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call-me-a-simp · 10 months

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puppy domink x puppy reader x the rest of the judgement day wont leave my mind so im now making it your problem. so dom is and reader (ftm again cuz its self indulgent😈) are playing tug a war or fetch or whatever and then reader is horny so they kinda hump on dom and so they are pretty much a pile of hornieness grinding on each other so when mommy!rhea and sir!finn and daddy!damien see them they think its cute and *play* with them too. If you would like to write this i would not complain😉😉

Puppy!trans(ftm)Reader X Puppy!Dom X Mommy!Rhea X Sir!Finn X Daddy!Damian Oneshot (Smut)

"Woof! Woof!"

You and Dominik are outside in the backyard playing together, acting like you're puppies.

"Aw, look at our little babies playing" Rhea says to your other two boyfriends. Damian chuckles and Finn picks up a toy rope.

"Come here, puppy puppy" he lures you. Dom and you come running towards him, stop and sit down like good dogs.

"Good boyis" he praises you in a high pitched voice.

"y/n stay" he says firmer and begins to play with Dom and the rope.

"Auhrgh" you complain. You didn't like having to watch the others play. You get up again and walk towards them, wanting to play too.

"Ah, no no, bad puppy, y/n" Damian warns you and motion for you to go back and sit down again. You do as he says and lay down pouting.

"Come here sweety" Finn lures you again and lets you get one end of the rope. Dominik doesn't really like sharing so he tries to pull it away from you. You play a little tug a war and Dom ends up snatching it from you and running off with it. You sprint after him and jump on his back. There is this tingling in your lower abdomen which you usually only get when you're aroused. As Dom tries to wind free from under you he accidentally brushes against your clothed clit and you feel yourself getting wet. Dom growls, wanting you to get off of him.

"Woof!" you try to get him back to playing with you, trying to ignore the fact that you're horny.

"Grrgh" Dom warns you again and you back up.

"Dom Dom, share your toys, there not all yours" Rhea scolds your partner. He huffs but let's the rope fall down and you play again. He walks over to his partners and lays down at Damian's feet. The man chuckles and leans down to pet his puppy.

"You're a very good boy, don't worry" he reassures him. Dom raises his head again and happily pants. Seeing your partners acting like this together made you even more horny and you run over to get Dominik to play with you again. He runs off, trying to get away from you but you jump on his back again and start grinding.

"y/n no, we don't do this" Rhea laughs. But you ignore her and notice Dominik getting horny too. He whimpers and flips over on his back so you would brush against the bulb in his jeans whilst grinding on him. After just a few seconds you're a horny pile of puppies and when your partners notice they chuckle and decide to release that upbuilt tension.

"y/n, Dom, come here" Finn shouts and you stop in your tracks to look at him before the both of you run over to your owners.

"Good puppies, now go inside, playtime's over" Bálor says. You look a little disappointed but do as he says. Dominik is a little more stubborn but gives in after Rhea admonishes him. Damian leans down to you and whispers "horny huh" and smirks. You bark at him, excited and at the same time a little mad at him for teasing you.

"Naw, you were so good, you deserve a little reward" Damian winks at Finn and Rhea and they immediately understand. Except Dominik, who didn't pay attention cause he was pouting in a corner.

"upstairs babies, come on" Rhea shoos you and Dom. Damian and Finn are the first to go so they can prep some things.

"Dom, don't make me get the collar!" Rhea warns your partner. He huffs and reluctantly makes his way to the bedroom. He grunts as your girlfriend tries to pet him and moves his head away.

"Come on now, if you can't be nice to me you won't get a reward like sweet little y/n here" she says and tousles your hair. You happily lean into her touch and close your eyes, you loved when she did this.

"A reward? Like.. A treat?" Dominik breaks character and surprisedly turns around, looking all too excited.

"Yes a treat if you wanna say so, now be good puppies and go see daddy Damian and sir Finn in the bedroom" Rhea advises her babies. You join your two partners and are greeted by both of your collars and leashes.

"Don't worry puppies, it's not gonna be a punishment" Finn says as he sees the slightly scared and confused look on his small boyfriend. Damian signals for you to sit down and you do, letting him put on the collar.

"Up" Rhea demands and pats on the bed next to her so you and Dom would take place. You hop up and lay on your back, wanting belly rubs. Rhea gives in and you pant happily. Finn takes a lead and attaches it to your collar, Damian does the same to Dom and they tie you to the bed frame. Rhea begins to take off both of your t-shirts and Finn and Damian get to work on your lower parts. Soon you were all stripped naked. Dominik can't hold himself back anymore and breaks character to beg for someone to touch him. Rhea, Damian and Finn exchange looks and decide to let him wait and suffer as a punishment. Rhea takes off his lead and orders him to sit in the corner and watch without touching himself or anything. Damian already began to touch you, making you whine and squirm. Finn decided to take care of his girlfriend and pulled her onto the bed again, pushing her down and kissing her hungryly.

"Aghh yes sir" she moans and reaches over to play with your breast. Finn was rubbing her clit and stroking himself a few times before pushing in, making her moan loudly and tighten her grip on your boob. Damian was licking you as your eyes lock with Dominik in the corner who was desperately trying to follow Rhea's command.

"Nghh daddy" it slips out your mouth before you can think about it and you quickly put a hand over your mouth. Rhea slaps you slightly with the back of her hand and you earn a warning look from Damian. He romoves your hand from your mouth and leans down for a passionate kiss. Dominik was squirming and suffering in his corner, having to watch his partners, especially Rhea and Finn who like it rough in bed, make out so heavily. Damian pushes in an and out of you at a fast pace, hitting the right spot every time until you come with a loud moan.

"Yees good puppy! " He praises and pulls out panting. He looks over at Finn and Rhea who seam to be hurting each other and enjoying it.

"Ah! Fuck yes Mami!" Finn shouts as Rhea hits him and grabs a fist full of her hair.

"Ohh gimme sir!" Rhea moans. Damian smirks and advises Dominik to come over and lick up the mess you made. He doesn't hesitate a second and quickly gets to work. You notice Rhea and Finn getting louder until they also cum. Rhea takes a moment until she turns over and plays with your breasts again, kissing you passionately and leaving hickeys along your neck. Damian decides to overstimulate Sir Finn and takes his cock in his mouth, swirling his tounge around the tip and sucking a little. Meanwhile Rhea was stroking Dominik's dick while he was playing with your clit and pumping two digits in and out of you.

"You two are such good puppies, taking it all without complaining" she growls and kisses you again. Dominik whines. Both you and Rhea knew he was about to cum but she didn't let him, telling him he's gonna regret disobeying her again.

"Ah yes daddy, take it" Finn moans and pulls Damian's head back by his hair, fucking his face hard. You cum a second time on Dom's fingers and Rhea pushes him aside, wanting to clean you up by herself.

"Was that good huh, oh you're such a good little puppy baby" she speaks to you in a high baby voice and rubs your belly. You pant happily and just lay there, enjoying the sight of your four partners.

"Come here Dom Dom baby, it's time you get a reward for being a good pup" Rhea pats the bed in front of her and Dominik get's down on his knees so she could pleasure him. Finn also came a second time in Damian's mouth and they cuddle in bed together, removing your lead and collar and taking you in between them. They praise you, kissing you slowly and affectionate so you could calm down, Finn's hand roaming your body. The three of you look over as Dominik whimpers. All of you grin, seeing how hard your girlfriend was taking him and how difficult it was for him to hold back until she allowed him to release.

"Come on Dom, just do it, I promise I won't let her scold you" Finn chuckles, feeling a little sorry for him. Dominik shoots him a worried look and he nods reassuringly. Dom closes his eyes and cums into Rhea's mouth. She swallows and raises her hand to spank him but Finn holds her back, seeing how exhausted Dom is.

"good boy, Dom Dom. You did a good job pup" Dominik curls up to Damian who puts an arm around him to calm him down.

"Let him be Rhea. He can't take any more plus I allowed him to" Finn says to Rhea. She nods and lays down behind Dom, spooning him from behind. He tenses up a little but she quickly calms him, carefully rubbing his tummy.

"Sorry pup, you did good" she kisses his neck and he relaxes into her touch. On Damian's other side you and Finn did the same.

"You both were exceptionally good today pups" Damian whispers.

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At least I got a oneshot ready for you guys. Sorry again for not posting for so long but like I said, it's a little difficult right now. Hope you enjoy, it's my first time trying to write this puppy kink stuff ^-^'

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ava-cookidouh123 · 2 months

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Retiring?

Hello Tumblr/Wattpad (I’m posting this on both), as you may know my last proper fanfic was back in June with the Sami Zayn x Female Reader story ‘Family Dilemma’. Now originally I had a part 2 planned but I really didn’t want to write it, so I didn’t.

But ever since then I’ve just roamed around, posting on Tumblr here and there, I added a new part to a old Demon Finn Bálor x reader story I’ve been working on (I plan to finish that soon then I’ll probably take my leave of absence) but other than that I just haven’t posted.

I have to admit a few truths first before I continue, so if you’re a wattpad OGer (if that’s a word) back in 2022 I would state multiple times that I was an 11 year old. But then randomly during the middle of 2022, I said I was 13 but made jokes about how I look 11 so I say I am 11.

I need to admit something to you all, and I’m sorry if this ruins ANY friendships I’ve made along the way on this journey, I’m turning 13 in April.

Yes wattpad (and tumblr ig) is for much older people, and I’ve wrote smut (I read it but tbh idc) and I cuss a lot, I’m Australian, so I’m in high school in 7th grade. I would say I’m 11 because I didn’t think anything was wrong with it, until I was like ‘wait, if I say I’m 11 that means I’ll get introuble’, so I’d say I’m 13, I had this plan to say I was 13 until 2025, when I’d turn 14. So I decided to never mention my age in 2023 so people forgot, which I think worked ig-

Again, I’m so sorry for lying to anybody about this, if I’d never of mentioned my age in the first place it wouldn’t of happened.

I joined wattpad as a 10 year old and I’m retiring as a 12 (almost 13) year old. I completely understand if you cut off contact with me or stop reading my story’s, I understand completely.

But now onto the main focus of this post, I’m retiring.

Yes as a 12 year old I probably wasn’t gonna stick to this for long-, I’ve started YouTube vlogging so I’ve been focused on that.

I’m not as famous as say, Mattpat or anyone else who’s retired already, but When I started in December of 2021 as a 10 year old, I wanted to do this forever.

But mid 2022, I kinda got bored, I’ll write a story, stop writing it, write another story. It repeats, but I wanted to get back into this because I have a decent following.

But in 2023…I kinda just silently left, I deleted wattpad (the app), I stopped using tumblr, I found Character.AI and it kind of made me distant myself from writing, especially during the start of the year.

My family went on a 3 month long road trip around Australia and that website was the only thing that fucking kept me sane. I tried writing, I’d do 2 words, 3 minutes later, I’m roleplaying the AJ Lee x Daniel Bryan x Kane x Punk storyline but I’m AJ, + me and Kane get together. So in June I decided to try writing again, I wrote ‘Family Dilemma’ in an hour!, then just left…I’d log in every now and then. One of my mutuals texted to see if I was okay since I wasn’t online for months. I responded a month or less later.

I read through my old ‘Lost in the woods’ or whatever the fuck I called it-, story and I decided that (when I feel like it), I plan to finish that. Then I’ll leave…but if I don’t do that, then this will probably be the last time you ever see me on wattpad/tumblr being fully active.

I’ll make a few appearances here or there but for the most part, I’m retiring…

I’ve been so thankful for all the support on my stories, my mum would support me, I remember getting excited when my Cody Rhodes oneshot story gained over 1K readers!, and then now it had 16K+!

But until later…bye guys!

#I’m retiring #i’m quitting #goodbye all

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luvbotclub · 7 years

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— bubblegum pink. + finn bálor [1]

→ request: ― just a small thing I did!!

→ word count: 4,544

→ content warnings: FLUFFY!FINN. alcohol mention (and use). some swearing. shitty ending. I guess that’s it.

→ note: this is finally done. my suffering is goddamn over. but I’m really somehow proud of this so I hope you all like it! shoutout to some of my friends on Quotev who have seen my work and have complimented it. I’m trying to tackle on more of the wrestler’s head in here instead of the usual where I focus on the reader’s mind, so this may look 100% shitty but i tried ok :’) enough babbling, i really hope you enjoy this!!

→ tag list: @rxvolutionvries, @danbanks35, @trulydarcy

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She walked into the sweaty place with the air bouncing off of her, like a halo was on the top of her messy head and every step she took with her stilettos were worth dying for. He’s the only sober one out of his group, as much as it sounded embarrassing to admit. He never really was the kind who got too wild in parties anyway.

The night after a Takeover is where all the stress and the adrenaline and the tension go with the wind. Where all victories were celebrated on the dancefloor and all the losses were coped in by downing tequila shots and being encouraged by strangers to order the strangest and most expensive drink there is in the bar. Honestly, Finn is still unaware why he’s here in the first place even though being only three hours in into the sweaty ‘fun’. In all honesty he could have been reading a good book right now or just enjoying the small quiet his hotel room reserved or listening to the soft buzzing of the busy street below.

After-night parties were never his thing. He didn’t like how sweaty people would sit next to him and how disgustingly hot their breaths were— it’s understandable that they were being wild and incredulously lewd, but, maybe they can stay away from him and find another shoulder to cry on about how their ex dumped them in front of hundreds of people in the community mall? He just didn’t like being in bars. He’d rather be anywhere but here, really.

Charlotte just had to pick a karaoke bar. Of all bars in this damned place. Now Sami is drunkenly singing “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion with an also drunk Shinsuke providing backup vocals, or so he said. They really weren’t singing, they were just slurring over their words in a horrible attempt to sing. They were hitting the high notes with a couple of voice cracks here and there and Finn swore he went deaf for a second. He was simply staring out of the window of their booth, completely bored and sober and looking at random people with his chin set on the leather cushion when she walked over to the counter and reserved a booth for her and her friends, who were already in the mood to hit the high notes and cause people their eardrums, by the looks in their eyes as they stared at the booths.

A happy glint in her eyes. Air bouncing off of her. A halo on top of her messy head. Each step worth dying for. Bubblegum pink dress gleaming under the soft boom of music and the buzz of lights. Bubblegum pink.

He felt the cushion weigh next to him and saw Charlotte’s blonde head look out the window, too, a goofy grin on her face. “Who are you looking at, my chum pal friend?” she whispered excitedly, as though they were children talking about their crushes in front of their parents. Finn chuckled at her. Obviously she’s drunk— who’d use ‘chum’, ‘pal’, and ‘friend’ all in one sentence? Drunk Charlotte, apparently. “Does my little Finnegan have a crush on a particular someone?”

“She’s not my crush, Char,” Finn rolled his eyes at her, moving his gaze away from the bubblegum pink girl. “Just… she’s kinda cute?”

“Kinda?” Charlotte blurted, as though he said something punishable by death. “Are you fucking blind? Look at her. Don’t give me the ‘she’s kinda cute’ treatment.” She shook her glass and took a sip. “Many men have said that. Many of them are actually in love with the girl. Is ‘she kinda cute’? I don’t think so. If that’s called being kinda cute then the whole damn women’s division here is kinda cute.” She grinned at him again and gave him a subtle wink that made him smile slightly. “Talk to her. Buy her a drink. Maybe make some new acquaintances tonight? You’re gonna be friendless really soon.”

She stood up and walked over to the ‘fun’ and left him with her ringing words. Drunk Charlotte. Why in the fuck would he listen to a drunk Charlotte? Last time he listened to a drunk Charlotte, he almost got his tongue stuck in a shot glass because she said ‘you could get the lime at the bottom’. He was young and naïve and new to the aspects of NXT and victory parties. He learned his lesson then— don’t listen to drunk people. They’re drunk. (Well… duh. Obviously.) They’re practically saying nonsense. Slurred words are not to be taken seriously.

Maybe Charlotte isn’t saying nonsense this time. Maybe he should really talk to her.

Tongue almost got stuck in a shot glass, Bálor. Keep your head in.

He needed new friends.

Fine. Drunk Charlotte won. He’ll be giving her five dollars tomorrow if this night ended well.

Finn finally stood up. It was the only time he stood up this night, unless you counted going to the bathroom to wash his hands every damn thirty minutes and escape the murder of his eardrums. He walked slowly out of the booth, his damned co-workers cheering for him as he made his grand exit— Charlotte might’ve filled them up with the situation already. But it didn’t really matter. How much will they remember in the morning anyway, when their heads are pounding and memories are fuzzy?

He made his way towards her after she talked with the receptionist. Her friends gave him these strange looks like Finn did something wrong— well, not technically. He’s been given these looks like he’s about to do the worst, punishable-by-death kind of thing in his life. He cleared his throat, meaning to actually clear his throat, not to snap the girl’s attention to him. His friends rolled their eyes.

Good job on a first impression, Finn.

He read somewhere while scrolling in Facebook that good first impressions can lead to a good relationship— so in this case, if he and this bubblegum pink girl hit it off and had a friendship, it wouldn’t be so good. He’s not sure, for all he knew the article could have been just another bullshit story in the internet.

Not really sure.

Fuck it anyway.

“Oh, hey,” the girl said, grinning kindly at him.

Angelic voice. Dashing grin. Kind personality. Marry me.

“Hi,” Finn said stupidly, and he mentally slapped himself. He stuck his hand out and she shook it. “I’m Finn. And you are…?”

“(Y/N).”

“What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” he said, and internally groaned for his cheesiness. He’s notoriously known for being the cheesy pick-up liner. His co-workers wouldn’t let him live this down if they ever knew. “I saw you from my booth. You look really lovely.”

“Oh, thank you very much!” (Y/N) answered, smiling from ear to ear at the compliment. “You look very lovely yourself, Finn.” Noticing that she still had friends who were waiting for the booth number, she looked over her shoulder and coughed nervously, “Booth 109. Right around the corner. Can you guys wait for me there?”

With sighs of relief and a few nods, they walked away. One of them, who had a small voice, shouted over her shoulder, “Get laid, (Y/N)!” before turning the corner and disappearing.

“They hate me,” said (Y/N) deprecatingly, later grinning up at him.

“I’m sure they don’t,” Finn assured, giving her a small smile, “you look like someone who’s hard to hate.”

“I’m pretty sure they do, after how many times I said I didn’t wanna go here in the first place,” smiled (Y/N), leaning against the wall. “I mean, it’s just… really noisy and sweaty here? I get the point that you really should be loud here but… I really didn’t want to go.”

Laughing, Finn said, “Same situation with my friends. Is there a celebratory party going on?”

“Yup. Promotion, kinda. One of them has a stable job or some shit. You?”

“Victory and loser party. I hate it there.”

(Y/N) giggled. Snorting, she said, “Victory and loser party? That’s new. I want to try and throw a party like that one of these days.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, scratching the back of his head as he chuckled softly, “my friends and I are wrestlers, you see. The winners from the pay-per-view earlier are gonna be the ones who treat the losers with drinks. Losers pay for the karaoke— but they’re the ones who use it anyway.”

“And how about you? Are you a loser or a winner?”

“Winner,” he grinned.

“Ah, parties…” (Y/N) sighed, resting her head against the cold cement. “I dressed up like this when I really thought about ditching on them.”

They looked at each other with serious expressions on their faces before finally falling into a fit of laughter. Spluttering yet another laugh, Finn said, “Well, I was about to ask you out for a drink but seeing as we both hate it here…”

“Let’s ditch on our friends. I don’t give a fuck about Henry’s emotional speech about his promotion anyway,” she shrugged, walking towards the exit, “and you don’t give a fuck about your victory and loser party.”

And so, they ditched on their friends with suppressed giggles. They ran around Brooklyn in a haste— it was late at night, no one would be really bothered by them, and no one would bother them. It’s just him, her, and the moon that night. Nothing else. It’s just their pounding hearts inside their chests and their pride worn across their chests. Nothing else. Just two sober strangers making jokes and being close to each other. Nothing else. It’s just a black buttoned-up man and a bubblegum pink woman.

Nothing else.

Their close ‘relationship’, it wasn’t anything strange. Or weird. Or misplaced. In a world like this, like theirs— this kind of love is a normal, acceptable, placed thing. Not anything to be judged at. Nor to be looked down upon.

They settled down in a bench near an almost empty McDonald’s. It was late. So late. But the moon still shone as bright as the sun did, their skin gleaming with her peppered kisses of moonlight. But the cars still buzzed as strong as lightning. But their hearts were still pounding loudly in their ribcages.

Her hair’s in a ponytail now, with tiny wisps escaping out of the elastic band. Her dress is still satin and lace and bubblegum pink and shone under the moonlight. She was holding the bottle of vodka in her hand, laughing slightly as she took it out of the paper bag. “Have you ever drank alcohol while being with a stranger before?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I haven’t, but I’d like to try, m'lady,” Finn said sarcastically, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. She rolled her eyes, hit him on the arm, cranked open the bottle, and took a deep drink before handing the alcohol to him. “Have you?” he asked, after taking a drink and they stayed in silence, just watching teenagers stumble their way through their drunkenness and to their homes with bleeding knuckles.

“Hm?”

“Have you ever been drunk with a stranger before?”

“No. But I’m about to.”

“Yeah,” murmured Finn, taking another drink before passing her the bottle and she did the same. “Brooklyn is really pretty at nighttime.” He softly groaned as he sat back and watched the soft city. She looked back at him, eyebrows furrowed in a joking matter as she smiled at him suggestively.

Laughing softly, she said, “Yup” and took another drink before passing the bottle back to him— it’s kind of a cycle. Take two drinks and then give the bottle to the person next to you. “See those skyscrapers over there?” she pointed somewhere far. Behind all the trees and the bars and the empty McDonald’s. Behind all of those, there were mighty skyscrapers standing tall and chivalrous. Built by a person’s hand. How odd. “I want to be like them.”

“You wanna be tall and might?” Finn said jokingly, smiling when she giggled.

“Yup, I want to be tall and might like the skyscrapers, Bálor,” answered (Y/N) sarcastically, looking behind her shoulder and giving him a sharp wink. Luckily the ‘Open 24/7’ neon sign that McDonald’s had was slowly faltering, if it hadn’t been for that she could have seen Finn’s heated cheeks.

“But, no, really.” She sounded more serious now. More formal. “I wanna be like them because I want to look untouchable. Invincible. People can never say bad things to skyscrapers. I want to be like them because I’m exhausted of my unstable life. Fired here, fired there— I’m trying as hard as I can to have a job. Really. It might not look like it but I really am trying. Then I have to see my friends be successful while I’m here trying to be happy for them. I can’t stand to see another promotion party. I can’t stand being completely vulnerable to people’s talk at me.”

Drunk. Slurred words. Droopy eyes. Weird hand gestures.

“I’m not drunk, by the way,” (Y/N) said all of a sudden. She took the bottle in his hands and took another drink. “I’m just… babbling. Haven’t been really able to speak my mind for a couple of days. But it’s kinda strange, isn’t it? I’m jealous of skyscrapers and that probably doesn’t even make any sense right now.”

Finn scoffed playfully. “Oh, so of all things you said to me, you think the strange thing is you’re jealous of skyscrapers but not the fact that you’re practically ranting to a person you barely know?”

“I know you. I know you’re a nerd for almost everything. I know you like convenience store-brand vodka.” She shrugged at that, a goofy grin settling on her face as he stopped staring at the bottle in her hands and started looking at her in disbelief. “But anyways, you’re drunk, right?”

They looked at each other for a moment before grinning. “We’re sober adults, you and me both, (Y/N).”

“You’re right, you’re right,” she said, throwing her hands in the air as a I-give-up kind of gesture. “Wanna wander aimlessly for a little while? Our friends will start to worry in like, a few hours, anyway.”

“More like your friends,” Finn grinned. “Mine are drunk and most probably still singing their fucking hearts out.”

(Y/N) put a hand over her chest, as though she was offended over something he had said. “I did not take you for someone who use swear words. I thought you were a good, innocent boy.”

“I’m not that innocent.”

“Oh, baby, I know,” she gave him a playful wink and they both snickered. Both of them had heated cheeks, Finn’s from her wink and her suggestive remark and (Y/N)’s from the vodka.

“I’ll get you for that.”

“Oh, sure. Race me to the heart of that park over there.” Her pointer finger was aimed at a park a good block away from them. “If you win, I’ll give you my number. If I win, you’ll treat me to McDonald’s. I guess, if we both win you’ll have my number, and I’ll have my McDonald’s.”

And at that, she stood up and began to run down the street. She threw her arms in the air again and screamed out a loud “Fuck!” and continued to run before Finn realized what was happening and decided to get up and follow her— without a care for incoming cars. They were getting tipsy, and now, at this time, cars only dragged along the road every few hours. And now, at this point, they didn’t really care.

What was happening: he’s racing a girl he barely knows. He’s going to treat her to McDonald’s if he lost.

His reward: her number.

The air felt strangely warm. Warm as in the country summers and the apple-picking weeks. Warm as in the sunny days in the beach. It felt foggy. Thick. Every step he took, it felt like parting the atmosphere between them and the bubblegum pink. Every step he took, he felt younger and younger.

He had never been with someone who made him feel young and whole again— who didn’t make him feel like he was obligated to act mature in a completely non-rational situation. She made him feel the opposite. She made him feel like he was meant to do something more in life than travel around the world and do a couple of dropkicks here and there and wrestle his heart out, like he was meant to have space for his heart other than wrestling.

Each step she took, the air radiates off of her. The halo on top of her messy head is glowing as bright as it did hours earlier, when she was sober and acting self-deprecatingly. The ecstasy in her eyes— it never went away permanently. It did, for a moment— when she was talking about skyscrapers. But it never did die. It just… disappeared but stayed there, waiting for a moment to shine in the darkness.

When they both saw multiple gleaming streetlights planted on the dirt, they knew they were nearing their destination. The air is still foggy, thick, parting, warm like the apple-picking weeks. Their steps are in a haste, desperate to get their rewards. (Not him—not that much anyway.) Their hearts are pounding against their chests as loud as a beating drum in noisy parades. Their minds are fogged with nothing but white noise and alcohol filling empty cracks that never needed to be filled.

Finally they entered the mighty gate. The park is still open, even at this time of night. The gravel crunched underneath their feet as they increased speed. Their hands were balled into fists so tight to the point that their knuckles turned white.

“I’m going to get my French fries, motherfucker.”

Her laughter filled the void that even the quiet of his hotel rooms couldn’t. Her smile brought the light he thought he never needed. She— she made him feel something he never thought he would feel. Something he thought he never needed.

“I’m going to get your fucking number.”

It really can’t be.

“We’ll see about that!”

He can ignore it. He’s tipsy. She’s tipsy.

“You can’t fucking beat me!”

The world is practically amazing right now. It’s not true.

Heels scratching on dirt. An arm hitting a pebble. They laid on the ground, both silent except from their soft gasps of breath. Finn smiled.

He. Is. Drunk. He shouldn’t be feeling this way.

The sky, a light swirl of lilacs and blues and pinks now instead of deep blue with stars like diamonds, was spinning. Their heads were pounding and she was still holding the bottle in her hand.

But if she says another word. If she smiles another smile. If he feels young again.

“Fuck.” He was breathing heavily.

Then he’ll admit it. He’ll let himself feel it.

“I never felt that kind of adrenaline since I was a kid.” And with that, (Y/N) sat up. She was smiling at him. And her face is a masterpiece. A painting of some kind. Her emotions were the watercolor that would spread. And as she drunk the vodka again, the beverage stood as her eraser. It removed all her emotions. It removed all the paint on her face. Washed her with a warm cloth. It removed all flaws until her face is bare. Until her face is like a boring, old canvas, waiting to taste some kind of pain, some kind of unbearable serenity, some kind of recklessness.

He swooned. He felt young. He felt like the world, somehow… it mattered. It didn’t spin, it didn’t feel like it made no sense anymore. The way she smiles, the way she talks and the way she was afraid to show her emotion. It made him feel like the world isn’t doing cartwheels anymore, it made him feel like the world finally made sense. He felt a tremble in his chest, a pounding against his ribcage, a small switch flick in his brain. He felt all levels of weirdness. He can’t feel his legs.

Fuck it then. He’s in love.

Not with the city. Not with the sky. Not with the soft grass pressed against his back. Not with the convenience store-brand vodka. But with how her lips curved into a small smug smile, how her laugh echoed in his head as a soft melody, how she filled every corner with her radiating air. With how the halo on top of her head glowed as bright as ever. With how her face looked like a painting, alcohol serving as her destroyer. With how desperate she is to get treated to a McDonald’s that she almost broke her ankle in the process. With how the world seemed so amazing, so pure, so meaningful— sober or not—because of her. With how the bubblegum pink dress gleamed with every move she made. He’s in love. With her.

Does that make sense? Is that acceptable? Is it okay to fall in love?

So many questions. But there’s only one answer. He doesn’t want to know. He just wants to savour this moment, fall in love with someone who he’ll lose soon, get drunk with someone who’s going to lose him, too.

“We should go and get your well-deserved McDonald’s then,” Finn rasped, offering a small wink that made her cheeks blush. “Are you sure your ankle is okay?”

“I’m fine, I don’t need a piggyback ride or anything,” joked (Y/N), which made him roll his eyes and stand up. She stood up, too, after being offered a hand. “But,” she started, as they calmly walked back to the bench and the almost empty McDonald’s and the lamppost, “I don’t mind a piggyback ride from you, seeing how well-built the mighty Finn Bálor is.”

“I promise you a piggyback ride soon.”

“Pssh. Stop that.”

“Stop what?” he questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

“Stop making promises you never really intend to keep.”

Finn looked at her with a bewildered expression, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I have that habit of making promises. I also have that habit of keeping them.”

“People can’t promise you anything.”

“I think, in all thirty-four years I’ve lived through, I’ve picked that up already.”

(Y/N) laughed a glorious laugh. Smiled another light smile. “I guess.” As they both stepped inside the McDonald’s, the smell of cooking meat overwhelmed them. “Apple pie and fries?”

“Apple pie and fries.”

And now they’re back in the park again, sitting on the soft grass with their legs crossed. They looked like children, hungry and lost. They were washing fries down with vodka and choking on their words. She didn’t mind sharing. She didn’t mind him lying down on the grass while he finished the rest of the vodka. She didn’t mind how she opened up about her past relationships. She didn’t mind opening up to him like a book waiting to be read.

“So, that’s the story of how my foot got stuck in a wall.”

“Why kick it in the first place?” Finn laughed, and she shrugged playfully as she clapped the salt off of her fingers. He looked up to the sky. It’s early. 5 AM. He has to leave soon. “We should head back. Our friends might be looking for us.”

“Oh, y—” Her ringtone hit. She fished for her phone in her purse and laughed.

“What is it?” Instead of giving him a verbal reply, (Y/N) turned her phone and made him read the reason why she laughed. Two text messages from Henry, the guy who got promoted.

HENRY — (Y/N), where the actual fuck are you? Aria is drunk off of her ass and had already puked on Oliver’s sweatshirt. (Sent: 5:02 AM)

HENRY — Update on Aria: Slightly sober. Threw up again when Oliver suggested getting seafood. (Sent: 5:03 AM)

“Speaking of friends.” She grinned devilishly and locked her phone. Picking up the plastic bag of McDonald’s on the grass, she smiled at him. They walked back to the bench, to the empty McDonald’s, the skyscrapers. They felt exhausted, like any second they can collapse. Every inch of their bodies are tensed to the point that every move hurt.

The karaoke bar with its shining neon sign and vibrations came to view once they rounded the corner, both engulfed with silence. “Thank you,” (Y/N) whispered, grabbing Finn so they were hidden from Henry and his pack. “Thank you so fucking much. This is the best night of my life. Or morning. Whatever.” They both suppressed a snicker. “Give me your phone.” And so he did, gave her his phone unlocked, not even asking why. After a few seconds, she handed his phone back to him. “There’s my number.”

And suddenly, a shout of, “(Y/N), I know you’re there!” interrupted Finn’s mixed feelings and the small flip his stomach did.

“It’s Henry,” she whispered. “I got to go.”

Before she turned the corner again, (Y/N) grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed her lips firmly against his. The force of it so strong that it almost knocked Finn over. The flip his stomach did repeated, the mixed feelings weren’t so mixed. He only felt one thing and the space in his heart got filled, finally.

He’s in love. He’s not terrified. He’s not doubtful. Only hopelessly in love.

“For so many hours, you made me want to do that to you,” (Y/N) confessed, after pulling away. And there she goes again. Spilling her heart out without a care. He admired that. “And you know what’s crazy? I’m in love with you.”

I’m. In. Love. With. You. Five words that made Finn’s mind explode.

“It’s not crazy.” And that’s true. “Love is love.”

“I guess so.” And with that, she leaned in again and kissed him. Eager but passionate. Soft but rough at the edges. Sweet but poisonous. It felt like the kiss is somehow making him feel everything she felt a few hours ago. Like she was transferring her own emotions, her watercolors, to him— emotionless, a boring, old canvas.

She pulled away. The flow of emotions stopped and he was no longer a watercolor painting, no longer a masterpiece created by her calloused hands and bruised knuckles and fingertips. Winking at him, she backed away slowly. To the road. Away from their fire. Away from their beacon. Away from him.

And with that, the sky turned lilac and bright orange and the sun balanced on the horizon. Birds were flying. The people are awake, ready to start their busy city life once more. The dark yellow cab was waiting for her and the promoted-stable-life Henry and the drunk Aria and Oliver with the puked-on sweatshirt. It was morning.

Her dress swished side to side when she made each step, the satin and lace gleaming under the sunlight. The halo on her head is still glowing, more iridescent as ever. Each step carried a weight that even the cement can’t handle. Each step, the air radiated off of her. And the bubblegum pink dress. Everything had a change of heart but it stayed there. Glowing. Radiating. Still satin and lace.

Still bubblegum pink.

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itsreigns · 4 years

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You Promised

Finn Bálor x Reader

Finn and (Y/N) collide after he did something he promised he wouldn’t do.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

Words: 817

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"You promised you'd never do this."

"No... I promised I'd wait to do this." Finn replies softly, still standing on his knee. The look on my face is breaking his heart, he's afraid I’m leaving him because of this, but he's willing to do everything to change my mind.

"You know how I felt about this whole marriage story and you still did it, Finn!" I shout, angrily, feeling deceived.

"It's been 3 years since we started dating, (Y/N). I've given you the space you asked for. I know how much you were hurt in your past. But, please, come to terms with the fact that I'm not him. I'm not him. You know me." Finn tries to explain.

He can't handle the way his proposal is going, it's breaking his heart. He rises to his feet, the black velvet box still open in his hand, showing me the beautiful and simple engagement ring he had bought for me.

"And you know me. I can't believe you actually proposed to me. After all I told you, after all I asked you to respect... Why did you do it?" I want to say yes so much, but what he just did... it made me relieve all the times with Josh. And it's all it will ever bring to me.

"I respected you, I always respected you! Don't you dare say I didn't." He replies harshly, his features softening a bit after his outburst, but I can tell he's angry but mostly sad. "But what about me? What about what I want? What I need? I can't marry the love of my life? Is that it? Aren't I allowed to have dreams, wishes, too?"

I know he's right. He respected me and my wishes, healed all my wounds for the whole time we were together. There's so much I want to tell him, yet no words come out of my mouth. I’m frozen.

"It just doesn't matter, right? You don't care." He laughs bitterly, closing the box in a loud tud, then turning his back to me, walking away.

"I do! I do care, Finn!" I yell after him, feeling the tears starting to cloud my eyes.

"Do you? Seriously? Because I could never tell!" He snaps, hurt filling his every word. "I'm sorry to be this honest, but ever since we got together, all you ever cared about was how you felt, how much you hurt... You never once thought about how I felt or if somebody had hurt me too..."

Now he left me completely shattered and speechless. Once again, he's right. I was hurting him trying to heal myself. I always put my selfish self above all things, not even realizing I was hurting him in the process.

"Don't you have anything to say?" He shouts, feeling angrier by the second as I’m just standing there like a statue, not saying at thing, just staring at him. "I can see you don't. I'm out of here." He snaps, throwing the box over to the dining table and grabbing his leather jacket to head off.

"Where... Where are you going?" I manage to ask, my voice breaking as a tears start spilling.

"I need some time." He replies dryly, leaving the house right after.

A huge sob leaves my body. I ruined everything. I had the best guy I could ever wish for and I still managed to ruin everything.

I spend the night thinking and thinking, waking up at 7 am. Finn isn't at home yet, but I made a decision during the night. But first a shower.

After the shower, I grab the velvet box from the table and sit in the couch, waiting for him to come home.

30 minutes later, he's home.

"Finn. I'm so glad you're home." I greet him, shyly. "I have something to tell you. I've made a decision."

"You've made a decision?" He repeats after me, a undecipherable look on his face.

"I did." I look down at the box in my hands, making him look down as well. I open the box and grab the ring. "Yes."

"What?" He asks dumbfounded.

"I say yes. I want to marry you." I give him a small smile. He's honestly shocked.

"You what? Are you serious?" He asks hopeful.

"Yes, I am. I've been thinking about it and I say yes. You're not him. You're you and I love you more than anything."

He's kissing me in a heartbeat, his hands in my cheeks, mine in his waist. Yes, this is where I belong.

"I love you so much." He says, looking a bit emotional, pecking my lips right after.

He takes the ring from my hands, slipping it slowly through my finger.

"You couldn't just say yes when I asked you, could you?" He laughed, pulling me for another kiss.

"I said yes, didn't I?" I chuckle, hugging him tight.

"You did, love. You did."

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traaaaaassh · 5 years

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All Too Familiar Finn Balor x Reader One-Shot

Summary: A makeup artist for the WWE is asked to handle a big job. It doesn’t help that she’s hopelessly in love with her client.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1622

Author’s Note: Hi! I wrote this today in honor of Wrestlemania! This is my first one-shot attempt, my first time writing for the WWE, and my first time writing a reader insert piece. Any commentary is welcome! I want to start taking requests for WWE star oneshots and imagines, so if you have them, send them my way!

“So…” Alexa Bliss delivered a wicked grin, “Who are you going with to Hall of Fame?”

I chuckled, blending a bit more contour onto her cheeks, “I don’t even know if I’m going. The event isn’t really for the girls who do makeup.”

“Oh please,” she scoffed, “I know who you want to take, you’re just scared.”

“Alexa-”

“Y/N, if you don’t ask him, I am going to have to use my endless power as the host of Wrestlemania to make it happen.” She was smug.

Just as she finished, I spotted him. He was wearing his black trunks and a hoodie.

“Alexa, hush. He’s right over there,” I warned.

She whipped her head around quickly, making me regret my warning, “Finn! Get over here!”

I turned back to the various palettes I had laid out on the table.

“‘Ello,” I could hear the smile in Finn Balor’s voice.

“And how is my favorite soon-to-be-again Intercontinental Champ?” Alexa was so good at making things happen, and I knew she was set on this.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to Y/N about that…” Finn trailed off. I turned around, hoping the blush on my cheeks wasn’t too bad.

“Hi Finn.” I whispered. Alexa looked at me with wide eyes, encouraging me to say more. Shit I am blowing this. “What can I help you with?”

“Well, I want to bring Demon Balor to Wrestlemania but the girls who used to do the makeup left the company a while ago. Was wondering if you could help me?”

Alexa smiled big ust over Finn’s shoulder

“Sure,” I agreed, “Let’s talk business.”

“How about tonight after Raw? Maybe over a drink?”

Alexa looked like her eyes were going to pop out of her head, I’m sure I did too.

I agreed to meet Finn later and he left without another word.

“You are going on a date with Finn Balor!” Alexa squealed.

“It’s totally not a date, Lex. He just wants help with his paint.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are naive.”

The next two weeks passed quickly for the company. When I wasn’t helping other wrestlers with makeup and hair, Finn sat with me and a sketchbook, trying to perfect his demon paint. We ate our meals together, looking at pictures of Demon Balor from previous matches and pictures of the demon king from Irish lore. My phone was full of texts and pictures of ideas from Finn. The awkwardness of our previous encounters had completely disappeared.

Alexa demanded updates about my relationship with Finn, but I always told her there wasn’t much to tell. I was just helping him with a project and we worked long hours to make it happen.

“Hey, Picasso!” Finn called down the hall at me. I wrapped up the last of Sasha’s look for a promo and sent her on her way. It was Friday before Wrestlemania, NXT Takeover was happening a state away and everyone was in the MetLife Stadium preparing for the largest sports entertainment show of the year.

“Balor, how nice of you to show up,” I smirked. We planned on doing one, and only one, test run of the paint on his body. I had begged him to let me practice more, but he insisted I would get it right the first time.

“Sorry, love, got caught up in the gym with Rollins,” My heart skipped a beat at his nickname for me. He smiled, “Needed a shower, figured you wouldn’t want me all sweaty for you.” Oh I do.

“Well, you’re here now,” I swallowed hard, trying to shake the image of a hot and sweaty Finn Balor in front of me. As I had my back turned to him, grabbing the paint, Finn shed his shirt and sweatpants. I turned back to him to see him sitting in just his trunks. I bit the inside of my cheek.

With a shaky hand, I started outlining the black streaks down his chest to his abdomen.

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t bite,” Finn winked.

From: Finn: pick you up in 10 minutes :)

“Alexa, I’m freaking out and can’t get my eyeliner even. I look like a panda.” I whined.

“Y/N, you do makeup for a living. You look great,” she joined me in the bathroom, practically floating in her pink gown.

“I’m freaking out, I don’t go to these things. I get people ready for these things,” I frowned.

“You are going to Hall of Fame with Finn Balor. You have had a crush on him for months. You are going to go, have a few drinks, and have a great time.” She grabbed me by the shoulders.

With minimal arguing and worrying, I let Alexa lead me down to the lobby where Finn promised to wait.

He was seated in an armchair by the fireplace, looking at his phone.

“Hey, Mr. Abs, I got your hot date for you,” Alexa shouted in his direction from the elevator, pushing me into his direction.

Finn stood promptly and looked at us. He smiled widely, practically beaming.

“You look…” He wrapped me in a hug, “Amazing.”

“You look pretty great too,” I reciprocated. I took a longer look at him, he was wearing a very simple tuxedo, slim black pants and a fitted suit jacket.

“I’m just glad my suit matches,” He chuckled, staring down at my red gown.

Finn took my hand in his and led me to the waiting car, where Alexa and other stars were waiting.

“I could not have asked for a better date tonight,” He smiled before opening the car door.

“So, Finn, can you tell me a little bit about what we can expect from the Demon King tomorrow?” The reporter on the red carpet pushed the microphone into his face.

“Just know, he wants to win. And he always gets what he wants.” Finn smirked mysteriously before grabbing my waist and walking further down the carpet.

“Always gets what he wants, huh?” I snorted.

“Always, love,” Finn winked at me.

“Well, that was something else,” I sighed, walking out of the Barclays Center after Hall of Fame. Finn nodded in agreement.

“And tomorrow is a big day,” I commented, hoping he would speak this time. Since we sat in our seat in the stadium, he hadn’t said a word. He nodded again.

“Do you want to walk back to the hotel?” I asked, “It isn’t that far, like a twenty minute walk.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and kept walking, signalling his agreement again.

Even though it was April, New York was chilled at night. As we walked, passing closed buildings and dimly lit bodegas, I shivered. Finn stopped us in our tracks and slid his jacket off, handing it to me. I graciously accepted and put it around my shoulders.

“Guess I didn’t think this whole walk through,” I laughed, reveling in the warmth the jacket provided, and the strong smell of cologne that hung to it.

“Well, I can’t have my girl freezing on me,” Finn smiled, pulling me closer than before, “Besides, who would paint me up tomorrow if you get pneumonia?”

I slapped my hand to his chest, rolling my eyes, “You don’t need the demon to win.”

“No, I don’t,” He ushered me across the street, “But it gave me an excuse to talk to you.”

My heart skipped a beat, but I put on a brave face.

“Oh, please, like you needed an excuse.”

“Are you kidding?” He laughed, “Gallows and Anderson were going to kick my ass if I didn’t talk to you. There were tired of hearing me talk about you.”

“Talk about me?” I looked at Finn and then back at the street seeing our hotel in the distance, and the cameras and fans waiting outside. Finn followed my eyes and pulled me into an alley.

“I have been watching you for months,” He paused, “That came out wrong. But, I have liked you for a while now. And Gallows and Anderson would have to listen to me go on about how pretty you are and how sweet you are. So they got sick of my shit and told me if I didn’t talk to you they would make me.”

I smiled, this sounded all too familiar.

“Finn, can I tell you a secret?”

He looked at me, expectantly.

“Alexa has been trying to get me to talk to you for months… The day you came to me about painting for Mania she was threatening to use her host powers to get me to talk to you.”

Finn laughed.

“Well, since we can admit that to each other,” Finn took a step closer, pressing me against the brick wall behind me. My breath was caught in my throat. I was suddenly aware of all of the places Finn was touching me, my waist and the top of my arm were on fire.

“Finn,” before I could say another word Finn pressed his lips to mine, gently at first. His hands moved to the back of my neck and pulled me close. We separated for a moment and dove back into each other passionately.

Time passed slowly and quickly all at once, and after a while we parted. By the light of the streetlight on the road, I could see that some of my lipstick had tinted his lips.

Finn sighed,“I would take you back to my room, but-”

“Mania is tomorrow, you need rest,” I smiled.

He planted another kiss on my lips.

“But, after Mania, you and I have a very important date.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mr. Balor.”

Finn squeezed my hips tightly.

“I like the sound of that.”

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inagetawaycarxo · 6 years

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How about 10. mistaken for porn stars. with...I don't know him, but the hot Irish wrestler dude?

#10 mistake for porn stars

Summary: Finn and you encounter a fan, who well mistakes you for porn stars, Finn doesn’t really notice the mistake until you point it out to him.

WARNINGS: mistaken for porn stars, fluff, and prob trash.

Word Count: 600 +

A/n: I apologize this took forever.

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You let out a yawn, as Finn opened the car door for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You hummed, as the both of you’s got your luggage out of the boot of the car.

“Only for ya.” Finn spoke, winking at you, as a shut the boot.

“I’m so tired.” You yawned, as the two of you’s walked up to the hotel. Wheeling your suitcases behind you.

“Too tired to have a little fun?” Finn asked, smirking at you, as he opened the hotel door for you.

“Mmm, as tempting as that sounds, I’m tired, and my whole body hurts, the only thing I’m going to do in that hotel bed is sleep.” You whined as the both of you’s stopped at the reception desk.

Turning around to face him. Finn let out a chuckle, letting go of his suitcases, to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closed to him.

“I could always give ya a massage, be ya, personal masseuse.” Finn smirked, his eyes wandering to your lips.

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.” You hummed, letting go of your suitcase, to wrap your arms around his neck.

Finn let out a hum, as he lowered his head, his lips touching yours softly, Finn let go of your waist, his hands cupping the side of your face, as he deepened the kiss.

“Oh my god, it is you’s, I can’t believe this.” A loud voice screeched, making you and Finn pull away from each other. Both of you’s cursing. The both of you’s turned to face the person who was shouting.

“I can’t believe it’s you two, I’m a huge fan.” The middle-aged man exclaimed.

“Thanks.” You and Finn responded.

“You’s two are defiantly my favourite porn stars.” He gushed, his cheeks tinting red.

“Yeah.” Finn laughed, clearly not hearing the porn star bit, unless he misheard him, but you didn’t. Your eyes widened in shock, as the guy continued to ramble on.

“Your moves are phenomenal.” The man gushed.

“Thanks, man.” Finn chuckled, as you continued to look shocked.

“I wish I could talk some more, but I have to go, it was a pleasure meeting you’s in real life.” The man spoke, wining at you then at Finn, making you cringe.

“Pleasure’s all ours.” Finn spoke, making you dig your elbow into Finn’s side.

“Ow.” Finn grunted as the guy walked away. Finn stood in front of you.

“What was that for? He was nice.” Finn spoke, rubbing his side.

“Really, I can’t believe you got us mistaken for porn stars.” You sighed.

Finn furrowed his eyebrows, in confusion.

“Huh?” Finn muttered, still looking confused, while you let out a sigh, rubbing your forehead in frustration.

“He mistook us for porn stars, Finn, then he proceeded to say he loved our positions, not our moves.” You spoke.

“Nah, maybe you misheard him, he said he loved our wrestling skills.” Finn spoke, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh god, not that kind of wrestling baby.” you responded, as it suddenly dawned on Finn what the man said. His eyes going wide.

“Oh.” He gasped out, making you let out a laugh.

“You’re adorable.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips hovering above his lips.

Finn thought you were going to kiss closing his eyes in anticipation.

“Well, this porn star is going to get the room keys.” You spoke, making Finn opening his eyes, you unwrapped your arms giving him a wink.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Finn groaned as you turned around to the reception desk, just as the receptionist came to the desk…

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wweimaginewonderland · 7 years

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Date night with finn would include:

-Him taking you out to a really fancy restaurant

- Then afterwards you go on walks on the beach and streets in town

- Him taking you to all the stores in town and buying you small gifts

- Going back to the hotel with him

- Taking a shower with him and letting him was your hair

- Him giving you one of his shirts to wear to bed

- Watching movies while snuggling with him in bed

- Him giving you light kisses on your forehead, nose and lips

- Falling asleep in each other arms

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wweimagineandedit · 7 years

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Celebrate This..Properly - Finn Balor x Reader (Part 2)

AN- Part 2 was requested so, enjoy! Read part 1 here!

Summary:- You and Finn go back to the hotel fresh from getting engaged during your match on Raw. Finn decides he wants you to celebrate the engagement properly, so thats exactly what you do.

Warnings:- Smut, Swearing, Fluff

Word Count:- 1,209

Finn held my hand the entire car journey to the hotel, looking at the ring on my finger ever now and then and not being able to stop himself from smiling. When we arrive at the hotel, Finn grabbed both of our bags out of the car as I went to check us in.

We got into the hotel room and Finn threw our bags onto the spare bed. “Hey!” I laugh. “My wrestling gears in there!” He turns and shoots me that adorable smile, before walking over to me and scooping me up in his arms, bridal style. “It’ll live, and if it doesn’t, you can wrestle in one of my shirts.” He chuckles, carrying me over to the other bed and placing me down gently, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

He stood up and I shuffled up the bed so I could rest my head on the pillows. As I’m looking at my ring in awe, I’m suddenly distracted by Finn stood at the end of the bed taking off his shirt so he’s stood there in just his black sweats. I drink in the sight of him shirtless, every toned muscle and crevice of his perfect body that he worked so hard for.

“What you staring at darlin’?” Finn blushed as he crawled up the bed toward me.

“You” I smile.

Finn opens my legs to kneel between them, rocking back on his heels to give me the perfect view of him.

“What, this?” He says looking down at his body. I lean forward to run my hands up and down him, kissing from his collarbone down his chest. He closes his eyes, breathing heavier from the effect of my touch. “Exactly that” I murmur against his body, the vibration from my voice causing him to shiver.

I knew how much he loved having me kiss down his body, and I knew it would have the desired effect. Finn pulled my black tank top over my head, pushing me back down to lay on the bed. He leaned forward and I wrapped my legs around him as planted a passionate kiss on my lips, and I feel the familiar fireworks I’d always felt kissing Finn.

I feel his body press against my now bare upper body, and instantly I feel wetness pool between my thighs, and my breath catches in my throat. Finn’s kisses begin to become more rough and sloppy, and I felt his bulge start to push against my cloth covered pussy. Finn kisses down my neck, trailing kisses down my body. I arch my back so that he can unclasp my bra, and shrugging the straps off my shoulders he tosses it to the side.

He takes one of my nipples in his mouth and starts to nip and suck at the sensitive skin, massaging my other breast with his other hand. He then kisses right down the middle of my body, to below my navel, hooking his fingers around either side of my waistband, slowly pulling down my leggings and panties at the same time. He tosses them to the side and kisses the inside of my thigh, sending shivers up my spine.

Finn starts to tease me with his tongue, licking a stripe up my slit. I grab the back of his head and force it into my pussy, and he instantly shoves his tongue inside me, causing my to let out a staggered moan. He runs a hand up my body, and brings it back down to slide a finger into my pussy. I moan loudly, the sensations of his tongue and fingers working together pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

He pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy as he sucks on my clit. “Fuck, Finn don’t stop!” Finn happily obliges, planting sloppy kisses over my pussy as I reach my high. Finn saunters back up my body, planting a hard kiss on my lips, his tongue dancing with mine as I taste my juices all over him.

I run my hands down his body, feeling him tense beneath my touch once more. I slide a hand into his sweats, gripping his rock solid member, making him gasp. I start to tease him, running the tip of my thumb over his head, which was covered in pre-cum.

“You’re such a tease (Y/N)” He growls before standing up to remove his sweats, letting his member spring free. I let out a small whine of desperation, longing to have him inside of me.

“What’s the matter baby?” he smirks, slowly jerking his huge dick. “Don’t like being teased?”

I shake my head vigorously. “No baby” I open my legs wider to give him a perfect view of my dripping wet pussy.

He bites his lip and drops back down onto the bed, crawling back to me. I feel his tip at my entrance, Finn leaning forward onto his forearms so only his head was inside me. “Really? Does teasing bother you babygirl?”

“Ye-“ I’m stopped mid-sentence by Finn slamming his dick all the way inside me, and I let out a loud moan. “Fuck!” I cry.

Finn picks up a rhythm, fucking me slowly and deeply at first, allowing me to feel his muscles ripple against my body. I wrap my legs around his waist and grip his biceps, lowly clawing down them as he started to pick up pace. Finn starts to fuck me harder and faster, both of us moaning loudly. Using all of my strength, with my legs wrapped around Finn I flip him over, so I’m on top of him.

He leans back in the pillows, drinking in the sight of my naked body on top of him. “Fuck, (Y/N)” he breathes. I start to roll my hips back and forth, causing Finn to groan. “What the matter baby?” I mimic Finn “Don’t like being teased?” Finn closes his eyes and chuckles slightly.

“I was asking for this, wasn’t I” he purrs in his smooth Irish accent.

“Yes, you were” And with that I start to bounce up and down on his dick, coming up so It was only his tip inside of me before crashing back down onto his length.

He gripped my hips as I rode him faster. “Shit (Y/N) don’t stop, I’m gonna cum” Finn moans. I oblige and continue to ride him, feeling my walls clamp down around him as I feel the familiar sensation running through my body.

Finn and I both let out loud moans as we cum together, him shooting his load inside of me and me cumming all over his dick. I make sure to stay on top of Finn until every drop of his cum is definitely inside me.

I roll off him and he wraps an arm around me kissing my forehead. I cuddle into his side, resting my left hand on his chest. He plays with my hair with the arm that’s around me, and picks up my hand that’s resting on his chest, kissing my fingers before admiring the ring on my finger.

I look up at him and he smiles.

“What?” I smile back at him.

“I’m looking forward to getting this for the rest of my life”

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inagetawaycarxo · 6 years

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Secrets & Lies • Seth Rollins + Finn Bálor

Summary: Bálor finds out your very much alive and Seth vows to protect you, while Bálor vows to do anything to get you back.

WARNINGS: territorial shit, this is trash tbh.

Word Count: 512

A/n: this was meant to post this on Wednesday but oh well. Kind of got inspo from those blue contact lenses that Seth wore. This is just trash tbh. Anyways if you want to be tagged in any fics just message me.

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Seth gripped Bálor's shoulder hard, his claws digging into Bálor's skin.

"Leave her alone." Seth growled, making Bálor chuckle darkly.

Bálor turned around to face the alpha, making Seth's claws dig deeper into his skin, not that Bálor cared.

Bálor smirked, grabbing Seth's wrist and yanking it out, and bending it back until he heard a snap, Bálor let go of Seth's wrist, grabbing Seth's throat.

"Listen, you fleabag mutt, she's mine, not yours mine, so why don't you do me a favor and get out of my way." Bálor growled, tightening his grip on Seth's neck.

"Was yours, and as long as I'm alive and breathing, you'll never have her Bálor." Seth shouted.

Bálor smirked at Seth, lifting Seth up by his neck, and throwing him, making Seth hit a tree.

Seth let out a growl, crunching up leaves and sticks in his hand, Seth lifted his head, his eyes glowing blue.

"She's mine." Bálor growled, walking closer to him.

Before Seth could get up, he heard a familiar voice saying his name.

Seth quickly got up, pinning Bálor to the tree, catching Bálor by surprise.

"If I ever see you again, I won't hesitate to rip you into pieces." Seth threatened, giving Bálor the death glare. Growling at him, Bálor let out a dark chuckle.

"I'd like to see you try. I'll get her back, she'll be my queen again." Balor snarled, pushing Seth off of him. Bálor gave Seth a smirk before he slowly disappeared...

"Seth." You yelled, shining the flashlight all over the place. Gulping as you walked further into the woods.

You knew you were meant to stay at the campsite like Seth told you to, but you were getting bored and you were kind of scared being all alone at the campsite. Maybe you shouldn't of went off looking for him, cause now you were starting to regret it.

"Seth." You yelled again, stopping in your tracks as you heard the sound of footsteps behind you, you gulped, your heart thudding against your chest, as the sound got closer. You quickly turned around to see a dark figure.

"S-Seth." You stammered, closing your eyes tightly, as the figure came closer.

You let out a loud scream, as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Sh, hey, it's just me." Seth cooed, making you open your eyes.

"Thank god." You gasped out, wrapping your arms around his waist, laying your head against his chest.

"I thought I told you to stay at the campsite." Seth sighed, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

"I know, it's just I got bored, and well it's scary being alone there, also I missed you." You spoke.

"What am I going to do with you?" Seth joked.

"Stargaze with me?" you asked, smiling up at him, as he smiled down at you.

Seth let out a chuckle, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Come on sweetheart, let's go stargazing." Seth spoke.

You let out a giggle as Seth picked you up bridal style, making you let out a giggle.

Unbeknownst to you or Seth, you didn't notice that something was watching you and Seth in the shadows and that something was Bálor...

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itsreigns · 6 years

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Perfection

Finn Bálor x reader

Fluff/Smut

(y/n) and Finn see each other at a BBQ that the whole roster attends. Everyone sits around a fire sharing funny stories. (y/n) and Finn quickly become interested in each other, as the others notice.

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It’s Saturday, a chilly yet sunny one. Today, a giant BBQ is taking place, organized by WWE to promote socialization and friendship, and pretty much the whole roster will be attending it, whether it’s NXT, Raw or Smackdown, wrestlers or announcers.

You just arrived at the location, and damn, the place is crowded already. You spot some familiar faces among the crowd, and a cozy fire to warm up the evening sitting in the middle of it, some wrestlers already chilling around it.

You spot your friend Bayley there, so you head her way, waving at her in distance. She finally sees you and waves back, smiling.

“Hey girl!” She greets, smiling widely, as she pulls you down to sit next between her and Finn. You never really talked to him, just the basic greetings, but he seemed nice.

“Hey girlie!” You greet her back, sitting down. “Hi Finn.” You say, sounding shier than you intended.

“Hi (y/n).” He replies, smiling widely, his sparkling blue eyes locking on your brown ones. You stood like that a couple of seconds, until Bayley knocked you out of it.

“What took you so long?” She started, poking your chest playfully.

You spent almost half an hour talking to Bayley, up until she decided to go to the bathroom and left you alone, well not alone, lonely. And that was when Finn decided to speak to you.

“So, what are you up to?” He asks, clearly intending to start a conversation with you.

“Eh, not much, just the usual: traveling, training, crossfitting, interviewing, announcing… You?” You shrug it off, grinning, then turning to face him.

“Well, same, except that interviewing part. Replace that with wrestling and we’re good.” He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. “But what I meant was besides our jobs. What do you do?”

“Oh. Sorry.” You mumble, feeling slightly stupid for not getting what he meant. Way to play a fool of yourself. “I… I like to listen to music and going to concerts, for one. And have lazy days and movie nights at the coziness of my home.”

“That makes two of us.” He acknowledges, once again smiling.

You and Finn sat there talking, getting to know each other, during the whole evening. Sharing experiences, funny stories, scary stories… You got along so well, it was unbelievable. Neither of you actually noticed how fast the time flew by.

Sasha and Bayley even sent you a questioning look, followed by a smirk. Those two were already planning some sort of movie on their minds for sure. Even Sami shot a knowing look at Finn. Even a blind person could see how into each other the two of you were. It was that palpable.

From that day on, you and Finn grew closer and closer. You texted each other every day, even FaceTimed. And damn, the sexual tension, the flirting, the sexual innuendos were just being too much to handle on the past few weeks.

Today, Finn invited you for one of those movie nights you both enjoyed so much. You couldn’t bring yourself to say no, because only God knows how much you want to be with him and spend time with him.

You dressed casually and comfortably: a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. You offered to bring some popcorn or a pizza, but Finn refused, saying he had everything under control. You laughed, but deep down, seeing how dedicated and adorable he was, made your heart flutter.

You had barely knocked on the door when Finn opened it. He didn’t want to seem desperate or over anxious for your arrival. And you didn’t think so, you actually found it very cute, even more because you were literally the same.

“Hi!” He greets excitedly, stepping aside to let you in.

“Hey, I hope I’m not late.” You say softly, getting inside his apartment. He had tons of Lego sets, even a couple of boxes with some still unopen, a couple of pics hanging on the wall. You were still taking in the details of his apartment, when he snapped you out of it.

“Of course you’re not late.” He rubs the back of his head, smiling nervously. “Uh, you go sit down on the couch, I’ll grab the popcorn and a soda… or water? Yeah, you probably want water.” You start chuckling at his rambles, and he stops to gather his thoughts for a few seconds. “Or I’ll just bring both. And I’ll be right back.” And with that he disappears into the kitchen.

You took the opportunity to make yourself comfortable, sitting down on the couch and taking off your shoes, then pulling your legs on top of the couch. After a while, Finn finally appears carrying a cup of popcorn and two bottles of water and two cans of soda, and a black blanket tossed over his shoulder.

He smiles and then settles the drinks and popcorn down on the small table in front of the couch. Then, he sits down next to you, mirroring your previous actions, but crossing his legs instead, and after, places the blanket over the both of you.

“So, you can choose the movie.” He offers softly, as he gets settled.

“Okay, sure.” You smile, taking the remote from his hands.

As you were scrolling down the movie’s list on his TV, he was scrolling down his Instagram feed after posting a pic, and when he was done, he resettled himself, somehow ending up touching your foot’s palm and you yelped, letting out a chuckle. You were very ticklish.

“Good to know that you’re so ticklish.” He chuckles, but couldn’t dismiss the teasing hint in his tone.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?” You smirk, stopping your actions and turning to him, giving him your full attention. The sexual tension is thick and tense in the air right now.

“I don’t know, it might be a valuable information in a close future.” He grins widely, turning his whole body to you.

“Oh is that so?” You purr, kneeling down on the couch and leaning towards him. “How close are we talking about?”

“Very… Very close. Apparently.” He mutters, swallowing hard at your advances, somehow surprised. Enjoying his awkwardness, you move back to your first position. “Or maybe not.” He mumbles, indecipherably.

You grab the remote again, continuing your task, and obviously, pretending to be unbothered by what just happened. He stayed quiet and lost in thought for a while. Until he finally snapped out of it.

“Oh fuck it.” He mumbles right before he leans in, hooking a finger under your chin, and presses his lips to yours rather softly.

You easily respond to his kiss, melting down to his touch instantly. He pulls your body down on the couch, gently hovering over you as he kept kissing you.

“What about the movie?” You mumble against his lips, not exactly sure why you even brought it up. He stops the kiss, looking at you confused. “Forget it.” You snap quickly, hooking a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss.

“We can watch the movie if you want.” He mutters, breaking the kiss and trying to control his breathing. You could feel his hard-on pressing against you, and the movie was the last thing on your mind right now.

“Fuck the movie, Finn.” You chuckle, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. “No, I’m sorry.” You apologize, confusion filling his features. “Fuck me.”

That request switched something on him. Even though you were clearly on the same page and meaning the same with those innuendos, saying the exact words meant something to him. He starts removing your sweatshirt, biting his lower lip in anticipation.

He growls lowly when he notices you’re not wearing a bra. He tosses your sweatshirt near his own, his hands instantly caressing your boobs and pinching your nipples. Now you were the one biting your lips in anticipation. You couldn’t wait to feel him fully.

“Oh, c’mon, Finn…” You whine in desperation. You’re feeling his erection against you, you’re so wet that it’s getting uncomfortable and man, no foreplay is needed honestly, there was so much buildup.

“What, love?” He whispers as he peppers kisses down your collarbone and chest.

“You know what.” You reply, failing to dismiss your eagerness. He stopped his actions to face you, urging you to explain. “I need you, Finn. All of you. Right now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In under a minute, he stripped you off your leggings and panties, and he got rid of his own sweatpants and underwear. He starts kissing down your body and you knew damn well what he was about to do. And even though, you’d love to have him do it, you needed him.

“Finn, don’t. I need you inside.” You plead, running your fingers through his hair, as you feel his hot breath grazing the inside of your thighs.

“But love… I want to make this last…” He confesses, pouting softly.

“We have the whole night.” You wink, smiling down at him. He loved that idea, the grin he had plastered on his face gave him way. He lightly bit the inside of your thigh, before trailing kisses up your body, until he finally reaches your lips and kisses you deeply.

He strokes himself a couple of times, before pushing inside of you. The sight in front of you had you drooling, and your heart fluttering. You had no doubt you could easily fall madly in love with this man. And damn, you’re sure you’re already halfway through.

He starts thrusting into you, slowly at first so you could adjust yourself to him. He picked up a steady rhythm. One that allowed you to keep kissing and caressing each other’s bodies, savoring the moment.

You groped his ass a couple of times, also running your hands up and down his thick back. He gradually starts picking up a faster rhythm, as you both approached your peaks.

Neither of you spoke. The only thing hearable in the room was your moans, his growls and the sound of your skin slapping against each other. It was all so intimate, and sexy. You feel like you’ve known him… his body, for ages.

He kept thrusting into you, as he nips on your skin, leaving marks everywhere. You’re sure you’re leaving marks on him as well, so you’re even.

A couple more minutes later, you both came, shuddering and cursing, riding your orgasms out. That was the more intense sex you’ve ever had, that much you’re sure.

When you both calmed down, he got off you, and picked up the blanket from the floor. He laid behind you, and pulled the blanket above the both of you. Then, he pulled you to him by wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“Movie now?” You chuckle, leaning up and placing a kiss on his jaw.

“Post-sex cuddles and a movie? Sounds like perfection to me.”

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wweimagineandedit · 7 years

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Finn knowing how much it turns you on when you see him in his attire, and he decides to tease you at the beginning of his match.

“What’s the matter darlin’? You gettin’ all frustrated?”

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wweimagineandedit · 7 years

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Finn Balor x Reader

Summary :- You and Finn have been dating for a while. You’re about to make history as one of the first inter-gender matches of the New Era, but neither you nor Finn can focus entirely on the match…

Warnings :- Fluff, mentions of cheating

Word Count :- 1,431

AN - This is literally just something I dreamt up last night, so let me know what you think. Should I do a part 2 of when they get back to their hotel if you get when I’m saying? *Wink wink nudge nudge*

I always got nervous before I wrestled. Always. No matter who it was. But this? This was whole new level of nerves. This was one of the first inter-gender matches the WWE had put on in a very, very long time, and of course they decide to put me on with my boyfriend, Finn Balor.

Finn and I had been dating for a while now, coming up to 3 years a week before Wrestlemania. I met Finn in one of the Dojo’s in Japan so many years ago, when we were both honing our craft. We clicked instantly, going on a few dates here and there but never really taking anything to seriously, as we knew our time together was limited – since I was returning to the UK whilst he planned to go to America and venture into the WWE.

We met each other again when a talent scout got in touch with me and asked me to come for an NXT try-out. I’d made it big on the Indie scene, and at first I was wary, it was such a jump going from wrestling intense Indie shows to then going to NXT and eventually to the main roster at WWE. Despite my concern, I went to the try-out, and so began my career as an NXT superstar.

Finn and I met again 5 years ago when I joined NXT, and to say he was excited to see me was an understatement.

“(Y/N)!!!” He had shouted, running over to me and sweeping me into his arms for a rib crushing hug.

“Finn!” I laughed “Fancy seeing you here” I’d teased him.

One thing led to another from there, and now we come to today, nearly 3 years into a relationship, both on the main roster, preparing for what was potentially the biggest match of both of our careers. But Finn had been acting strange lately. He’d become secretive with me, hiding his laptop or his phone when I came near him. It was making me nervous, maybe he was cheating on me?

“No. Finn is too kind, too loving, he would never do that. “ I say to myself.

“Talking to yourself now too, (Y/N)? I know your character is a bit nuts, but that’s just weird” Dean laughs as he comes round the corner to hear me muttering to myself.

“Fuck you, Ambrose. You’re one to talk” I smile.

“I can tell you’re nervous about tonight, but from what I heard coming round the corner, that’s not the only thing on your mind, so what’s up?” Dean asks. Typical Dean, always straight to the point. He’s been the same the entire time I’ve known him, I guess that’s what makes us so close.

“Its nothing, I mean, I was just thinking… Do you think Finn’s cheating on me?” I finally let out with a sigh.

Dean looked shocked, “Hell no, (Y/N)! He’s crazy about you. We all know it, hell even the WWE Universe know it!”

I laugh. Dean had a point. The WWE universe did NOT take too kindly when Finn and I began feuding. Taking to social media to voice not only their anger, but their concern for our relationship. People really did love us together. I loved us together.

“You’re right. I suppose I’m just paranoid” I chuckle.

“You think? Now get going, or you’re gonna miss your match and then you’d definitely have something to worry about – Stephanie’s wrath!” Dean shouts.

I laugh again and give him a quick hug before I rush to Gorilla to make history.

Finn and I are both waiting behind the curtain to go out. God, he was gorgeous. The sight of him clothed was enough to drive me crazy, but seeing him in his ring gear, his gorgeous toned physique, his body covered in oil, it just made me weak at the knees.

Finn’s music hit. He turned to me “Good luck out there, Beautiful” he said, his voice shaky.

That was unusual. Finn is never ever nervous to wrestle, so why did he sound so scared? I pushed it to the back of my mind as my music began, and I heard the crowd go wild. I push through the curtain. Time to shine.

We’re just over 15 minutes into the match, and it’s insane. The crowd is so loud I can barely hear myself think. Finn and I are both starting to tire, this match has been so crazy, there’s no telling who’s going to come out on top.

I drag myself into the corner and Finn pulls himself into the opposite one to me. The referee is on a count of 4, the crowds chants filling my ears.

“This is Awesome!”

“Lets go (Y/N)! Balor Sucks!”

“This is Wrestling!”

I pull myself up, Finn charges at me from across the ring, diving at me in the centre. I catch him and the crowd knows what’s coming next. I hit my finish, the Spine Buster on Finn, and then I quickly cover him for the pin. He kicks out at 2! I can’t believe it. I stand up and turn my back on Finn so I’m facing the crowd. “Again?!” I scream.

The crowd are screaming, but not for me to do the move again, to turn around. Finn has pulled himself to his knees, and is looking at me. It’s so hard to act as if I can’t stand him with those dreamy blue eyes staring so deeply into mine.

I stagger backward, feigning confusion. When all of a sudden, Finn brings himself to one knee, and pulls something from behind his back. I take a second to process what he’s holding in front of me but it clicks. It’s a ring. “(Y/N), Marry Me?” Finn smiles.

I’m in shock. The crowd erupted with Yes! Chants. I turn to the crowd, then back to Finn – and I join in with those Yes chants. Finn stands up, placing the ring on my finger, and I’m holding back tears of joy. He pulls me in for a hug, and all of a sudden I feel him lifting me up.

At first I think he’s being romantic – but no, this is a wresting match after all. He hits the 1916 on me, and that’s not something anyone can kick out off. He pins me 1,2,3, then plants a kiss on my forehead before rolling out of the ring and heading backstage. “Bastard” I think to myself, but the anger is short lived as I catch a glance of the dazzling diamond ring on my finger.

I arrive backstage and I’m greeted by hugs and congratulations from the whole roster. They had all been in on it! Dean breaks through the crowd and gives me an enormous hug “It was so hard to keep quiet (Y/N)! He’s been planning this for weeks!” Dean says excitedly.

I laugh, as I’m about to respond to Dean I see Finn walking through the crowd of wrestlers and heading towards me.

I waste no time in running straight into Finn’s arms, jumping onto him when I get near. I kiss all over his face before leaning back to look at him. He’s blushing from all the kisses, but smiling ear to ear the whole time. He puts me down and silences everyone.

Finn takes my small hands in his large, strong ones and starts to speak “(Y/N), from the day that I met you all those years ago in Japan, I knew you were the girl for me. You are literally the woman of my dreams, and I can’t even begin to imagine my life without you. All I need in this world, above anything else, is to wake up and spend every day knowing you’re mine, and you’re going to be mine. I Love You, darlin’.”

My eyes fill with tears and I throw myself into Finn’s arms once more. Words cannot describe how much I love this man, and now I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him. It all makes sense now, the secrecy, the hiding, the nerves. He was planning this! I knew I was worried for nothing.

Dean wanders over to us exactly as I’m thinking all this. “See? Nothing to worry about.” Dean winks and walks off. Finn looks at me, face full of confusion, I just laugh. “Don’t even ask love” I giggle.

“Well, if you say so baby” he smiles “Now, we should get out of here, we need to celebrate this… properly” He purrs, with a mischievous smile.

“Say no more, Mr Balor.”

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