaving, snarky comments and eye rolls!" Finns hands were shaking in rage, the grip around my wrist was as tight as it could have been.
"Every. Time...." He spat out, "Every time, you stepped out of line I had to fight a battle inside of me not to take you over my knee, not to shove my cock down your throat and silence that bratty behaviour. Ohhhhh" His voice still furious but now almost chuckling at the idea. "I know how hard it has been for you, because it's been the same for me too. Except all these rules were put in place to HELP YOU! To make sure you were the strongest you have ever been! SO YOU COULD BE A CHAMPION!" He shouted and let go of my hand turning on the spot and pacing away, he ran his hands through his hair before launching a punch against the wall.
Dom jumped at Finns outburst so badly he dropped the pillow, and Rhea turned her head to look at him and rolled her eyes.
“Such a bottom Dom, jeez.” She spoke, Dominick looking equally embarrassed and content with the statement. For once, it wasn’t him that was in trouble.
Finn span around on the spot to face me raising his fist in the air and pointing a finger in my direction, stuttering he could barley form a word before dropping his hand back down to his side and letting out a frustrated exhale.
Tears welled up in my eyes as i once again turned to make a run for it up the stairs.
“STOP.” Damian’s voice bellowed into the room
I turned back around rubbing my eyes, trying to hold myself together, trying to stay strong so they didn’t see me as some weak girl who felt like she was falling apart.
Damian pulled my phone from his pocket and snapped his fingers at Rhea & Dom to take a seat on the sofa, then signaling to Finn to take a seat as well.
Finn didn’t seem best pleased by this, but Damian reassured him they would deal with the whole rule breaking scenario later. This was more important. Damian then dragged the chair from the dining table that he had been leaning against over and took a seat, placing my phone on the coffee table in front of us all.
“Y/n, despite you sneaking off last night, I haven’t forgotten. I spent all night by myself down here thinking about it. Y/n, I’m sorry Mi Amor, but this needs addressing. Because this relationship” Damian pointed to each of us.
“It is built on trust, there are no secrets. There should be no secrets. I couldn’t keep what happened last night from Finn, because that would be wrong. I was wrong for allowing it to happen, and I understand why you are upset. Now we can discuss the ‘no distractions’ rule later, so that you don’t feel so frustrated or singled out by it. Right guys?” Damian looked to each of the group, all nodding in unison, Finn a little reluctant at first but you could see he was starting to feel bad for me as well.
“But… Y/n. You are hiding something, last night you said…” Damian continued but I interrupted before he could finish.
“I said I’m not the person you think I am” My voice was shaking, full of fear and anxiety. This was it. They were going to find out the truth.
“Bunny? What do you mean?” Rhea’s face was terrified, she had that look of wanting to run up and embrace me in a full-on chokehold hug. How I would have loved nothing more than for Rhea and the others to hold me tight and wish the rest of the world away.
My eyes couldn’t hold back the emotional barriers anymore as the tears flooded down my cheeks, my breath catching in my throat as my heart felt like it was breaking.
“Please… Please… Please I’m begging you. Please, if you love me, if you truly… love me. You will let, this, go.” I sniffled and sobbed.
Finn's demeanour changed in a heart beat, he may of been angry but his girl was crying. He couldn't bare to see her like this. Something in his heart broke and every reaction he had just shown, he had just felt melted away. All he wanted to do was hold her tight, keep her safe from the world and all its demons. He went to stand but Damian rested a hand on his thigh, motioning for him to sit back down.
“I don’t wanna lose you…” I cried as my hands began to tremble and my legs turned to jelly.
“Mi Vida, it’s time.” Damian offered a gentle lifeline as he held out a hand to me so I could sit on his knee, but I declined. Pulling myself together I wiped the tears from my eyes and took a deep breathe.
“Okay…” I whispered as my lips quivered and I fought off the tears that wanted to carry on. If i was going to be honest with the, i was going to keep my distance. I needed a head start from them all, should i choose to run.
“Before… Before I… I wasn’t…. Before I…” stuttering every syllable, I knew getting the words out was going to be harder than I had expected. Though I never thought I’d be in this situation to begin with, let alone practice or plan for. I thought I could hide this forever; I thought I would take this to the grave.
Damian, Rhea, Finn and Dom all sat focused solely on me as I stood in front of them, my entire body was trembling. The room felt as though it was expanding at a thousand paces a second whilst simultaneously closing in all at once. Drowning in the single spotlight of attention, I knew there was no escaping it now. Those skeletons in my closet, they were coming back from the dead. Arising from the deepest depths for which I had buried them, the haunting of my soul was coming back, its vengeance had begun.
Every action has its consequences.
I took one final deep breath and locked eyes with Damian before looking to the floor, fixating on a single carpet thread. If I was going to tell my secrets, I wasn’t going to look them directly in the eye. I couldn’t bare to see the love start to fade away from them.
“When I told you, I’m not the person you think I am, well that’s only half true. The y/n you know now, that’s me. That is the y/n I want to be. I want to be this y/n, I want to live in this life, I want to live with all of you in this little world we have…” My voice choked on the last word as I prepared myself for what was coming. Rhea had her hands to her face, her tears matched mine as it broke her heart to see her girl so visibly upset.
“But the y/n that I was, the y/n that haunts my dreams, the y/n that left scars across my skin from a war I had no business being a part of. The y/n that destroyed an entire world in a single second through arrogance… she made a deal with the Wyatts to save herself from the darkness. And now…” I looked up to the heavens as I broke down in a cascading river of tears.
“Even though he has gone, my time is up. My payment is due, and I am so, so sorry. But I cannot protect you from them. Not if I stay. Howdy has my secrets, he knows everything. I foolishly thought that when… that when…” I paused and signaled a cross to the heavens.
“When the last firefly went out, I would escape, and my deal would turn to dust. He was never a fiend; he was my friend. He was a good person, but like me, he was stuck living the wrong life. People judged before they truly knew who he could be. That kind of judgment can create a monster, the devil himself was born from injustice. He helped those who were lost, offered them sanctuary in his world. But Howdy, Howdy took that world and destroyed it, trapped all of us inside that godforsaken fun house and burnt it to the ground. He manipulates the vulnerable and feeds upon the weak, his family will stop at nothing to destroy… everything.”
I looked up from the floor to see them all staring back at me, was it shock? Was it confusion? Was it fear? We would soon know, because here it is.
“Before I came up to the main roster, before I signed with WWE, I was a rookie. Like everyone else I was barely surviving on the indie scene. I was doing stupid things, taking stupid risks and, Well my safety wasn’t exactly paramount. I drank… a lot, all the time. I swallowed anything anyone offered, took anything just to get high and feel something. Death matches, TLC'S, Street fights, it didn't matter because the pain fed my empty soul. I didn’t wrestle under Y/W/N at the time… I was in a duo.” I paused for a second, taking another breath.
“With Liv… I wrestled under ‘Missy’, get it? Miss-y? Sounds like Miss. E, add LIV and… L.I.V.E = EVIL, ‘Live to be Evil’”
I swallowed, knowing the words I was going to speak could never be taken back.
“She was like me, lost little kids living in a world that was far to big and full of way to many temptations… We had a match, a death match. Neither of us were in a state to compete but, well we didn’t care. It was against these two girls who, well we knew them, we had history. One of them had accidentally fucked up a spot a long time before and I had broken my ankle. To say I went into that match with a taste for revenge was an understatement.”
The entire room was silent, you could barley hear Dom, Damien, Finn or Rhea take a breath.
“We didn’t just take the win that night, it was never going to get to the showcase. In my mind, all i could see was spite and an opportunity for revenge. During the pre match training session… we ended that girl’s career. I won’t say how, I don’t wanna relive that moment any more than I have to in my nightmares. But I spent a lot longer than 5 minutes behind bars… Dom.” I was still crying; I was trying not to look at them all and their disappointment.
“I was spiteful, I was full of hatred and dependent on a high I could never fulfil. I was using other peoples pain and suffering in place of the lack of my own. The fiend offered us a deal, a way out, a way to survive. A firefly’s devotion runs far deeper than the loyalty in blood alone. He buried the past so no one would ever know. That match wasn’t public, the records were sealed, the girl was paid off and kept silent forever. Liv and I agreed to the deal, to repay our debts through sacrifice. Before… before he left this world, Liv was granted her freedom from the fiend, but I was still a lost soul.”
I looked up to each of them, tears filled their eyes.
“That was, until I met you. All of you. You all taught me to be the person I am now. This y/n, this is me, this is the me I want to be. But Howdy, he lives for revenge. He revoked Live freedom and, and now he has named my sacrifice… my championship”
“NO! Fuck that! No” Finn stood to his feet; his anger was fuelling his inner fire once again.
“I don’t have a choice, Finn! If I don’t hold up to my deal, this… us…it’s all over! Everything will come out and they will take me down. You will all drown with me, and I can’t do that to you! I love you all too much” my voice was shaking.
They all rushed to me, embracing me in a tight hug, Rhea leading the charge.
“Bunny…” Rhea grabbed my face pulling me in close as the others released me from the hug. “They won’t get anywhere near you, not while you have us”
"Mi Amor, your past... your past and your secrets. Your struggles, your problems, your pain and your strifes. They do not have to be yours alone, we are a family." Damians voice offered a reassuring tone, filled with love.
"Do or Die, Lass. We aren't going anywhere. And we will never stop loving you" Finn took my hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "And, I'm sorry.. i was out of line before. I should never have gotten angry with you. That wasn't okay." He smiled, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Hey guys?” Dom questioned as they all turned, looking over to the young semi naked lad. “I think, I think I have an idea.”
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- WRESTLEMAINA -
PRESENT DAY
An all too familiar piano key played out to the arena as smoke filled the walkway and a single spotlight lit up the ring. The entire audience had fallen silent in apprehension.
An illuminated doorway flew open from the top of the walkway and out from the smoke filled darkness, emerged the silhouette’s of the Wyatts. Uncle Howdy pacing forward at the front, swinging the famous lantern and cackling to himself as his family lurked close behind. Their sheer presence dominating the world in its own glory.
Howdy stopped abruptly as Abby the witch slunk out from behind him when they reached the edge of the ring. She eerily crept her way through the ropes, launching the ‘Money in the Bank’ briefcase to the referee who looked balls out terrified to be there. At this point, he had given up on the idea of ever witnessing a 'clean' match.
Facedown in the Centre of the ring lay a crumpled mess of myself, barely able to make out more than a foot in front of your face... you would never of known. They didn't know.
Dakota Kai seemed to have vanished and it was now just us. Y/W/N vs The Witch.
Samantha Irvin anxiously announced to the stadium that, much to the disappearance of Dakota, this was now a triple threat match for the Women’s world Championship.
Looking around the walkways, the crowd, even the exit doors... there was no sign of anyone.
I was all alone in this.
The bell rang and crawling her way forward Abby grabbed a fist full of hair dragging up the face of…. well, It wasn’t me.
It was a mannequin, dressed in matching ring attire.
She spun herself around to look at Howdy whose face displayed a monstrous scowl.
Suddenly, echoing through the stadium three loud bangs on a door could be heard. Seconds later they repeated once again.
The Wyatts all turned to face their entrance way, the grand wooden door having closed behind them. Someone was here, someone was knocking, someone had come calling.
With a microphone in hand, my voice boomed throughout the stadium.
“HOWDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I Shouted at the top of my lungs.
“Let. Me. In”
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The crowed had erupted into absolute chaos, they could all recognise the voice that had filled the stadium. Their screams had drowned out any music or commentary coming from the sound system.
But as i turned to return the microphone back to the sound system crew a dark and ominous figure entered into the backroom where we all stood.
It was Paul, Triple H.
Damian, Finn, Rhea and Dom all took a step to stand behind me as we awaited our boss, he didn't look happy.
That was never going to be good news.
Standing in front of us all, he looked down on me, fully dressed and ready to fight.
"I don't know what you lot are up to, but this..." He moved his finger around to point at us all. "Is not happening, now you four" He moved his stare to focus on the other 4 members behind me. "Get out there and get this show finished up... as for you" He turned and pointed resting his finger tip of my chest.
"Y/W/N, You're fired."
It was then, as if out of the shadows she appeared.
Liv Morgan slid her way out from behind Triple H grinning in delight.
"Liv Morgan will take your place in this championship match."
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“You’re Fired.”
In that moment, in that very moment… you could say it was as if the world just fell away. As if the entirety of time stood still, as if silence was the only thing that existed on earth… but that could not be further from the truth. All hell had broken loose.
The entirety of Judgement Day had completely lost their minds, they were screaming & shouting, demanding answers from Triple H who had now been surrounded by security in an attempt to hold back the furious group. Paul was trying to have his voice heard over them all but every word he got out, he was interrupted again.
After all the chaos, the sudden appearance of The Wyatt Sicks and now Dakota having vanished, likely being hauled off to medical backstage the main event of WrestleMania had now been replaced last minute with this Ten Man grand slam cage match. Howdy and Abby had been furious to realise it was only a mannequin in the ring and demanded answers.
When it had been announced to the crowd by the commentary duo the entire arena were beyond excited, they screamed and chanted ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ so loudly the ring announcers had struggled to be heard, even with a microphone.
The ring had been re built and arranged to form two large hell in the cell style cages, similar to War games, only these two cages were connected in the middle but could not be accessed by the other.
The ring announcer explained that in Cage 2 there would be Uncle Howdy, Erick Rowan, Dexter Lumis and Joe Gacy vs Rhea Ripley, Damian Priest, Finn Balor & Dominik Mysterio whilst in Cage 1 there would be Abby the witch vs Y/W/N for the Women's World Championship.
Except no one out there was aware, i was being replaced? I was not going to be in it? Pfft, over my dead body.
Liv Morgan had been quick to turn and disappear out of sight choosing to wait in the wings of the ramp to enter the match.
The Wyatt Sicks had already made their entrance to the ring and were now pacing their territory both inside and out of the cages. The monitors in Gorilla showed them playing up to the audience while many fans were chanting for The Judgment Day, for Mami, for Y/W/N big entrance.
Abby the Witch, who had already entered the cell was sat in the middle of the canvas smiling, chanting to herself in hushed tones, her painted China mask glowing in the spotlight gave such an uneasy feeling to those in the front row. Meanwhile those further back in the cheap seats had been more than happy to begin poking fun, trying to stir up the Wyatts.
“Y/W/N is gonna kill you…. Y/W/N is gonna kill you!” They sang, arms waving in the air as Dexter had jumped up onto the barricade alongside Huskus, shouting abuse back at the spectators. But the fans were just as quick to jump on them instead…
“Rhea’s gonna kill you… Rhea’s gonna kill you!” The audience chimed together. Out in the arena the atmosphere was really building for what everyone believed was going to be an incredible match.
Meanwhile, backstage chaos was still at full peak. Anxiety was kicking in and I stood back from everyone in silence, I wasn’t entirely sure what to say, what to do. How do I even begin to process what he had said, what was going on? I couldn’t hear any of them now, my brain had turned into a cloud of fog. All I could focus on was a high-pitched alarm going off in the corner of the room, it was flashing on and off with an LED screen that displayed the words ‘ON AIR’.
I’m not sure where it came from, or indeed what bought me back to reality. Maybe it had been that alarm indicating that the show was live, and the production team were now running behind, given that The Judgment Day were still stood in Gorilla arguing with Paul and every member of the backstage crew.
I took a deep breath and proceeded to walk over to the production crews table, picking up a steel chair and launching it across the room into the adjacent wall. The loud crashing sound echoed throughout the room as everyone fell silent and stared over in my direction. Rhea looked so concerned for me as her eyes scanned over my body for any sign of injury or upset. Meanwhile the boys were all far to angry to fully regulate their emotions at that point.
“Enough…” I stated plainly, holding my head up high and slowly walking over towards Triple H.
Rhea, Damian, Finn and Dom all took a step back to allow me to pass by them as I stopped in front of my boss. Security was quick to regroup and reform behind him while Judgment Day stood directly behind me, Dom reached out his hand to squeeze my fingers, desperate to make sure his girl was okay. Though I am sure he himself needed a little grounding too.
“Why?” I questioned Triple H as he readjusted his suit shirt from Damian’s firm grip, making sure to fix his tie where Finn had attempted to throttle him with it.
“Why am I fired? You have to tell me why. You can’t just fire me, walk away and think no one is going to question your decision.” My voice was plain, strong and confident. If I hadn’t been so focused on dealing with the situation in hand, I might have noticed Damian getting a little hot under the collar at his little lady dominating the problems at hand. I may have noticed Finn smirking with pride at the self-confidence I was displaying, or even Rhea with her arms folded and eyebrow raised, she knew full well her girl could handle business.
Hunter cleared his throat as he placed one hand in his pocket and the other over his mouth, wiping the sweat of his chin and taking a breath.
“This company, Y/W/N…has a strict no tolerance policy when it comes to fraternizing with other wrestling companies. You signed a contract young lady; you know the rules…. And you broke those rules. So…” Hunters words sounded almost humorous, like the situation to him was funny.
“What are you talking about!?” I said, frustrated and confused at everything that was going on.
Triple H very quickly got frustrated and ran his hands over his head, taking another sharp breath.
“Look, we don’t have time for this right now. You lot…” He said pointing to Rhea, Damian, Dominik and Finn.
“Get out to the ring, the match needs to start! Liv Morgan is waiting; she WILL BE taking Y/W/N place. GO!!” His voice was harsh, he was not happy, but neither were my loves. I turned on the spot to face them all and smiled.
“Finn, you always told me the show must go on, no distractions. Remember? All of you, go! Kick their asses, Ill fix this, I promise! I’ll see you out there” I held out my hands and they all quickly rushed in, sharing a warm group hug before they made their way out. Rhea turned to look at me as The Judgment Day’s music played out in the arena, blowing me a kiss and offering a half corner smile. She looked over to Paul with a dark glare before making her way
I watched as the monitors showed them all entering the ramp and making their way to the ring, the crowd cheering and chanting their names. But the front row quickly noticed it was Liv Morgan there and not me. And when Samantha Irvin announced Liv would be my replacement, the thousands of spectators were not happy.
And they proved it.
“BOO! BOO!"
"YOU SUCK!"
"YOU SUCK!"
"WE WANT Y/W/N! WE WANT Y/W/N!"
"THIS IS BULLSHIT. . . . . THIS IS BULL SHIT!”
Liv smirked without a care in the world and made her way into the cell.
The cages were locked, the bell was rung.
The War began.
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“Ok!” I shouted facing my manager once more.
“You are back on schedule, the production are happy and the show is running to time again! So, take a bloody chill pill grandad and explain to me what the hell you are talking about?!” I demanded standing in front of Hunter.
He sighed, frustrated by my words and turned on the spot, taking an envelope out from the desk behind him and handing it to me.
“Liv bought this to my attention after your match earlier, just shortly after you and the rest of Judgment Day went back to your locker room, I wanted to discuss it with you, but you were all…….. obviously busy.” He raised his eyebrows as he looked down at me, his tall figure looming above mine as I rolled my eyes at his words and proceeded to open the envelope.
We must have been loud enough for Hunter to hear us!
Tearing open the envelope I pulled out a handful of photographs but before I could take a look a sudden flurry of cheers from the crowd had me distracted for a moment. Both Triple H and I turned our heads to the monitor as Samantha Irvin’s voice ringed through the sound system.
“Joe Gacy has been eliminated!”
Dominik and Damian had managed to pair up while the others fought and with an assisted South of Heaven-Frog Splash Dom had pinned Huskus! A huge grin was plastered on my face as I turned my attention to Rhea who had Howdy pinned in the corner, pounding him with continuous punches to the face. That glint in her eye showed me she was fighting for love and her passion for revenge had completely taken over.
Liv and Nikki were in the midst of a brutal scrap, exchanging punches and body kicks with neither showing any weakness, but my heart burnt deep and heavy. That should be me out there fighting! That is my title shot!
Frustratingly I could also see Rowan had gotten back to his feet after a brawl with Finn, who had been sent over the top rope and into the steel cage. My poor Irish prince was in agony, then within the blink of an eye Rowans giant frame had flattened Damian with a hefty forearm, swiftly followed by a chokeslam to Dom who was now out for the count.
“Dominik Mysterio has been eliminated!”
“Shit…” I whispered under my breath, turning my attention back to the photographs. My heart ached for Dom, I needed to be out there. I need to sort this shit once and for all!
“So, what is this?! What am I looking at?” I demanded taking a closer look at the photos. They were blurry, it looked like countryside landscape, but I recognized something in it. There was a vehicle in them, it was a white transit van, hidden slightly by some large branches hanging from the trees above. On the side of the van in large letters were painted ‘A.E.W’. And there I was, standing at the back looking over my shoulder. I don’t remember any of this though. There’s no denying it was me but… why do I look so…odd? Positioned so strangely? So lifeless? So?...
Then it hit me.
This was the day the Wyatts had snatched me from my run, I didn’t look odd or strange, I wasn’t even conscious!
“I know how this may look H, but I promise you I have no connection to AEW whatsoever! Look…” I pulled the photo out to show him in closer detail.
“Yes, it is me. But look you can see! My eyes aren’t even open and my hands… they are tied behind my back! I know its blurry, clearly this camera man they paid off is shit at his job! Look, I have a long history with the Wyatts, and one I don’t want to bring to light. I made some serious mistakes in my past and I learnt from them. Bray Wyatt helped me see that and, yes I was a firefly. Howdy he, he can’t accept his brother has gone. And we all know when love cannot save you, evil is quick to thrive. This day, this day Finn had me training and I went for a run, the Wyatts grabbed me and took me to this old barn to try and scare me. I didn’t think much of it, Howdy’s always playing games but…..” My voice trailed off into a silent whisper as something caught my eye.
“I never knew…. why… why they….” My voice was broken, barely audible as Hunter rushed to my side looking closer at the photograph in my hands. I was trembling as I only now realized the true ring master behind it all.
There…
in the photograph….
Driving the van.
My shaking finger moved to point at the driver’s seat, a blurry but prominent head of hair was clearly visible and we all knew who it was.
“But.. that’s Liv Morgan?” Hunter questioned, taking the photo from my hands.
“I never knew why they took me that day, it all seemed so strange. But it was, it was all so strange because it was a set up. She planned it right from the moment he set her free. Despite both of us being guilty for that night we took our revenge to far she had always blamed me. She set me up!” My voice more dominant then ever as I turned to face hunter.
“I understand you cannot pull her from the match now, but you have to see this was all a set up! The idiot, she is must of thought the photos being such a poor condition you wouldn’t of taken notice of her in the van when you could clearly see me. I deserve to be in this match, I deserve to fight for that Championship! HUNTER PLEASE!” I was begging him at this point.
Triple H turned his head to the monitor as Samantha Irvin’s voice rang through the arena once more.
“Dexter Lumis and Finn Balor have both been eliminated in a double pin!” Samantha sounded panicked as the referee had opened the door to the cage and Finn and Dexter had come out still swinging for each other, after managing to get one another in a double shoulder down pin. Neither preparing to stop the fight they were still going until they were pulled apart by security and Dominik who was quick to check on Finn.
As Dexter went to walk away he turned back to Finn who was being partially held up by Dominik.
"I can see why you like y/n so much, such soft skin mixed with a vicious tongue. Did you ever wonder where she disappeared to that day? Out on her run?" He smirked at his comments seeing the Irish man shake in anger.
"Had her in the back of the van in a heart beat, the tape over her mouth and hands tied behind her back. Her heart was racing... Oh i really enjoyed tormenting her. Is that what you do Balor? Torment her? For pleasure? I wouldn't mind tying her up again someday, only this time..." Before Dexter could finish his sentence Finn lunged forward delivering a brutal left hook across the foul mouthed dickheads face. The Mercy Buzzard was sent crashing to the floor as he spat out one of his front teeth, looking up at the Irish man in horror.
"Say one more word about her... and i'll make sure you choke on it!" Finn spat out as Dom led him over to their opposing side of the cage, leaving Dex spitting out the blood from inside his mouth.
Rhea rushed to put her hand through the grate to Dom. She looked exhausted and Damian was clearly running on fumes now too.
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“HUNTER. PLEASE!” I threw my hands up to the screens as Liv was setting up her finisher on the witch.
Hunter said nothing, he simply reached over and flicked a switch on the keyboard. He nodded his head to me as my music drowned out the stadium and the crowd erupted into complete chaos.
The lighting scheme changed to full on Judgement Day colors, flashing LED’s and stream spot lights illuminated the runway as I appeared at the top of the ramp.
Inside the first cage remained Damian & Rhea vs Rowan and Uncle Howdy, meanwhile Nikki Cross and Liv Morgan were battling with what they had left in the second cell.
Dom and Finn leapt up at the sound of my music, grinning in delight as they grappled the side of the cell and shouting at the top of their lungs.
I ran at full speed down to the ring, the referee opening the cage door and allowing me entry.
Locking eyes with Liv Morgan she grinned evily and hit her finisher on the witch, pushing her out of the way and to the floor below.
And so there we stood.
A short distance between each other.
“We were friends Liv, we were family...." I said, keeping my eyes locked on hers, "How fast you were to sell me out.”
“I didn’t sell you out" she replied smirking, "I bought in to a new way. You were weak, we could have finished that scumbag off for what she did to you. But no… Y/W/N always breaks on the final hurdle, you were too soft, always had to be the good guy” Liv’s voice was full of spite.
“I wasn’t soft Liv, what we did was wrong. He taught me that, but it seems you never took his lessons to heart. A firefly always….” I tried to reason but she cut me off.
“FUCK THE FIREFLIES!” Liv lashed out grabbing my hair and the fight began.
Blow after blow, swing after swing, punch after punch.
The crowd erupted and their chants could be heard the other end of the city.
“Y/W/N! Y/W/N! Y/W/N! Y/W/N!”
"Y/W/N GONNA KILL YOU!"
We tore each other apart in that ring, destroying every last piece of who we were and what we wanted to be. Nothing was off limit, and we knew it.
Kendo sticks, fire extinguishers, chairs, tables and more. To the point of two broken women standing in front of each other, blood dripping and bruises across every part of the skin. The fans loved it, but they had no idea we were both prepared to destroy each other to secure victory.
Rhea and Damian had Howdy and Rowan on their knees as they both set up for their finishers, taking a quick peek over to my match before sending these two scoundrels back to where they came from.
“RIPTIDE! SOUTH OF HEAVEN! RIPTIDE! SOUTH OF HEAVEN!” The announcement desk was going wild, unable to comprehend the absolute madness of this match.
The rain still hammered down into the arena, dark clouds and lighting lit up the sky. Anyone would have thought WWE had control of the weather at this point.
“1……2…….3!!!!” THE CROWD CHANTED AND CHEERED!
“Erik Rowan and Uncle Howdy have been eliminated! The Judgment Day win the first battle of Hell in a Cell!” Samantha Irwin announced, cheering as she did.
Finn and Dom ran around to the side of the cell I was fighting in, Nikki cross was out for the count on the floor of the cage while Liv had me up against the ropes.
My vision starting to blur as she laid her fist into my face repeatedly before getting off and picking up the Kendo stick by her feet. She swung it into my ribs again and again and again, Blasting any remaining air from my lungs.
Liv then threw the stick to the floor and it rolled to my side. She turned to face the crowd and celebrate, preparing her run up to the ropes for the final Oblivion.
“Y/N! Y/N!” I could hear Finn’s voice coming from behind me. Turning my head I could just make out his silhouette.
“Come on lass, you can do it!” Finn shouted, over the sounds of the crowd.
“Come on my girl! Finish this!” Dom yelled.
From my right I could hear two gentle voices calling out, trying to ground me back into reality.
“Mi Vida, Mi Vida! Por favor, listen to me! You can do this!” Damian’s voice was gentle and full of love.
“Bunny, you are our champion already, now you need to be theirs!”
Rhea was right.
Damian was right.
Dominik was right.
Finn was right.
All those months of training, all those distractions hammered out of me, all that time and focus poured in so i could be dead set on one thing. This one thing.
"Let's finish this" I muttered under my breath.
I dragged myself back to my feet, Liv racing towards me and without a seconds thought I reached over and grabbed the Kendo stick before taking a large swing back and delivering it across her chest.
Liv froze, the pain flooding through her entire body as i drew it back up over my head and began beating it down on her until she was on all fours in front of me.
"Please.... she begged. Please... no.... Y/N, stop... please" She whimpered. I dropped the Kendo stick and taking a handful of her hair i pulled the bitch up to her feet and whispered in her ear.
"You seem to forget Miss Morgan, this isnt the first time I've received a public whipping for bad behaviour" I turned my head over to face Finn and winked.
He desperatley fought back the smirk plastered across his face as i pushed her back and ran for the ropes.
Bouncing off them and running toward her i delivered a strong willed drop kick sending Liv flying across the mat.
It was now or never...
Climbing my way up to the top rope Liv struggled back to her feet and turned to face me. Like a deer in headlights her entire body froze as i towered before her and I jumped high into the air before delivering my finisher, completley catching her off guard.
“Y/W/N/F! Y/W/N/F! MORGANS DOWN, MORGANS DOWN!” The announcement team went wild as I found myself laying next to Liv, she was out and I could see it.
“PIN HER LASS! PIN HER!!” Finn screamed as I reached out, dragging my broken body towards the bitch.
"PIN HER BUNNY!" Rhea shouted as she gripped onto the metal cage keeping us apart, Damian clung one arm tightly around her waist with the other holding on to the ring for stability.
Inch by inch i moved closer before falling flat on top of her.
The referee slid in to the side of us and began to count...
1!!!!
2!!!!!
3!!!!!
The entire stadium flew into a chaotic celebration, with screams, cheers, chants and more! Confetti cannons blasted off down the entire ramp runway and fireworks set off, filling the night sky above.
“She’s done it! Y/W/N has done it! We have a new champion! We have a new champion!”
The referee unlocked the cage door and was thrown backwards and out of the way as Finn, Dom, Damian and Rhea came bounding through tackling me to the ground.
Their smiles, cuddles and kisses were almost enough to block any pain signals my body was sending, instead a flood of emotion took me out in waves as Damian hoisted me up onto his shoulders, parading me around the ring.
Rhea was quick to take Liv Morgan and Abby the witch by the scruff of their hair, sending both women headfirst out of the cell, dusting her hands off and turning away.
“Get out of here, Puta's!” Rhea’s accent had such a way when she spoke Spanish, I could feel my inner core heating up and Damian knew it. He bent down and Dom helped me off, grinning and planting a soft kiss on my lips.
Finn came over, kneeling down in front of me and held out the ‘Women’s World Championship’ belt.
“You did it Lass, our champion” he smiled, standing and pinning the belt around my waist.
Finn put his arm around my neck, waving the others over to join us.
There we stood, a full family hug in the light of the full moon, the rain had eased off and the arena was now lit under the glow of a million fireworks and the love of a million adoring fans. Their phone torches held up in the sky like fireflies.
But no love as true, no love as strong as theirs, as the lovers surrounding me. No Judgment, just love.
Finn leaned in to nuzzle into my neck, brushing the hair from my face as his lips drew close to my ear “I made you a promise Y/N, you are a champion. Our champion…” Finn smiled, “Now, bring on those distractions!”
I did it.
I was their champion.
My skeletons had been laid to rest, my past left behind. The days ahead now filled with love, celebration..... and a million sexual fantasies.
GUYS! Im so sorry, i lost all access to my old account 'MaxHyde' with the many WWE Judgment Day Poly Fan fics i wrote on there!
No matter what i did i couldn't get back into it, it has disappeared off the face of tumblr!
Thankfully i have almost all those fan fictions saved on my laptop so i will be re uploading them to my new account and adding the new ones I've written as fast as i can!
God I've missed you all and this fan fiction fuelled world we live in!
