#finn balor dirty imagine

[ms-wwe]

Can we all just agree on one thing here...

Rhea and Damian should be the birth of mixed tag team titles. There, I said it.

[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.

[420jimmyuso]

judgment day (+ jd) tweets again i have like 8000000 sorry guys clearly i’m insane 💯

give me a blunt and 30 minutes and i can convince finndamian they r gay

me in triple h’s office bargaining with him to make finndamian kiss 🤬

[helloimnotlame]

Anything You Want - Finn Balor Smut

A/N: Hi all ! I tried to make this imagine as realistic as possible to ppl like me with anxiety who cant just throw themselves on the people they like so this one is pretty long and may not be for everyone. I kinda liked this concept too so I may make a part 2. feedback is vv appreciated thanks !!

notmine.gif|OC|giving a bj nice right|best friends turned friends w-benefits|taking risks u go girl

  The ending scene to one of your favorite movies played, your eyes glued to the television so intensely it was probably unhealthy. The final bow that the writers left with you ended, cuing the credits and blooper reel. You were excited on the inside to re-watch one of your faves but concealed it as much as possible so that the man beside you wouldn’t notice too much. This movie was one of few that you could actually watch again and have the same emotions as if it was the first time.  However your focus was more on what the man beside you thought of it.

“Well..What did you think of it?” You gushed, your attention turning to Finn who was draped against the arm of your couch, his leg just barely touching yours. He wore loose fitting black jeans just cupping his legs enough to show off his toned thighs, his torso clothed in a dark grey polo shirt, the off yellow banana socks on his feet complimenting his outfit. 

“Mehh…” Finn shrugged, his face scrunching. His eyes gazed around the room as if to look for the right words to say. He knew you loved the movie and didn’t want to hurt your feelings but knowing Finn, he was brutally honest so you prepared to take the criticism. “It was just…” his Irish accent drifted “A wee cheesy as all , yeah?” That was putting it lightly in his eyes.

Playfully taking offense to it, you gasped dramatically. “Cheesy, Balor, really?” You tried not to pay any thought to his comment as that would escalate in remorse to making him sit and watch a film he didn’t like. “Ya I mean it was rancid, honestly” he chuckled , causing you to shove him playfully. “Take it back, leprechaun” You tease, calling him the word he hated. “Ohh you’ll be sorry” he ruttered before his fingers attacked your sides, sending you into a laughing fit. “Stop!” You cackled on playfully. “Take it back…I can wrestle better than one” he said smoothly, focused on making you squeal.

Everything happened so quickly. One second you were sitting watching a movie with Finn, and the next you had him pinned down your hands cupping his wrists and your legs straddled against the sides of his torso. Your breathing became unsteady as you took the whole situation in, your eyes taking in every aspect of Finn’s face below you. His light blue eyes were glazed with a playful tint, his pink lips formed into a devilish smirk.

“Look at you,….my little diva aren’t ya” he teased, comparing you to the female roster. You couldn’t help but smile lightly embarrassed by your actions. It did look like you were ready to put him in a sort of submissive hold. “Well, diva…” he continued to chuckle. “Looks like you got me pinned down..all under your control..you could do anything you want with me.“ 

Your heart stopped briefly at his words. You could do anything you wanted with him. Maybe he was just saying that, but it didn’t sound like it. It sounded more like a dare - like a challenge to see if you had the balls to actually do something to him. But did you really want to ? Watching him in the ring , and knowing him personally for over a year now you always had the thought but you never acted on it thinking he wouldn’t like someone like you. Maybe this was your chance to show him how you feel.

You could kiss him but that’d be far too abrupt and awkward…and what would come next ? Revenge tickles? He’d hate you for that. You took a deep breath knowing what you were going to do. It was risky and his reaction would be indefinite but after all he was challenging you. With one last gaze into his eyes, you slowly began to creep down his body, traveling down to his jeans. 

As you reached the seam of his pants you felt tension spill into the atmosphere like molten lava. The movie credits reached an end leaving the air empty and dry with just you and your rapid thoughts. The clinking sound of Finn’s belt soon filled it, your fingers fumbling through the lock. You could only imagine what was racing through his mind watching his best friend prepare to touch him closer than ever before. 

“Is this okay?” You whispered shyly, gazing up at him. “Yes-ye Darlin’ please” His voice was shaky yet deep, his Irish accent purring through every stutter. His hands were in the same position you dropped them in, his body limb without hesitation to stop you. Once his belt was off, your fingers pushed the circular button back through the small slit that held his jeans together , the silver zipper attached unfolding along with it revealing his clothed dick through his black boxers. 

Your eyes widened - focused on the big curve. It didn’t look as limp as you expected and seemed as if he was slightly hard even. Could you possibly be turning him on? Taking another deep breath your fingers slid through the opening of the smooth cloth and shyly slipped out his length, his inches filling your hand. His breathing shifted, the sound of each unsteady breath filling the air. You took it as motivation to keep going, setting your thoughts aside and replacing them with action .  His cock was warm in your fingers and you could feel it begin to harden as you stroked it up and down. You gazed up into his now dark glazed blue eyes, them focused completely on you. His pink bottom lip clad under his teeth began to turn white as you worked his length, your eyes leaving his face and back onto his dick. Your tongue ran over your lips to ensure they were wet, prepping to take in his cock. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, feeling his legs tense up immediately as a result.

“Oh..(Y/N).” his voice leaked pleasure and shock although he remained still, letting his best friend taste him. You closed your eyes, letting his thickness fill your mouth, your tongue pressed against his warmth. A stream of moans flew from Finn’s mouth, your lips sending sensations throughout his body. Out of nervousness your lips began to twitch, causing you to pull your lips off not wanting him to notice your shakiness but just as his tip left the comfort of your lips, you felt his hand rest itself on the top your head, almost begging you to keep going. You took the motivation and slid his now throbbing cock back into your mouth. His length slowly snaked its way down your throat, filling it with his pulsing warm dick. Moans turned into growls and his before lifeless body tensed up caught in a trance by the pleasure you were giving him, his accent fueling his grunts. His other hand raked through your hair, grabbing a handful as he prepared to orgasm.

“Oh, please, ..baby” his voice was deeper than you ever heard it before, as he fumbled feeling his orgasm build up strongly, his toned muscles flexing through his shirt with his face scrunching up. You heard one huge growl before your mouth filled with his white sticky liquid, taking you by surprise. Before you could think about it you swallowed his load, the liquid feeling thick as it slid down your throat.

“Oh…” his moan trailed off, relaxing his body back into the couch, satisfied completely. You smirked, slightly excited that you made him orgasm, not knowing you could have that much  of an effect on him. With a great amount of confidence built up his dick slipped from your mouth as you stood up, looking down on Finn who was now sunken into the couch. 

“Anything I wanted right ?” you panted lightly, concealing your heavy breathing from having him down your throat. “Oh my…that was a cheesier line than that-er movie ” he cringed playfully although, you could tell he was impressed by your actions, he panting as well just coming down from his orgasm. “That was amazing though.” he winked, reaching for your hand, taking it into his. “I just…wow-I didn’t know you felt that way” he pushed, his long eyelashes fluttering with every word.

You shrugged, biting your lip. “Maybe I just did what I wanted”. 

[dirtywresling102]

Been Too Long - Kenny Omega Ft. Finn Balor (18+)

Angel!Kenny Omega x Melanie x Demon!Finn Balor

Part 2 of Notice Me

Commission For: @thepalaceofmelanie​​

Summary: It’s been a few years after Kenny and Finn visited Melanie’s apartment. She hasn’t heard a word from either of them since that special night.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI! Smut, Cursing, Threesome, Angel!Kenny Omega, Demon!Finn Balor, Having sex with supernatural beings, gun shot, cock warming- if you squint.

Word Count: 3,530

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College flew by like a breeze: Classes throughout the day, work at night, the weekends were to myself with some studying, lighting candles, taking relaxing baths, and hoping to get a supernatural visit. Weeks soon turned into months with no sign from Kenny the Angel or Finn the Demon.

No one came. Whenever there was a creak in the apartment I got excited hoping it was my supernatural visitors. Nothing. Whenever I heard talking down the hallway of my apartment my heart skipping a beat thinking it was the gruff demon’s voice. It was my imagination. I was slowly starting to give up hope and eventually moved on with my life.

That visit was nearly three years ago. I was a college graduate with a bachelor's degree living in the city of New York. Then, moving out of my college apartment and into another in the heart of New York. With a reporter job at the local news station, I was getting by pretty well. Bills were paid and I also had extra money in my pocket for food and even a few subscriptions to some streaming services online. 

Fall was right around the corner: Nights were becoming crisp, leaves were turning darker, the days were becoming shorter, and extra blankets were on top of the bed to keep me warm throughout the night. I ran my fingers through my hair letting out a sigh. Looking out the window, the city lights lit up the dark sky. Not a single star could be seen due to the bright lights, but I knew that they were shining high in the sky. 

Pulling back the curtains to block out the bright orbs and hopefully sound out the busy noise of the city traffic down below, I made my way towards my bed. Pulling back the blankets, I climbed into the soft mattress and rested my head on the plushy pillow, instantly falling asleep. 

A loud crash had me bolting up from my slumber. My senses were on high alert as I heard two men talking down the hallway of my larger apartment. Tossing the blankets off my body, I crept towards my closet and slowly opened the door. “Where is it?” I whispered. Finally I found the box. I pulled the top off of it and pulled out a pistol. Grabbing the heavy handgun, I checked to see how many bullets I had: Three in the clip and one in the chamber. My hands shook as I stood back up. Living in New York can be dangerous: Riots, protests, and looting. With everything going on, I was very wary especially now since two strangers were in my home. Slowly heading towards my door, I cracked it open. Listening carefully, I heard two men talking to each other in hush whispers. 

Slipping past the door, I crept down the seemingly long hallway. My heart hammered in my chest so loud that it rang in my ears. I prayed that the two strangers wouldn't hear it as well. My back was pressed against the hall, right around the corner was the kitchen where the two men were still talking in hushed whispers. It sounded like they were rummaging through my things. My sweaty hand tightened around the handle of the gun. I quickly turned the corner, aiming my weapon at one men and pulling the trigger. A loud bang roared throughout the kitchen. A high pitch ring pierced my eardrums. The bullet exited the gun and hit the man in the shoulder who didn’t seem to flinch or fall to the ground. The lights quickly turned on, blinding me. My left hand let go of the pistol shielding my eyes while my right hand still had a tight grip on it. 

“Oh how I love a woman with a gun.” An Irish accent purred. “Very powerful and a bit sexy.” 

“F- Finn?” I exhaled out seeing the demon in a black suit and red tie. His dark hair was slightly messy. 

“Are you okay?” Looking to my left to see Kenny who was holding a carton of eggs. I watched as Finn dug his right hand into his left shoulder, pulling the bullet out from the wound which instantly healed afterwards. 

“I’ll be fine, but you, young lady, owe me a suit.” He grumbled, smoothing his dress jacket out as if it would fix the ripped suit in his shoulder. 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Putting the gun on the safety lock and placing it on the counter. I rubbed my hands against my face with an exhale. I was too tired because I didn’t know whether this was a dream or not. “What the fuck is going on?” 

Kenny and Finn looked at each other then back at me. “Well, we’re going to cook you breakfast.” Kenny spoke as if it was obvious, he shook the carton of eggs in his hands. 

I mentally face palmed myself. They were out of my life for nearly four years and here they were. “You guys can’t just be out of my life for so many years and expect everything to be okay and make me breakfast at-” I looked at the clock. “Four in the fucking morning.” I rubbed my temples. They were lucky it was a Saturday because I usually get up at six on the weekdays. I wasn’t happy waking up to this when I could be sleeping peacefully right now. “So, where have the two of you been?” I asked, crossing my arms, eyebrows furrowed.

Finn and Kenny looked at each other once more. Kenny’s Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. “Well,” Kenny began.

“We both got in trouble.” Finn finished. “We both got punished for taking a bite out of the forbidden fruit.” Finn chuckled, taking a chapter out of God's playbook. 

“Forbidden fruit?” I raised an eyebrow as I repeated his words. 

Finn took a step towards me. “Yes, Melanie the forbidden fruit, you. We fucked you and had our way with you my sweet girl and that wasn’t okay with Hell or Heaven.” Finn’s thick accent washed over me. “I was tortured and poked with what felt like a thousand years because of what I did.” He grabbed my hand, caressing it. “I would do it all over again because it was so worth tasting you.” His eyes darkened.

I looked over at Kenny who’s blue eyes were on me. “And me, they tried to reprogram me and make me forget about you but I wouldn’t crack.” A small blush appeared on Kenny’s cheeks as he admitted his feelings. “I’d never forget about you, Melanie.” 

I gave the angel a soft smile towards him. “So, what's up with the suit?” My attention went back towards Finn. 

“Well, I’m the new king of hell now darling.” He gave me a devilish smirk. 

“What?” I cocked my head to the side, very curious about this story. 

“Yeah, well when love drives you crazy I guess anything can happen.” He licked his lips. “I wanted to see you one last time so I broke out of the torture chambers, marched up to the king himself and killed him. Well, I guess demons took that as a warning and crowned me king, but that’s for another time to explain.” Finn’s eyes swallowed me whole, eyeing me head to toe. He ran his fingers through my hair and gave it a slight tug. “I broke free to be with you and that’s what I’m going to do.” Finn hummed, leaning down he pressed his lips against mine without a warning. “This is all that matters.” He mumbled against my lips.

Finn placed his large hands on my waist, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss by pushing his tongue in my mouth. A surprised moan left my mouth, being muffled against his. 

“Wait, what about breakfast?” Kenny asked innocently, shaking the eggs once again in the carton. Finn ignored the angel’s comment, spinning us around. He gripped my hips, picked me up, and placed me on the surface of the counter. Finn pulled away from the hot kiss, which made me whimper softly. Finn gripped the end of my night shirt, tugging it off of me. My breasts exposed. My nipples hardened to the cool morning air hitting my sensitive skin. An animalistic growl escaped Finn’s lips as he leaned back into me once more. His lips against my shoulder, making his way up to my neck sucking and kissing against my skin. “I- I mean, we can wait on breakfast.” Kenny swallowed, placed the eggs on the counter, and rushed over to the island where Finn and I were at. 

“Oh I’ve missed this.” Finn spoke, nuzzling his face against the crook of my neck. His hands squeezed at my bare breasts. “Miss the feel of your sweet skin against mine, oh how you tremble.” He purred, his beard rubbing against my sensitive skin with each kiss.

The way he spoke drove shivers down my spine. I arched my body against his touch, moaning softly as he pinched and tweaked my nipples. My skin became like fire as he touched my body. “Finn, please.” I panted breathlessly. “I need you, I want you.” 

“Oh there she is. You hear her moaning for us, Kenny?” Finn snickered, his hand dipped inside of my panties. His large digits spread my wet lips, rubbing my clit and dipping the tip of his fingers into my dripping hole. “And she’s already soaking for us, dirty girl. Had a wet dream did we?” Finn snickered.

“I can smell her from here.” Kenny groaned in hunger and desire, he cupped himself through his pants. 

Finn pushed his fingers inside of me to his first knuckle only to pull them out from my panties, he suckled the juices off of his fingers, moaning in delight. “Just as sweet as I remember.” Finn gripped the fabric around my waist. A loud ripping sound hit my ears. 

“H- Hey! Those were my favorite ones!” I pouted, getting slightly upset. 

“I’ll get you a new pair. I need to taste you, now.” Finn knelt down in front of me. He spread my legs, making me feel exposed. 

Kenny’s large hand gripped at Finn’s shoulder, making him stop before he could dive his head in between my thighs. “You tasted her first last time.” Kenny reminded him. “It’s my turn.” 

Finn chuckled, remembering the way I tasted on his tongue. The demon licked his lips as if he was getting the residue of the memory. Finn stood up, his tall posture leaning over me. A soft whimper left my lips at the sight of him. “Be a good girl and let the angel boy have a taste.” Finn winked at Kenny, still giving him the nickname. Finn stepped away, letting Kenny take his place. 

Kenny knelt down, wasting no time he buried his head in between my thighs. Gasping loudly as his warm tongue flicked against my lips. My right hand gripped at his curly locks. “Fuck, Kenny!” I whined softly as the tip of his tongue swirled against my clit. Kenny wrapped his lips around my sensitive nub, suckling my sensitive button, he circled the tip of his index finger against my aching hole. Arching my hips off of the table I squealed at the sensation. 

“Oh someone is sensitive.” Finn laughed at my reaction to Kenny’s fingers. “Tell me Melanie, how long has it been since you’ve been stuffed full of cock?” Finn purred, bringing his fingers to his lips, trying to hide his smirk. 

“T- Too long, it’s been too long.” I confessed, panting heavily as Kenny slowly pushed his thick finger into my cervix. I tossed my head back, biting my bottom lip to muffle my moans, the last thing we needed was for my neighbors to knock on my door complaining about the noise.

As Kenny kept suckling on my clit, Finn kept talking with his thick Irish accent. “So, you’re telling me you haven’t had anyone else fuck this sweet cunt?” 

I nodded quickly. “N- No one, no one has!” I squealed as Kenny’s tongue flicked against my clit once more while his finger pumped in and out of me.  “I’m going to cum!” Tossing my head back against the counter I bucked my hips into Kenny’s face. Kenny entered a second finger, my pussy wrapping around it tightly as he nibbled and sucked at my clit. His long thick fingers kept fucking into me.

“Do it Kenny, make her cum.” Finn’s eyes shone with arousal and excitement. Finally getting to see his girl come undone for him. For both of them. Kenny didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers pushed in and out at a faster pace, his jaw ached slightly but he wasn’t going to stop now. The angel hummed lowly, sending vibrations up my spine, ringing exploded in my ears as I saw stars behind my eyelids as I came undone on his fingers. My lower stomach fluttered while my pussy wrapped tighter around his fingers. Reaching my climax, Kenny quickly pulled his fingers out of me, replacing it with his mouth. I cried loudly feeling his tongue roll against my walls, eating my juices right out from the source. My grip tightened in his hair, trying to push him away as it was too much for me to handle. 

“Enough.” Finn growled lowly, seeing my body tremble and shake. 

Kenny pulled away from me, his lips now cherry red as his beard glistened with my cum. “Sorry, I got carried away.” Kenny blushed and out of breath.

“I know, she tastes amazing.” Finn smirked, his blue eyes taking in my naked body. “Why don’t you give me a taste too, hmm?” Finn licked his lips, his eyes now trained on Kenny. I blinked slightly at Finn’s words. My eyes soon went wide as Kenny leaned forward to Finn, their lips locking. They both tongue wrestled in front of me, swapping saliva and the taste of myself on Kenny’s tongue. 

Finn pulled away first, licking his plump lips, then he hummed in delight. “Just as I remembered.” Finn raised his hand up, snapping his fingers. His fancy suit with the bullet hole disappeared from his body. My eyes scanned over his chiseled body. I looked at his shoulder, where I shot him earlier to see that the wound fully healed, not leaving a scratch behind. “I believe it’s my turn to have fun with her.” Finn reminded Kenny. My mind went back to the last time this happened, Kenny pounding into me while Finn watched. My pussy clenched around nothing, getting wetter from the old memory. 

Kenny pouted but he understood, nodding he took a step back to admire the sight in front of him as he rubbed himself through his pants. Finn stepped forward, gripping my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Such a sweet thing.” Finn looked down at my oozing entrance. “Poor thing dripping from need.” Finn teased, gripped my legs and placed them over his shoulder. “Be a good girl and take my cock.” Finn gripped the base of his cock, easing the thick member into my entrance. 

Wincing loudly as Finn stretched my walls with each inch, he pushed in. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” Finn moaned, he was halfway inside of me but had the audacity to pull out and push back inside but only halfway. “Fuck Melanie.”

“Please!” I begged, arching my hips against him as my legs were over his shoulders. I tried pulling him closer to get all of his length inside of me.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Finn tisked, grabbing my waist in a tight death grip and pinned them down. “Be a good girl.” Finn’s thick voice warned. Swallowing thickly, I nodded my head in agreement to be good. “I’m taking my time with you sweet girl or I could just ram my cock in your cunt and have my way with you.” Finn soon bucked his hips in a face pace, his whole cock entering my tightness. “Not letting you come, is that what you want?”

Tossing my head back onto the marble countertop, I screamed in pleasure. “N- No!” I sobbed. “I want to come, please daddy. I want to come all over your cock.”

His large cock stretched me wide. It slightly ached but was still pleasurable. “Don’t break her, Finn.” Kenny finally spoke out, his pants no longer on him as he stroked his cock to the sight of the supernatural couple fucking.

“I’d never break our little girl.” Finn smiled down at me, slowly pulling his dick out and pushing back in. “So good, hmm such a sight.” Finn slowly pounded into me, His eyes watched my facial reactions of his cock hitting certain spots. His eyes lazily looked at my breasts as they bounced with each thrust.

Soft moans and whimpers escaped my throat. “Finn, fuck feels so good.” I gripped at the edge of the counter, trying to meet his thrusts. 

“No, no darling. Let me do all the work.” Finn didn’t miss a beat with his thrust as he pulled in and out of my dripping pussy. 

My knuckles turned white while gripping the table. “Going to cum.” I warned Finn as my eyes fluttered shut. 

“No.” He grunted, snapping his hips roughly against me. “Open your eyes.” Finn demanded. Opening my eyes the best I could, I watched as droplets of sweat rolled down Finn’s chest. His dark hair slightly messy from the hot fuck. “Keep them open while you come.” 

I looked over at Kenny who was fisting his cock. His body panting and heaving as he was too reaching his climax. “Doesn’t Melanie look beautiful, Kenny?” Finn moaned, his fingers digging into my flesh. 

“Fucking sexy, I’m going to come on that beautiful body.” Kenny’s voice was deeper than usual. My body was shaking as my orgasm took over my body. Groans left Finn as he pumped his hips faster than before and a little more sloppier. 

“Fuck, yes fucking cumming!” Finn roared, his blue eyes turning to a ruby red color as he emptied himself inside of me. Seeing Finn’s eyes change color had another orgasm wave through my body. 

Finn panted heavily, slowly pulling his cock out of my fucked hole. “Come on her.” Finn told Kenny. 

The angel quickly stepped into Finn’s place, his hand squeezing and jerking his cock at a fast speed. Warm liquid landed on my inner thigh and pussy. Kenny groaned in release. “Ah, fuck.” Kenny sighed, finishing his orgasm he panted.

“Hmm, that was a big load for you angel boy.” Finn laughed, patting Kenny’s large shoulder. Kenny gave a sweet yet lazy smile with a slight blush on his face. 

“W- What the fuck was that?” I panted, sitting up slightly. 

Finn went to one of the drawers, pulling out a cloth. I arched my eyebrow wondering how he knew where the washcloths were, lucky guess. Finn went to the sink, turning it on, he let the water run over the washcloth. “What was what, Melanie?” Finn asked, ringing out the cloth he turned back around and cleaned my area. 

I squealed at the cold softness in between my thighs. “Your eyes, they changed colors.” 

“Hmm, oh yeah that.” Finn chuckled, once he was done running the cloth against my feverish skin, he tossed it into the sink. “It comes with the job, perks of being the King of Hell.” Finn blinked, his eyes red again. Blinking once more his eyes went back to normal, snapped his fingers, a fresh suit appeared on his body. 

Kenny was also dressed as well, but in a baggy shirt and shorts as if he was going to bed. “You’re not staying?” I frowned. 

“Darling, I have business to attend to but Kenny here is going to stay.” Finn smiled over at the blonde. “We were discussing this before you rudely shot me.” Finn teased. 

“Right, sorry about that.” I blushed, looking away. 

Finn gripped at my chin and made me look at him. “Don’t be sorry, no harm done but if you do it again I will punish you.” Finn warned. Leaning down, he placed a warm, soft kiss against my lips. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” Finn looked over at Kenny and gave him a nod. With that, Finn disappeared right before my eyes. 

“Shall we head back to bed and I’ll cook you breakfast later.” Kenny stepped closer, picking me up from the counter and carried me back to my bedroom. Laying me on the bed, still naked Kenny tossed his pants off of him and spooned behind me. 

“You’re still hard.” I giggled.

“Fuck, I know you get me so hard. I’m sorry.” Kenny whispered embaressly.

“Don’t be sorry.” I reached my arm around, grabbing his stiff cock and pushed my ass against his cock, making it slip inside my fucked pussy. 

Kenny gasped loudly at the tightness around his cock. “Goodnight Kenny.” I giggled as he struggled not to pump his hips against me.

“G- Goodnight.”

[itjazzbicch]

HellRaisers

Pairing:  Finn Balor x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader has been friends with Finn Balor since he created the Bullet Club, being one of its first members. Ending up in WWE together, Finn distances himself when the reader joins Judgement Day, but even she is surprised when Damian reveals to her that Finn is the newest member and they plan to overthrow Edge, reuniting once again…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Choking, rough sex)

Word Count: 2.6k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

Joining Judgement Day sure was interesting. Edge had a different way of thinking in the aspect of wrestling now. I felt honored that he chose me to join and a new member was coming along? It really had Damian and me thinking.

Edge was handling things and I had a feeling we were going to get our hands dirty, so I was gearing up, finishing tying my boots when Damian walked in.

"So, do you know who the new member is?" I smiled up at him; I was never patient and hated waiting for surprises and when he smiled back, he sure knew:

"Brought him along with me actually."

"Oh yeah?" I smiled, looking past him as the door opened, freezing in my seat when Finn Balor walked in.

This was weird. For the past few weeks, we have been kicking his ass along with AJ Styles. Now, he was joining us? I needed an explanation, trying to say that with my quick glance at Damian.

"I know," He stood alongside Finn, "You're confused, but there's a reason why Finn is joining us."

I had no words. Finn and I had a long history. When he created the Bullet Club, I was one of the very first to join. We were best friends once upon a time, became distant but still were friends, all till I joined Judgement Day.

Once I joined, he turned into a ghost, enraged with me any time we crossed paths out there and now, he was joining us? Confused was exactly right.

"I know this wasn't what you were expecting," Finn fixed his jacket, being straightforward with me like he always was, "Tonight, we're taking over Judgement Day. We're taking Edge out."

"Damian," I shot up out of my chair, glaring at him, "What do you mean we're taking out Edge?"

"What happened to not letting anyone dictate your career, Y/N?" Finn stepped up to me, giving me a serious look and he wasn't kidding in the slightest, "Please tell me because that's exactly what Edge is doing."

"He's holding us back," Damian agreed, keeping me quiet and Finn continued:

"No one will limit us and if we join forces and get rid of that old man, just imagine all the things we could do."

I was always open-minded, listening to Finn's reasoning and he really topped the cake when he got a little closer, smiling and bringing back old memories:

"We made a promise to one another that we would take over any place we step foot in. We did it in Japan, NXT, and now, we're going to do it here. Hell, we could take over Raw and Smackdown. You know that we were a force to be reckoned with. It can be just like old times, but even better, Y/N."

Looking back at it, those were great times, peaks of my career, and Finn was right. No one dictated me. It was okay to have some partners in crime, but no one was going to guide me down a path except for myself.

"So," Finn wanted his answer, throwing up a too sweet and smiling, "Too sweet?"

Glancing between him and Damian, they were dead serious and they won me over, returning my smile back to Finn, giving him a too sweet, feeling so good to say once again:

"Too sweet, baby."

"Hell yeah," Damian had us all smiling, fist-bumping us, "Edge won't know what hit him."

We made sure we had a confirmed game plan before Finn left and we went back to meet Edge. I was fighting such a strong, devilish smile the whole time, blood pumping and holding back an adrenaline rush that I knew that I was going to get.

By the time we got out to the ring, waiting alongside Edge so he could introduce our new member, the crowd was very blown away when Finn's music hit. They all paid close attention when Finn made his way down, giving his explanation as to why he was there.

"I reached out to them last night after the show," Finn always gave me a look when things were about to go down and so, I got myself ready, "We realized that we have a lot more in common than we even realized and that is, we are tired of being told what to do."

I'm surprised that didn't give it all away at that moment, then Damian took the lead, our plan going into effect, saying to Edge:

"And I think now, we realized that in the time we spent with you, you told us to get rid of any limitation that would hold us back. We're ready. We are ready to shed the last bit of limitations holding us back..."

Damian turned to Finn and me with a smile, Finn and I reconnecting our devilish ways, smiling so evilly happy, Edge instantly knowing what was about to happen when Damian turned back to tell him:

"Which is you."

Before Edge could react, Damian clotheslined the life out of him, stomping him out, Finn and I gladly joining. After Damian delivered a nasty slam, we drug him to the corner for Finn to give him a coupe de gras, smiles on our faces, turning to the crowd to establish ourselves.

The crowd got rowdy again as Edge made it to his feet, Finn and Damian heading to the corner and beating him down, kicking him out while I hung on the ropes, instigating:

"Get 'em boys!"

They were really ready to take him out, Damian throwing him above his shoulders and sending him through the announce desk.

"Ya know what to do," Finn commanded, going off on Edge again and then throwing him into the ring while I grabbed three chairs.

Finn always had to get his dose in first, taking a piece of the chair, putting it in his mouth and choking him out with it, getting that big adrenaline rush that I was dying for, laughing in Edge's face while Finn yanked back harder:

"Want to try and control us now, Edge? Come on, answer me!" 

Looking behind me, Damian had a chair in the middle of the ring, Finn dragging Edge over and putting his face in it. Security started rushing down, but I wasn't letting them even get near us, smacking one of them with a chair, scaring them all away and before more could come out, I ran over Edge, chair up in the air, and letting out a vicious roar, smacking his head with the chair and crushing it between the one against his face.

"That's my girl," Finn smiled bright at me, my chest heaving when delivering it back, reminding me of just who I was and I certainly wasn't anyone's puppet, making that known with the message we just sent.

Giving Finn a too sweet, we took the center ring, posing together and letting the world know that we were the true Judgement Day, feeling like I was in a flashback when Finn wrapped his arm around me, whispering to me:

"Haven't seen ya smile like that in a long time."

"You were so right," I looked up to those blue eyes, my heart racing even more than it already was, "No one dictates us."

"Exactly right," He kissed my temple softly, waving to Damian so we could head out, being little assholes, and waving goodbye to Edge who was being attended to by medical personnel.

Heading up the rampway, I started reminiscing about Finn, thinking of all the hell we raised throughout the years and I needed to know something, asking Damian softly with Finn ahead of us:

"Hope you don't mind, but can I have a moment with Finn? Alone?"

"Sure," He nodded, knowing we had history and I'm sure Finn heard me, taking my hand once we got backstage and Damian parted ways with us once we hit the locker room.

"Ya said that we needed a moment?" Finn hung up his jacket, but still listened to me, trying to be calm and make sure that I made sense:

"We're really a part of a team again?"

"What?" He laughed at me, "Ya think I have a trick up my sleeve or something? If I did, ya would know."

"I know," I thought deeply, "I was your right hand, Finn. I would know."

"Then why ask me that?" It was a stupid question truthfully, there was no going back after what we just did, but he understood, knowing me so well, becoming calm too and relating, "I understand. It all happened so quickly, I can tell ya blood was really pumping, ya still panting."

I didn't even realize that, staring into his eyes helped slow my breathing to a normal pace, letting him know more:

"It just-; I felt like I just got blasted into the past. I don't remember a time we raised hell like that."

"Felt so damn good," He snickered, "Can't wait to do more."

"Me too," I smiled, wanting to confirm by reminding him, "Had you putting kisses on me again. I know you were having a good time."

"Ain't the first time and won't be the last," He kissed my cheek and the long-missed feeling made my eyes close, shaking at his whisper, "Had an opportunity to be with my girl again and I wasn't losing it."

"Is that what this is all about?" I needed to know the truth and thankfully, Finn was always honest with me:

"Edge was using ya and I know ya better than anyone. We said that we would take over this place, but kept hitting roadblocks. This was an open, straight road that we could fly down. Won't lie to ya, I missed us. And we have the chance to be in charge along with it? Again, I couldn't lose this opportunity."

"A perfect opportunity," I agreed, my words having a double meaning and showing him that when I turned my nose, kissing him right on the lips.

We have shared a kiss before and it had been ages since then, both of us shaking with excitement while kissing back, more thoughts opening up as he whispered against my lips:

"And seeing ya all fired up like that? Only made my blood get hotter."

"I'll burn this whole place down if it turns you on," I giggled, kissing deeper and growling playfully, "You know that I know how to start a big fire."

"Better believe that I know," His chuckle was so dirty, hands yanking at my leather shorts, "Wanna set this room on fire?"

"What kind of question is that?" I toyed, stepped back to throw my top off and free my breasts, able to kick my feet out of my shoes, "You know we already planned on it."

"Love to see that ya can still read my mind," He smiled, doing the same with his loosened boots, stepping out of his trunks to be completely nude, and seeing him so sexy from head to toe made my knees weak, but also crazed me.

"Always have, always will," I breathed in before I lost all control, "Now, get over here and give it to me, baby."

We were like wild animals, all tongue in our kiss, arms wrapped around each other, rubbing and tugging, running through our hair and nearly falling from how fast we were trying to go, but finding a stable spot when he dropped to his knees, pressing my back into the floor.

"My oh my," He giggled when spreading my legs, cock learning how soaked my cunt was, having to tease me, "I really turned ya on out there."

"Have you seen yourself?" I hummed, pulling his beard softly to kiss, "I get wet just looking at you."

"Ya did call me the sexy devil for a reason," He picked his head up a little to see how my jaw dropped then clenched, my grip tightening as his tip split me, girth splitting me wider and filling me right up.

"That you are," My body fell so deep into pleasure, getting one more tease in before I was completely gone, "Might need some holy water after this."

"Oh, shut up," That did make him laugh a little, but he went right back to being animalistic, thrusting deep and drilling his hips into mine, "Much rather hear ya moaning."

Oh, he sure heard my moans, working his hips just right, upright on his knees to hold my legs up by the thighs, giving it to me harder to see just how loud I could get, having my eyes roll to the back of my head and throat strained a little from how high pitched my moans grew.

"You little devil, I swear," The pleasure was so good, but I loved letting him know how he could be with small shots, and damn it, he knew how to turn the tables on me, his voice alone increasing my wetness, let alone his hand on my throat, pulling me up a little to growl:

"If I'm the devil, then ya my little demon."

"I don't have a problem with that," I cooed, the swirl in my head giving me an out-of-this-world experience, with orgasm so close, my sinful side spoke for me, "Choke and fuck me harder."

"And ya say I'm the devil?" He chuckled, gladly listening and having me weak with the grip on my throat, mouth wide open and needing the air, but I didn't care a bit, only wanting that amazing, hard pound that made me ache.

"I have my moments," I got out with a quick breath, smiling brightly with my eyes rolling again, the lack of air having me gasping, harder and harder at the feeling of my walls clenching death grip, hearing our wet skin slapping, sweet spot about ruined and couldn't take much more without a waterfall coming out of me.

"Bout to have a great one," He still had an arm on my thigh, leaning down and pushing my leg clear down to the floor, growling in his kiss, "Cum for me. I know it's happening."

"I am!" I was getting woozy, but all of the pleasure, heat, and stings were as intense as ever, making sure I felt all of it along with the fuzziness in my head, "I'm cuming, Finn."

Knowing I needed the moment, he let go of my throat, holding my other leg and going as quickly as he could, which was a lot, having my body shaking because my back was trying to arch meanwhile, I was folded like a chair, chest heavy but still getting out screams, my cries of his name filling the room while I gave way, orgasm spurting out when my head fell back hard with a cry:

"Fucking hell, Finn!"

"Hell must be our heaven," He panted, smiling while reaching his edge, dropping my legs and having to prop himself up on his elbows on the sides of my head, both of us panting and worn out, but still having a fun time.

"It's heaven for us, hell for everyone else," I phrased better, his response had me wheezing:

"Sounds about right and after all that screamin', I know everyone heard that."

"Well, they better mind their business if they know what's good for 'em," I met his gaze deeply, smiling because I was happier than ever, "Because we're back."

Like Finn said before, we were a force to be reckoned with and that was truer now than ever, smiling just as bright as me in his kiss, "Hell yeah." 

[itsadamcole]

a very sexy christmas

fem!reader x finn balor

reader waits for Finn to come home after NXT so she can give him his present ....

word count: 1.5k+

warnings: dirty talk, smut, a little fluff

— this is so late but enjoy it loves —

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~ 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

Finn pulls into the driveway after a long day at Full Sail doing press and cutting promos. He's facing Kyle O'Reilly again at New Years Evil and he's slightly frustrated. He wishes he could be facing Pete Dunne since Kyle broke his jaw last time they were in a ring together.

What he doesn't know is that his wife has a surprise for him. Finn's told you how worried he was about Kyle and Pete's match. He was especially worried if Kyle won.

As soon as Kyle won, that's when you decided to surprise Finn and take some of his stress away and get his mind off the New Year's Evil match.

It's the week before Christmas, and this was supposed to be his Christmas gift, but you want to take his mind off of everything so you're giving him his gift a little early.

With a sigh, Finn grabs his title and gets out of the car. He locks the car door and walks into the house. He puts his title down and kicks his shoes off.

"Y/N!" Finn calls. "Where are ya?"

You say, "Upstairs!"

Your husband walks slowly up the stairs, exhausted from his day at work. He rubs his face as he walks into the shared bedroom that you're in.

His hands drop from his face and his eyes land on you. His jaw almost drops when he sees you.

"What's this?" Finn asks, frozen in his spot, eyes scanning your body up and down as you lay in a suggestive position on the silk blankets.

You say, "I know how stressed you've been recently, and how worried you are about the match you have with Kyle in three weeks. So I'm here to help take yourj mind off of everything."

You wear a red lingerie bra and pantie set. It's almost completely sheer and see-through. You wear a short sheer robe that ties around your waist. The bottom of the robe and the bottom of the sleeves are lined with red fluffy material.

Finn doesn't move as he says, "So, ya are wearing this to take my mind off of things?"

You get up off the bed and walk over to your husband. You look up at the taller man and say, "I wasn't planning on wearing it for that long. My plan was for you to take it off of me."

His eyes widen as they scan your nearly exposed body. You smirk and pull off the robe, leaving you in the bra and panties. "I, uh," Finn stammers. "I wasn't, uh, expecting this when I came home."

"I decided to give you your Christmas gift a little bit early because I know that you were worried about Kyle and I wanted to take your mind off of it," you explain. "So Merry Christmas and let me finish giving you your present." 

Finn says, "God I love ya."

You smile and run your fingers down his chest and you say, "I bet you'd love me even more if I was naked and kissing you." Your fingers reach the bottom of his shirt and you grip onto the fabric.

He says, "Ya know me too well, Y/N."

As he talks, you push his shirt up and you say, "So let me show you just how well I know my husband."

Your hands are on his abs and you're gently pushing him to the bed as he asks, "Who's this husband ya are talking about?"

"Well, he's very funny, very athletic. He's currently NXT champion and he looks sexy as hell with that belt around his waist," you say as the back of his knees hit the bed. He sits back and looks up at you, well he looks at what’s in front of him. His eyes are on your breasts, which he can clearly see because the bra is very sheer.

Finn smirks and his eyes finally move up to your eyes. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and run your fingers through his hair. “He sounds like a nice guy,” your husband says.

You lean down and leave a kiss to his neck as you mumble, “He’s an amazing guy. I love him very much.”

A sigh leaves Finn’s lips and he says, “I’m sure he loves ya very much too.”

“I hope so,” you giggle. “Considering I’m kissing his neck right before I take my clothes off for him.”

Finn laughs and his hands slide to your bare back up to the clasp on your bra. You leave a few marks on his neck and Finn sighs softly.

You reach behind you and unclasp the bra. You let the fabric fall from your body. Finn cups your breasts and massages them gently. You sigh before you take his wrists and push him back, pinning his wrists to the bed.

Shaking your head, you say, “I don’t think so, Mr. Balor. This is your Christmas present.”

Finn stares up at you, almost shocked. He’s not used to this, and a part of you isn’t either but you’ve always wanted to be like this. You’ve always wanted to be on top of Finn as he finishes. He never lets you top.

When you know that he won’t move his wrists, you let his wrists go and start to unbutton his pants. You pull them off of him, pulling his boxers off with his pants.

You stroke his semi-erect member before moving down to your knees and taking him in your hand. You smirk up at him before swirling your tongue around his top. Finn groans softly as you begin to take his length in your mouth. You bob your head, humming softly and occasionally sucking.

He growls softly and your eyes widen. That sound goes right to your core, and you can feel yourself getting wet in your panties. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard from you, Finn,” you say, pulling away from his member.

Finn looks down at you, biting his lip. He says, “Get up here and give me my present before I treat myself to my own present.”

After you stand up, you pull off your panties and crawl on top of Finn. You kiss your husband hard, and his tongue finds its way into your mouth. You sigh softly as you take his member into your hand and position him at your entrance.

You kiss him passionately for a few moments before you lower yourself onto his length. You moan softly as you take him. Finn’s hands are on your hips and you pull back from the kiss, sitting up. Your hands are on his chest, keeping you balanced as you begin to move your hips.

Moans and groans fill the room as you move faster. Finn’s thumb finds its way to your clit and he begins to rub the sensitive nub. You gasp and moan loudly.

“Oh, Finn,” you moan softly, closing you eyes and throwing your head back.

Your nails dig into the skin on his chest as your movement get faster. Groans escape Finn’s lip and he resists the urge to flip you over.

His hands slide up your body to your breasts and he plays with them as you ride him.

Finn sits up and wraps his arms around your waist. He kisses your neck and you moan his name. You bounce up and down on his length, both of you moaning each other’s names and a few profanities.

“Finn, baby,” you gasp as a knot forms in your stomach. “I’m about to come.”

Your husband says, “Come, mo ghra. Come all over me.”

And you do. You almost scream Finn’s name as you come around his member. He releases his sees into you and you both collapse back onto the bed.

His lips are on yours and you messily make out with him as you both catch your breath.

“Thank ya, my love,” Finn says, looking at you. “This was an amazing Christmas present. Can I come home to that every week after NXT?”

You giggle and say, “Maybe. I’ll have to see. Maybe you’ll even come home to me completely naked.”

Finn smirks and says, “Don’t mess with me, baby. Ya know how much I would like that.”

Laughing, you kiss him again before you both get settled into bed. Your back is pressed against Finn’s as you lay in his arms. Neither of you wears clothes as you lay under the blankets.

He leaves soft kisses on your shoulder and neck. He does this until he says, “I get to top ya next time. I loved it but I love making ya come too.”

“You can do whatever you want to me next time,” you promise him. “Literally whatever you want.”

Finn smiles and says, “Ya might regret saying that to me.”

You turn your head and peck his lips before you say, “I can handle anything you throw at me, Finn.”

“We’ll see about that,” he says before he attacks your neck with kisses, making you laugh.

[ms-wwe]

POV: Watching the new Mr. McMahon documentary on Netflix and realizing Vince is just the P. Diddy of wrestling and did these poor people wrong for y e a r s s s

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hey boo I love your stories so much and so while we wait for Don’t break my heart part 6 I was wondering if you could write something similar but with reader picking Finn side at first because she gets easily manipulated and so she believed him that he would have helped her but then she realised how sad and lonely she feels and Rhea and Damian bring her back with them and help her heal as they were both worried about her, and of course they weren’t mad she chose finn at first! Make it a little angst if you can❤️ I absolutely love your angst

love this request!

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / terror twins x reader (platonic)

likes, comments are reblogs are always welcomed!

‼️angst, finn being a manipulator, sadness, mention of anxiety and depression‼️

dolly’s choice

you still remember the day when finn, rhea and damian asked you to join them in the group. you didn’t exactly know why. you had nothing that could bring something to team, at least, that was your opinion.

you were a face, you were kind and sweet, a little bit naive, so why did the judgment day pick you?

they said they needed someone like you to get more fans and you believed them. but as you bonded with the group, they all took a liking in you. rhea said that she liked your personality, she saw you as a little sister. damian and finn both took you under their protective wings, the taught you new moves, showed you how to improve on the ring.

and in years, you felt like you had real friends again.

you were a solitaire. never had many friends, and when you started wrestling, it felt like you didn’t have much time to spend with the two friends you had left.

you told them about your past, about yourself. how you suffered from depression once you joined the company, how alone you felt and how you struggle with panic and anxiety attacks.

never once they judged you, they always helped you when you felt low and always made you feel like you were really part of their family too.

so you couldn’t understand why dom and finn turned on the group at summerslam.

dom said that it was because he couldn’t handle being controlled by rhea anymore and finn had the same reasons, just with damian. so the group you once knew as a big family, broke up.

and you were left in the middle.

you didn’t want to pick a side because you cared both for rhea and damian as much as you cared for finn and dom.

so you took the week right after summerslam off. you needed time to think. you didn’t want to choose between the only friends and family you ever had.

rhea and damian understood what you were feeling and never once they pressure you to join them. they care about you and they knew that the group was really important for you too. on the contrary, finn and dom kept calling you, asking you if you were alright, if you needed anything.

when you returned to raw, finn caught you before rhea and damian had the chance to speak with you.

“hey doll” his nickname for you always made you blush. referring to the doll he won for you at the fair one year ago, that became your nickname amongst the group, but it had more meaning only if finn used it.

“hi…” your voice a little softer. you hadn’t spoken with the team since summerslam happened, so, today it was your first time seeing them all after the events.

“do you have a couple of minutes before getting ready for your match? i would like to have a chat with you…” he smiled softly, knowing you and knowing exactly what tone to use with you.

you were hesitant at first, but you couldn’t say no to him “uhm…sure” so you took him into your changing room as you both sat down on the black leather couch, waiting for him to speak.

“first of all, i want to say how sorry i am for everything that happened a couple of weeks ago. but the group wasn’t working anymore and i know you may have not noticed this because we all care about you and we don’t have anything against you but…it wasn’t working anymore between me and damian and it wasn’t wasn’t working between dom and rhea…” he apologised first, knowing that you loved sincere people “the worst thing is that we didn’t think what this could lead to you… because i know you suffered from this…i saw it in your eyes when you left the stadium after summerslam” he took a deep breath “and i’ll never forgive myself for hurting you doll…that was never my intention”

“i appreciate your honesty” you smiled at him “but you wanted to ask me something if i’m not wrong?”

he took everything in himself to not lie to you, because he really cared about you, but right now all that was on his mind was revenge, and his idea of using you to get revenge on damian and rhea sounded more appealing to him “you’re right doll… there’s something that i wanted to ask you”

“go on”

“this new group is missing an important piece and that piece is you. me, dom, liv, jd and carlito…it feels like the group isn’t compete yet” he took your hands into his bigger ones “i know you’ve always struggled with making friends and i assure you that we would be so happy if you joined us… you already know the rest of the group and you know how much we love you…you and liv would be good friends, she’s such a sweetheart, she’s always kind and caring and she would be such an amazing tag team partner for you…and in all honesty, i miss you…i can’t stand to see you hate on me, i would hate myself too…you’re too important for me doll” and you believed him.

the way his voice sounded, full of emotion and honesty. the way he let a few tears fall. and the way he played the “friends card” so well, hitting you in your weakest spot.

it was enough for him to convince you to join them.

you will never forget the faces of damian and rhea when they first saw you with the group. they weren’t mad. they could never be mad at you. they were worried and a little disappointed. they wondered what finn had might said to you to convince you. what kind of sick mind tricks he had to use on you.

“that was amazing” dom laughed, kissing liv’s head, referring to the show that just aired. they completely destroyed rhea and dom, making you feel uncomfortable and guilty as you didn’t want to cause them any harm.

“yup” finn laughed “and i’ll never forget the faces they had when they saw y/n with us, right doll?” his arm took you closer to him, as if he wanted to hug you.

you faked a laugh, feeling uncomfortable and helpless.

“you’re the last piece we needed for our revenge on them” liv added, making the group agreeing with her.

wait - revenge?

finn never said anything about revenge. what was this coming from?

“next week it’s gonna be and you against rhea” liv said, making the group smirk.

“what?” you were confused knowing that you didn’t have any booking for next week.

“i’m gonna go against rhea next week and you’ll come out to help me” she laughed.

“she’s gonna be so heartbroken when she’ll see you with liv” dominik smirked, kissing liv one more time before moving somewhere else quieter with her.

“finn what are they talking about?” you asked him, not understanding what was going on.

“doll…” he sighed “you are a part of this group now and as a group we act together…”

“yeah, not against rhea and damian…you never said anything about going against them…you never mentioned me going against rhea” you didn’t want to cry in front of him, you were trying your best to keep your feelings inside.

he realised he hurt you, he knew he played with your feelings just because having you on his side was going to benefit him “you know that liv can’t win against rhea all by herself…she needs a little push”

you left them room before he could finish his speech.

tears were rolling down your cheeks. you wanted to leave the arena and find some quiet place to cry.

rhea and damian saw you in the distance. they couldn’t see your face really well but they saw you walking fast, trying to figure where to hide.

you found a good spot to hide. you sat on the emergency stairs and let all of those sobs you tried to keep down, out. you couldn’t believe you were so stupid to believe that finn really cared about you. you should have realised it sooner that the only reason he wanted you in the group was because he wanted to use you to get revenge on the pairs and not because he really wanted you in the group.

your cries broke rhea and damian’s heart.

they followed you, wanting to make sure you were okay and when they saw that you were not, they couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened to make you react like that.

you heard someone sitting next to you on the stairs but your eyes were still closed and your hands were still covering your face.

rhea’s arm moved to circle you, making you lay your head on her shoulder “sweetheart…what’s going on?”

when you heard rhea’s voice your eyes immediately opened up. you were met with the terror twins worried expressions.

“i’m so fucking stupid…” you whispered.

“hey, none of that…” damian’s hard voice said “absolutely not”

“but it’s the truth damian…i was so stupid to believe finn’s words and i’m so sorry for everything that happened tonight, i know you guys hate me now and”

“we don’t hate you y/n” rhea’s voice confessed “we could never hate you…we care about you too much…we were so worried when we saw you crying”

“finn said that i was the missing piece, he said that the team wasn’t complete without me and i believed him…he said how liv and i would be great friends, how he cared for me…only for him to say how happy he was when he saw you being disappointed that i picked him instead of you…”

“finn manipulated you y/n” damian said “he played mind games with you and none of what happened tonight was your fault, believe me…”

“but”

“no buts…damian is right…i was so worried when i saw you with them…i would have preferred you choosing by yourself, i would have preferred you going against us because it was your own choice and not someone else’s decision…doll” that nickname in rhea’s tone sounded kinder and more genuine now “it’s your life and it’s your choice to make…”

“i…i don’t want them…i, i can’t go against you next week rhea…they wanted me to distract you so liv could win against you but i can’t…” you cared too much for the duo to turn your back on them.

“then don’t do it…you don’t have to side with us…you could just be neutral…and we will always care about you, no matter what” damian gently wiped your tears away.

“i want to team with you if you still want me…”

rhea and damian both smiled, saying yes.

“we can’t be twins though…we are three now” you said, a little disappointed, knowing that you might have ruined it for them ad the fans.

“nope, not twins, family” rhea smirked, her eyes meeting damian’s “the terror family”

“la familia del terror” damian whispered in spanish “i like how it sounds” making you chuckle.

that night they took you back to the hotel, both planning how to get their revenge on liv and especially finn for even thinking of messing with you.

in the end, you were happy you got to make your own choice.

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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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Finn X Reader - Accidental Daddy

SUMMARY; Accidentally calls him daddy and he gets turned on

WARNING; SMUT, slight breeding kink, like one chocking bit

REQUESTED BY; Anon

WORD COUNT; 1,907

Listen to; Neck and Mirror by SoMo while reading. It helped me write this.

Finn slid his key card into the slot and watched the light turn green before slowly pushing the door open. Rubbing a hand over his face as he groaned, he rolled his luggage into the room. He had been late getting into town, which meant he was late starting his press day and hadn’t been able to check into the hotel on time. To day he was anxious to fall into bed would be an understatement.

Setting his luggage to the side, just before the small hallway holding the bathroom stopped, Finn froze in his place. On the floor in front of him, strewn everywhere, was women’s clothes; and not just any women’s clothes. No. He would recognize those shorts of Y/N’s anywhere. After all, they were the same pair of shorts he has imagines pulling off himself dozens of times.

Raising his eyebrow, he proceeded into the room, leaning against the corner of the hall as he peered over at the bed. The sight in front of him was almost enough to make him cum.

Y/N laid out on the king-sized bed, hand between her legs as she moaned softly. Finn nearly groaned as he grabbed his crotch, adjusting his growing erection. Months of fantasies and memories from cold showers filled his mind as he watched her silently. She must not have heard him come in, or just didn’t care. Maybe she was expecting someone? She didn’t have a boyfriend that he knew of, but he also didn’t know much about her. After all, she spent most of her time with Sheamus, her tag team partner, or Carmella. And, believe it or not, Finn could be quite shy.

Still he watched her, completely entranced by the way her body jerked and arched as her hand moved. Her moaned were getting louder and louder as she thrust two fingering into herself, flexing them in search of the one spot she knew would drive her crazy. A small gasp left her mouth as she found it, eyes fluttering open as her back arched off the mattress.

“Finn, fuck!”

His eyes widened as he began to unbutton his slacks, now froze in place. Maybe she had heard him come in. However, there was no way she could have known it was him. Which means... she was thinking of him. Groaning quietly, he took a step towards the bed as his normally clear blue eyes turned darker; the demon waking. She whimpered, tongue darting out to run over her lips as she bucked her hips up into her hand.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Fuck me daddy.”

A loud, feral growl left Finn’s throat as he flicked the zipper on his slacks down, his hand delving in to grab his cock.

“Well, what do we have here, love?” He smirked as her eyes flew open, connecting with his.

“What the hell Finn!?” She scrambled to pull the blanket up over her body, hiding herself from him. “How the fuck did you get into my hotel room?”

He chuckled darkly as he approached the edge of the bed, pushing his slacks to the ground.

“Got checked into da wrong room ‘m guessin’.” He licked his lips as he reached for the blanket, slowly pulling on it. “Can’t say ‘m sorry t’ough.”

Y/N blushed furiously as she struggled to keep covered. “F-Finn I can really explain.”

He growled, suddenly ripping the blanket from her as his hungry gaze wondered over her body, “I t’ink yer callin’ me te wrong name, princess.”

She whimpered slightly, licking her dry lips as she shook under the power of his gaze. “B-Balor?”

She had heard stories of the demon, seen him in the ring, even fantasized about him taking her like the slut she craved to be. Yet, she never thought she’d be here. After all, Finn the man always seemed too shy to do anything and lord knows she wasn’t going too.

Chuckling, he grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge as he kneeled. “Try again.” He kissed from her knee up, stopping at the outer corner of her thigh. “Get it right, an’ I’ll give ya a treat.”

Y/N fisted her hands in the sheets, legs spreading even further for him as she watched his every move, shaking in anticipation. “Daddy?”

Finn smiled sadistically as he flattened his tongue against her clit, licking from top to bottom. Her hips jerked up, vying for more pressure. However, he had other plans.

He looped his hands under her thighs, holding her still as he sucked harshly. His tongue alternated between her clit and darting in and out of her dripping pussy. She squealed and tangled her hands in his hair, holding his face where it was.

“J-Just like that daddy,” she whimpered. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve thought about your tongue in my tight little twat, or your cock stretching me until I can’t take it.”

Finn hissed as he looked up at her; long, slender fingers replacing his tongue as he licked his lips.

“E’ry time I touch my dick, I t’ink ‘bout fucking ye.” He curled his fingers inside her, easily finding her g-spot and beginning to assault it. “Ye screamin’ fer my cock, hand on yer t’roat while I destroy my pussy.”

Y/N whined and nodded quickly, pussy convulsing around his fingers.

“Yes, yes! I want it all Finn, just let me cum please!”

He quickly withdrew his fingers, hand coming to cover her throat as he leaned in, nipping her ear.

“What te fook did ye call me?”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond before he nestled his way between her legs, the swollen tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. Teasing her, he eased in an inch and pulled back out, over and over as she huffed and writhed under him.

“Was gonna give ye what ye want.” He chuckled and smirked down at her. “Let ye cum all o’er my face b’fer I fooked ye, but now...well.”

He held her hips, slamming his forward until his balls rested against the flesh of her ass. Y/N cried out, somewhere between pleasure and pain as his thick cock stretched her beyond anything she could imagine. It was heaven and hell at the same time and she loved it.

“Now, yer gonna take my cock ‘til yer drippin’ me cum, like the slut ye are.”

Y/N whimpered and nodded, her nails digging into the firm flesh of his back, leaving angry red trails.

“Yes daddy!” She panted, clinging to him as he pushed her deeper and deeper into the mattress.

He kept an unrelenting pace as his lips found the spot on her neck, sucking harsh enough for the skin to turn purple with his mark. His hands found their way up to cup her breasts, twisting and teasing her nipples as his cock pulsed inside her.

“Always knew ye’d be a ‘lil slut.” He nipped harder, Y/N crying out as he did. “Bet you’d beg fer me cum, wouldn’t ye?”

She nodded quickly, throat dry as she bucked her hips, her orgasm building steadily. Finn chuckled darkly as he once again slid his hand around her throat, pressing lightly. He let his eyes roam over her; from the marks now lining her neck to his cock pumping in and out of her. He couldn’t help the deep groan that feel from his lips as his cock swelled, filling her even more.

“Better hold that back.” He grits his teeth and held her hips, guiding them against his thrusts as he rubbed her clit. “Daddy cums b’fer the sluts do.”

Y/N whined as shew bucked, her body shaking with the effort. “D-daddy please, I can’t fucking hold it back. Need to cum, need to cum on your cock!”

Finn just smiled, the demon loving the sound of her begging as he used her to chase his own pleasure.

“First ‘m gonna cum yeah?” he panted and thrust harder, deeper, his cock pulsing uncontrollably. “Gonna fill ye up, let it drip out as I breed ye.” He licked his lips and bit into her shoulder blade, leaving an indent from his mouth. “Bet ye’d like that wouldn’t ye? Tie ye to me ferever.”

Y/N gasped as she threw her head back, orgasm building to impossible heights as she fought it back. “YES! Yes, please! Finn, Balor, Daddy, all three...let me cum please! I can’t keep it back.l

Finn threw his head back and roared as hot, thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock; splashing against her walls as he filled her.

“Cum ye slut, show me what ye got.”

Just as the words left his mouth, Y/N let out a scream as her body convulsed, her orgasm rocketing through her. Finn smiled, holding her against his body as he mumbled sweetly in her ear.

“Tat’s right princess,” He smoothed her hair back. “Cum for daddy.”

He rocked his hips gently, riding out both of their highs as he kissed the tears gathering in the corner of her eyes away. Y/N just looked up at him, lopsided grin on her face, eyes half closed with exhaustion.

“Mm, dunno how they mixed it, but happy they did.”

Finn just chuckled, the hazelly blue of his eyes shinning through once more as he placed light kissed on her face,

“Aye lass, I am too. We should have done that a long time ago.” He eased out of her body, biting his lip as their mixed cum leaked onto the bed, leaving a stain. “Let me clean ye up sweetheart, t’en ye can sleep.”

Y/N Just hummed in response, body too spent and relaxed to make much more of an effort. Finn chuckled gently as he got off the bed, making his way to the bathroom. Once there he grabbed a rag and wet it with warm water before making his way back to her. In the short time, he had been gone she had managed to fall asleep, completely worn out. He smiled to himself and used the rag to clean the evidence of their escapade from her thighs and swollen pussy. Once done, he placed the rag in the dirty hamper and crawled in bed beside her.

He gathered her into his arms and pulled the blankets over their naked bodies before turning the bedside light off. Y/N mumbled lightly as she moved her head to his chest and threw an arm over him, eyes peaking open.

“Nex’ time, as much as I love Balor, I’d like to have Finn too.”

Finn snorted and laughed as he nodded. “Aye love, ye’ll get me. I know the Demon can be a bit much.”

She giggled lightly and nodded. “Maybe for the first time. But I really liked it too, liked knowing I could bring that side out.”

She looked up at him and kissed him gently as he smiled.

“Can’t believe it took ye callin’ me daddy fer us to get together,”

She raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh? We’re together, are we?”

Finn blushed ever so slightly as he shrugged. “If ye wanna be. I know I’d like it.”

A slow smiled spread across her face as her eyes fluttered closed, relaxing against the warmth and softly his arms provided.

“Yeah, I’d like that too.”

Finn smiled, looking down at her as she looked up at him. He kissed her gently before relaxing against the sheets, sleep overtaking them both.

 Yello lovelies! So, funny story. I had about 900 words of this written on Monday and my computer crashed, meaning I LOST IT ALL. Rewriting this to the standards of which the lost part was at was difficult and I still don’t feel like it lives up to them. But oh well. Also, this was my first attempt at ‘demon Balor.’ Enjoy.

ALSO, why do I want to write a part two for everything I post 😂😂

Much love, Rose xx

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[writinglionqueen]

The Queen’s Library

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Aleister Black

Fade to Black (NSFW-ish, 18+)

Figure It Out (NSFW/18+)

Dean Ambrose

Down Boy (NSFW/18+)

Drew McIntyre

After Shower Caresses (NSFW-ish)

Baby Drew and Daddy Drew blurbs Hands On Learner (NSFW/18+) Manhandle (NSFW/18+)

Back Problems (fluff)

Bow Down (NSFW-ish)

Chocolate Covered Strawberry (NSFW-ish)

Count (NSFW/18+)

Fae or Foe (fluff)

Fingers In His Hair (fluff)

Give a Hand to Lady Luck (NSFW/18+/Male!Reader)

Glasgow Kiss Asphyxiation (NSFW/18+)

G-Spot Pile Driver (NSFW/18+)

Hunger (NSFW-ish)

I Don’t Need You (fluff)

I Need You (NSFW/18+)

It’s OK Baby (NSFW/18+)

Just Because 

Kiss Me. Lick Me. Bite Me. (NSFW-ish)

Leashed and Collared (NSFW/18+)

Like a Hot Wing (NSFW/18+)

Lollipop (NSFW/18+) Lollipop Lollipop (NSFW/18+)

Make Me

My King Series (NSFW, fluff, SFW, angst, etc) (Now in one place with the blurb asks)

Nectare de Rosa (NSFW/18+)

Princess I’m In Charge Series ~ Princess I’m In Charge (NSFW/18+) ~ Sleepy Reward (NSFW-ish) [teaser after Princess I’m In Charge] ~ Not Yet (dynamic reflection of this series)

Put Your Hands On Me (NSFW/18+)

Ref-fed 

Search For Me (NSFW/18+)

Semi-Sweet Torture (NSFW/18+)

Sleepy Pancakes (fluff)

Soft (fluff) Softer and Softer (fluff) Softest (fluff)

Strange Magic ~ Part 1 (fluff) ~ Part 2 (fluff) ~ Part 3  ~ Pyreworks (angst) ~ How a Witch Met the Bloodline

Taking Care of Big Daddy Claymore (NSFW/18+)

Things That Go Bump In the Night (NSFW/18+) [ANGST]

Thistle (NSFW/18+)

Until I Lose My Goddamn Mind (NSFW/18+) (tw: dubcon, tw: consenting non-con, consent play)

Vibing (NSFW/18+)

Wanted This For a While 

Finn Bálor

Bálor’s Little Angel (NSFW/18+)

Daddy’s On TV (fluff-ish)

Giving Bálor A Massage (NSFW-ish)

I Miss Daddy Too (fluff)

I’ve Imagined... (NSFW/18+)

Lego House (fluff)

My Best Thinking (fluff)

My Persephone, Your Hades (fluff)

My Sweet (NSFW-ish)

Rock Me (NSFW/18+)

Take Your Throne (NSFW/18+)

The Twilight Hour (Father Finn Tribute)

Roman Reigns

T birthday fic ~ All Good Boys Go To Heaven  ~ But Bad Boys Bring Heaven to You 

Mafia Boss Roman ~ Babygirl   ~ A Favor ~ Daddy (NSFW/18+)

Look At Me (NSFW-ish)

Seth Rollins

Nothing Better Than the Real Thing (NSFW/18+)

The Best Part of Your Day (coffee shop AU)

Things that Vince is too much of a coward to make happen:

You Will Pay (Finn Balor deserved better at MITB 2019)

Bath Time ficlets

Bath Time Bálor ~ Finn Bálor

Bubbles with the Scotsman ~ Drew McIntyre 

Sleepy Time Suds ~ Roman Reigns

Relax Rollins ~ Seth Rollins

Dirty Moxley ~ Jon Moxley

Head Cannons

Drew McIntyre ~ Rough Sex

~ Breeding Kink

Finn Bálor ~ Getting Drunk ~ Having Kids

Quick blurbs/Ficlets

Drew McIntyre 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 

Tropes

Being Forced to Watch Your SO Get Hurt ~ Finn Bálor

The Tall Scary Person In The Duo Holding The Smaller One Back From A Fight ~ Drew McIntyre

Doing Your SO’s Finishing Move ~ Finn Bálor

Your SO Worried About You When You’re Out On Injury ~ Finn Bálor 

Tight Spaces Lead To Kissing ~ Finn Bálor 

Turning On Your SO ~ Finn Bálor (Part 1) Hurting Your SO In The Worst Way Possible ~ Finn Bálor (Part 2) Trying To Turn the Tides ~ Finn Bálor (Part 3) Turning the Tides ~ Finn Bálor (Part 4)

Finn Bálor + Drew McIntyre

Softly Wanting

Everything I’ve Imagined (NSFW/18+)

Morning Heat 

Together (NSFW/18+)

My Drunk Idiots (fluff)

Workover (NSFW/18+)

[closetofanxiety]

50 Wrestling Questions: Why Not

Remember this? It’s been a while. Let’s do this again. Let’s twist again like we did last summer. Or the summer of 2017 in this case.

1. What got you into wrestling?

People ask me this all the time, and I don’t really have a good answer. I’ve liked it on and off since I was very young, and who knows why you like the stuff you like when you’re a little kid? 

2. What is your favorite wrestling promotion?

Of all time: ECW, even though I would probably think of it very differently if it were happening today. Currently: Beyond Wrestling. 

3. Favorite male wrestler of all time?

Gorgeous George, but if we’re talking about people who were alive when I was alive, Dusty Rhodes. I want to say Bruiser Brody, but in my heart I would know I was just saying that to look cool. 

4. Favorite female wrestler of all time?

Gail Kim. For the longest time, she was the only woman in a major global wrestling company who got over based on her wrestling ability. She was doing stuff in TNA that was years ahead of its time, and could adapt her style to get great matches with a variety of opponents with very different backgrounds. And she can still go, as she showed in the match against Tessa Blanchard the other night. I know it would be cooler to say Bull Nakano or Chigusa Nagayo or something, but I don’t know enough of their stuff to make that claim credible. I am who I am, a person who goes to the mall to buy shoes. 

5. Favorite current male wrestler?

Nick Gage

6. Favorite current female wrestler?

Momo Watanabe 

7. Favorite theme song?

Joey Janela’s music captures his vibe perfectly, and sounds great being blasted out of PA speakers inside a small bar or VFW hall. Of all time, probably, I don’t know, Honky Tonk Man? In an ironic way that slowly becomes sincere?

8. Least favorite theme song?

Ricochet’s WWE theme music is pretty dreadful. 

9. Favorite gimmick?

Currently: Orange Cassidy. All time: Road Warriors maybe? They were almost 100 percent gimmick, and they were the biggest tag team in the world at a great time for tag team wrestling. 

10. Least favorite gimmick?

All the racist and gay-hating gimmicks that have been used throughout the years are more or less equally horrible. If we’re talking about a terrible gimmick that was non-malignant, I’d say it was taking giant indestructible ass-kicker Mike Awesome and making him “That 70s Guy.” 

11. Best entrance (either their usual entrance or a special one, like a Wrestlemania entrance)?

Gorgeous George had the best entrance of all time, and it’s been copied ever since (Ric Flair’s entrance is basically Gorgeous George’s, scored with a different piece of classical music). The Sandman also had a great entrance. He was kind of all-entrance, now that I think of it. I also love those old shows in Japan where Brody would come out to “Immigrant Song” running through the crowd, swinging a fucking chain over his head like a lunatic. An entrance that makes you fear for your life: mission accomplished. 

12. Best Undertaker Wrestlemania match?

I am not the right person to ask for Undertaker superlatives, but the Lesnar match had a legitimately shocking conclusion that I still appreciate 

13. Most overrated?

I’m tempted to incur the wrath of the online by making a contrarian hot take selection like Ken Omega, but in reality it’s probably the Undertaker. 

14. Most underrated?

There are a million choices from before the 1980s, the Before Time of contemporary pro wrestling. Edouard Carpentier, say; he was having matches in 1970 that would not look out of place in 2019. Since the 1980s, I’d say Jerry Lynn is a very strong contender for most underrated. The popular choice would be Sid or Lex Luger, but I think they’re pretty much rated exactly as they should be. 

15. Have you ever been to an event? If so, which one?

I certainly have been to many pro wrestling events. I go to one or two a month. Like a lot of things, wrestling is pretty much always fun in person. It helps that the Northeast has a ton of good companies within easy driving distance. My favorite show of all time might be Americanrana 2016. 

16. Who has the best merch?

We’re in a weird period where people on Instagram are making better shirt designs (in insanely limited editions) than the vast majority of wrestlers or wrestling companies. I will say that Kris Wolf has yet to make an ugly or boring piece of merchandise, which is a huge complication in this day and age. 

17. Do you own any merch?

Nope! Wait, I mean, “yes, entirely too much.” Shirts, 8 x 10s, DVDs, magazines, random pieces like fancy enamel badges and a stack of Okada bucks. The one thing I’ve never gotten into is action figures, and that’s probably good for the ol’ bank balance. 

18. Best nickname?

"The American Dream” Dusty Rhodes is an all-time classic. 

19. Worst nickname?

"The Game” is a dumb nickname. “The Cerebral Assassin” is also a dumb nickname. Are assassins supposed to be stupid? I bet they’re typically very smart, although of low moral character. “Triple H” is his only good nickname, and even that sounds like the nickname of a guy who owns a car dealership out by the highway.

20. Best mic skills?

Nobody was ever better than Bobby Heenan, who had incredible range and versatility. He could do comedy and he could do menace. He could do calm and he could do spitting rage. He had an uncanny sense of timing and was quicker on his feet than almost anyone. No one really comes close at matching his astonishing depth, but Dusty Rhodes was an all-time great promo. He really made you care about wrestling matches, which is not an easy thing to do.

21. Most annoying?

I mean, it has to be Vince McMahon. 

22. Most attractive male?

Is Tanahashi too obvious a choice? Best hair in wrestling. It’s incredible and luxurious, like an untamed mountain stream. Andrade “Cien” Almas or whatever they’ve shortened his name to (”And”) is a handsome man. Killer Kross: very handsome. We live in a golden age of attractive wrestlers. Just look back at the gassed-up Zubaz mastodons of the 1980s, or the territories-era guys who all looked like they were 48 years old and had pot bellies. You almost have to try to find unattractive wrestlers. Nick Gage, for instance. But I’m sure even he has his swooning admirers. 

23. Most attractive female?

Again, what a time for attractive wrestlers. It may be shallow, but wrestling is a business that’s at least partially cosmetic. Attractive people sell tickets. I would, and have, bought a ticket to see Hana Kimura. 

24. Favorite faction?

Of all time? Probably the Barry Windham-era Four Horsemen. More recently, Team Pazuzu. 

25. Worst faction?

BULLET CLUB. No, it’s not the Bullet Club, as exhausted as they’ve become. It’s probably the nWo after early 1998 or so, when they had like 60 members and dragged down every storyline. 

26. Best ring gear?

Su Yung and Pentagon Jr. 

27. Who do you think would be the nicest in real life?

I bet Jerry Lynn is a good guy to know. People in wrestling universally praise Little Guido, which is very rare. The Young Bucks seem like they might be decent dudes. Willow Nightingale told a story on a podcast about Nick Gage excitedly playing with Solo Darling’s dog backstage, so you never know. 

28. Who would be the rudest in real life?

On the indie level, it’s probably someone who doesn’t work very much. Above the indie level, I bet some of those British guys are secretly horrible, like Jimmy Havoc. 

29. Favorite heel?

Currently it’s a tie between MJF and Alisha Edwards, two of the only people who can regularly get indie crowds to boo them. Of all time, heel Flair was hard to beat. 

30. Most hardcore?

It’s definitely either a guy in Japan or a guy in Mexico, and he’s definitely been burned by explosive charges multiple times. Onita? It’s probably Onita. Or Jun Kasai? I think Onita has probably been exploded more times than Jun Kasai. 

31. A wrestler you could beat?

At wrestling? Not a single one of them. Nicholas, the small boy who won the WWE tag team championship with Braun Strowman, would wipe the floor with me. Even the most callow bodybuilder-turned-wrestler would not break a sweat beating me senseless. But writing talking points for senior administration officials in preparation for legislative testimony? Now you’re on my turf. Not so tough now, huh, Nicholas? 

32. Best story line?

Freebirds vs. Von Erichs or Stone Cold vs. Vince. My heart says the former, my head says the latter. 

33. Biggest missed opportunity for a story line?

The WWE blowing the invasion angle after purchasing WCW is the obvious one. More recently, they blew it by not turning Reigns heel. 

34. Worst story line?

Ha, so many of them. Impossible to choose just one. At least most of the dumb embarrassing Russo ones in WCW and TNA were basically harmless, like the time Samoa Joe got kidnapped by ninjas. The Chuck and Billy wedding thing was far worse. A low point even by Vince’s impressively cretinous standards.

35. Which wrestler should turn heel?

I’d like to see a Jordynne Grace heel run in Impact. Heel Finn Balor would also be good. 

36. Which wrestler should turn face?

Samoa Joe has a good fiery babyface, “I’m tired of doing your dirty work, McMahon!” run in him. 

37. Who would be the worst to room with?

Can you imagine sharing a living space with Enzo Amore? Or the thicket of twee Disney merchandise you’d have to negotiate every day if you lived with Johnny Gargano?

38. Who would be the best to room with?

I bet Eddie Edwards would be a surprisingly thoughtful roommate, like he’d always do the dishes “because I love doing them!,” that kind of thing. I have nothing to base this suspicion on, he just seems like my old roommate, Shane, who was like that. 

39. Who would be your best friend if you were a wrestler?

I’d like to say Jushin Thunder Liger, and posit that we would go on exciting adventures, but the answer is probably something like “Comp Time” Terry Dandridge, who wrestles monthly for 2Xtreme All-Pro Wrestling Alliance out of Euphoria, Kansas and has a 9 to 5 as a hardware store manager. 

40. What would your job be in a wrestling promotion?

I’d normally make a self-effacing joke here, but I do social media training at my real job, and so many wrestlers are badly in need of help in this area. 

41. Favorite wrestling podcast/Youtube channel?

I like AIW’s “The Card is Going to Change” podcast a lot, and there’s one by the owners of RevPro that’s pretty good. It’s hard to find a well-produced wrestling podcast that talks about independent wrestling. My favorite wrestling YouTube channel is OSW Review. 

42. Favorite finisher?

BURNING HAMMER

43. Least favorite finisher?

The Bayley-to-belly suplex. HOW IS THIS A FINISHING MOVE

44. Favorite match?

Kerry Von Erich vs. Jerry Lawler at Superclash III. It was a bloody, weird, engrossing spectacle, and it was the symbolic end of the territories era. 

45. Favorite PPV?

Royal Rumble is the last PPV my casual fan friends reliably want to see, and with good reason: it’s engrossing.

46. Guilty pleasure wrestler?

Big Banter Baron Corbin, but I feel no guilt here. He rules. 

47. Favorite submission?

THE KATA HA JIME, otherwise known as the Tazmission.

48. Most entertaining to watch?

All time? Randy Savage. Currently? Io Shirai. 

49. Best spot?

Anyone spitting mist into the unsuspecting eyes of their foes

50. Who do you most respect?

I respect you, booker man.

[itsadamcole]

fix you

fem!reader x finn balor

(requested) reader loses someone really close to her and Finn is the only one who can "fix her" ...

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: mentions of someone dying, the grieving process, crying, upset!reader

— this is based on “fix you” by coldplay. thank you to anonymous for requesting this. it’s one of my favorite things i’ve ever written —

masterlist || request an imagine here

***

The first feeling you felt was numbness. It didn't seem real when your brother called you to tell you the news. You couldn't believe what your brother was telling you. It was shocking and very unexpected.

"Y/N, Mom and Dad were hit by a drunk driver," your brother said to you over the phone. "They went to the hospital but they didn't make it. They're gone."

The funeral was the same day that you had an opportunity for the NXT Women's Championship so you couldn't go, but you won the title. Nothing felt any different. You didn't feel happy or in a celebratory mood. Yeah, maybe you felt borderline content with winning the title, but it didn't help you feel better like you thought you would. You put on a fake smile but cried real tears that day. The confetti fell, everyone was celebrating, and all you wanted was to see your parents' faces in the crowd. They weren't there.

It's been a week since you won the title, and you're still in denial about your brother's call. You've tried calling your parents' phones, hoping they'd answer. You only spoke to their voicemails. You just wanted to hear their voices. It had been a few weeks since you last talked to them, and you wish you talked to them more recently.

You've pushed all your friends away since you've tried to cope with your parent's deaths. You've been so tired, but you haven't been able to sleep at night. Non-stop tears streaming down your face for days, maybe even weeks. You don't even know.

What am I supposed to do when I lose something I can't replace? you think to yourself every night when you lay in bed. The thoughts constantly ring through your mind when you're trying to sleep. Does it get worse than this? Can you handle it if it does get worse than this?

One of your friends, well your boyfriend, asked you if he could come to your apartment today. You told him he can come over. You saw him the day you won your title but you haven't seen anyone in days

You've been hiding out in your apartment, barely eating and not showering. You haven't had any motivation to do anything. Your little one-bedroom apartment is a disaster. Clothes are thrown everywhere in your room, the living room is covered in trash and glasses, and the dishes are piling up in the sink. The title lays on the arm of one of the chairs in the living room.

At almost one in the afternoon, there's a light knock on your apartment door. You get up, brushing your hair out of your face and wiping the tears away that have stained your cheeks. You unlock the door and open it.

Finn Balor stands at your front door in his signature black leather jacket, a black t-shirt, and jeans. He's holding a bouquet of flowers, a bag with snacks, and an iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts. The tears start again at the kind gesture. "Finn," you cry, walking toward him and hugging him.

"Don't cry," Finn coos. "Come on, let's go dig into these snacks, yeah?"

Nodding, you let Finn walk into the dark apartment. The curtains are all closed, making it darker in the apartment than it is outside. Finn looks around the apartment, setting the bag of snacks down on the kitchen island counter. You stand behind him and look at his view.

"I, um," you say, clearing your throat. "I haven't had the chance to clean it up." Finn turns and looks back at you. Tears well in your eyes. "Actually, that's a lie. I haven't had the motivation to clean it up in weeks."

Your boyfriend sees the tears in your eyes and says, "Hey, that's okay. Ya are going through a lot, Y/N. We can clean it up together and I can help ya in any way ya need me to help."

Nodding, you say, "That sounds nice, Finn. Thank you."

Finn nods and says, "Anything for ya, my love." He walks over to the silverware drawer and grabs spoons. "So, I brought over your favorite ice cream and we can watch some Netflix or Disney Plus. Whatever ya wanna do."

He hands you a spoon and a tub of your favorite ice cream flavor, chocolate chip cookie dough. You take the tub and walk to the couch. You throw the empty boxes of tissues off the couch so Finn can sit. He joins you and grabs the remote, putting on Netflix. You open the tub of ice cream.

"You've been starting a lot of things but ya don't finish watching them," Finn observes. "Ya started so many shows."

You stab at the ice cream and say, "Yeah, I watch it then I get sidetracked with crying." You stab harder at the ice cream and get frustrated. "Why won't this stupid spoon go into the ice cream?"

Finn looks over at you and says, "It's a frozen food, Y/N. It'll defrost a bit if ya give it time."

Getting irritable, you mumble, "Time's not something a lot of us have." His facial expression softens when he hears what you say.

These comments and thoughts aren't uncommon, especially recently. You've been thinking about this a lot while you've spent hours upon hours crying.

You're still stabbing at the frozen ice cream when Finn reaches over. You snap, "I can do it myself."

"I was just trying to help," Finn says, pulling his hands back from you. He's looking at you while you finally get a spoonful of ice cream onto the metal spoon. You take the bite.

"I don't need you to help me with getting ice cream onto a spoon," you say.

Finn looks at you and asks, "Why am I here then? All you're doing is snapping at me and making these comments that you didn't make before."

You say, "You're the one that asked to come over, Finn."

He blinks at you and says, "Because I missed my girlfriend, Y/N. I still do. I don't know who ya are anymore. I don't know this person. Ya disappeared after ya won the title and I didn't hear from ya until I reached out to ask to come over. I probably wouldn't have ever heard from ya if I didn't ask to come over."

While Finn talked, you put the tub of ice cream on the table. When he's done, you say, "My parents died, I didn't get to say goodbye, and you expect me to just be the same Y/N I was before they died. I didn't even get to go to their funeral, Finn. I was too busy winning a title I'll eventually lose anyway. I was winning a title that I don't even deserve." You begin crying again for the millionth time in weeks.

Finn turns so he's facing you as he says, "I never expected ya to be the same Y/N ya were before. I one hundred percent never expected ya to be the same Y/N. I've never lost a parent let alone two so I can't understand the pain and the anger you're feeling right now." He takes your hands in his and holds them while you cry. "Especially because they died so unexpectedly and you didn't get to say goodbye to them."

"Fix me, Finn," you cry to your boyfriend. "I can't keep doing this. I can't keep crying when the smallest thing sets me off like this. I can't have my apartment looking like this." You motion to the messy room around you. "For the first time in weeks, I felt genuinely happy because you were here. I feel like you're the only one who can fix me."

He pulls you into a tight hug and your bury your face into Finn's neck. You cry silently as Finn says, "I'll try to fix ya, Y/N. I can't promise that I can but I'll try. I can't be the only one putting in effort though, baby. I need ya to work with me on this too."

You look up at Finn and you nod, saying, "I can do that." He gives you a soft smile and wipes away your tears before cupping your face. You meet his eyes before he rests his forehead on yours.

Your boyfriend says, "Ya know I'm always here for ya, Y/N. Ya don't have to push me away like I know ya probably want to. I'm in this with ya. Tell me what ya need and we can get started."

"Can we clean my apartment so it looks halfway decent again?" you ask.

Finn laughs a little bit and says, "Of course. I'll get some trash bags and we can start."

Nodding, you pull yourself away from Finn and he gets up. He grabs trash bags from the kitchen and you gather the empty tissue boxes that litter the floor. You grab the used tissues too that missed the tiny trash can you have in the room. Finn returns with an open trash bag and you throw them out.

Then you walk into the kitchen to do the pile of dirty dishes. Finn brings you any glasses, plates, or silverware he finds throughout the living room and dining room areas. He does the same in your bedroom. You do them as he brings them to you.

Your boyfriend being here has given you a little extra motivation you failed to find over the past few weeks. He's helping you clean, and he promised to help try and fix what's going on with you.

You know it won't be easy learning to cope with your parents' deaths, but maybe Finn being around can help you begin to cope. Sometimes having someone to be there for you isn't a terrible idea. So, you make a mental note to see your other friends when you go to NXT tonight.

Step one is to cope with the fact that your parents are gone. Learn to deal with all the emotions you're feeling without keeping them bottled up or snapping on someone because you're feeling emotional. Finn can help you with that, and you're grateful.

It's one step at a time from now on while you learn to cope. You'll figure out step two when you eventually get past step one.

It's close to four when the apartment is cleaned, dusted, swept, vaccummed, and washed. You've even showered and shaved by this time, and dressed in clean clothes that aren't stained with tears or snot. Your hair doesn't look like a bird's nest and you were actually able to put on some makeup so now it looks like you've slept.

You walk into the living room after your shower and find Finn on the couch watching Netflix. You walk up behind him and cover his eyes. "Guess who?" you say by his ear.

"Hm, I don't know," he tease. "Whoever it is actually smells clean."

After gently tapping the back of his head, you uncover his eyes and say, "Jerk."

Finn turns his head and looks at you. He smiles and says, "Look at ya. Ya look good in actual clothes instead of a t-shirt and sweatpants. Not that ya don't look good in a t-shirt and sweatpants but ya have probably been wearing them for days."

You say, "You're the reason I'm actually dressed. You give me a little extra motivation and kick just by being here. Thank you."

He gets on his knees and faces you. "I'm just here to help ya get through this," he says. "Start to finish."

You wrap your arms around his neck and say, "You're the best. I don't deserve this."

Finn says, "Ya don't deserve what happened to ya. We can fly to your hometown so ya can see your family if ya want."

"When I'm a little stronger and I can handle my emotions better we can," you say. Your face falls. "My parents never were able to meet you."

He says, "I don't have to meet them to know that they gave birth and raised one of the most intelligent, athletic, strong, and most beautiful women on this planet. I know they would have went off and started telling me how smart ya are, how strong ya are, how well ya wrestle, and how beautiful ya are. I already know all of that."

Your face gets all flustered as you listen to what Finn has to say. You let him finish before you say, "I wanted them to know how amazing you are, Finn. I wanted them to know that you're taking care of me while I'm thousands of miles away from them."

Your boyfriend climbs over the couch and stands in front of you. "I'm sure they know," Finn says. "If not, I'm sure they do now."

He engulfs you in a hug and you rest your head against Finn's chest. "I know," you sigh. "I'm just glad you're here and trying to help me."

"Fix ya," he reminds you.

You look up at Finn and say, "Yes, fix me." You give a small smile.

Finn says, "Woah, was that a smile? Wow, it's been a long time since I've seen that pretty thing."

Your face gets hot again and you say, "Finn, if you don't stop making me get all flustered."

He chuckles and says, "I'm sorry, mo ghra. Anyway, ya ready to head to the arena? We do have a job to do tonight."

Nodding, you grab your bag and your title. You grab your keys and leave your apartment with Finn.

[ms-wwe]

EVERY TIME I SEE THIS

I HEAR THIS

And tbh, Punk would approve.