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An Unconventional Wedding Night (Finn Bálor X Female Reader) *One-Shot*

Summary: You are rescued from one danger only to be hurled into a completely different kind of danger. You are to be the bride of King Bálor—a supposedly mythical being in Celtic folklore. But, he is very real. And he wants you as his prized possession.

Bálor is relentlessly determined to win your affections.

After all, it's nothing a little gentle persuasion can't fix.

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with NXT or WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content Warning: No sex scenes just some graphic violence and fluff.

Note: This has been pretty drastically edited from the first time I posted it. I cleaned out the sex scene and it's no longer a threesome-esque fic. Hope this doesn't disappoint and that it is still enjoyed!

An Unconventional Wedding Night

Your nerves were shot as you walked toward the remote cabin's porch.

Tonight was the night you were finally giving yourself to a man. And it scared you to death. And for that very reason, you wanted nothing more than to get back in your car and drive home.

Am I doing the right thing, you wondered. I mean... Do I really want to do this? I mean, yes, he's my boyfriend, but I'm not in love with him, for crying out loud! I want my first time to be special—how is it special when I am feeling so unsure and conflicted about it?

And then you felt badly because Derek—your boyfriend for the past three months—had planned this romantic weekend get-away for the both of you.

Suddenly your thoughts halted altogether as Derek opened the cabin's door and bolted down the steps toward you. He looked as though he was trying a little too hard to appear excited. His smile was etched into his face. His dark eyes held an emotion you couldn't quite read.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, bending down and kissing your mouth. He latched onto your hand and hurried up the steps with you in tow, simultaneously taking your purse from you.

"Derek?" You struggled to not stumble and fall as he literally pulled you into the cabin and tossed your purse toward the large, rustic sofa. Wordlessly, he pushed you—none too gently—into the nearest bedroom and kicked the door shut with his foot.

He seems... off. Tense. "If you're nervous, we don't have to do this tonight," you spoke up, your free hand fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt. "I am feeling a bit anxious about it myself-"

The remainder of your words were trapped within your throat as his mouth crashed against yours. He nudged you back toward the foot of the large bed and held you there as he kissed you.

"Derek-" You tried again, but he didn't seem to be paying attention to you. Your nerves finally got the best of you and made your mind up for you. You pulled your head back to look up at him. "I-I can't do this. I'm sorry. I just can't. Not yet-"

Click.

The noise was accompanied by a sharp little pressure to your left wrist. Glancing down, you saw that Derek had handcuffed you to the foot-board of the bed. All sorts of thoughts raced through your mind. And none of them were pleasant.

Uselessly, you tugged on your wrist, testing the strength of the cuff that held you. "Derek... Please. Let me go. D-don't do this!"

An odd smile crossed his face as he backed away from you. "Oh, I am not doing anything to you, beautiful. Well... other than keeping you here, that is."

You shook your head, confused beyond measure and now frantically yanking at your wrist. "What? Why? What is this?"

"Do you know how valuable you really are?"

"What are you talking about," you screamed at him, fear shaking your voice. You began pulling at your wrist again, trying desperately to get free. "This is crazy! Let me go!"

"I'm being compensated for your capture. The money I am getting..." He trailed off and chuckled slightly. "...It's well worth giving you up. I'll be rich and able to get any woman I want. Someone who won't make me wait months just to take her to bed."

His disgusting and vague explanation still cleared nothing up for you. But before you could ask any more questions, the bedroom door blew open with what seemed to be a huge gust of wind.

A gust of wind that never died. It kept roaring and screaming; whipping—not only your hair, but your t-shirt and shorts—around on your body. The force of it nearly ripped the clothing off of you in its strength.

And then another person was in the room with you and Derek. Only a silhouette was clear at that moment, what with the living room light blindingly bright behind them. Had the light been that bright when we first came into the cabin? The being appeared to be male, what with his physique and stature. Panting from the struggle to breathe with such a brutal force of wind in your face, you glanced over at Derek. He seemed to recognize the man, but he had terror in his eyes, nonetheless.

"I brought her," Derek spoke loudly over the air lashing about all of you. "I brought her here, just like you wanted. Now give me my pay. I want to get out of here and be done with it."

The man silently lifted his arms, making a parting motion with them and the wind finally ceased. You nearly toppled from the absence of the strong force. Willing your wobbly legs to hold you up, you glanced in the stranger's direction.

Something is really wrong here. He actually made that wind stop. Completely!

"Pay," the man repeated. "You want your pay?"

You cringed. The man's voice was horrible. Scratchy, and deep and full of malice. Horrified, you watched as the man—or creature—gave a flick of a... a talon-like finger? And then Derek was propelled across the room and dropped at the monster's feet; suddenly a whimpering mess.

No sound escaped your lips as you watched in open-mouthed horror.

"You should know better than to make a deal with a demon. We're not known for keeping our word."

What? Your mind was not computing, nor accepting the fact that you were indeed in the room with an underworldly force. And then you mentally replayed what you'd seen the... thing do, and you knew—to the marrow of your bones, you truly were in the presence of a monster.

The creature suddenly reached down and tangled it's fingers into Derek's curly hair. Your chest heaved as you waited to see what the demon would do. And yet, somehow... you knew...

Your ex-boyfriend screamed a hideous howl just as the monster lifted it's curled fist, with what appeared to be no effort at all, and tore Derek's head from his shoulders. The scream was cut short. Only the sound of ripping flesh and the cracking of bones could be heard, mixing with the sound of the demon's purr-like growls. You grew nauseated as Derek's spinal cord emerged from his body next, still attached to his head.

Then his decapitated body fell limply in the floor, right at your feet.

Finally.

Finally, a scream ripped from your throat, scorching it raw.

You tried to back away, but of course, your cuffed wrist would only allow you to go so far. Ignoring the pain, you yanked and pulled anyway, praying you could break the cuff with enough strain on the chain. Your eyes stayed on the monster's figure. You still were unable to make out his features as he'd remained in the doorway the whole time, but as he moved forward slightly and turned to stare at you, you could see that his form was naked. The possible implications of that had you panicking even more, pulling on the cuff's chain, determined to break it and free yourself.

You could feel his eyes raking over you, watching you stare at his naked body. A sinister, gravelly chuckle filled the room.

"Don't worry, little human. Many of us demons don't feel the need to bother with clothing. No, I'm not here to bed you." He released Derek's head and spine, and the bloody mess hit the floor with a loud, squishy thud. "I'm only here to kill you."

You screamed again, your attempt to calm yourself completely forgotten. You began violently pulling on your wrist, twisting it this way and that, frantic with the need to get free. Out of nowhere, a force propelled you through the air, much the same way Derek had been treated. Your shoulder screamed in protest as your body jerked in mid-air having gone as far as the handcuff would allow. You were tugged further and further till you felt a snap in your shoulder and collarbone.

"STOP IT! PLEASE!"

Your tortured scream only seemed to amuse the demon. You heard him chuckling again, a dry, scraping sound, deep in his throat. And as you watched him with wide frightened eyes, he lifted a clawed finger to his lips and shushed you as if admonishing a small child.

He flicked the same finger down toward the hard-wood floor and you fell to it in a crumpled heap. The only sound you could make was a wheezed gasp, as you fought to stay conscious. Pain attacked your neck, shoulder and collarbone all at once and it was difficult to breathe. Fingers curled into the hair at your scalp, and tugged, forcing you up onto your knees. You pictured yourself being torn apart by the bloodthirsty demon, just like Derek was.

"Do you know why this is happening?"

You swallowed hard and shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

"You're to be King Bálor's wife—his Queen." His fingers curled tighter into your hair and you cried out softly from the sharp twinge of pain at your hairline. "Being bonded and married to you will only make him stronger. I can not let that happen. I plan to overthrow him."

"It... It-It won't happen," you managed to say through chattering teeth. "I don't want to marry at all. Let me go. Please, believe me! I won't marry anyone."

"He's not leaving you a choice. And he's left me none as well. You have to die. It's the only way. And I have to be the one to kill you." His free hand went to your throat and squeezed harshly, a foreboding warning of your fate. Instantly, you began struggling fruitlessly in his hold. "Some of the other rebelling Fomorians won't back me up in the overthrow unless..."

Shaking uncontrollably, you tuned him out at that point and tugged and clawed at his hand, frantic to get him to release you.

That's when you noticed a dark blur fly into the room and dive right into your demonic captor.

Both beings flew across the room, grappling as you tumbled back to the floor.

You took that moment to back up as far as you could in an unstable, one-armed crab walk. An invisible fire seemed to flair relentlessly up and down your left arm and shoulder at the movement, and you collapsed once more to the floor, fighting off the urge to vomit with a soft, pained groan.

In the next instant, you were lifted to your feet, gently. A strong arm went around your waist and tugged you against a sure, sturdy frame. Your head tipped forward and rested against a hard chest as your eyes closed. A soft, male voice, warm with a thick Irish accent whispered near your ear.

"Open y'r eyes, love. Look at me." Fingertips touched ever so lightly at your temple and you began thinking more clearly, your drowsiness was slowly ebbing. "I need ya t' stay awake, Y/N, so ya can get outta here—safely."

You lifted your head and looked at the man who was addressing you so intimately.

And you gasped.

Despite the fact that your life was in peril, you couldn't stop the thought:

He's... breathtaking!

His face was insanely handsome. A fairly tall—at least next to you he was—gorgeous man wearing solid black—a black shirt, black jeans and a black leather jacket, to be exact.

A full, dark beard and mustache adorned the lower half of his face. The same color of hair topped his head in a short fade haircut. His eyes were as pale a blue as the morning sky. His skin was neither pale, nor dark, and his sensuous, full lips glistened after a quick swipe of his tongue. Before you could say anything to him, the arm that held you pulled you even closer, and then his mouth claimed yours softly; lovingly. His mustache scratched lightly at your upper lip and you leaned closer into him.

It was a simple kiss, but it left you reeling. You couldn't lie to yourself. You wanted more. This was the man you were meant to be with. But instead of kissing you again, he pulled back a ways and smiled at you once more. "Beautiful."

Wait... He's calling me beautiful?

It was then you noticed that he held one hand up, his palm facing the direction of the demon who'd tried to kill you. The monster was currently frozen in place. He appeared to be under the control of the man holding you. Your rescuer's hand tremored slightly, as if an unseen force had hold of his wrist and was trying to move his hand away.

Your purse and car keys materialized into the gorgeous stranger's free hand then and he placed them into the hand of your uninjured arm before touching the handcuff on your other wrist. The restraint instantly fell open and you were free.

"I want ya t' go. Get in y'r car an' get outta here, lass. I will find ya when I'm done wit' the trait'r. Then you're comin' home. Wit' me. Finally." His blue eyes glanced over at the demon; pure disdain on his face. Then he turned to you once more and before you could ask him where "home" was, he kissed you again, sweeping his warm mouth across yours, and a subtle thrust of his tongue past your lips. You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped you. He swallowed it greedily then gave you a gentle nudge. "Go, m' love."

You took a tentative step backward, eyes wide and fixed on your beautiful rescuer.

In the next instant, he was gone and another man stood in his place. Swirling ribbons of reds, and blacks and smatterings of white swirled all over his shirtless frame. A set of washboard abs snatched your attention, and you let your gaze follow them down lower to the slightly skimpy pair of black trunks that revealed a clear imprint of his very impressive-

"GO!"

With a frightened gasp, your eyes shot back up to his face and discovered he was glaring at you with red eyes. "LEAVE!"

You stumbled backward, ignoring the stab of pain in your shoulder and then spun around and scrambled out of the cabin and out to your car.

You wouldn't see the look of malice on the stranger's face as he turned and glared at the Fomorian traitor.

"You knew not t' screw wit' me, Turlough," he addressed his former servant. "And you definitely knew not t' put your hands on my Queen."

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You somehow hauled yourself into your SUV with only one good arm but had to attempt several times at getting the key into the ignition, your hand was shaking so horribly. "Please..." you sobbed, trying once again as you glanced toward the cabin. You could hear all kinds of growls and roars and the sounds of punches being thrown and landing. The lights flickered on and off in the windows. You finally heard the metallic scrape of the key sliding into the ignition after you jabbed at it once more. You turned it, and as soon as the engine kicked over and started, you were peeling out backward, eager to get on the road, and head back to the safety of your house.

Gravel flew all around you and pelted your car in your haste to leave. But you didn't care about the possibility of a chipped paint job or cracked windows. The only thing you wanted was to get home, shower, curl up in your bed and try to forget the terrifying things you'd seen that night. Though, secretly, you hoped your rescuer would find you again. A couple of kisses were not enough by a long shot. Then you realized you must be completely insane to fall in love with a man you'd just met.

Lost in your thoughts as you sped down the deserted old highway, you were startled by a loud banging sound at the back of your car. Suddenly, you were fishtailing all over the road. Instinctively, you applied pressure to your breaks and tried to regain control of the vehicle. A flurry of movement to your left snagged your attention then, and you dared a glance out the driver's window.

And you instantly regretted that decision.

The demon that had attempted to kill you apparently escaped your rescuer somehow, because he was tailing you.

On foot.

Bare. Foot.

And he was keeping up with your car's speed.

His eyes glinted brightly in the darkness and you could feel the anger and hatred for you radiating off of him.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Your scream did nothing, of course. The demon only snarled at you before launching his body at your car. The same banging noise reverberated through your car and you almost lost control of it again.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

You struggled to keep your car on the road as the demon once more slammed into it. Not giving you a chance to recover, he slammed into you once again, giving the car a hard shove as he did.

And that is when you lost all control. Your world literally spun around you as you screamed and the car took flight and rolled over and over again. And again, and again. You were catapulted into pitch black darkness before the vehicle had even stopped flipping.

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When you finally began coming to, your eyes struggled to open. You blinked them and scrunched them, but your vision was blurry at best.

A pained groan emerged from your throat and you became aware of hands on your face, and coasting over your body. Immediately, you remembered the car accident.

And the demon who'd caused it.

Acting on impulse, you kicked out with your foot and swung your fist. Which did nothing to help you, since you didn't connect with anything—or anyone. The sudden movement merely sent tremors of excruciating pain through your entire body and head. You sobbed and tried to turn onto your stomach; your mind telling your body to crawl and get away.

"Shhh, love." A familiar male voice spoke softly as hands took hold of you and once more ran over your body, seemingly searching for something. "You're so strong. An' perfect," the man spoke again; his tone full of awe and pride. "Hurt as much as you are, and still tryin' t' fight to live." There was a pause. "I have t' get ya back t' d'a castle. You're badly hurt."

The Irish stranger... Your thoughts were muddled, but you'd recognize that voice anywhere from then on. It was as if it was branded into your mind.

Fingers brushed over your ribs, sending a wave of fiery pain bolting up your side. You winced as a ragged wail burst from your lips.

"Broken ribs," came his murmur. "Dislocated shoulder and broken collar bone. Definitely a concussion."

Hearing all your injuries listed off sent you into another panic. You struggled anew, trying to free yourself from the hands holding you prisoner. The only thing you accomplished however, was sending more roiling pain crashing through your head and body.

"Easy, lass. Easy," the man soothed as he held you tighter. "I'm not goin' t' hurt ya."

His words didn't matter. Not after what you'd been through. You continued to panic and fight and struggle until your body could take no more pain and you went out like a light.

You became vaguely aware of being carried as you slowly gained a little consciousness. Your head rested against a strong shoulder. You wanted to lash out—to fight. But your limbs were so heavy. And literally everything hurt. You couldn't even open your eyes any more than little slits. You were at your rescuer's/kidnapper's mercy. And you hated it.

"Please..." you whimpered. "Please, don't hurt me..."

To your surprise, you felt soft, warm lips press against your forehead in a tender caress.

"Nev'r," came a whispered reply. You felt yourself being laid down on a soft surface—a bed. "I'd take my own life b'fore I'd ever hurt ya."

You let your head settle into the pillow beneath you. "You don't even know me..."

"Oh, but I do, love. I do. You have no idea how much I know you—how much I love you. I've waited s' long t' have you." You felt him take your hand and bring it to his lips with a soft kiss. "I'm Bálor. I'm your husband."

"I've gone crazy..." you uttered, struggling to open your eyes. "You're a Celtic...myth. I have to be dreaming." I have to be losing my mind, you thought groggily. You gained enough strength to open your eyes and looked up to see the gorgeous Irishman gazing down at you, tenderness in his blue eyes.

Bálor, you thought.

He was beautiful, but intimidating. His eyes were a vibrant blue but they would flash red every now and then. Suddenly, he was... painted for the lack of a better term—the swirling red, black and white colors returned with a vengeance.

"I won't hurt you, love." His voice growled at you, but his face held no malice—quite the opposite, actually. "You don't have t' be afraid o' me. I'll protect you wit' my life."

"B-but... You... you scared me. At the cabin. You looked like you'd kill me," you stammered, struggling to sit up.

Bálor helped ease you up so you were propped against the headboard and shook his head.

"As I told ya, I would never hurt ya. I was... scared of you bein' d'ere, in d'a cabin wit' d'a traitor. Ya were too stunned to leave, so I had to get a little fierce to frighten ya int' leavin'. But I'd never've hurt ya."

"I still..." you had trouble finding the words you needed. "I still... am not sure what you want with me."

"Ye're mine, love. Ye're my wife and queen."

"How," you asked incredulously. "I mean... There's been no wedding! And what if I don't want to marry anyone?" You moved to rise from the bed when he stopped you by gently taking your arm.

"You didn't want to marry anyone," Bálor admitted, shifting back to his human form. "Till you saw me. Till I kissed you."

You froze. He had you there.

Before you could reply, an older woman in a black, modest maid's uniform knocked on the open door, and stepped inside the room. She carried a small silver tray with what looked like a shot glass of red liquid in it.

"The... medicine you asked for, your highness." She gave a respectful nod to Bálor.

"T'ank you, Sophie," Bálor replied, stepping over to her and taking the glass from the tray. "D'at will be all."

You'd shakily risen to your feet as the maid vacated the room, but nearly sank to the floor as your pain attacked ferociously. Bálor set the glass down on the night table and then shot over to you and caught you, holding you up as gently as was possible. You apprehensively grasped at his torso so you could keep your balance.

"Maybe... I could stay till I'm healed up," you murmured weakly. A pained grunt passed your lips as another stab of pain assaulted your ribs. Your legs threatened to buckle when Bálor lifted you up and placed you back on the bed.

Bálor picked up the glass again and then lifted your head enough so you could drink it. "Take d'is, love," Bálor whispered. "'Twill help with the pain."

"What is it," you asked, suddenly growing sleepy again. Pain had always affected you that way.

"It's, uh... medicine," Bálor said, glancing at your face and then back to the glass. "It's a concoction of t'ings d'at will help ya feel bett'r. A potion for healin', a pain killer, a sedative so you can rest, wine t' relax ya, and... a couple ot'er t'ings d'at will aid in your healin'."

Your eyes were closing even as he spoke, and you felt the rim of the glass touch your lips.

"Drink, love," you heard him rasp softly.

Too drowsy to argue, you accepted the drink, wrinkling your nose as a metallic flavor flooded your mouth. "Yuck," you sighed once you'd swallowed it. Your head was gently deposited onto the pillow. And, true to his word, you did begin feeling less pain almost instantly. Your sleepiness increased ten-fold. and you felt something else... Something strange... As you slowly drifted, your body began humming with sensitivity. You gasped at the feel of heat flooding your body.

You'd never felt aroused in your life. You never knew what the big fuss was all about. But now...

Now, you knew—all too well.

"What... what did you do?..." You moaned out at the man watching you intently.

"Ye'll sleep now," Bálor smiled warmly at you. "And ya will have many...interestin' dreams." He leaned down, brushing his lips across yours, eliciting a sharp moan from you. "And when ya wake, love... Be warned. Y'r body will be aching f'r me."

Blackness slid across your eyes and settled into your mind then.

Until the dreams began...

They were strange... In that you were in pitch darkness. You couldn't see anything.

But oh... You could feel...

You couldn't move. Normally that would have panicked you, but... Not when warm invisible hands touched you the way they were.

With no warning, your eyes shot open. Your chest heaved as you panted for air.

But you felt no pain. You'd apparently healed up, just as Bálor said you would.

Not to mention after your long sleep, you were wide awake.

And so was your body. You discovered that quickly as the knot of tension in your belly made itself very known and-

Wait.

You looked to your side and found Bálor.

Naked as the day he was born.

With a shocked screech, you sat up in the huge bed and attempted to vacate it, only to be pulled back by a pair of strong arms. You struggled as you were tugged down to the mattress. The arms surrounded you and you became aware of the fact that you suddenly didn't want to resist.

"Where do ya t'ink ye're goin', lovey?"

You lifted your gaze upward and found yourself staring into Bálor's captivating blue eyes. An amused smile played at his full lips.

Why does he have to be so gorgeous?

"You're gorgeous too, darlin'." Bálor growled softly.

Your body shivering from raw nerves, you stammered out, "Y-you can r-read my mind?"

Your hair was brushed from your neck and his warm mouth peppered the skin with soft kisses and nibbles. "Mmm-hmmm..."

Your body's shaking intensified, and Bálor tilted your face up to his. "Don't be scared, love. I'm not goin' t' hurt ya." He smiled at you hungrily. "Anyt'ing but."

Something clicked in you then. You didn't know if it was the drug you were given to drink—you highly suspected it was blood—or if it was just self-discovery time. But...

You wanted him.

All of him.

You reached for Bálor, pressing your mouth to his and giving into your feelings for once in your life. You moaned into his mouth and curled your fingers in his hair, scraping his scalp lightly with your fingernails.

"Make love to me," you said, softly, shyly.

"That was my plan the whole time, love" Bálor chuckled, returning his mouth to yours. He slid his body over yours and slowly began unbuttoning the buttons of your blouse...

The End

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High School Mizfit - Finn Balor (18+)

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Pairing: Teenage!Finn Balor x Teenage!Melanie

Summary: Melanie falls for the bad boy of the school, Finn Balor.​

Warnings: Fluff! High School, Finn and Melanie are like 17 or 18, Foul Language, Bullies, Ditching School, Smoking.

Word Count: 2,546 

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Senior year, the last year of High School, an end of a chapter before college, a beginning of a new. Just a few more credits and I’d be out of High School forever! Walking into the school, I walked down the crowded hallway towards my first class of the day, English. 

My shoulders collided with other students as I made my way down the busy hallway. Entering the classroom, I took my seat, and the bell rang. The day has officially started. “Alright everyone, please pull out your homework I assigned you yesterday.” Grabbing my bag beside me, I pulled out my English notebook along with the assignment I worked most of the night on. I pulled out a pencil and placed it beside my paper. I patiently waited for the teacher to give us the next instruction.

The teacher came around collecting the papers. “Mr. Balor, you’re late.” Mrs. Ottoman spoke out. I looked over towards the entrance of the room to see Finn Balor walking into the classroom; one strap of his book bag was over his shoulder and his leather jacket hugging him tightly.  

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Finn murmured, making his way towards his seat. 

“Do you have a tardy note?” The teacher asked, hand on her hip.

“Nope.” Finn plopped down in his assigned seat, next to me. 

“Well Mr. Balor, I’m sorry to say but you have detention after school today.” 

“Whatever.” Finn grumbled, his eyes called upon the top of the desk. I looked at Finn, his hair was a bit messy as if he just got out of bed but that was just his style. His eyes seemed to have dark circles underneath as if he hadn’t slept in days. His scent was strong. He smelt of cigarettes, leather, and musky cologne. My eyes met his greenish blue eyes and were now staring at me. “What?” He snapped.

“N- Nothing.” I shuttered at his aggressiveness. I quickly looked away and fiddled with my fingers. As the class went on, the teacher gave everyone instructions on what the next assignment was. She wanted us to read two chapters of Lord of the Flies and write a summary about what we read. I already read the chapters last night. It helped that I read the book last year, just for fun, so the book was fresh in my mind. I wrote down my summary, which was a couple of paragraphs. When I finished writing, I placed the summary in my English folder and placed my things back into my book bag. I pulled out my Harry Potter book that I was reading, it was one of my favorite series to read just to pass the time. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Looking behind me, I saw the popular girl, Beth, and smiled at her. “Hi Beth.” I waved. “What’s up?” 

“Yeah, hi. I was wondering what those chapters of Lord of the Flies were about?” She placed a fake smile on her glossy lipstick lips. 

I frowned with an arched brow. She never wanted to talk to me but wanted to know what those chapters were about. “Hmm, I think you should just read them and find out.” 

“Yeah, hmm listen.” She popped her lips. “I’m on the cheer squad, which I’m sure you know because I’m the head cheerleader and I have a game to cheer at tonight which I don’t have time to read about gross flies. So, it’d be really hard for me to read those chapters and write a summary before tomorrow, ya know?” She explained, trying to encourage me to tell her the summary.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have enough time during lunch or your free class?” I bit my lip, not wanting to continue this conversation anymore.

“Listen, bitch.” She snarled. 

“Hey.” A man’s voice erupted. “I think she said she doesn’t want to fucking help you.” 

I looked over at Finn and then quickly back at Beth. “I- I didn’t mean it like that but I think you should read the book, it’s very interesting.” 

“No, that’s what Melanie means now shut the fuck up and start reading.” Finn snapped at the leader of the cheer squad. 

I swallowed thickly and swiveled around into my chair, facing the font of the classroom. “Thanks.” I whispered softly towards Finn. 

“Don’t mention it, anything to get her to shut the fuck up.” He grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. His eyes skimmed through the book and turned the pages. The bell rang. Everyone gathered their things and rushed out of the room to their next class. 

Getting up from my seat, I tossed my book bag over my shoulders. I made my way towards my next class, math. Just a couple of more hours and I was out of this hell hole for the day. 

As the day went on, my free period came along. I exited out of the school and made my way towards the picnic tables that had umbrellas sticking out of the middle of them. I sighed happily to see no one out there. That’s the perks of being top of the class, I guess. Sitting at a table, I pulled out my sketch book. I heard the door open and close. I looked over my shoulder to see Finn pulling a cigarette from his pocket, placing it in between his lips, and lighting it up. “I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke here.” 

Finn inhaled the nicotine stick. The tip burned orangish red bright. He pulled the cigarette away from his lips with two fingers. He exhaled the smoke, letting it float into the air only to disappear. “Do you always follow the rules?” Finn huffed, rolling his eyes.

“If there were no rules, there’d be chaos.” I pointed out, I pulled out a pencil from my bag and opened up my sketch book. “Don’t you have class?”

“I got kicked out.” Finn made his way towards me and sat down across the table. “I’m supposed to be in the principal’s office to talk about my behavior right now.” Finn took another puff from the cigarette and blew out the smoke. I coughed loudly, waving my hand in front of my face to get the smoke away. 

“Those are bad for you.” I informed him. I watched how his back was against the edge of the table and his arms relaxed beside him.

“Everything nowadays is bad for everyone.” He said back to me with a smirk. “They’re practically feeding us poison here.” Finn laughed. I smiled at his husky laugh and I laughed along with him.

“That’s true. I found a battery in my sandwich when I was a freshman.” I shook my head at the memory. 

Finn took one last drag from the cigarette and flicked the butt towards the grass. “This school fucking sucks.” The smoke escaped his mouth as he spoke. “Wanna ditch?” Finn tilted his head back with a smirk. 

“Ditch?” I choked out the word. “I uh, I have perfect attendance.” I blushed at how geekish I sounded. 

Finn laughed at me, my blush became darker. “So? It’s the same as every year, you get a pizza party at the end of the semester for having perfect attendance. Come on, we can get something to eat and go to the arcade, my treat.” Finn flashed a smile towards me. 

I licked my lips. I closed my sketchbook, shoved the pencil, and put the book into my bag. “Let’s do it. But how are we going to leave?” I frowned, looking around to see if there were any cameras. 

“We’re seniors. We can do whatever the fuck we want. My car is right there.” Finn looked over by the parking lot. I also looked to see the only black car along with other colorful ones. “It’s an easy run.” Finn shrugged. 

“Hey!” We looked over to see a large security guard exit out of the building. “You’re supposed to be at the principal’s office.” He started to stalk towards Finn. 

“It’s now or never!” Finn got up quickly and darted towards the parking lot. 

“Hey! Stop!” The man yelled, trying to catch Finn. 

I gnawed at my bottom lip, constipating if I should follow or not. I threw my bag over my shoulder. I dashed towards the parking lot, passing the heavy set security officer, and caught up with Finn. “Let’s fucking go!” Finn unlocked his car and got into the driver seat. I pulled at the door open and rushed into the passenger seat. Finn started up the car. Before the security guard could even reach the car, Finn burned rubber out of the school parking lot. 

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to pass out.” I panted and felt my heart beat faster than it has ever before. 

“That’s the adrenaline pumping!” Finn laughed, going faster than the speed limit. Finn let his car cruise down the street towards downtown. Arriving at the arcade, he parked the car and got out. 

“You always do this?” I asked, stepping out of his car and towards the arcade. 

“Have you ever seen me in class?” Finn smirked, walking into the arcade, he held the door open for me. 

“Good point.” I shrugged, looking around at the colorful machines. 

“Finn! Good to see ya!” The man behind the counter yelled. He was an Italian man with dark hair and hairy arms along with a large dark facial beard.. 

“Hey Phil.” Finn smiled. “Here to play some games.” 

“And I see that you brought a lady friend.” Phil wiggled his bushy eyebrows. I blushed at the man’s gesture. “Getting this young gal into trouble.”

Finn blushed and cleared his throat, turning his head to the side so no one could see. “Just trying to show her life isn’t always about school.” He shrugged and handed the man a ten dollar bill.

Phil chuckled and exchanged a roll of quarters. “Well, you two have fun and enjoy the games.” 

Finn nodded and thanked Phil. Finn split the coins and gave me half. “Wow, you’re actually being nice to an adult?” I teased, taking the coins.

Finn smiled weakly and looked down. “Well, he’s kinda like family to me. I’ve known him since I was a kid.” Finn cleared his throat. “Let’s play some games.” Finn said abruptly.

For the next hour, Finn and I went around the shop playing games. Once we were out of coins, we bid Phil farewell and thanked him for letting us play. “I should be getting back to class.” I said, looking at the time on my phone. It was blowing up. My friends were texting me, asking where I was.

“Oh no. I told you we were going to get a bite to eat too.” Finn smiled. “Come on, I know a great burger place.” Finn smiled, nodding towards the way.

I bit my lip, it was lunchtime back at school. “Okay, but after this we have to go back.” I assured him. 

“Cross my heart.” Finn grinned. Walking to the next block, Finn held the door open for me once again. I entered the empty restaurant. 

“Hi, welcome to- Why aren’t you in school?” The hostess growled, menus in hand. 

“Woah, woah.” Finn held up his hands in the air, grinning. “I’m on lunch, it’s 12:30, it’s lunchtime and seniors get to go off campus.” 

“Psh, I don’t think you have the grades to get off campus.” The older lady rolled her eyes. “Come, let’s get some food for you guys.” The woman led us towards the back, taking us to a booth. “I’ll be back to take your order.” 

I looked at Finn, eyebrows arched. “That’s my aunt.” He blushed, looking at the menu. I watched as his eyes skimmed the page.

“She seems to care about you.” I giggled as I read over the items.

“Yeah, she cares more than my parents do.” He mumbled under his breath but I still caught what he said.

Finn’s aunt came back and placed our orders to the chef. She joined us, sliding in the booth she sat by Finn, after delivering us our food. “Okay, what’s the catch? Did you lose a bet?” She asked me, plucking a fry from Finn’s plate. Finn glared, snatching his plate away from her.

“What?” I laughed. 

“You seem like a smart girl, great grades, not dressed like a river rat.” 

“Well, Finn thought it’d be fun to ditch-”

“To ditch school lunch and come here.” Finn cut in. I arched my eyebrow towards him. 

“Lunch huh?” His aunt wasn’t buying it. “Don’t lie.” She looked over at Finn.

Finn huffed. “We ditched class to go to the arcade.” Finn grumbled, looking away. 

His aunt groaned. “Damn it Finn, I know your parents don’t care but I care.” She said sternly. I gulped, this seemed like a personal matter to where I shouldn’t witness. “You need to get your grades up and graduate. Graduation is a couple of months away.” 

“Don’t remind me.” He snapped, obviously having troubles in school.

“I can help him.” I spoke out.

The two looked at me. Finn glaring while his aunt looked surprised. “You’re willing to help my punk of a nephew?” She asked. 

I nodded, grabbing a fry. “I mean, I’ve known Finn since we were kids and we’re friends.” I smiled at him. I swore I heard him growl at the word ‘friends’. 

“Thank you, his grades aren’t the best.” She confessed

“We should go.” Finn got out of the booth, grabbing his leather jacket. 

His aunt frowned, watching Finn pay for the meal. She handed his money back. “Don’t worry hun, it’s on the house.” His aunt kissed his cheeks.

Walking out of the burger joint, we both went to his car. “You can take me home. I have no other classes for the day.” I said, buckling up.

Finn didn’t say anything as I guided him to my house. Parking out in front of it soon enough, I smiled at him. “Thanks for the day.”

“It was a mistake, I should have never brought you.” He snarled. 

I frowned at his mood change. “I thought we had fun?” 

“You think you’re so perfect and you think you can make me perfect?” Finn snapped. “Why’d you tell my aunt you’d help me?”

“Because you need help, Finn. I want to see you graduate. I didn’t know you were behind. I mean it Finn, I want to help you.” I smiled weakly. 

Finn sighed. “Fine, I’ll let you help me.” He grumbled, gripping on the steering wheel in defeat. 

“Good!” I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down my number and handed it to him. “Text me tonight and we’ll make plans on when I can tutor you.” I opened the door and got out of his car. “See ya then.” I waved at the boy with dark hair. 

I smiled widely as I walked into my house. I had a great day with my crush, I got to know a little more about him and I met one of his family members. My heart flutters, hoping to get closer to him during homework sessions.

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Salome

Summary: This is my birthday gift to @theworldofotps on this August 19th 2022. I just want to say thank you for being my wonderful friend and I want to wish you an amazing birthday and wish all the luck, love and happiness on this new year that begins today. Love you and happy birthday, love 🎂🎉😘

Word Count: 1354 words

Pairings: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation kink, dirty talk, jealousy, slight angst

UNEDITED: So ignore any mistakes 🙄

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @letsgivethisonemoreshot , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @starwithaheart , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin, @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @cuzimacomedian , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234

“He was fucking hitting on you!” Finn growled before slamming the door of his office behind him. You took a seat on top of his black desk before sighing “He was just being nice”.

It was your first time there. Finn was reluctant to take you at first, but after your relationship grew more serious and you learned to fully trust each other, he thought it would be a good time to take you to officially meet the ‘woman of his life’: Salome - the most reputable BDSM club in all North America. The club was so well known that it already had branches in Ireland, England and Scotland.

“Being nice my arse! I know that look on his face! That’s the look of a man who wants to get a taste of what’s mine and I don’t like that!”

“Finny, c’mon. You’re being a little dramatic there”

“Dramatic?! Are you serious right now?” He huffed. Bright blue eyes become dark with mixed feelings of anger, jealousy and frustration.

Truth be told, this was new. Generally in your relationship, you’re the one who got a little over the edge when someone flirted with him right in your face. And that generally led you to a whole night of wild sex filled with dirty talk and fun plays. A part of you felt guilty for liking to see him so frustrated, mainly because this never happened before - since he’s a pretty confident, and most times cocky, man - so now he would get a taste of what you go through on a daily basis, and the other part just found both amusing and exciting to see him so furious.

“What? Isn’t that what you say to me when I tell you some random girl was hitting on you?”

“But this is different!” He spat

“Why? Because you’re the one who’s now feeling insecure or because for once my ego is getting stroked instead of yours?”

“I don’t want you anywhere near him, do you understand me?” His chest was heavy due to his quick panting and Finn watched as you jumped down from his table to walk towards him.

“Don’t you trust me?” You copied the words he says every time he was the one getting flirted with.

“I trust you but he’s one slick bastard-”

“That I’m not interested in”

“But he is interested! I’ve been working with him long enough to know that look on his face” Finn spat and soon you found yourself chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” He frowned

“Nothing. It's just that….it’s so weird seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, like…so on the edge because of some random guy” You giggled before jumping off the table to walk towards him.

Finn’s cheeks stained with a light shade of pink “Well, I don’t like when other men hit on you”

“C’mon, other men don’t hit on me. Damian did”

“Wrong. Several men constantly flirt with you and I hate it”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance and he growled playfully “Don’t roll your eyes at me, you know what happens when you do that”

Your loins burned with desire and a shiver of excitement ran down your spine as memories of you bent over his home office’s table flooded your mind. With a teasing smirk, you rolled your eyes again and soon felt the tingle of his burning slap on your ass cheek, beneath your checkered skirt.

“Do you really wanna play like that, princess?”

“Why not?” You challenged “Afraid you don’t have it in you anymore, daddy?”

“Cute” Finn chuckled before the smile died on his lips, leaving only a cold and sinister smirk plastered upon the flushed, pink flesh.

His calloused fingers found their way to the back of your neck, quickly squeezing the flesh between his fingers before pushing your torso down on his table. Your cheek rested against the coolness of the black wooden table, the warmth of his hand stood still on your nape as his free hand roamed around your backside.

“You think I don’t have what it takes to put you in your place, brat?” There was a hint of excitement and amusement on his voice that made you smile “I don’t know. You tell me, old man” You chuckled “Do you?”

“Old man?” He laughed, “That’s not what you say when I’m using that smart mouth as a cocksleeve though, is it?” Finn’s heavy hand met your soft skin, making your ass prickle underneath his palm “No” He smiled “If I remember correctly you beg like a bitch in heat for me to fuck you, to ruin your tight cunt and do with it as I please”.

Two loud, sharp slaps met your skin once more, making you wiggle on the table. Finn’s voice came closer to your ear as he spoke “What’s wrong, brat? Started something you can’t handle? Three little slaps and you’re already at the verge of begging me to stop?” With each word, Finn’s lips brushed against your ear shell and his warm breath made you shiver with need.

“N-no”

“N-no” He mocked “Look at you, trying so hard to sound convincing. Trying not to beg me to have mercy on you and just give you what you need” Finn rubbed his hard bulge against your ass, making you moan softly.

“My-my, would you look at that” He chuckled “It only takes a hard cock to make her break into a needy little slut”

“Please, daddy”

“Daddy? What happened to ‘old man’?” Finn laughed loudly before his hand dipped underneath your skirt to push your black lace panties to the side.

His forefinger slid through your folds, spreading your wetness from your entrance to your hidden, sensitive pearl. “Look how wet you are, brat. Tell me, what did this to you? Was it the three little slaps, the dirty talk, the hard cock or all of the above?”

Finn’s fingers dipped inside your void, filling you up in a way only he could do. A small, faint moan escaped your lips before you begged “Daddy, please” Your hand reached behind you to the zipper of his black jeans “Please give it to me”

He batted your hands away with a cackle as his grip on your neck loosened “Shut the fuck up”. You felt an emptiness inside you once Finn’s fingers left your core “Just shut your mouth, spread your legs and look pretty for daddy like a good fucktoy”.

Excitement filled your veins when you heard Finn unzipping his jeans. His hand cupped your ass before you felt him dragging his tip between your folds to lube it up. A soft “Please” escaped your lips and he chuckled “Quiet”.

The throbbing need was driving you insane, your nails sank into the wooden table, an attempt of grounding you and making you get some sort of control before Finn made you lose it completely.

His crown pushed through your walls, stretching them around his girth and he didn’t stop until he was buried deep in you. Low, faint moans left the both of you as he began to move “Good fucktoy” He praised “That’s how I like it: quiet and wet just for me” His growl made your walls clench around him.

The sound of skin slapping skin was deafening, sweat covered both of your bodies, soft pants and moans escaped you as he continued to work his way through your orgasm.

Your vision became blurred, your voice seemed to have disappeared and your body went limp beneath him on top of the table. You felt your walls furiously clenching around his cock, working their way through your high and at the same time trying to trigger his.

When Finn felt himself tiptoeing around his release, he took a step back and slid out of you with a chuckle “Oh no, no, no. Who said we’re done?” Two of his fingers replaced his cock inside you and you panted loudly as Finn finger fucked you at a frantic pace with a smile “No, we’re just getting started, brat. This ‘old man’ will put you back in your place”.

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Crossroads Deal - Finn Balor (18+)

Demon!King!Finn Balor x Melanie

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Summary: Making a deal with the Demon!Balor but instead of wanting Melanie's soul he wants to make her his sex slave.

Warnings: 18+, Minor DNI, Smut, Public!Sex, Sex in a library, Studying for finals, Blowjob.

Word Count: 3,258 

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Pushing the gravel back into the hole where I had placed my picture in a tin can, standing up, I looked around to see if anyone was in sight. Nothing. Legend has it if someone put a picture of themself in a small canister along with graveyard dirt and a black cat skull and bury it in the center of the crossroads, they could summon a demon and strike a deal, but of course there was a price, in ten years some sort of creature comes and collects what’s theirs. 

Luckily when I dug up the tin box and opened it up there already had the ingredients inside and a couple of old photos of other people making deals in the past. I heard about the crossroads deals from my Mythology college class last term, of course I didn’t think anything of it, just an old tale but doing my research and finding out people actually have sold their souls for fame, money, looks, whatever they name it and they got it. 

College was becoming irritating, ten hour shifts at work on my shoulders didn’t help and I was constantly worrying if I’ll have enough money for rent. I needed something to change.

“You rang.” A Irish accent filled my ears, jumping slightly, I turned around to see a tall, handsome man in a black suit. His dark hair short and slightly styled where his greenish blue eyes burned into me, his stare lasting longer than a few seconds. I couldn’t help but to blush as I noticed his eyes slightly wander over my body.

“Are you really…” Words couldn’t form in my brain let alone finish the sentence I started. Was this actually happening, demons were real? 

“The Demon King? Yeah, I'm also a crossroad dealer.” The male smirked, his memorizing greenish blue eyes turning ruby red. Blinking, they went back to his normal color. “The names Finn.” 

“I’m-”

“I already know your name, sweetheart.” He cuts me off before I get the chance to introduce myself.

“You do?” My eyebrows arched in curiosity, wondering how he already knew my name.

“Of course. I know the name of every person who wants to make a deal, Melanie.” The Demon King named Finn licked his lips and stepped closer, the gravel underneath his shiny black business shoes crunched with each step. “So, what can I do for you, dear?” Finn was now only a few feet away, his form nearly towering over me. 

Swallowing thickly, I didn’t think I’d make it this far. I actually didn’t think this would work, just following some myth and the help of some reddit reviews from some possible emo kid sulking in the dark. All of this was a cry for help to get me out of what I was in. “I want to be wealthy with money.” I finally spoke out the truth of why I summoned him.

“Blah.” Finn spat. “You humans and money,” Finn started to circle around me, my eyes never leaving him. I quickly turned my head to the other side as it was starting to crank my neck. “Why, can a boy you like fall in love with you?” Finn laughed at my needs.

“Psh, no.” I scoffed at him for trying to assume and twist my words. 

“Pay off that mortgage?” Finn spat back another reason why I could have possibly summoned him.

“I wish.” I sighed, looking down at the gravel. What was his deal and trying to guess why I needed this money? Why couldn’t he just give me what I wanted and leave?

“Get that dream car you’ve always wanted?” Finn guessed once more, his Irish accent filling my ears.

“Not even close.” I crossed my arms and looked at him. 

Finn stopped guessing and stared back at me, eyes squinting. “Then why is it everytime I make a deal with most of you humans it’s always about money?” Finn hissed, it sounded like he was mostly annoyed than anything. He must get deals with people about money a lot.

“I’m in college, I’m on my own, I nearly work myself to death just to keep up with my rent and college is tiring along with it. I just want to live my life without having to worry about money.” I frowned, finally confessing onto why I summoned him tonight. 

“So, you’re willing to give up your soul in the next ten years just for money?” Finn was baffled, he blinked as he waited for my answer.

“Well, when you put it like that.” I reassured myself, my hand going to my arm and rubbing it in comfort, trying not to back out of this silly deal. Should I ask for more or something for else? I felt so small compared to him as he pointed out the flaw of this deal I wanted to make.

“Listen, I’ll make a deal with you.” Finn shoved his hands into the suit jacket pockets and stood there casually. “I’ll give you what you want, I’ll stuff your bank account with so many zeros and with no questions asked from the bank tellers.” 

“And you want my soul in return?” I followed up after his deal he proposed. 

“No, something better.” Finn pulled his left hand out of his pocket, placing it upon his scruffy chin. Watching his moves made me want to reach out and stroke his facial hair. I watched his large hand stroke his beard, my eyes never leaving his slender fingers. I swallowed, not even realizing I was salivating in my mouth at how much of a good looking man he was, even if he was a demon. Knowing his large hand he could take me with one tight grip around my throat. 

I couldn’t help but to clear my throat and squeeze my thighs together. I needed to stay focused and not have my mind in the gutter right now. “Like what?” My voice cracked slightly, I knew better, I should have just headed to my car and left, forget about this night and never come back to the crossroads again, but the other part of me wanted to stay, see what he had to offer. 

Before Finn spoke, he shoved his left hand back into his blazer pocket. “I get to have my way with you, whenever and wherever I want.” Finn said nonchalantly, his gaze lazily looking over me. As if he wasn’t interested in me but knew it would be fun to offer the deal.

I blinked, trying to think what he meant by that. “You… You mean have sex with me?” I choked. 

“Yeah, basically a sex slave.” Finn shrugged, as if he wasn’t bothered by anything. “If you don’t like the deal I could just make it to where I come and collect your soul in ten years.” Finn suggested. “Well, not me but my Hellhounds.”

“Hellhounds?” I questioned him. “Is that like a dog or something?” I didn’t understand what he meant by that. 

“More or less, basically they come and rip you apart and collect your soul to bring it down to Hell for my collection.” Finn pulled his hand once more and checked out his nails in a bored manner.

Biting my lower lip, I fiddled with my fingers. Now it was my turn to check out his body fitted in the tight suit. Finn huffed out a breath, folding his arms together, his biceps flexing. “I can let you think-”

“I’ve thought about it.” I blurted out, interpreting him.

“Oh yeah,” He purred, the words rolling off of his tongue like silk. “And what’s your choice, sweetheart?” 

“I’ll do it, I’ll take your deal.” I said without a second thought. I now didn’t know if I was doing this for the money still or to be in the sheets with this demon.

“Great!” Finn smirked, coming closer to me. 

“So, how do we seal the deal? Handshake, I sign my name on a contract with?” I started to extend my hand out towards him.

“Something like that.” He murmured, pulling me closer to him by the waist, his free hand caressed my cheek, leaning down he pressed his lips against mine, planting a surprisingly soft kiss.

My eyes widened, placing my hand on top of his chest. I tried to push the Demon King away. My eyes slowly fluttered shut, I stopped trying to push him away and melted into his touch. Finn pulled away from me, gasping softly for air. I looked up at the demon. “You made a great deal, Melanie.” Finn chuckled. “See you soon.”

That was three months ago. At first I thought Finn would come back in a couple of days but soon days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. He was faithful on his end of the deal, I had money in my bank where I could retire today if I wanted to. My fridge was stocked with groceries, my cabinet stuffed with canned goods, my car even had a full tank of gas every week.

Finals were around the corner and I was spending my saturday at the local library, other students from the college were there too, noses in books, staring at computer screens, some students were so tired from studying they fell asleep their elbows propped up on the table while they rested their head in the palm of their hands, drooling. 

Standing up from my table I forgot one more book for my anatomy class. Walking down the aisle of the large bookshelves I stopped in the health section, my fingers dancing along the spines of the books, looking for the one I needed. 

“Looking for this?” A rich Irish accent asked. Jumping slightly, I looked to my right to see the Demon King, holding up some kind of book about romance. 

I couldn’t help but to giggle. “No.” I grinned at him for picking out such a book.

Finn frowned, looking at the book and placing it randomly on the shelf where it didn’t belong, obviously romance didn’t belong in the health aisle. “I thought you females adore romance novels?” 

“I’d love to be reading about that, but sadly I’m studying for my anatomy final. It's coming up in a few days.” I started to look for the book I needed again, my attention back to the shelf skimming through the books.

“Listen, that’s hot and all,  I’d love to see you study for a final,” Finn teased me about studying in the library. “but I have something else better in mind.” Finn licked his lips and gave a mischievous smile.

“And what could that possibly be?” I asked, looking towards him, my eyes casted downwards, only to grow wide and quickly look back up at him. “You’re joking?” I gasped, Finn was standing there with a pinched tent pressing against his black pants.

“Oh no darling, you see I’ve had quite the chub since I’ve met you.” Finn’s Irish accent thickens with lust. 

“Why now? Why here?” I squeaked, quickly looking around. Luckily nobody was near us until someone needed something from the human resources section. 

“Well, you know how Hell is, soul meetings, soul counts, more meetings, keeping Hell from going, well, you know, Hell.” He chuckled at his word play.

“Okay, I get it. You do a lot of things in Hell to make Hell less Hellish. I have to study for this final so I won’t fail this course, I need to get an ‘A’ on this.” I sighed, trying to find the book I was looking for before Finn appeared.

“May I remind you, Melanie. A deal is a deal.” A growl rumbled from Finn’s chest, his eyes appeared glowing red, they flashed back to his normal colors. “Or you know, I could take away that money and let you struggle again.”

“No!” I said a bit too loudly only to look behind me to see if anyone was there to shush me. Swallowing my pride I turned to face the Demon King. “No, a deal is a deal, I’ll obey.” 

“Now that’s what I like to hear.” He purred lowly, stalking towards me. He towered over me, being a foot and a couple of inches taller than me. “I’ll try not to have you screaming my name, this is a place of silence after all.” Finn snapped his fingers, my clothes disappearing leaving me nude for anyone to see. The cool stale air hitting my bare skin, my nipples becoming slightly hard.

Quickly, I crossed my legs and my hands flew up to my breasts to cover them. Finn tisked, “Don’t play coy now love, you’ve enjoyed this, trust me.” Finn unbuckled his black belt around his black pants. “Just trust me on this, you do trust me, right?” His eyes flashed back to those beautiful bloody red colors. 

“Yes.” I breathed out, it was as if I was under his spell.

The red faded back to his greenish blue eye color. “Great.” Pushing his pants down, Finn rubbed himself through his black boxers. “Now, be a good girl and get on your knees.” 

Obeying his command, I lowered myself onto my knees, the carpet feeling uncomfortable as the rough fabric rubbed up against my skin. “Open.” Finn pushed his boxers down his thick thighs, his cock sprung up, hitting his toned stomach. Gulping, I tore my eyes away from his throbbing erection and looked up at him. “I said, ‘open’.” He demanded again, his words like venom this time, his patients thinning. Slowly opening my mouth, Finn grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth to open up wider. He shoved his salty mushroom tip into my mouth, down my throat. “Hmm fuck.” Finn let out a deep moan. 

Water built up in the corner of my eyes, I tried to catch a breath before he shoved his cock further down my throat again. Digging my nails into his hips, I tried to get him to slow down. His erection thrusting in and out my throat I quickly tapped on his waist to stop. Finn pushed his cock as far down my throat as he could and slowly pulled out. Siliva connected from the tip of his dick to my lips which broke, making it snap back onto my face. Gasping, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “What- What the fuck?” I hissed up at him while wiping my tears away. 

“Sorry, I got out of control.” Finn grumbled, helping me up to my feet. I didn’t want to do this anymore if he was capable of getting out of hand. “I promise it won’t happen again, Melanie. We’ll have a safe word.”

“I think the word ‘stop’ is understandable.” I snapped, giving him a glare.

“Again, my apologies.” He combed his fingers through his dark short hair. “Okay, okay. Stop is our safe word.” 

“It isn’t a safe word, stop means stop.” I nearly barked at him. Finn’s eyes darkened this time, grabbing me by the waist and pinned me against the tall bookshelf. The books slightly rattling behind me.

“I said I’m sorry, now let me claim what’s mine.” Finn grunted, his hard cock nudging against my wet lips. “Oh my.” He smirked in a teasing manner, letting go of my waist with one hand and dipped it in between my thighs, feeling the wet coating. “I think someone got wet from me being too rough.” 

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I looked away from the demon. Finn dipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking off the juices. His eyes shut for a moment before fluttering them open as he pulled his fingers out from his mouth. “Hmm, so sweet.”  He moaned. Finn grabbed my waist again, making me jump up. He hooked his arms underneath my legs, my back pinned against the rough shelves. “Finally.” Finn whispered, he pushed the tip of his cock past my wet folds. “Holy Hell, I knew you’d be tight.” Finn sighed out, his head tossing back slightly. 

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as Finn pushed his full length inside of me, not giving me time to adjust around his cock. “Fuck, you’re- you’re deep.” Digging my nails deep into his shoulder, I left small nail marks on his skin. I was a bit worried that he was going to split me into two. 

“Such a good girl, taking my whole cock.” Finn whimpered, his thrusts becoming deeper, slamming his cock faster. The bookshelf behind me shook and creaked, a few books from the top fell onto the ground with a loud thud. Quickly looking down each side of the aisle for anyone to come by. 

“Don’t worry about love, we’re fine.” Finn grunted. “Just relax and enjoy my cock.” Finn pressed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth, our tongues dancing against each other. 

A coil tightened in my lower stomach as Finn kept pumping his cock in and out of my drenched pussy. “I’m close.” I whined against his lips. Finn pulled away, opening his eyes that were now ruby red.

“I am too, sweetheart.” Finn grunted in my ear. My walls tightened around his pulsing member, my body was shaking with arousal, beads of sweat formed on Finn’s forehead, his muscles flexed underneath his suit. “Fuck, come with me Melanie, come with me.” He nearly roared out.

Crying out Finn’s name we both came at the same time, our juices colliding together. Finn thrust a few more times, pushing his come further inside of me. 

He slowly pulled out, our juices oozed out of my fucked pussy and dripped onto the salmon color carpet. Finn chuckled deeply. “Someone likes to be filled with cream.” Finn teased, helping me onto my own two feet. Finn snapped his fingers, clothes appeared on my body while he adjusted his pants. 

“I should uh, get back to studying.” I murmured, fixing my hair before anyone sees me.

“Here, I think you need this while you study.” Finn grabbed a random book from the shelf and gave it to me. It was the book I was looking for in my anatomy class.

“How did you-”

“I watch you all the time, love, I know.” He chuckled lowly and left on that note.

That was three years ago. College was finally over, I quit my job and moved in with Finn down in Hell. Sure he used me for a sex slave for a couple of months but we both soon caught feelings for each other and moved to the next stage.

“Mommy! Mommy!” My son came running up to me. “Daddy won’t play with me!” I couldn’t help but to laugh, picking up my son and carrying him down the hallway. 

“You know how daddy is, he works a lot, being King isn’t easy.” 

“My queen, would you like me to make lunch for the little one?” One of the demons that helped around asked me.  

“Yes please, thank you.” I nodded, making my way to the throne room. I saw Finn sitting on the throne, murmuring to himself as he rubbed his beard, it looked like he was in train of thought. I let my son down who ran towards my husband. 

“Well, well, well. Isn’t it my queen and little prince.” Finn smirked, putting the paper work away. Finn picked up the Prince of Hell and placed him on his lap. “Let’s raise a little bit of trouble, shall we?” Finn winked towards my direction.

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[alicejoaquin1990]

Wrestling Mastlist - And I do take requests, so don’t be afraid to ask me to make a story for you. I do fluffs,Smuts,etc

🌶❤️‍🔥🔥🔞=smuts/BDSM 18+

♡=Fluffs short stories

😈=Angst very dark, depressing, sadness

😰=H/C (Hurt/Comfort)

🧑🏻‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽=M/F: involves romance between male and female

👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏾=M/M: involves romance between male and male

👩🏻🧔🏽=OC (Original Character)

🤼=A/A (Action/Adventure)

👩🏻‍💻=working on it

🙅🏻‍♀️=nothing at the moment

Damian Priest

365 day 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

Santos Escobar

bed springs 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

bed springs part 2 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

Finn Balor

when i was your man 🥰 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏻

Wheeler Yuta

👩🏻‍💻 🔞Adorn

Wardlow

when i was your man 🥰 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏻

Daniel Garcia

All the Things(Your Man Won’t Do)🔞👩🏻‍💻

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[damiansgoodgirll]

 hi, can you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close friend with basically everyone in the wwe and one day she has a match with like Nia or someone else and she gets injured so bad that everyone around her is worried sick.? maybe she has a closer feeling with the judgement day or Jey but like if you can mention more wrestlers it would be amazing. Thank you so much. I love your writing 

i love this type of requests cause it makes me travel back in time when i was 13 and i used to play wrestling with my best friend (don’t do this at home) and i remember everyone loving me…anyway

sorry for making nia the bad one!

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / jey uso x reader (platonic)

home is where you belong

you never thought you would find it but you did. the place where you felt safe and loved, the place that you called home.

you’ve been wrestling since you were fifteen and once you got eighteen wwe signed you in. two years later now you were living your dream;

travelling from city to city, having sleepovers with your wrestling friends, gossiping about what people you shipped together, talking nonsense with seth rollins and having becky teasing him, watching and learning new techniques from jey uso, training with the judgment day.

everything was a dream for you.

the fans loved you. even if they weren’t fans about your character, they still liked your persona and your positive energy. you had no enemies, you pretended of course, but you had no enemies at all.

many elders took you under their protective wing and you couldn’t be more grateful.

you we are currently training with rhea as you had a big match against nia and you wanted to be ready. you both already knew that the judgement they were gonna help you win this match because, according to the script they had to ruin this moment for you and for nia, but you didn’t care because you knew how fun it was going to be.

so you were ready to kick her ass.

nia, otherwise, wasn’t as happy as you thought. the idea of losing against some teenager like you made her blood boil. she was more experienced than you so why would you had to win? plus, by getting helped by the judgment day?

she didn’t like the idea but she didn’t tell you.

she had something else in mind.

so you were getting ready, your make up flawless, your hair perfectly posing over your shoulders and a smile that could make happy anyone who met you.

you were so ready.

you heard the “boos” when nia entered the ring and you heard everyone cheering for you when you entered. that’s how it was supposed to be so why did she have an envious look in her eyes?

you pretended it was nothing and you started the match as it was supposed to go.

ten minutes later, the judgment day music echoing through the arena, just like the script said.

rhea distracting nia.

following exactly what the script said.

so what did go wrong?

nia attacked rhea. it wasn’t in the script but rhea knew how to handle situations like that.

you could tell by damian’s look that this wasn’t supposed to happen but you took it as an opportunity to distract nia and make your final move, move that made you win that match.

earlier on the schedule but still, you had your win.

“someone beat your ass…” rhea screamed into the microphone, unleashing mixed reactions through the crowd. everyone cheering for you because of your win, not everyone was happy with the way you won but still, you better than nia.

that set her off.

she didn’t like the idea of a teenager beating her but she hated even more the way the crowd laughed at her face, making her seem weak, not strong enough.

the judgment day were leaving the arena, just like the script told them to do after your victory, so what didn’t go as planned?

you were still in the ring, fans clapping for you, the referee still held your hand high and as you were about the leave, nia hit you behind your back.

this wasn’t prepared.

you fell to your knees and before you could do something she dragged you through your hair into the middle of the ring.

“nia?” you said almost too terrified.

the referee tried to get into the two of you but nia pushed her away, hurting her.

“who do you think you are?” she said hoovering you with her body.

“nia what?” you weren’t understanding. why was she doing that? she was your friend, she wasn’t supposed to hurt you.

“don’t act so dumb…” she whispered before attacking you.

for real this time.

nothing prepared.

she was really hurting you. your face first, then your stomach, she kept hurting you, punching you over and over until you couldn’t feel your body anymore.

your head and nose were bleeding.

referees weren’t able to stop her either.

rhea and damian were the first one to intervene when they saw that the referee couldn’t stop her.

rhea attacking her, the referees, trying to get between the two of them, so damian so that as an opportunity to shield you with his body. he could handle nia attacking him.

“damian?” you almost cried.

“hey…shh it’s okay, i got you” he said, slowly moving your hair out of your face and it was in that moment that he saw your bleeding face.

“dam…it hurts” you said clenching your stomach. he felt his heart breaking. the way you were clenching your chest, the way your hands trembled a little, your bleeding face and your eyes full of tears.

he was mad. furious.

“i know…ssshhh…we will take care of you i promise” he whispered.

the crowd was cheering, assuming everything was scripted, but there was an uncomfortable silence going behind the scenes.

everyone watching what was happening in horror.

becky had tears in her eyes and seth was trying to keep her and himself calm because he was mad. cody was speechless. jey ran out of his locker room just to be stopped by the security. dom and finn paralysed in their steps as they were watching everything happening right before their eyes.

that’s what it went wrong.

thankfully, rhea and referees were able to drag nia away from the ring. she knew she went too far but her pride was something she wasn’t willing to give up.

damian was still in the ring with you as medical staff came and assisted you.

you already fell unconscious when damian lifted you up in his arms and dragged you down onto the stretcher waiting for you backstage.

you were rushed to the hospital and honestly no one felt like continuing the show but they had to. jey was next but all he wanted to do was rush to the hospital and stay by your side.

you didn’t even realised that when you woke up you weren’t in some hotel room but you were in a hospital bed. your head still pounding when you remembered what happened.

the doctor told you that you had a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder,a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a heavy concussion. not to count all the bruising and red spots forming all over your body.

then what you didn’t want to hear : no wrestling for at least four months.

your body needed to rest and heal first.

you were trying to hold in all the tears but eventually let them out when the doctor left your room. you were supposed to have your first main event at wrestlemania and now that dream was gone.

while still crying a soft knock echoed through the room.

damian first, then rhea with the rest of the judgment day.

“hey…” she whispered but her heart broke when she saw the tears in your eyes “why are you crying pretty girl?” she asked sitting on the chair next to your bed, followed by the boys who sat on the small couch right beside the window.

“bye bye wrestlemania…” you said with a broken voice.

everyone knew how much you’ve been waiting and wanting that moment.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” she said softly.

“its just it’s not fair…” you whispered “why did she do that? i thought she was my friend…i would have never done that to her rhea…never”

“i know love…because you know your value, you’re kind and sweet and loving and unfortunately you’ve met someone who thought about her ego and her ego only…” she said smiling sadly at you.

“what matters now is that you rest and take your time to heal” damian joined the conversation “you scared everyone back there…” he said making you smile a little.

“i didn’t mean to…”

“we know…or you could tell them that yourself” finn joked.

“what?” you whispered.

“everyone’s here…jey almost punched the doctor when they wouldn’t let him see you” dom laughed “becky is here with seth, cody and shayna are here too…girl you even scared gunther”

“i don’t believe it…” you laughed.

“we can make you believe that” jey said entering the room with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. everyone followed him too.

you were relieved in seeing so many people caring for you in a way not even your friends cared about. you felt loved and appreciated.

you’ve spent the next hour talking nonsense with them all and you almost forgot about the wrestling problem thing.

almost.

when everyone left for your check up with the doctor, the only one who stayed was jey.

he was the only one who noticed the shift in your mood and he knew what was like staying away from what you love do the most, so if you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was willing to do that, if you needed a friendly advice, he was willing to do that too.

“care to tell me what’s on your mind sweetheart?” he asked when the doctor left.

“i’m going to miss all of these…four months of not seeing you all days, no wrestling, no wrestlemania and probably no summerslam too…it’s just, i feel useless and empty not doing what i love jey” you confessed.

“you’re not useless at all, and it’s normal to feel nostalgic right now but it’ll pass and i promise you that you’ll be on your feet for when summerslam comes! i promise you” he said sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder - the healthy one - “i wish i could have done something to stop her but i was the useless one…i hated seeing you in so much pain…she lost her mind and finally she lost her job too”

“what?” you whispered.

“yup! got fired…you know you could sue her right?” jey asked.

“i would never do that…”

“i know…you’re too kind for that…what she did was wrong and completely unacceptable but i’m glad you’re here…” he said softly kissing your head.

“ill be here for a long long time…this is my home after all” you smiled, making jey laugh too.

and it was in that moment that you truly realised how important those weird people were for you, and how important you were for them.

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[rhodesrider]

A Purple Christmas

Mafia!Judgement Day x Little!Fem!Y/N

Warnings: Some flashbacks, some cussing, age regression, mention of weapons, mentions of harassment, mentions of violence/gun violence

Minors! DNI! 18+!

~

Feeling the cool air in her room and soon the light shining on her face, Y/N smiled as she had a long night getting stuff together for her sweethearts while they were at work handling business. The presents one by one still in her room. She wanted to make something practical, that they would wear all the time so she took the time to make bracelets. For each one of them has a special charm. She opened her eyes slow and she yawned some hearing holiday music downstairs. Getting up slow stretching, going to do her usual face routine and putting on slippers peeking out the doorway trying to look downstairs. JD walked by the hallways and smirked seeing her some, motioning her to come down as he was carrying gifts as well. She nodded and went back to grab the bag full of boxes. She walked down carefully and squealed soon getting scooped up by Finn. “Merry Christmas little munchkin!” He growled and play tickled her holding her tight so she doesn’t fall. That got everyone attention and gave a smile to the whole group seeing her smile in the morning. “There’s my little princess!” Rhea squealed some as she loved the holidays the most and had her big gift ready between her legs. Finn put her down in her favorite chair in the living room and kissed her on the forehead one last time before going to his pile ready for her. “Ok so, Dom and Damian are fixing breakfast, and I know you’re hungry but we made a wheel so you can do something before we eat.” JD gave her the wheel kissing her forehead as well before sitting back down. “Is papa making pancakes?” Y/N ask as she examining the wheel. “Your favorite pancakes and fruit bowl. They also made some bacon and eggs.” JD answered as he fixed the three gifts he got Y/N on his side of the L-Couch. “Yummy! But ok I’ll pick now! I wanna exchange my gifts as well!” She smiled happy as she spun the wheel.

The first name was Dominic, “Dom Dom! Come on in here. JD tag in with him.” Rhea instructed and both nodded trading places. Dom smiled and went to Y/N kissing her all over and giving her three small boxes and one giant one. “Open them in any order babydoll.” He watched closely as Y/N started to open them, the first was a pandora bracelet, blank canvas, her last one was broke from a raid that happened to their house earlier in the year and two of her charms were stolen. Dominik protected her while the others handled the men that intruded and held her close in her room calming her down so she wouldn’t have a panic attack. After that he wanted to check but she didn’t want him to leave so he stayed and comforted her the whole time. Y/N shed a tear and he smiled placing it on her wrist for her. She smiled at the small engravement and kissed his nose. “Thank you Dom.” Y/N loved it. The other two were boxes with 3 charms in it each for the bracelet, he slowly restored it back for her and added more. And the big gift was next. “I hope you love it ,it was literally the last one.” He smiled. She opened it smiling seeing it was a giant gengar, a limited edition one that was a pale purple. “You got me a shiny gengar!” She squealed as it was one of Y/Ns Pokemon on her team. She helped Dom get into Pokemon and they always play the newest game the DLCs and battle each other. Y/N held the stuffie close to her and kissed Dom on the cheeks making him blush. Little did he know that Finn already spun the wheel and shoved him to the side excited. “Hey!” He was ready for a fight with Finn and his cheeky smile but Rhea put an end to that giving a look to both. “Stop the rough housing and gift her.” Rhea hissed. She giggled and tossed Dom his gift she made him, “Don’t open it yet ok?” He nodded smiling at the semi wrapped well gift.

Finn proudly took gengar and put him to the side of her and gave her two gifts and one big one. “Sure that was sweet and all pipsqueak but mine is gonna take the cake.” Damien overheard him rolling his eyes and in the process saying in his language “Se va a llevar el pastel solo porque ayudé.” (It’s gonna take the cake only because I helped.) JD smirked some knowing what he said and Finn rolled his eyes. “Why is papa Damien so mean to me?” Finn pouted and it made Y/N pout hugging him. “Ok lass go at it.” She giggled and she started to tear the gifts open. One box contained a beautiful necklace, with Finn’s initials. “Awwww finny…” she smiled and Finn helped her put it on. She opened the next and it was vinyls that she wanted for her collection, limited edition. The last one was an envelope, she looked at it and she teared the top opening it and seeing it was tickets to her favorite artist. She squealed to the top of her lungs and she jumps up and down soon gripping on to Finn hugging him koala style. She’s been wanting to go to the concert for a while but due to how everything is set up she couldn’t go by herself. But Finn took the time to talk to Rhea and she subsided her overprotective ways for her this once, but there was a twist. He had to go with her. “I thought you did like my music teddy bear…” she pouted looking up. He sigh swallowing his pride and shrugged. “Eh I’ll live. It’s only one night and you’ve been wanting to go so bad.” He kissed her and hugged her close. The last gift she opened was another large stuffed animal, the pokemon mudkip. “You said it reminded you of me so why not?” He laughed some. She hugged it close and kissed his cheek giving him his gift. “Don’t open it just yet.” She stopped him before he opened it like a kid on Christmas. He nodded fast and Damien finally finished up breakfast.

After that they started up the wheel again, and Rhea was next. She smiled and she placed her gifts in front of Y/N sitting in front of her watching her rip them open. One small one and one big one. She started with the little one. A necklace, a small locket with her and Rhea in a photo. “Mama I love it.” She smiled and Rhea helped her put it on layering it so it doesn’t overlaps Finn’s. “Now this is very special babygirl, this was passed down in my family. And mama loves you so much that she’s giving it to you. You mean the world to mama, to finny, to Papa and Dom Dom and JJ. You mean everything to us. So I want you to have this ok?”Y/N teared up and Rhea kissed her tears away giggling. “No crying baby. We love you.” Y/N sniffles hugging her again. And the big gift was a giant mimikyu, she was grateful for all the stuffed animals but she’s scared she won’t have any more space in her bed. Next was Damien, he smiled and got his three gifts. “Ok flower, I can’t top tears or squeals I honestly just want that beautiful smile I love seeing.” She nodded and she started to unopen gifts. Damien was always the calm note in Y/Ns time being with them. She would have night terrors and she would need comfort and Damien was always there to calm her and hum to her. One night as they were having a meeting and drinks, and Y/N doesn’t do people well. She walked down the steps to get some water from the kitchen, running into one of the security guards for the other gang that was visiting for a meeting. She was in a big shirt and slippers, saying excuse me to the guard. But he was blocking her way, taunting her some. “You must be the goths pet.” He smirked and looked at her up and down. She was getting uncomfortable, “p-please move…” she said low and the man smirked getting to her level. “I could eat you alive talking to me like that pet.” She was shaking some whimpering and she ran the other way quick upstairs. The man wanted to follow her but was stopped by the last person he wanted to see. “Where are you going?” Damien hissed and looking down at the shorter man, “No where man-“ “I wouldn’t lie. Try again.” The guard was silent and Damien sighed. He walked away and went upstairs slow hearing some crying upstairs.

Damien was growing angry hearing her cry, he hated tears falling from her beautiful face. He knocked on the door and soon hear nothing. “Mamas can I come in?” He heard a broken yes and walked in seeing her hiding under her blanket. “Princess…are you ok?” Damien asked low. He slowly uncovered her from under the blanket and saw that her eyes were puffy, and her knife in her hand. “Baby, why do you have that? Were you protecting yourself?” She nodded fast putting the knife on the other side and getting in his arms crying. Damien was so hurt and that put rage in his heart, someone wanting to touch what’s theirs. He rocked her to calm her down, “I just wanted some water, I’m sorry papa I shouldn’t have left my room…he scared me…” she said in the middle of sobbing. He rocked her more and hummed in her ear holding her close. “No one is ever gonna hurt you angel. Not while we are around.” That was a promise. And the man that bothered Y/N, well Damien put Y/N to sleep and dragged that man outside doing some unspeakable things. His anger is something not to be tampered with. Or what he loves.

Y/N opened beautiful gifts from Damien, handwoven jewelry and rings with beautiful gems inside. “I’m scared to even wear these…” she muttered. It was so beautiful that she feels if she wears them they will crumble to dust. “You don’t have to wear them now baby but I’m so glad you love them.” He smiled and kissed her forehead and nose making her giggle. She put on the woven bracelet and smiled at the beautiful colors. While they discussed some in the living room happy that she’s admiring the gifts there’s still one more person. JD. He was honest nervous about giving his gifts. He’s been with the crew for a while but not as long as they stuck together, and they all been sticking together as a family. Sometimes JD feels like he intrudes into a lot even though he works with them. “JJ?” The sweetest voice took him out of his thoughts and he looked up seeing Y/N over him as he was sat down. “You wanna open mine with everyone first?” She asked feeling he was a bit nervous on his first Christmas. He saw the box in her hand and nodded. They all started to open their gifts and they all saw a homemade bracelet. “I know it’s not much I just didn’t wanna let you guys be without this year…” she rubbed her hands together slightly nervous from their expressions. “Babygirl it’s beautiful..” Finn smiled putting it on seeing it was a black and followed by his favorite color. The same patterns with everyone else and special charms that symbolized them. JD saw his charm seeing it was a small angel. “You are one of my protectors no matter how long I’ve known I thank you everyday for loving me, accepting me and being here for me JJ..” he sniffled some letting a tear fall. “Thank you dollface.” He kissed her cheek hugging her. Dominik has an angel and a mood checker charm, symbolizing him watching her and communicating her moods and tempers, when she wants to be little and hide away, he’s her protecter and keep her moods in check so she can survive. Rhea has the angel and a figure of them hugging holding a heart. Symbolism of her being her first love, Rhea was her first everything and will always be her mama. Damien had the extra charm of an angel and a lion, royalty and a proud papa like most lions are. And Finn a charm of an angel and a jokester icon, always making her laugh and playing with her to keep her little and making her happy right to left. JD gave his gifts next, an Apple Watch with a cute band in the next box and new AirPods. “Thank you JJ!” She said excited to set it up and get it working on her phone. Rhea was proud of JD, and so happy that Y/N had a great Christmas.

“So baby who had the best gifts?”Dominik asked while they were all watching some Christmas movies. “I loved all of them silly! I can’t choose.” She smiled as she sat in Damien’s lap playing with his necklace. “It was me.” Finn muttered. Dom rolled his eyes. Rhea threw a small object at Finn giving him a look. “I’m glad you had a wonderful Christmas babygirl.” The warmest smile was still on JDs face looking at the bracelet grateful of his gift. “The best Christmas.” He mumbled kissing the charm.

Merry Christmas~

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[smartycvnt]

Prince of Darkness*

Title: Prince of Darkness Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader Prompt: 1." Shh! There's people in the other room." + 6. "You look good with my hands around your throat." MINORS DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving) R WC: 842

The only way that Y/n could think to describe Finn in that moment was unfair. It was unfair how absolutely gorgeous he was as he stood huddled in the corner with the rest of his stablemates. They weren't supposed to have been at Jey's party. Jey had promised you that it was truly only people that could be trusted, and Y/n knew firsthand that Judgement Day weren't trustworthy. Every single one of them was a snake, but that wasn't going to stop Y/n's attraction to Finn. She found it unfortunate, but there was a history between them, one that had proven to be difficult to ignore.

"How long are you gonna keep staring at me, love?" Finn asked. Y/n wasn't sure how long ago she had taken her eyes off of him, but it hadn't been long enough for him to simply walk over. "Why don't you give me a tour of the place?"

"I'm sure that Jey offered you a tour earlier," Y/n said.

"He did, but I want you to show me around." Finn draped his arm around Y/n's shoulder as he guided her away from the makeshift bar she had been sitting at. Jey would kill Finn if he found out about this, but that made it so much more interesting for Y/n. That was why she had spent so much time flirting with Finn whenever she had been a part of The Bloodline. She liked the danger that came with the two factions potentially feuding with each other.

Y/n looked around to make sure that nobody was watching as she led Finn around the house. He kept his arm around her shoulders as the two of them moved together. It was the closest that she had felt to being a kept woman in a long time. Professional wrestling didn't exactly make it easy to date, and there weren't a lot of guys brave enough to go near her with her brothers around. Finn had once been one of those guys, but she had noticed a chance in him recently. He had been floundering a little bit before, but now that he had a title again, he was on top of the world once again.

The two of them moved quickly once they were behind a closed door. Y/n wasted no time in undoing each of the buttons on Finn's shirt. She ran her fingers over his abs, feeling as the muscles tensed beneath her touch. Finn bit his lip as Y/n dropped down onto her knees in front of him. He glanced down at her, but quickly had to look away from Y/n's gaze. She had always been a woman to go after what she wanted, and despite Finn wanting this just as badly, he had never felt so out of control before. Y/n was the one doing everything that Finn wanted, and yet, Finn would have done absolutely anything for her to touch him.

"Fuck, yes," Finn moaned as Y/n took his cock into her mouth. The pleasure was short lived as Y/n pulled back to shush Finn.

"Shh! There's people in the other room. You wouldn't want them to come in and see you like this, would you? I hear you've got a reputation as a big, tough guy these days. It might be hard to maintain that when they see you moaning like the pretty little prince I know you are," Y/n teased. Finn clenched his jaw and tried to keep a steely gaze forward as Y/n took him back into her mouth. He held strong for the most part, but Y/n could see the cracks forming the closer her got to cumming. Truthfully, she preferred the moans and whimpers as he tried to thrust his cock further down her throat to the grunts and growls that Finn seemed to be forcing in their place.

Finn's back hit the wall as he slid down it. Y/n backed away and took in the sight of him sitting back against the wall, the satisfied smile of exhaustion on his face. He would be back up to his feet momentarily, but Y/n would take every second she could to watch as he gathered himself up. The smile on Finn's face didn't leave it, note even as Y/n pulled him in for a kiss. She let her hands rest on the sides of his neck with her thumbs meeting in the middle. Y/n licked her lips as she ran her thumb along the column of him neck.

"Interesting," Y/n mumbled.

"What?" Finn asked as he started to sit up a little. Y/n moved along with him, allowing her hands to remain there.

"You look good with my hands around your throat." Finn swallowed somewhat nervously. It wasn't a bad nervous, but an excited one. He could practically see the cogs turning inside of Y/n's head as she thought of ways to use her newfound information.

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[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Hi umm, can I have three large Yandere cultists please?

Judgement Day, Number 22?

Slides a rubber duck, some lint, and a paper clip

Sweet As Honey

Summary: You’re meant to be a sacrifice, but the monsters in the woods have decided you were just to much fun to kill

prompt: “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, darling. Your blood just taste so sweet~,” 

warnings: yandere!judgment Day, Vampire!Judgment day, intended killing, human sacrifice

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“Please, Mother! Reconsider!” You begged, gripping the bottom of your mothers dress as you sobbed at her feet.

“I have to, you are the perfect candidate. virgin, no suitor, they will except you and we will be safe again.” She wouldn’t look down at you, and you shoved your face into her dress at the mention of ‘them.’

A pack of beast who lived in the woods surrounding your village. In the old years they would attack farms, taking the animals. And if anyone tried to stop them the blood would be drained from their body. Eventually, they realized if they made a human sacrifice the monsters would leave the village alone. There wasn’t a set amount of time, but when they wanted another they would attack a farm to remind the people.

I’m your life, you had seen two women sacrificed. The first was a 15 year old girl, who had been returned. They had been furious, and began killing nightly. To calm them, a women was given the night before her wedding. People tried to ask the 15 year old girl what had happened, but she refused to talk about it. In fact, she hadn’t spoken to anyone since and took her life only a year again. And now, they wanted another.

“There must be another way!” She still didn’t say anything, and the door to your home flew open. A few men stormed into the room to grab you, causing your to scream and struggle as they dragged you out. “Mom! Please!”

They dragged you down the road towards the woods, clearly not caring about the struggle you were putting up. When the crowd saw you, those who weren’t holding lanterns swarmed you, yanking your clothing off and dressing you in a small white dress. No shoes. Your arms were pulled to the side and you were tied up, only your legs free.

“Go.” A man pointed to the woods after setting you down.

“Please…” you begged again, hoping someone would help you. But you knew they wouldn’t.

A sharp dagger was pushed against your collarbone, cutting the skin lightly. You hissed at the pain, feeling a small amount of blood drip down. “I won’t tell you again. Go.”

You sniffled, but stood up straight. You wouldn’t walk away with your head bowed down. You turned towards the woods, took a deep breath, and began walking. The trees towered over you, and you felt like a child again, scared of the shadows in your room.

You didn’t hear it, but you felt a fish of wind and something slam into you. You let out a quiet scream, and everything went black.

——————

“She’s waking up,” a voice spoke as you opened your eyes slowly. Your arms were held above your head, and your feet just barely touched the ground. The room was dark, and made of stone, and your entire body ached. A glance down showed your white dress stained with dirt and blood, and a glance up showed four figures in the room.

“Good morning, sleeping beautiful.” A pale man with dark hair spoke as he stepped forward. “I was starting to worry we killed you.”

“Where am I?” You whispered, voice barely working.

“Even her voice sounds innocent,” the only women spoke. Her hair was cut short, and she had pieces of metal in her face. You had never seen such a thing.

“Be nice, she’s scared,” the tallest man spoke that time. His hair was braided, and despite his size he felt like the safest person in the room.

“Doesn’t that make it better?” The last man spoke. He stood close to the women, and he licked his lips lightly. You caught sight of his teeth, long and sharp.

“They really have us a good one,” the first man spoke up. He was right in front of you and reached up to touch your neck. Pain shit through your neck and you tried to pull away, but he caught you. “A little tender? I’m sorry love, but most people don’t live long enough to feel sore.” His voice seemed to make you tired, as though in a dream.

“Poor, lost, little girl,” the women walked forward, and the first man stepped out of the way. “Aren’t we lucky Finn took the time to look at your face, otherwise your body would be being devoured by animals.” Your head was heavy, and her hand went up to cradle your face. “Do you know why we saved you?” She shook your head for you. “Because we couldn’t help but save such a lost little soul.” She leaned forward and pulled you into a kiss, and she didn’t seem to mind that you weren’t kissing back.

“We are going to devour you, sweetheart.” She stood back, allowing the man with long, braided hair to approach you. “I can’t wait to make you ours,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against your forehead. Finally, the last man stepped up. He didn’t actually say anything, but he leaned in and bit into your neck. You let out a cry at the feeling of his teeth sinking in and blood flowing out. In the back of your mind you could hear the others laughing, but you were more focused on how light headed you were becoming as he drank your blood.

Finally, he stepped back, a bit of blood dripping down his chin. He reached up to whip some of your tears away, and placed a kiss on your lips. You could roast your blood.

 “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, darling. Your blood just taste so sweet~,” he whispered. He walked over to the other three as the door opened. “We’ll be back soon love. Just sit tight.”

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[eradicatorhea]

Question...? - Finn Balor one-shot

Finn Balor angst that has been in my mind since Monday

I haven't wrote angst in a long time so bare with me pls :,)

set after/during the events of June 5th RAW main event, ft. demon balor

Enjoy <33

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“Why are you here?”

It wasn’t an unfamiliar question. Finn Balor had been asked it, several times in several countries and cities. He always had an answer. For work, for vacation, to watch an event nearby. And it was always a satisfactory answer.

There was no answer that the Irishman could give to wipe the look of disappointment off the face of Damian Priest. Really, he didn’t have an answer. He had no excuse for breaking Damians agreement with his opponent of no backup. Instead he just sat there, back against the barricade, hand ghosting over his throat. All he could do was watch.

His eyes were trained on the towering Puerto Rican and his opponent, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Why are you here?”

The formerly innocent question plagued his mind. He was the prince, the danger of the Judgement Day, and formerly, the Demon. He knew who he was, all of his gimmicks were created for a purpose, a persona for him to play to fit whatever situations arise. So why was he, Finn Balor, zoning out on the floor, watching his friend and stablemate get pinned for a three count, and feeling nothing?

He didn’t hear the bell ring. All he heard was that repeated question, playing like a broken record.

—

“Why are you here?”

The same terrible question was asked to him just moments later, in a dark room, staring at his reflection.

Balor knew he messed up. Truly, he did, but he was still unable to speak, to explain and apologize to Rhea and Dominik, who he’d left behind to try to help, and to beg for the forgiveness of the punishment, Damian Priest. He couldn’t look them in the eye, so he went alone, to some abandoned dressing room and shut off the lights. He made his way to the sink and mirror in one corner, furthest from the door, and splashed water on his face.

It was then that he heard it.

“Why are you here, little prince?”

Finn turned around, finding himself still alone. He muttered to himself that he’s just paranoid, and must be hearing things. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Turning back to face the sink, he realized the mirror, and the creature looking back at him.

Balor came face to face with the Demon, a part of himself he kept locked away for a long time. The two were just separated by the barrier of the mirror. Black, red and purple grinned back at the serious, pale expression on the other side.

Balor opened his mouth to speak, but the Demon beat him to it.

“They don’t need you anymore, Balor. They haven’t since… well, since before Wrestlemania.” The Demons teeth shone, pearly white daggers visible with every word.

“That's not true and you know it.” Balor spat back, crossing his arms.

“Hm. You’re correct, little prince. They don’t need you. They don’t want you.” The Demon cackled, throwing its head back in laughter. “Not even good ol’ Edge wanted you, Finn. He wanted me. You know it’s true.”

“Why are you here, Finn Balor, and why am I not?”

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[claymorexpunisher]

I Don’t Wanna Be in Love (Drabble)

Pairing(s): Finn Bálor/Fem. Reader

Summary: I can't find the anon message now because of course I can't (thanks, Tumblr!). But from what I remembered this was an anon request for married!Finn and the reader's in love with him. tough break for the reader tonight! Yeesh.

Tags: Angst, Language, unrequited love, heartbreak, sad feels all around.

Word Count: 493

It was no secret that I was in love with my best friend, Finn.

Well, it was no secret to anyone except maybe Finn himself.

He and I had always been close.

From the moment we both came up at NXT we were like white on rice.

And as much as it hurt me to not be able to call him mine, I was glad that I still had him in my life to some degree.

But as soon as he met Natalie, that all pretty much changed, and I immediately knew where they were headed.

I could see the almost constant glow on Finn’s features.

The extra pep in his step and the light in his eyes whenever she so much as entered the room.

And as selfish as I knew it was, I secretly wished for that happiness to be because of me.

But it wasn’t.

Of course, it wasn’t.

I went from being the most important woman in his life (after his mother) to… number three at best.

Though as of late it felt like I was much, much lower on that list.

~~~

‘’Are we gonna go out for drinks tonight? Today was a long ass day. We’ve earned ourselves a shot or two, right?’’ I smiled at Finn, praying that the stars would align at least for today and that it would be just the two of us like old times.

No such luck.

‘’Only if Nat can join. She just texted me this morning sayin’ she was gonna come down here so we could spend some time together.’’ Finn said, smiling brightly at me.

I tried to smile back.

I really fucking did.

But I was done.

Done hiding.

I was done swallowing the ever-present lump in my throat whenever she was mentioned.

I was done pretending.

‘’Oh! Um… Well, I hope ya’ll have fun.’’ I smiled even as Finn began to frown.

‘’You’re not comin’? I thought we earned those shots?’’ He smirked, completely oblivious to the way my heart was twisting furiously in my chest, making me nauseous.

But I needed to do this.

For me.

Being around someone who you know will never love you the way you want them to, isn’t healthy.

It was fuckin’ torture and I deserved better.

I needed to stop doing this to myself.

I didn’t have the balls to tell him how I felt, but the least I could do for myself was to put some distance.

At least for a good while.

‘’Nah, we could totally go some other time! You and Nat should be together. You’re on the road a lot and I’m sure you two want some alone. We’ll hang out soon.’’ I said, shrugging as I gave him a smile I didn’t really feel.

I didn’t let him respond before I made my way out of his hotel room and into mine.

I was definitely having those drinks tonight.

Just… just not with him.

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[dirtywrestling]

Fiction to Reality - Finn Balor (18+)

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Pairing: Finn Balor x Melaine

Summary: Finn finds Melanie's Fan Fictions about him dominating her and he actually does the things she wrote about him doing.

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Smut, Dominate!Finn, Writing Fan Fic, Spanking, Foul Language, Daddy!Finn Balor, Daddy!Kink, Handcuffs, Minors DNI

Word Count: 2,179

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My fingers typed fast across the white keyboard.

Click, click, click.

 Looking up at the screen, my eyes scanned the sentence, ‘He pinned me against the soft mattress, my arms above my head.’ I read to myself. Having these little fantasies at night helped myself reveal the kinks I like. I was in my own little world that I didn’t even notice Finn leaning against the doorway, watching me.

“Paying the bills there, Melanie?” Finn teased, laughing at how I nearly jumped out of the leather chair I sat in. “Whatcha doing?” He made his way towards me, trying to get a glance at the screen. Quickly skimming the mouse across the monitor, exiting out of the google docs.

“Just watching Netflix.” I smiled innocently at my boyfriend.

Finn arched his eyebrow at my suspicious behavior, “You have to type so fast on the keyboard to watch Netflix?” he chuckled. 

I could feel my cheeks becoming bright red at the ridiculous answer I gave.

Week’s went by and all was well. Finn was finishing up a tour in Germany while I stayed at home, cleaning, prepping meals for Finn’s next workout session, rearranging furniture. My life wasn’t as starstruck as Finn’s but it was my life, I don’t think I could’ve handled all of the fame like Finn does.

Walking up the driveway with two grocery bags in my arms, I struggled to get the door unlocked. Finally twisting the key to unlock it, I pushed the door open, kicking it close behind me as I made my way to the kitchen, putting canned goods away and other items. I started to think about the short story I was writing about Finn and me, wondering how I was going to end the story. I knew it needed to be extra saucy.

Just thinking about how he dominated me in my dreams, it was hard not to write about them and fantasies about it throughout the day. 

Once the groceries were put away, I made my way up the stairs to my office to finish my fanfiction. Opening the closed door there I saw Finn, sitting on the black swivel chair behind the desk.

“Hey baby, you’re home early.” You eyed him, studying his facial reaction. He didn’t look too pleased. I stayed by the door, not nearing him just in case he came across something he didn’t like. That something being the fanfics. 

“Yeah, they offered us to stay and look around the place after the last event but I just wanted to get home.” Finn shrugged, using a very plain voice that I never heard of. 

“So, are you okay?” I walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, giving him a slight massage. My eyes cast on the screen, letters, full sentences. Maybe it was an email? My eyes looked at the top left corner the title read. ‘Punishment from Daddy.’ My heart skipped a beat, a cold sweat rushed through my body. “How’d you figure out my password?” I swallowed nervously, scared to know his reaction after reading this.

“It’s the date when we first met.” He grumbled, his elbow resting on the left armrest while his chin resting in the palm of his hand, index finger rubbing his upper lip as if he was concepting about something. 

“Are you mad?” I said so softly I wasn’t sure he had heard, opening my mouth about to speak again. “Are you-”

“Go to our room, undress and bend over the bed.” He interrupted me. I stood there, dumbfounded as if I didn’t understand what he had just said. He looked up at me, his greenish blue eyes were clouded, it was hard to tell if it was from anger or lust. “Now, Melanie!” He snapped, his fist clenching.

I never moved so fast in my life, I bolted out of the office room and down the hall to our bedroom. My heart was pumping a mile per minute, I didn’t know what to think. Stripping, my clothes piled around me, slipping my panties down my smooth legs I let them drop on the carpet floor I vacuumed earlier today. My nipples hardened as the cool air danced around them,  I shivered, goosebumps breaking out on my skin. I bent over the foot of the bed, legs spread. The soft comforter rubbed up against my aching nipples, the edge of the bed glazed against my sensitive clit. 

Minutes ticked by slowly as I waited for my lover, I was alone, with my thoughts running wild. 

‘He thinks I’m a weirdo.’

‘He’s going to break up with me.’

‘He’s going to tell his friends in the company about how I write fanfics about us.’

I closed my eyes tightly, a single tear shred down my cheek as I thought of those horrible things.

‘Wait. If that were true, then why the fuck am I bent over the bed naked?!’ The voice in the back of my head yelled out.

I sighed out in relief, slowly calming down and started to control my breathing.

“Such a pretty sight.” Finn purred, walking into the bedroom. He kicked my feet a little more apart from one another, making my pussy more exposed. “And look,” He dragged the tip of his finger lightly over my glistening pussy. ‘Already soaking for me.” He placed his warm hands on my shoulders and slowly dragged them down my back. “Now, why have you never told me about these dirty little fantasies of yours?” 

I bit my bottom lip, so hard that I thought it was going to bleed. “I didn’t think you’d be opposed to it.” A sharp slap landed on my ass cheek, making me yelp.

“Oh baby, you don’t need to keep secrets like this away from me, I encourage you to be kinky.” 

“You- You do?” I stumbled over my words, looking over my shoulder to see if Finn was serious.

“Of course! It’s natural, love.” He gave my ass another swat, massaging the redness. “But, daddy has to teach you a lesson for keeping all of these little stories from me.” His clothed cock grinds against my wet entrance. A soft whimper escaped my lips as he pulled away from me and headed towaqrds the closet. He pulled out a large trunk, he never told me to open it and I always wondered what was in the mysterious box, but like a good obedient girl, I never went near it. 

The trunk creaked open as Finn lifted the top up, pulling a few things. He made his way back to me, grabbing each of my wrists and putting them behind my back. Clicking sounds hit my ears, I wanted to look over my shoulders to see what was making that sound but I had a good idea of what it was when I felt the cold metal hit my wrist. He was handcuffing me!

One of my dirty fantasies, being cuffed up. “Good girl.” He praised, giving my ass another slap, his hands dipped in between my thighs, cupping my pussy. It quivered, begging to be stuffed with his cock. His finger grazed against my clit, slowly dipping his fingers into my aching pussy. A soft gasp left my lips, “Finn, please.” I begged, nearly going on my tippy toes, I tried my best to push my ass back against his touch for him to go deeper. 

“In time, sweet thing, in time.” With his free hand, Finn gripped my waist and held me still. He pulled his fingers slowly out of my pussy, putting them against his lips and sucking off the sweet nectar off of his fingers. “Always tastes so sweet.” His deep voice was a rumbling growl that ached my core even more. Finn dropped down to his knees, kneading his fingers into my cheeks, spreading them slightly. He dipped his face in between my thighs, flicking his tongue against my clit. 

I squealed in delight, arching my back and being on my tippy toes, trying to get away from his hot tongue. 

“Stay put.” He snarled, gripping at my waist so I would stay in place. He licked from my clit all the way up my slit. He did this a few more times, enjoying my whining and begging until he finally pushed his tongue past my soaking cunt. His tongue swirled around my clenching walls, collecting all of my juices.

“I’m close, I’m close!” I squealed out, tugging at the cuffs that bounded my wrists close together. A loud whine left my lips when he pulled away from my drenched pussy, I tried to push my ass closer to him, showing him I wanted more.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tisked. “This is a punishment, Melanie.” 

I shoved my face into the plush blanket, groaning loudly only to be muffled.

Finn stood on his two feet, I could hear his belt clinking and clanking, tugging it off of his waist. Tugging his shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the corner of the room, probably near the dirty hamper. He kicked off his jeans, throwing them in the same place, leaving him in his tight black boxers. “So, you think about me dominating you often?” He asked, rubbing his covered cock against your pussy lips once more. The fabric of his boxers soaking up the juices, leaving a stain.

“Yes.” I moaned, only to be muffled by the blanket my face was against. 

“I asked you a question, little girl.” He fussed, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up from the blanket, I gasped for air. “Answer.” He demanded, giving my ass another slap with his free hand. 

“Yes! Yes I do!” I confessed, tugging at the uncomfortable bonds on my wrists. 

Finn pulled his hips away from my soaking core, pushing his boxers down his muscular legs and kicking them away from us. Gripping the tip of his cock he slowly fisted his length, pushing his fisted hand downwards only to bring it back upwards, stroking himself. “I suppose you’ve earned your reward.” He grumbled, letting go of my hair, my head rested back onto the mattress. Finn continuously stroked and stopped at the base of his cock, he lined it up against my entrance, slowly pushing the tip of his dick inside.

I hissed as he stretched me, his cock sinking slowly into me, a fiery burn spread as he pushed further, slowly turning into pleasure. 

“That’s it, take my cock.” He hushed, “Taking it so well.” he sucked in a breath as his cock was now fully inside of me. 

“Please, move.” I whined, balling my fists, digging my nails into my palm. “I need it, I need you!” I tugged at the metal cuffs once again, the light chains connected to the cuffs jingled.

Finn slowly pulled out only to slam his cock back into me, both of us moaning in sync. Everytime he pushed his hips into me, I jolted forwards, he grabbed the chain in between the cuffs, giving them a slight tug. “Y- Yes!” I pushed my ass back against him every time he fucked up into me, my walls clenched tightly around him.

“Fuck, baby, so wet.” He looked down, watching how his cock pushed in my pussy and how it was covered in my juices. “Fuck, Melanie going to make me come.” He huffed, slamming his hips harder than before, picking up the pace from a rhythmic movement to sloppy.

My vision became blurry, almost to see black spots. “Finn-”

“Come for me, baby.” Finn spoke breathlessly, “Come, Melanie, fucking come!” Finn roared out his release, feeling his come squirting into me made me lose control. I squeezed my eyes shut as I climaxed on his cock. Finn kept thrusting his hips, riding out both of our orgasms and also pushing his seed further into me. 

Heart pounding, shaky breath, I tried to calm down as I slowly came down from my high. Finn slowly pulled out, trying not to hurt me. He quickly grabbed the key to the cuffs, once they were off I immediately grabbed a hold of my bruising wrists. “Sorry love, if I was too rough.” He frowned, realizing that there would be bruising from it. He walked out of the bedroom into the connected bathroom, quickly coming back with a pair of clean boxers on and a warm washcloth. The warmth of the washcloth made me jump slightly as I was still bent lazily over the bed. I hummed softly as the warm damp fabric rubbed against my sensitive fucked pussy, making me squirm slightly.

Once we both were cleaned up, we climbed into bed, snuggling up against one another. “Please,” Finn stated. “If you find out more kinks you have, let me know.”

“I might have a few more.” I blushed, looking up at him with my hand on his chest, loving the way his eyes sparked at my answer.

Finn Balor's Masterlist

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[windhamsrotunda]

Only Hell Comes

Pairing: Edge (WWE) x Female! Reader

Summary: Edge has some unfinished business to take care of with his old disciples The Judgment Day after his return at SummerSlam.

Rating / Warnings: Mature, Descriptions of Violence, LOTS of mentioning(s) of The Judgement Day and The Mysterios (they live in this fanfic mainly with Edge), Angst, Smut, Dominant! Edge, Use of pet names (Lady bug, pretty girl),  Finn flirting with YN later on in the fic backstage, Overly Protective / Pissed! Edge, 18+ Only. 

Word Count: 6,057

(DIVIDER CREDITS GO TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER!!)

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You were at WWE’s backstage in Nashville, Tennesse at Summer Slam in the arena where the capacity was over 40,000 fans to hold in such a massive place like this. You chewed on your freshly black polished nails, your boyfriend, Adam, was scheduled to make his return ever since the June 6th episode of Raw, where he had been betrayed by his former disciples, The Judgment Day. He was somewhere in the archives, but wasn’t yet seen. Rey and Dominik, who were your closest friends, had been scheduled for a no disqualification match that very Saturday night with Damian Priest and Finn Balor.  

You pushed a thin strand of your h/c hair to the side that was falling into your face, your mind growing with worrisome thoughts and the ‘’what if this happens tonight?’’ popping up all over in your head. Rhea Ripley, who’s a part of The Judgment Day, was known to be one of your best friends since she joined the WWE to train to become the entertainer she is today. A best friend who had recently betrayed you was the most heart wrenching thing to ever put up with. She was like another person, a person who you would never forgive after what she has done to you, nobody like her should be trusted. Ever. 

‘’Good luck tonight out there, guys.’’ You greeted Rey and Dominik, who were heading out to somehow in some way get revenge on The Judgement Day. 

‘’Thank you, YN. We’ll make sure we kick their asses for you,’’ Dominik winked, followed by a laugh from his father Rey.   

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Rey and Dominik to get their revenge on Rhea, Damian, and Finn. This match was going to be one hell of a show to never forget, one for the ages. You have had hope left in you for them as you watched on like a proud, close friend who was considered family to The Mysterio’s. Sitting yourself down in a chair, you watched on the big television screen from the backstage area, the worrisome thoughts began to disappear without a trace as your eyes were glued to the silver screen, displaying Rey and Dominik coming down the ramp and into the ring they were about to share with Damian and Finn. Smiling, your arms were tightly crossed against your chest hugging yourself, telling yourself mentally: ‘’They’re going to get their vengeance.’’ 

Right as Rey and Dominik had Finn and Damian slung over in the ropes, they attempted to dial up the ‘’619’’ move, but that damn bitch Rhea had to ruin it by pulling them both out of the ring by force. Your eyes rolled, sighing while your fingers tapped at a steady pace upon your lap.  

‘’Get a chair!’’ Rhea demanded, pointing at Finn demanding orders to him to finish your closest friends off. 

‘’No, no, no. This can’t end this way----’’ You sprung from out of your chair, with the biggest concern washed over your face.  

Within seconds before the chaos grew more intense, the blood red brood lights shone across the screen. You gasped, your boyfriend Adam, who you had not seen in 2 months, looked so different, yet so reborn. He had a red jacket with spikes on the shoulders, black skinny jean pants, and appeared to had fix his hair up a bit. Before you knew it, he was running down the long-trailed ramp, giving Finn Balor a forceful high kick to the jaw. As Damian tried to retreat from out of the ring, Adam speared a hole right through him. The crowd’s reaction was astounding, not even you could get the words out to coherent your sentences properly. It felt so refreshing to have Adam back. To not only get his vengeance on The Judgement Day, but saving your closest friends from devastating injuries. 

‘’That’s my Adam!’’ You yelled, celebrating his return while the cameras panned in on a devious smiling Adam by Rey and Dominik’s side, Dominik appearing to pin Damian for the ‘’3 count’’ to be claimed as victorious. Your emotions washed over you, you were filled with rapturous feelings it was unbearable to handle.  

It was just a good night. 

‘’Adam!’’ You darted over to your boyfriend, giving him a wide smile and welcoming arms to embrace him into a bear hug. 

‘’Hi, honey. How have you been? My gosh, haven’t seen you in over 2 months. I didn’t know you were going to be here,’’ He was in awe by the way you have reacted when you saw him in person instead of on a big tv screen. 

‘’Long story short, I came here not only to support Rey and Dominik, but I had a heavy feeling you were going to return tonight. So, I traveled over 1,000 miles just to see you guys.’’ You rubbed the back of your boyfriend’s neck, he hummed in delight by your delicate touch on his skin.  

‘’1,000 miles?  You’re shitting, right?’’ Adam let out a laugh, shocked only for you to do such a thing.  

You playfully nuzzled the tip of your nose against his, he had no idea you had this all planned in your head after all. He placed large hands on the back of your head, forehead against yours's as you were about to fall into his trap normally like you usually do whenever you’re with him. You smelled the cologne off of him, he smelled so good it was so addicting. The smell of his cologne was your favorite smell of all besides the scent of lavenders. Sighing, you suddenly pulled away. 

‘’What’s up, ladybug?’’ He asked with a hand clamped on your shoulder; his hazel green eyes deeply boring into yours's. 

‘’It’s just I haven’t seen you in over two months, babe. I missed you so, so much. You should know one thing, and one thing only. I want you around every day like you used to be. It’s.... just not the same anymore.’’ You stated, standing back scratching the back of your neck with nails dug deep into your skin. 

‘’No, no. Please do not think like this, YN. You’ll always have me around; I promise you under one condition. I will never leave you like I did two months ago, okay ladybug?’’ Adam scooched in closer to you, his palm now cupping the side of your cheek. 

‘’Okay.’’ You replied, realizing the words that he spoke to you were true.  

Perhaps you were overthinking shit again, but today was not the day to overthink. You wanted to think carelessly and live free, but the chair to the skull of Adam is unforgettable. The Judgment Day was always there in your head, they just needed to be stopped. But how? How can you stop them when they’re powerful and not to forget, your ex best fucking friend was dragged deep into the depths of hell and sold her soul to the devil that very day when she joined forces with them. 

‘’Now come on, let’s go home.’’ Your boyfriend took your hand into his, exiting out of the arena with you to catch a private jet. 

Once the two of you arrived at your destination to reserve seats on a private jet, he leaded you into a backroom with purple judgment day themed lights. Crashing his pillowy lips onto yours’s, kissing you with a passionate fire burning in his throat, he grumbled something under his breath that was hard to make out. Ignoring the sudden sound he made, his tongue slipped into your mouth, and while your tongues were dancing for dominance, he pushed you against a wall. Adam grabbed a handful of the silk material of your black and white checkered mini skirt, tearing it off of you. The cold air swooshed across your legs, you moaned out his name aloud, your panties growing wetter and wetter by the minute. 

‘’Turn around. Now.’’ He huskily whispered in your ear, striking your ass with the palm of his dominant hand.  

You wince, nodding in eagerness, turning yourself around so your chest was pushed up against the hollowed wall, he controlled where your hands were aimed at, practically pinning them above your head as you felt the large bulge in his pants rubbing against your thigh. His hand glided up underneath your loose shirt, while his other hand was tightly pinning your wrists together. Pulling the shirt that covered you up over your head, he tossed it to the side of the room.  

‘’God pretty girl, you’re soaked.’’ He eyed you down, admiring the cum trickling down your thighs. 

‘’Didn’t have to barely touch you and you’re already this wet for me.’’ Adam t’sked at the hundreds of goosebumps developing on your skin, whatever he had said or done to you made you more drunk in love with him than you already are. He caressed the flesh on your thighs before giving it a light smack, he felt your body up while you were begging for him to fuck you on the private jet. 

‘’A-Adam, please take me.’’ The tone of your voice began too gradually be loud, enough for him to get frustrated and dominant you. 

‘’If you really wanted this, ladybug, you should’ve spoken up sooner,’’ He erotically teased, you mentally adding a ‘’you motherfucker’’ on top of it. 

His idle hands cupped underneath the bottom of your fleshy ass, hoisting you up, quickly switching sides with you so you can be face to face with him. With your skinny legs tightly secured around his waist, you felt the head of his cock slowly sink deep inside of you, inch by very inch. It didn’t take long to adjust down onto his size, but Oh. My. God. He was huge and perfect in size. You could take him like a pro, not having a bit of a problem at all. His jaw had dropped, and his head threw back, moaning blissfully. 

‘’Oh, my fucking god, lady bug. How are you taking all of me so good?’’ He moaned deeply, sending shrilled shivers up your spine, thrusting his hips up for a better angle to send you off the edge. Biting down on your bottom lip, you wailed out his name repeatedly. Adam felt so fucking good inside you, you were unable to coherent words into sentences from being so cock drunk off of him. 

‘’I love you, oh my god!’’ You cried, your walls beginning to clamp around his cock. 

‘’Could do this all night, such a pretty, pretty girl. How did I get this lucky to have a pretty girl like you?’’ He breathlessly chuckled, staring deeply into your e/c eyes, while a gleam of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He looked so good hot and bothered for you, his face fell into your moon lit collarbones, making your pussy throb furiously once he reached your spot. 

‘’Tell me how good I make you fucking feel. Use your words.’’ 

‘’You make me feel beyond good! I’m going to cum, ah!’’ You warned, but not doing so until you had the green light to do it. 

When you were about to hit your highs, Adam pulled out of you, bending you over his knee and his palm striking your ass once more.  

‘’P-please let me cum!’’ You begged, looking up at the Canadian man with short hair, who was laughing at you. 

‘’Not until you make me cum first.’’  

Such a tease. 

Adam ravishingly spanked you again before bringing you down to give him what he wanted in the past 2 months, the thing he was craving from you was your mouth around his cock. 

Your head pushed down onto him with no hesitating offer, you bobbed your head up and down rapidly until you hit the end of his dick. He groaned your name, pulling your head closer on him, gagging while saliva poured from out of your hollowed mouth and onto your breasts. He grasped your h/c locks, shooting his seed inside your mouth. Managing to swallow all of it, your jet-black mascara streamed down your rosy cheeks. 

‘’D-damn, did I hurt you?’’ He panted loudly, kneeling down at your level, grasping the back of your head. 

‘’No, babe. You didn’t hurt me. It was... intense.’’ You trailed off for a second, breaking eye contact with him. 

‘’As in a good intense or bad intense...?’’ He tried to fight the words out of you, but you just weren’t quite ready to tell him exactly how you felt because of your dragged, shallowed breaths. 

‘’It’s okay, ladybug. Let’s get cleaned up.’’ He helped you off of your knees, sitting you down in one of the private jet passenger seats, bringing you some wipes and a baby blue towel to wipe you up. He carefully wiped you down with care, he kissed your inner thigh, making you slightly hum. It went from ‘’Call me daddy’’ to ‘’I’ll take good care of you, princess’’ mode for Adam himself. He instantly switched gears from being a dominant partner, to a love and caring boyfriend who just wanted the best for his girlfriend. 

Your eyebrows raised as it realized to be that he was being so gentle with you. The way he swept the wipe against your skin and drying you off as gently as possible was the reason why you loved him. Exhaling a dragged sigh, you angled your legs up so he could help finish cleaning you up. The Rated R Superstar brought your legs down, and got up off of his knees and leaned down so he could kiss you goodnight.  

‘’Get some rest, baby.’’ He smiled brightly, covering him and you up in a blanket.  

‘’Goodnight Adam, I love you.’’ 

‘’I love you too.’’ 

The very next day, you appeared to have transferred from the private jet and into Adam’s moving car. Groggily rubbing your eyes, your phone lit up. Grabbing your phone, you yawned and swiped down to read a text message from Dominik Mysterio: 

‘’Hi YN. Hope all is well.’’ 

‘’Hey, yeah, I am just in the car with Adam at the moment appearing to drive home.’’ You texted, then putting your phone face down on your lap. 

‘’Somebody must’ve had a good nap.’’ Your boyfriend jokingly said that alarmed you, then turning to focus in on the road. 

You fumbled with your pearly white shoelaces, flashbacking to last night at SummerSlam in Nashville, Tennessee. Adam’s return to the WWE was absolutely mind blowing, you were the proudest girlfriend to have ever lay eyes on The Rated R Superstar. You were glad he joined forces with Rey and Dominik Mysterio once again, the old him but with a new look had returned. You were just lucky to have a man like him by your side at all times. 

Adam put on his turn signal to turn into the street of his home in Asheville, North Carolina. Once you knew it before your very eyes, you were home with him. Pulling up in the driveway of his house, he parked, opening the car door hopping out of his car and then opening the passenger door car to help you out. You thanked him, following behind him as he clutched his keys in one hand to unlock the door to his house. Welcoming you to walk inside first, your eyes skimmed around the living room. Wow, you thought. How nice and aesthetically pleasing the house looking just by your eyes skimming around. You got lost by wandering over to the kitchen, footsteps heavy, your breath was taken away only by the sight of how OCD styled the kitchen looked. Everything neatly stacked in the coverts, including the bright silver-stained knives, forks, and spoons in the drawers of the kitchen. 

‘’Wow.’’ You mouthed, arms then found their way to your waist, pulling you in closely. 

‘’I tend to keep my house clean every so often, you know?’’ His lips tugged into a smile, his head leaning down to purse his lips on your shoulder. Your lungs inhaled the scent of his cologne, it drove you off the wall when he had kissed your shoulders and your sensitive collarbones.  

‘’Yeah, I can tell just by looking at it. You do a really good job.’’ You replied, a hum in satisfaction escaped through you while he continued his attack on your collarbones, teeth gently grazing over your flesh. God fucking damn it, Adam. The burning, passionate sensation became overruling in the heat in between your legs, all you thought about was how he became to be a better boyfriend to you, and how the two of you were going to end The Judgment Day for good. Your mind was swarmed with good, positive thoughts, getting vengeance on Finn, Damian, and Rhea was now on your mind 24/7. You couldn’t procrastinate any longer, you needed to act on it as quickly as possible this coming Monday Night Raw. 

***SKIP TO MONDAY NIGHT RAW*** 

You walked around the backstage area, to check on Adam. Knocking on his locker room door, the door opened within a few seconds.  

‘’Hi honey, what can I do for you?’’ He smiled, leaning his upper body weight against his locker room door. 

‘’Hi babe, I just wanted to tell you to be careful out there. And please keep your eyes peeled, I don’t want anything bad happening to you again.’’ You encouraged, standing on your tippy toes and kissing him on the forehead. 

‘’Trust me, YN. I won’t let anything bad happen. I know all of their silly little games. You won’t see me in a neck brace ever again as far as I am concerned.’’ He winked at you. Something was going to happen tonight, and you weren’t feeling so sure about it. 

‘’Okay. Like I said, just please be cautious. I love you.’’ You gave him a quick peck on the lips before walking away. Your heart pounded violently out of your chest, leaning against a nearby wall, you heard inaudible voices from behind you. Shit, shit. That was your cue to run. 

‘’Where do ya think you’re going, YN?’’ Rhea taunted, Finn and Damian walking by her side, you were outnumbered. 

‘’ADAM!’’ You yelled for your boyfriend, backing away as quickly as possible. 

‘’Rhea, Damian, I think I need you guys to go elsewhere. I got YN.’’ Finn said, a frustrated groan came out of Rhea and Damian both, as they walked away from the two of you.  

You were left with Finn Balor, who couldn’t be trusted as much as them.  

‘’What do you want, Finn?’’ You asked, crossing your arms into your chest. 

‘’You know, YN. I have been wanting to do this with you for quite a while now,’’ He trailed off, his ocean blue eyes spearing into yours's. 

The lump in your throat grew hard, you had no idea what was next for you. Finn chuckled darkly, looking away for a split second, his eyes met yours's again. You were silent, but was being quiet instead of screaming your lungs out for help the best option? 

‘’Leave me alone, please Finn.’’ You pleaded quietly, not even giving him a bit of acknowledgement. His lips eagerly met yours's, you closed your eyes shut, slightly giving in. 

‘’What the fuck?’’ a voice scowled suddenly; it was Adam. 

‘’Hey, hey. Take it easy, man. She was doing you a favor, and being my bitch for the night.’’ Finn spat, laughing at a now pissed off Adam Copeland. 

‘’Fuck you!’’ He screamed, pushing The Judgment Day leader to the ground with force, punching him in the face. 

‘’Adam! Please!’’ You yelled, trying to get him off of Finn Balor before things turned uglier. 

‘’What is all the ruckus going on?!’’ Rey appeared with his son Dominik rushing to the scene, they were shocked to see a bloodied-up Finn. 

‘’This is not over, Adam!’’ Finn screamed, retreating and stumbling off into the distance. 

‘’Damn, you fucked him up good.’’ Dominik commented to Adam, who was huffing and puffing. 

‘’Let’s go, YN. I will see you guys around.’’ Adam drug you out by your arm, and into his locker room to push you down on the couch. 

‘’You really thought I was going to let Finn do this shit to you?” He rebelliously said, hands resting on either side of the burgundy couch, eyes on you. 

‘’No, Adam.’’ Was all you could choke out, eyes slightly tearing up. 

‘’I saw him fucking kiss you the way he did. He’s such a nasty son of a bitch.’’ He stammered, running his hands through his short, blonde hair. 

‘’I--- I know. I am sorry, Adam. I should’ve done something to protect myself from him---’’  

He abbreviatedly cut you off. 

‘’Damn right you should’ve. A promo is calling my name, and I have to go out there now and face the crowd.’’ He grabbed the hem of your shirt, his lips roughly crashing onto yours's. You tasted his tongue which was beginning to devour you whole. Pulling away, he breathlessly said the words: ‘’Finn will never get to have you like I do. Never.’’ 

You nodded, in amazement of how much he can knock the wind out of your lungs by kissing you like he did just now. 

‘’You think you know me?’’ 

His entrance music hit, the crowd went insane due to the long gone ‘’Metalingus.’’ No longer ‘’The Other Side’’ since Damian, Rhea, and Finn took over that theme song. He ran out with a passion, doing what he does best. Not only for him, but for the fans that were in Houston Texas that night as well. Remembering calling the fans ‘’sheep’’ and demanding them to ‘’rise for the judgment day’’ wasn’t really the true Adam you knew. He smiled at the camera, acting like nothing happened between you and Finn. You watched his body language, how his body language was fake, his smile to the crowd was a bit of a fake one. Knowing he was a bit pissed off, and not wanting to put up with anybody’s bullshit, especially Finn Balor’s. He was known to be over protective of you, on and off camera. No matter the circumstances, he made sure he made it well known that only he can have you, no one else can. Not even Finn, not even his friend Damian Priest. 

‘’Finn, Damian, Rhea, I’m going to end The Judgment Day.’’

Was an understatement he was going to make happen pretty soon. He was a man of his word, nobody as crazy as The Rated R Superstar could dismantle The Judgment Day and tear them apart limb by limb. Hell, if it took Rey, Dominik, and Adam to have a three-on-three situation, then so be it.  

‘’That’s damn right, baby!’’ You called out, clapping your hands and cheering for your already not in a good mood boyfriend. You knew in your soul he was going to get his hands on Finn for what he did to you backstage which was uncalled for, he wasn’t happy go lucky with you either. Which you respected in every aspect possible. Because he would never do anything to hurt you at all. Trusting in your gut that he still loves and cares about you, you walked back into his locker room and waited for his return. 

Later that night, Adam was chasing after Damian and Finn in the distance after accidentally spearing Dominik, who seemed to have had it pretty hard. You rushed to the ring, and checked on him alongside with Rey. 

‘’Is he going to be okay?’’ You inquired to WWE Personnel's, looking down in concern on Dominik. 

‘’I am sure he is going to be just fine, YN.’’ Adam Pearce replied, giving an unsure look to you. 

Lies. 

You helped an injured Dominik out of the ring with his father Rey, shoving Adam Pearce out of the way as the crowd in Houston watching on in complete silence, whispering to one another about how Adam Copeland ‘’accidentally’’ speared Dominik when he was supposed to spear Damian Priest instead. An ungodly thing to do to your friend, for heavens sake since it was done on accident. When you, Rey, and Dominik hit backstage, you have seen Finn and Damian knocked out cold on the solid concrete ground. 

''Oh my god. Oh my god.'' You repeatedly said, a crazed Adam must've done this.

‘’Get some help out here, will you!?’’ Adam Pearce called from checking on Dominik Mysterio, to part of The Judgment Day being violently laid out by your boyfriend. Who in god's green earth knew where Rhea Ripley had hid.

Rolling your eyes at the treatment they were giving Damian and Finn, it was unbelievable that they got this much attention, and Dominik didn’t. He might’ve broken his ribs, but who cares, right? 

‘’Yeah, this is a bunch of BS. You guys should’ve treated Dominik for broken ribs. Let’s get out of here, guys.’’ You walked over their lifeless bodies, getting to your car and driving off with Rey in the passenger side and Dominik in the back of the car. 

Rey crooned his neck to check on his son, who was clutching at his ribs from the devastating spear he received, and the assault from The Judgment Day. 

‘’It’ll be okay, son. Just hang in there, okay?’’ He said with worry in his eyes behind the  mask he was wearing. 

‘’I’m hanging in there, father.’’ Dominik winced, giving a weak ‘’thumbs up’’ signal to his worried father figure. 

A call had come through your phone while you were driving. 

‘’My Rated R Superstar <3’’ 

It was Adam. 

You swiped the accept call button on your screen to answer: 

‘’Hello? Babe? Where are you?’’ 

‘’Hi, honey. I’m at *insert random address place here*. Before you get here, you need to drop Rey and Dominik off. I need to have a chat with you alone.’’ His voice dripped in an erotic tone. 

‘’YN, who’s that on the phone?” Rey asked, trying to listen in closely. 

‘’No one don’t worry about it, Rey. And okay, on it.’’ You hung up as soon as Rey was reaching for your phone to grab it out of your hand. 

‘’Stop it, I’m a grown ass woman.’’ You growled, pushing the phone in your back pocket. 

Rey sighed, and folded his arms across his chest not saying another word. You pulled up by a near hotel which was probably around where Adam was at. 

‘’Here we are, Rey, I need you to take care of Dominik and I will give you the money to check into this hotel. I’ll be back tomorrow morning to pick you guys up. Here’s your luggage.’’ You stated, grabbing their luggage. 

‘’Besides, my boyfriend is calling for me.’’  

‘’Wait, wait. Where’s Adam?’’ Dominik questioned in curiosity, while you handed his father the suitcases they took with them. 

‘’Oh, don’t worry about it please. I’m sure he’s fine. I will let you both know tomorrow morning,’’ You gave a weak smile, waving goodbye to Dominik and Rey walking through the hotel doors.  

Now, you got to go see where Adam’s location was at to see what he wanted. You got into your car again, turning the key to the ignition of your car, turning on your GPS and speeding out of the hotel driveway. 

‘’Take the next right onto **** Drive’’. The GPS told you, you took the next right onto where it was telling you to go. Soon as you took a right onto the next street, your eyes scanned through the scenery of the street. It was a bit foggy out, your headlights had shone against the fog, it was around 10pm at night. The insects of the night were screaming, the moon light was far from different than before. Maybe you were dreaming. 

Anxiously driving your car with two hands gripped around the black leather steering wheel, your heart fluttered up your throat, one minute until you hit where your partner is, you added in your head.  

The minute had passed before you knew it.

‘’Your destination is on the left.’’

‘’Arrived.’’

‘’Here goes nothing.’’ You blurted aloud.

You felt your own two feet walk up upon the creaky stairs of the porch, not recognizing whose house this belonged to. Your fist shakily knocked on the door, a large shadow came up to the door, and swung the door open, grabbing you with force – your heart dropped to the floor and you’ve heard the same door you knocked on seconds ago slammed behind you.

‘’Welcome, YN.’’ a Canadian male voice greeted. The light flickered on, Christian?

‘’I--- I didn’t know you moved?’’ You questioned reality, thinking you were going insane as you saw his eyebrows furrow down.

‘’Oh, didn’t I tell you over text a few minutes ago that Adam was not going to be here alone?’’

Okay...

Pulling out your phone from out of your purse, you looked at the text Christian had unexpectedly sent you. You haven’t heard or seen Christian in over 2 years since he departed from WWE and joined AEW. He looked about the same, but his attitude was a bit different.

‘’He wanted to have a talk with me...? Where is he?’’ You looked beside Christian’s shoulder, a 6’5 male figure came from out of the kitchen.

‘’There he is, now the two of you can go have a talk, I will be right back.’’ Christian announced, patting you on the back of the shoulder, leaning in your ear to whisper: ‘’Nice seeing you again.’’ Then giving you a cheap quickened peck on the cheek.

Your cheeks flushed, shaking off the smell of wine lingering from Christian’s breath, your eyes narrowed toward Adam, a tsk came out of him at his best friend.

‘’Christian really doesn’t know any better, does he?’’ He joked regarding the small peck on the cheek Christian gave you, setting his coffee cup down onto the marbled kitchen counter.

‘’I suppose, also were you drinking with him just now?’’ You inquired, pointing at the cup he sat down on the counter resting flat on the surface beside him.

‘’Me? No, don't be silly my little ladybug.’’ He welcomed you with his arms extended, walking towards you. You hugged the back of his neck, your nose burned from the smell of blood red wine split on the same red jacket he was wearing at SummerSlam.

‘’Adam, you can be honest. Were you drinking?’’ You took a step back away from the love of your life, who seemed to be acting a bit off. He scratched the nape of his neck, and let out a frustrated sighed.

‘’Okay, fine. You caught me red handed. I drank only a little sip of wine and that’s it. Besides, I’m a coffee drinker.’’ He explained, you scowled at him instead of accepting the fact he had a drink with his long-time best friend, Christian Cage.

You gritted your teeth together, not getting too pissed off at him to the point where you had to walk away from it all.

‘’YN....’’ Adam voiced, tugging your arm to signal you to stay with him.

‘’I still need to have that talk with you,’’

‘’Promise me one thing, you will be honest with me from now on?’’ Your voice dripping in distress, finding his large hands and pressing them into yours’s.

‘’I promise. Anything I can do to improve myself to become a better man for you, dear.’’

Worry and regret washed over the face of The Rated R Superstar, he never wanted to lose you over something stupid like this. In his gut, he wanted to have a care-free life with the love of his life, which was you. All he needed was that special, trustable, and bondable relationship in his life. Despite having bad luck with his other girlfriends, you were probably the only one who understood him to the fullest. The grandfather clock hanging up on the wall in Christian’s Livingroom had just now struck 11pm. Trusting in your gut about the talk he was about to have with you, you closed your eyes.

‘’Okay, I’m ready to talk.’’ You announced, eyes sewn shut as a visible smile tugged onto his pillowy lips. A calloused hand rested on your waist before gliding up on your broad shoulder. Was there something more added to it that you just weren’t aware of? He kept quiet, his every move was swift and sympathetic.

‘’I don’t think talking means a whole lot, baby doll. I want to show you with action on how I exactly feel.’’ His whisper lingered in your ear, sending you off cloud nine. Your hands blindly moved down to his belt buckle, attempting to unbuckle his belt right when he grabbed your hand, pushing it away.

‘’No. I said what I said, I believe it is my turn to make you feel good.’’ Keeping his word, Adam’s teeth nipped at your skin, your moan shivered from out of you while he continued to feel you up like the night when the two of you fucked in the private jet you rented for the night just to get away from both of your troubles. You were backed into the kitchen counter, he lifted you up by your ass, his lips smashed onto the nape of your neck.

‘’Fuck, w-what if Christian catches us?’’ You moaned in between your words, thoughts swimming around the thought about getting caught having sex in the middle of his own kitchen.

‘’Stop worrying so damn much, baby doll. If he were to catch us right here, I’d suggest you go lock that door so he cannot get in to his own house.’’

Evil is what evil does.

You snickered, hopping off of the counter, dashing to the entrance door of his home, peaking out to make sure he wasn’t really home. You proceeded to lock the door, running back over to an already aroused Adam Copeland and jumping on the kitchen counter again. His palm smacked the surface of your ass, growling in your ear to get you high off of him. Rubbing you through your clothed crotch, his fingers linked into the waistband of your leggings, sliding them off of you so you could kick them completely off. Leaning down, his mouth devoured your thighs, sucking on them harshly to give you hickeys.

‘’Fuck!’’ You verbalized, throwing your head back in an arousing way. That was why he was called The Rated R Superstar, because every time you would have sex with him, he made sure to give you one hell of a show. Panting, you gripped the edge of the kitchen counter in which you were still sat upon. His mouth moved from the bottom of your thighs, up to your pussy.

Eyes rolling spontaneously, your body was quivering underneath him automatically when he ate your pussy out like a man that was starving. His tongue lapped up your juices flowing out of you, his hums and groans vibrated on you sending you straight to heaven. Scratching and clawing at the back of his neck, your nails dug deep into his skin until you climaxed all over his neatly trimmed beard and face.

‘’How was it?’’ He withdrawed, with those mesmerizing hazel green eyes looking up at you innocently.

‘’It.... was fantastic.’’ You drawled, softly smiling.

‘’Hey, I’m glad I can make you feel good, better than Finn can anyway.’’ Adam remarked, chuckling.

‘’Nobody can make me feel good as you can, baby.’’

Authors Note: This took over 5 or 6 days to complete this, holy fucking shit. I can’t believe I finally completed this! Anywho, hope you guys loved reading. ;)

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[dirtywresling102]

Finn Balor - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

Series:

Notice Me Featuring Kenny Omega -💦

Been Too Long Featuring Kenny Omega Pt. 2 of Notice Me -💦

One Shots:

Crossroads Deal -💦

Fiction to Reality -💦

High School Mizfit -💦

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[cybercloudpunk53737]

Hello, my name is Alex and/or Cyber! This is my master list!

WWE

- Seth freakin’ Rollins :) (any gender)

-Rhea Ripley (any gender)

-Dominik M. (Any gender)

-Damian Priest (any gender)

-Finn Balor (any gender)

You can request ppl!!!!!!!

Obey me

-any of the brothers any gender!

Any of the side characters (NOT luke only if it’s platonic!) and any gender!

Request ppl!!

Twisted wonderland

Any of heartslabyul

Any of the dorms in general lol

Any of the staff (no Grimm unless it’s platonic!! :)

Demon slayer!

Any hashira! (Even tengen’s wives)

Any demon!

Tanjiro or any one of that group! (No nezuko unless it’s platonic!)

Anything horror!

Scream!

Halloween

Friday the 13th

Nightmare on elm street

YOU NAME IT!!! I DO IT!!!!

Please request anything else! I will happily except them! If I don’t know them I will do research!!!

I will do a angst, fluff, I will try to do smut but I still have to practice it!

Again! Please request!!! I will happily except them! You can request anything! To fandoms to oneshots to imagines!

-Alex! <3

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[damiansgoodgirll]

heyy i love ur fics sm!!! was wondering if u could do a damian fic where reader and him are on a plane tg and reader gives him a hand job and damian returns the favor

damian priest x reader

‼️smut so stay away kids

plan b

“i can’t sleep” you groaned next to your boyfriend. you were currently on a long flight going to the uk and, note to say, you hated flying.

not because you were scared, you just didn’t like it. and you were thankful for the little privacy the first class was giving you and damian because you didn’t know how would you have handled being on a ten hour flight in economy class, with all the people talking and kids screaming.

“i’m sorry love…it will be over soon” he smiled at you looking up from the book he was reading.

“can you please share the blanket? i’m starting to freeze with all this air conditioning…” you asked him and he gently opened the blanket a little more to let it pose over your legs.

another ten minutes passed and you harshly threw your phone over the little table in front of you.

damian gave you a questioning look. he knew you could get a little childish during flights, especially long flights.

“i’m so bored…i’m gonna die here i fear” you said, making him laugh.

“just try to close your eyes and sleep a bit mi amor, we’re gonna land soon” he said, scooping you a little into his side.

laying your head over his shoulder and your hands in his lap, a mischievous idea made passed your mind. it’s not like you were trying to be bratty on purpose, even though you liked it, you were just too bored that whatever idea came to your mind was better than die of boredom.

one of your hands moved under the blanket, still resting on damian’s thighs. it’s when he felt you moving lower and lower that he realised what you had in mind and even though he was craving for your touch, he didn’t want to catch the attention of the other passengers.

“what are you doing?” he whispered.

“you know exactly what i’m doing…” you said back while your hand palmed his growing length over his shorts.

“shit” he hissed “we shouldn’t do this here…”

“you don’t want it?”

“i do want it mi amor…what about the people? they will hear us”

“damian everyone is asleep!” you laughed “plus they won’t hear us if you keep your mouth shut” you said before moving your hand into his boxers “we have the blanket over us…they won’t see and they won’t hear us…so sit back and enjoy it big boy” you said kissing his neck softly before starting to slowly move your hand over his length.

it was hard for him to keep it shut, and you knew it too. loving how usually vocal he is in bed, you knew he was trying his best to not make any noise.

“oh fuck…” he moaned into his hand when you moved your hand a little faster, teasing his tip with your fingers “keep doing that”

“i don’t plan on stopping” you whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

your lips touched his neck a few times, kissing the sweet spot behind his ear that you knew would make him crazy.

“i don’t know how much longer i can keep it shut…fuck, what has gotten into you uh?” he asked you, still trying to muffle his moans.

“i was getting bored…”

“oh you should get bored more often” he teased back.

“yes uh?” you moved your hand up and down his length, teasing his tip once again, feeling him shaking into your hand “you close?” you asked and he nodded.

“move your hand or i’m gonna cum on you…”

“i don’t plan on doing so” you moved a little faster, his cum covering your hand.

“how was it?” you asked, knowing the answer already, removing your hand from under the blanket and slowly cleaning the remaining cum on your hand with your tongue, making him moan just looking at you.

“very good…but, you wouldn’t think i would let you go away with this…”

“what you mean?”

“i mean…” his hand now went under the blanket and moved towards your legs “i mean lift that hips up, remove your shorts and panties and spread your legs, because you ain’t safe either mi amor”

you did as he told you. loving this dominant side of him, knowing that you were in for a long night.

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