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deepdisireslonging · 2 months ago

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Just a Movie

It feels like the world is going to hell in a handbasket. Finn takes the time to give the Reader a bit of peace.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings/Promises: Fluff, SMUT, winter weather, food mention, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, p-in-v

Word Count: 2240

Note: Wanted to give my writing bestie @neversatisfiedgirlfics a little treat. Happy Valentine’s, dearie!

He had gone all out. Blankets. A flickering fire. And a pile of movies to choose from. There were your favorites from Jurassic Park to Sleeping Beauty, classics like Gilda and Philadelphia Story, and movies always in your rotation like The Mummy and Howls Moving Castle. With the snow piled high outside, you chose The Mummy. What better way to escape the cold than with a giant pile of blankets and a movie set in the desert?

Finn snuggled close under his own pile of blankets. He kept you plied with hot chocolate. And, when Evie and Rick had cutesy moments on screen, he nuzzled his nose along your cheekbone and under your jaw. It never failed to make him grin when you said your favorite lines before the characters did. And, despite him doing it every time you watched this movie, he squeezed you suddenly when a mummified Anuksunamun popped up. It made you squeal, making him laugh.

When the credits began to roll, you cracked open your blankets to snuggle into his.

You squinted at him. “What was all this for?” Innocent as sin, he tried to avoid your gaze. But you drew him back by nestling your head into the curve of his neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Love.” He kissed your forehead. “I wanted to give you a little bit of a rest. You’ve had a lot going on.” His cheek rested against yours. “We both have.”

The movie finally reverted to the home screen. Finn turned off the tv. Outside, the snow created a muffled barrier to the world. The fire crackled like static in the silence, lulling you closer and closer to sleep. Finn breathed steadily. You began to match his rhythm, breathing in unison until you couldn’t tell your exhale from his, and his inhale from yours. Every so often, you hummed contentedly. Finn’s hand rested on your thigh. His thumb smoothed back and forth, creating little arches in the fabric of your lounge-wear.

You tried not to think about what the world had in store for your tomorrow. Or what it had done to you already in the days and months past. Despite all the stress and barriers, there would still be laundry to do, and dishes to wash. Finn always folded and put away what clothes you dumped into the clean hamper after a wash. And he washed the dishes so you could dry them and put them away. In every task shared at home, his body was a reassuring, reoccurring wall to bump into. He was sturdy when you wanted to fall. And he let you pour your heart into caring for him when you needed to create proof of goodness in the world.

A log crackled and split in the fireplace.

The thoughts swirling in your head popped like a soap bubble. Instead of thinking about yesterday or tomorrow, you focused on the warmth of the blankets. Finn’s even breathing. How loved you felt. Finn’s thumb was still making little arches in the fabric of your lounge pants.

You could have sat together forever.

But Finn was so warm. You couldn’t stop rubbing your hands across his stomach. Down his thighs. Dipping under his shirt to feel his warm flesh against your fingertips. Finn’s breath caught. His sigh hummed across your forehead.

“What do you need, moi ghrá?”

“You’re so warm.”

“Mhmm.” He inhaled deeply and gave your forehead a lingering kiss. “So are you.” His stomach contracted as your nails grazed over the hills and valleys of his muscles. “Then again, you are playing with fire. It’s easy to be warm with a woman like you.” Finn’s mouth lingered from your forehead, down your cheek, and under your jawline. He suckled softly on the curve of your neck, making you gasp. “Is this what you were after, a stór? I thought we were having a movie day.”

You swallowed hard. “I thought so too. You gonna put in the next one?”

But he continued to kiss around your neck, across your collarbone, and to lick at the hollow of your throat.

“Finn?”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you been planning this?” You yelped as he guided you back into the couch cushions. Your chest heaved as his hands slid up under your sweatshirt.

“No plan,” he hummed. “Just knew I wanted to take care of you. In any way that you needed.” His breath stuttered as he found you bra-less and breathless for him. “How am I doing so far?”

You bit your lip as his hand squeezed around your breast. “Don’t stop.”

If his face hadn’t been so pretty, the lurid grin that crossed it would have been irksome. But his hands kneaded across your body. Any aches or pains that life had knotted into your joints was massaged away. And underneath your skin, your body pulsed with the growing desire that Finn was sure to pour into you. He removed your lounge pants, humming with delight to find you bare there too. He licked his lips.

Finn kissed you deeply, distracting you from how he leaned back, dragging you with him. But instead of finding yourself face-to-face with him, he continued to lay back and guided you to sit on his stomach.

“Finn?” You nervously looked between him and the windows in front of you. The sheers were drawn. But even they didn’t fully block out the winter wonderland outside. Nor would they block the view of the warm interior from the outside. Your eyes crossed as he dragged a finger through your slick, noisily sucking on his fingers. Next thing you knew, he had you situated over his face. “Baby... the neighbors.”

“So?” His nose traced little circles to the inside of your thighs.

“Someone might see.”

He grunted. “So let ‘em see. I am not moving from this spot, and neither are you,” he flattened his tongue against your sex to make your back arch. “Not until you don’t care about the world anymore.”

A sad laugh bubbled out of you. “Then we could be here for a while.” You tried to dismount his face.

But Finn wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and held you down. He growled, sending the vibrations where he knew would make you tremble. “Then we’re here for a while.” His loving glare deepened as you tried to hover and not smother him. “Nobody, not Samoa Joe or Roman or Cesaro has been able to do what you’re scared to do. If I need to breathe, I’ll find a way. Now get down here.”

Pinning you down over his mouth, Finn began to lick and suck and lap happily at your sex. Your head fell forward and lolled to the side with the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Bracing your hand forward against the arm rest, you did your best not to roll your hips. But Finn rolled them for you. He slid you back and forth against his tongue.

Staggered, you raked your hand across the end table, knocking the remnants of the hot chocolate mugs into the floor. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be bothered by the mess. Not when Finn was making happy noises under you, turning you into another kind of mess, and devouring you like his last meal. When he did finally pull back for air, his face glistened with your arousal. The top curve of his cheeks were pink with delight. And his smile was downright pussy-drunk.

“How ‘ya feelin’ a stór?”

The tiny whimper that passed through your lips was not what you intended to say. But he got the gist.

With a chuckle, he dove back in. Sucking at your clit, he made you see stars. Any source of light in the room that your eyes glanced over had a halo from his power over you. Or maybe it was just double vision from the same reason. Your hips moved of their own accord. He sucked hard on your clit, finally making you cry out with release. But he didn’t stop attacking your bud until your thighs were shaking and you were begging for mercy.

“You gotta let me breathe, baby,” you whined.

He loudly lapped up your release. “So breathe.” But he did take pity on your sensitivity. Soon, you were once again on your back against the couch pillows. He messily kissed from one side of your neck to the other. When he pulled back to look at you, your hand on his cheek tilted. You ran your thumb across his lips. They were beautiful on a normal day, and plumped from eating you out. As your other hand reached for his length still trapped in his own sweats, he grunted. Finn resisted your efforts to turn him over.

You pouted. “Wanna do the same for you.”

“Nuh-uh. You get your mouth on me and I’ll blow in a minute.”

“And what am I supposed to do when you get your cock in me?”

He shrugged. “Clamp down on me ‘till I see God? It has been a minute since we chatted.” With a chuckle, he dragged his length into the open. His eyes closed and he hissed, his hand gently fisting himself. He rasped, “I’ve been hesitatin’ to speak to a priest. Don’t want to threaten his frock with the details of what I’ve been doin’ to ya. Or what else I want to do to ya.”

You made whatever sounds you pleased as he slowly filled you. The stretch and drag of him pulled desperate groans from between your lips. But you also held your breath so you could hear Finn’s pants and moans. You ran your hand up under his sweatshirt, whining until he dragged it over his head and out of the way. Now you could really see him. How his stomach flexed and contracted as he tried to hold himself together. How his chest heaved in rhythm with yours. And how his arms flexed on either side of your head once he was fully seated within you.

It was taking him too long to move. You tried to roll your hips, needy for the friction. But Finn’s hands rushed to pin you down.

“Need another minute.” He breathed heavily. Eyes closed, and plump lips parted, he fought to hold off on his release.

“Breathe,” you cooed.

If he caught the sass riding on your tongue, he didn’t mention it. But he did catch his breath. Resolve finally as hard as the rest of him, he slowly dragged his cock from you before thrusting again. You arched, canting your body as best as you could to feel every inch of him. He didn’t hesitate to give you any of it. Again, the room acquired a halo. With the window behind him bright with the snow outside, he was backlight for your viewing pleasure. He shoved up the hem of your sweatshirt so he could have access to your breasts again. Leaning forward, he caught your nipple between his teeth. As your body rocked, he lightly nipped at the bud and the side of your breast. Your walls fluttered around him.

Beneath you, the couch legs creaked. If the whole thing started to move, you wouldn’t have been surprised. But you were too busy being folded in half to give a damn about scratches on the floor. Finn’s pace increased. His brow scrunched as he fought to keep his eyes open. You couldn’t return the effort. Your vision, already blurry around the edges, kept blacking out each time you blinked. It was nice being able to feel him, and to hear his grunts and muttered Irish promises.

Finn’s pace took on a frantic chase. You cried out beneath him. Your nails dragged thin red welts down his stomach. But his goal was at hand. Just a few more thrusts. And a few more. Your body quaked and shivered as you fell apart. He continued to thrust as you cried out, wailing his name. A shudder ran up his spine. With a shout, he followed you down into bliss.

With both of you panting, Finn collapsed onto your chest. His hot breath puffed across your chest, still on display while your sweatshirt was bunch up over your breasts. Chuckling, he kissed at the valley between them.

“You ready for round two?”

Gasping with a smile, you asked, “that was all round one?” Your fingers stroked at the hair at the nape of his neck. “Sure. Just... give me a minute?” Kissing at his heaving chest, you pushed him back till he was seated. You straddled his waist.

His hands rubbed back and forth over your thighs. Kissing under your jaw, he grinned against your skin. “I was thinking about The Mummy Returns, but this works too.”

“What?” You nipped at his jaw. “You can’t just... rock my world and then tell me we’re going back to watching a movie.”

“Why not?”

“How the hell am I supposed to focus when I’ve got all that,” you waved your hand over the general area of his physique, “sitting right next to me?”

After locating your scattered clothes, he helped you back into your lounge pants. “Dunno. But we’re supposed to be relaxing. So sit back.” He reburied you under your blankets and put in the next film. “Relax. And enjoy the show.”

It wasn’t fifteen minutes before his wandering hands found you again for “round two.”

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 9 months ago

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Hey!!, would you do a R-Truth x reader (platonic) fic?. Reader helps R-Truth break into the Judgement Day's clubhouse to steal the tag team titles but they end up getting caught by Finn and JD. R-Truth then spills the tea that reader has a HUGE crush on Finn hehe.

●Finn Balor x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing backstage leaning against a production box, I am sipping on my energy drink and playing on my phone when I hear someone yell my name.

"Y/N!"

I look up and see R-Truth walking over towards me with a camera guy behind him.

"Hey Truth!"

"Y/N! Can you help me break into someone's locker room? I know you have done it before."

I smirk looking away from him than back at him laughing a little.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. But! I will help you! Whose locker room are we breaking in to and why?"

"The Judgement Day. I want to get the tag team titles back for me and Miz."

"I'm in."

"Even with your crush on...."

"Shhhhh Truth! Let's go!"

I grab his arm and start walking down the hallway as the camera guy follows us but isn't recording anymore.

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*Finn's POV*

Walking back to the locker room with Damian and JD, we start hearing music coming from the direction of our locker room. We walk up seeing the door is cracked open and I look at JD.

"Thought I told you to lock the door."

"I did."

I look at Damian than back at JD than back at the door. I grab the doorknob and slowly push the door open revealing R-Truth and Y/N dancing around the locker room with music blasting, our tag team titles around their waists and R-Truth has a plate of powered donuts in his hands. There is powder all over the place and they don't seem to care. Y/N looks really good with my title around her waist. I snap out of it when Damian slaps the back of my head because I must have been staring. Damian walks over and turns the music off causing Y/N and R-Truth to freeze up.

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*Y/N's POV*

The music shuts off and I freeze looking over seeing Damian has turned the music off and Finn and JD are staring at us in the doorway with a camera guy behind them. I nervously smile at them as Damian shakes his head, grabs his title and walks over to Finn and JD.

"You two deal with this. I don't have time. I have a match to go get ready for."

He pushes past them and I take a deep breath. They turn back to look at us and shake their heads.

"Why are you two in here? You made a mess of our whole clubhouse!"

"Well I came to get the tag titles back for me and Miz. Y/N came along because she has a huge crush on Finn and to help me break in."

My eyes go wide and my jaw drops as I look at Finn and JD than at R-Truth.

"Truth!"

"Oh! Sorry! She doesn't have a huge crush on Finn! My bad!"

He drops the plate of powdered donuts onto the couch, take the tag title off, hands it to JD and skips out of the locker room. I take the title off my waist, walk over, hand it to Finn and go to walk out of the locker room. Finn puts his hand up hitting my collarbone area and stops me from walking out. I take a deep breath and slowly look over at him.

"Is it true?"

"Yeah. It's true."

"How about you go get cleaned up and we can go out for some food and drinks after Raw tonight?"

I smile a little looking into his eyes as he is staring back at me smiling.

"I would really like that."

"I will see you in a little bit than."

He moves his hand and I smile really big walking down the hallway. R-Truth comes up next to me smiling putting his arm around my neck.

"Did it work? Did he ask you on a date?"

"He sure did! Tonight!"

"I knew this plan would work!"

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kittyykattxoxo · 19 days ago

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painted in fate (part 3)

pairing: finn balor x oc summary: niamh gallagher is a newly hired makeup artist for the wwe. born in cork, ireland, she grew up watching the indie wrestling scene in the uk, even after her parents moved the family to america when she was a teen. after working a few years as a makeup artist for tv and film, she felt the wwe would be a better fit for her to unleash her creativity. never did she imagine that it would lead to her bringing to life the demon, finn balor's alter ego, nor did she realize where things would go after meeting the superstar. word count: 963 content warning: age gap (older male x younger female), sexual content later (will be marked as such)

credits: dividers by @bunnyrph on tumblr

The days that followed were a blur of rental cars, airports, hotels, and new arenas. Life on the road with the WWE wasn’t for the weak, but Niamh had found herself adapting rather quickly to the rigorous schedule. After her impressive job with Finn, her coworkers seemed to take her a bit more seriously too and she’d found herself actually able to sit in with a couple other superstars as she helped them get ready for their live performances, though in her mind nothing was going to live up to being able to bring the Demon to life.

Another thing that made her adjustment rather easy had been Finn. Ever since they’d exchanged numbers on Monday, the two managed to find themselves falling into the easy flow of conversation on a daily basis. It was unfortunate that he wasn’t scheduled to appear until the next week’s RAW, so she hadn’t been able to see him in person, but perhaps that had also made it easier for her not to throw herself at him too easily.

Regardless, they’d found ways to continue speaking. It had started the day after when Finn texted her, pointing out that while she’d brought it up, she hadn’t technically agreed to when their date would be. He teased her about it a few more times, which led to her calling him a needy fucker for bringing it up so much. As the week progressed, their conversations slowly became longer as they delved into a bit of their personal histories, especially talking about back home in Ireland.

On Thursday, he texted her a picture of a ridiculously massive stack of pancakes from a diner in whatever city he was in.

Finn: I reckon I can finish the whole plate

Niamh: I reckon your eyes are bigger than your stomach, Balor. Try not to kill yourself before we have our date, yeah?

Later that night, as she’d climbed into her hotel bed, she received yet another message from him.

Finn: Okay, I reckon you were right. My stomach feels like it’s going to explode.

Niamh: Told ya. Should’ve listened to the smarter one in this arrangement.

He simply replied with a middle finger emoji and she caught herself giggling, the smile on her face bigger than any she’d had in ages. Finn Balor, it seemed, was turning her back into a school girl with a crush, but she’d never let him know that. He couldn’t think he had it easy after all.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Niamh found herself growing excited because she knew that she was going to see him in person again, a fact that she would never state out loud.

She arrived at her hotel in the afternoon, dropping her bags off before immediately heading to the arena. Things were usually chaotic on the day of, so she preferred to get her station set up early so that way she didn’t have to worry about it.

She was unpacking her kit when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she watched as Finn strolled in, hands in the pockets of his joggers and a look on his face that was much too smug for her liking.

“Fancy meetin’ you here, love” he spoke, stopping by her set up.

Niamh raised an eyebrow, fighting back the urge to grin at his cheesy greeting. “Aye, cause where else would I be? Disney World?”

Finn smirked. “Well there’s a lot worse places you could be. I figured I’d stop by though so I could make things official.”

She narrowed her eyes playfully. “Make things official how, exactly?”

He leaned a little bit closer, his voice dropping low enough that it made a little shiver run up her spine. “That dinner you owe me, how does tomorrow night sound? After I have my match rehearsal.”

Niamh crossed her arms over her chest, pretending to contemplate his offer just like she had last week - teasing Finn was just too fun, though she’d already made up her mind the moment that he’d ask. “Hmm, let’s see…is this the part where I play hard to get and pretend like I’m busy? Or do I accept and stroke your ego?”

Finn grinned. “I mean, you could keep pretendin’ if you want to, but we both know that you’re just lookin’ for a reason to say yes.”

Niamh scoffed. “Feckin hell, you’re a cocky arsehole aren’t you?”

“Confident, actually,” he corrected without missing a beat. “So? What’ll it be, lass?”

Niamh gave a playful roll of her eyes, but couldn’t hold back the grin on her face. “Fine. But if the food is shite, I reserve the right to make fun of you til the end of time.”

Finn laughed and Niamh couldn’t help but notice the twinkle that appeared in his blue eyes. “Alright, I’ll text you the details then.”

“Good,” she said, already turning back to the work she’d started before he approached. “Now, run along. Some of us actually have important work to do, ya know.”

Finn chuckled as he backed away, raising his hands in a mock surrender. “Fine, fine. Don’t miss me too much though.”

She snorted, but didn’t look up from her task. “I think I’ll manage.”

As he walked away, however, she couldn’t help but let the biggest of smiles come on her face. She hadn’t been excited for a date in a long time, but something about Finn brought that feeling back. She certainly hoped that he wouldn’t disappoint like most of the guys before him, but she maintained a small hope that Finn would be different. After all, their banter seemed to flow easily and he appeared to be a decent guy.

Tomorrow night was certainly going to be interesting.

#wwe #( finn x niamh )#wwe imagine #finn bálor #wwe fanfiction #wwe fic #finn balor fanfic #finn balor imagine #finn balor x oc #finn balor smut #finn balor fluff

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damiansgoodgirll · 8 months ago

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IM SAT FOR DONT BREAK MY HEART PART 5 🖤💖

part one, part two, part three, part four

damian priest x reader (platonic), rhea ripley x reader (platonic), the judgment day x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader

‼️angst, crying, nightmares, flashbacks, panic attack, rhea gets violent, family issues, domestic violence, verbal violence, fear of abandonment, fear of loneliness, reader being self conscious, a little longer than usual, SORRY IT’S ANGST DON’T READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE‼️

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed!

don’t break my heart - part 5

“stop that nonsense y/n” your mom laughed in the background while you were talking about your future with your father “you’re gonna be a doctor or a lawyer, maybe a teacher too, you’re gonna have a good education and find a job, you’re gonna find a good husband and you’re gonna give him the future he deserves for providing for you”

“what about the future i deserve? what about my plans? my dreams?” you screamed for the millionth time that day.

“the world isn’t made of dreams y/n. the world is made of fact and it pains me that you can’t get that into your silly brain” she laughed off “being a wrestler means not having a stable place to say, means travelling around the world and being always broke and your father and i can’t support you till you’re dead” she said, sitting in front of you at the kitchen table where you and your father were talking before.

“i don’t want you to support me forever! i’m not asking you to do that! i’m just asking you to be supportive of my dreams and-…”

“i said stop that fucking nonsense! you’re not going to be a wrestler! i don’t know who put that idea into your head but it’s never going to happen!” she screamed, slamming her hands on the table, making you flinch.

“dad please…” you didn’t want to sound weak, but your father took your side most of the times. except, not this one.

“your mom is right y/n, you need to open your eyes about the world we live in. it’s not made of rainbows and dreams. the faster you learn this, the sooner you’ll apply for college and get a degree and then a job, the happier everyone will be” he tried to be more gentle with you but still, he was siding with your mom and you couldn’t accept that.

“so what do you want me to do? settle for a life that i don’t want?” you asked, tears in your eyes.

“you wanna be a wrestler? then start training because those chocolate bars you hide in your room aren’t doing you any favour” she laughed making you look up at yourself in the mirror in front of the table “oh don’t be so focused on that y/n, you look good but you will look even more fabulous once you’ve got your first belt” she laughed, poking at you, making fun of you.

“mom!” you almost screamed “why are you being so mean?”

“i’m not being mean y/n. i’m just telling you the truth! imagine going out to the country club and telling our friends that our daughter is a wrestler” she joked with your dad, making him laugh “it’s gonna be so embarrassing”

“so this is what is about?” you couldn’t believe your ears “you’re embarrassed! you think i’m gonna make you look good because if i become a wrestler you couldn’t brag about how your daughter it’s better than your friends daughters! because everyone of them have their destiny written and they can’t say no! it’s because you couldn’t handle me choosing what makes me feel good because you didn’t have a choice!” you raised your voice, making both of your parents angry “you didn’t have a choice mom! but that doesn’t mean i can’t have mine!”

“y/n don’t fucking raise your voice at your mother!” your father screamed. you didn’t like when he screamed. he always turned to be violent at some point.

“i made my choice! i wanted to stay at home and being a housewife because that was what was better for this family! for us!” she spat back.

“no, you chose to be a housewife because you got knocked up” but before you could even say anything else, a loud slap echoed through the room. your father’s hand still too close on your face while your mother stood back.

“that’s enough! i told you millions of times that you don’t have to scream at me, or at your mother. now, you either apologise to us or you’re gonna be in big troubles” your father said but you were tired of being controlled by your parents. you were tired of being their toy. so you simply left and hid into your bedroom.

both of your parents follow you up on the stairs, trying to open your door “get this door open or i’m gonna break it y/n!” your dad screamed.

“i’m tired!” you screamed from the other side of the room “i’m so tired of you not listening to me! i’m so tired of you choosing for me! it’s my life and i wanna make my choices, i wanna make my mistakes and learn from them! you are my parents and you should be supporting me not pushing me down! this is my life and i wanna live it the way i want it! being a wrestler is all i want and you can’t keep this from me!” you were crying at this point, your voice cracking everytime you spoke.

your dad broke the door down, entering your room with your mom and start searching for something. when he found a backpack, he gave it to you “fill this with some clothes”

“what?” you asked in disbelief.

“don’t make me repeat things twice. fill this with your clothes, brushes, books, anything you might need, and do it quickly!” he screamed again making you jump “you wanna be a wrestler and yet you’re scared of people arguing” he laughed.

you did as he told you, not even caring what you were packing. once he was satisfied enough with how full your backpack was, he dragged you down the stairs and into the living room, your mom following behind “you wanna be a wrestler?” he asked, waiting for your response.

“more than anything in this world…”

he dragged you to the front door, opening and letting some of the rain wash the entry carpet “then go! go live your dream and don’t come back” he was pushing you out and you were trying your best to resist him but he was bigger and stronger so it took you no time to push you out and leave you in the pouring rain “you wanna be a wrestler? go! but don’t expect us to welcome you back once you miserably fail…”

“what? mom…mom, you can’t kick me out! this is my home…i…what am i supposed to…where am i supposed to go? mom please” you were crying, begging but they wouldn’t have mercy on you.

“i’m sorry y/n but you made your choice, we are letting you go as you wanted…” she wasn’t even upset about the whole situation.

“mom…dad, you can’t kick me out, please…it’s dark and cold and…and it’s raining and i don’t know where to go…”

“no wrestler, no failure will live under this roof” your father said, before closing the door right in front of your face.

you were left there, under the rain, with only a small backpack and big dreams in your hands.

your screams could be heard in the every room of the hotel but you couldn’t help them, not when you were dreaming, not when your dreams turned into flashback of the past, making you live a real nightmare all over again.

damian’s room was opposite to yours and rhea’s was just as next so it took them one second to run out of their rooms when they heard you screaming.

rhea opened your hotel room with a kick while damian turned on the lights. it was clear to them that you were still asleep and they didn’t want to scare you awake.

“what do we do?” rhea whispered to damian, who was clearly as worried as the woman.

“i don’t know…we should wake her up, gently…” he said. his heart broke when he saw your eyes closed as much as you could, like you were crying.

damian slowly walked towards your bed, his hand resting on your shoulder, gently moving it as he was whispering your name to wake you up “y/n…please hermosa, wake up” he whispered sitting next to you.

rhea sat on the edge of the bed. in case she needed to held you back. you had nightmares in your past and it wasn’t new to them but you never had nightmares this strong.

“y/n…” damian whispered again.

you felt him touching your shoulder, in your mind he was someone who wanted to hurt you so you woke up with a loud scream, trying to shove damian’s hand away.

“hey hey…it’s me y/n, it’s damian…” he talked softly, his voice low.

“please…please don’t hurt me, i promise i’ll be good, i’ll go to college but please don’t hit me again…” your held up your hands, shielding your face. you were visibly crying, still confused as you didn’t recognise that you were in a hotel room and not your house, that you were with damian and rhea and not your parents.

“hey mariposa…no one is going to hurt you…” damian soft voice spoke to you, bringing you back to reality. you slowly slowed your hands down, opening your eyes and meeting damian and rhea.

they both had a scared look on their faces. they didn’t know what to do.

“it’s me…it’s damian…” he wanted to wipe some of your tears away but when his hand tried to touch you, you flinched away, making him stop his movements.

“hey love…” rhea spoke to you, tears in her eyes “no one is going to hurt you, i promise you, no one’s here…”

“it felt real…” your broken voice spoke “like it was happening again…”

“can i touch you?” damian gently asked you and you nodded. he slowly opened his arms to let you rest on his chest, helping you calm down “deep breaths…deep breaths y/n…”

you tried to calm down as he instructed you to do, and after a few minutes your breathing became natural. tears were flowing down your face, you couldn’t stop them.

“i’m sorry if i woke you up” you apologised, feeling guilty.

“it’s okay love…” rhea softly smiled at you. they both were genuinely concerned.

“what happened y/n?” damian asked gently , not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“i’ve had this flashback…of when, you know, they kicked me out…and this time it felt so real, like they were here again…like everything it was happening all over again just because she reminded me…” you still cried in damian’s arms.

“who reminded you? who’s she?” rhea asked, looking up at damian.

“liv…i saw her last night, in the reception hall and she said how much of a burden i’ve always been to the judgment day…she said that finn told her everything about my past, about me still being in therapy, about how finn was tired of me complaining and crying…she said awful things that made my flashbacks click in i guess…why would finn told her everything about my past? was i really a burden to him? to you?” you asked, looking up at damian with sad eyes.

“no, no, absolutely no. i told you y/n that you would never be a burden for us…i care about you so much and everything you went through is awful…but i promise you that we will always be here for you…” he delicately wiped your tears away and kissed your forehead.

rhea was fuming.

she couldn’t believe that finn would say something so delicate and private to liv. finn knew everything you went through and he was always there to support you and help you. finn was the one who insisted on you going to therapy and he was the one who would accompany you to the sessions every week. he would wait in the car for hours, but he would wait just to make sure you were okay. he never once left you going alone.

so rhea couldn’t understand why finn used everything about your past against you when he was the first person to come to the rescue when you were in a bad place with your mind.

“rhea?” damian called her when he saw her looking at the door.

“liv is dead. and finn’s too…” she said before moving out your room.

she started looking for the pair’s room. looking for liv first, she started banging on her door, not caring if it was three in the morning.

finn, who was on the next room, woke up when he heard the noise coming from outside “what is going on? what is this noise?”

rhea turned to face him, walking toward him.

“rhea what’s going on?” he asked but before he could continue, she punched him right in the face.

“you’re a fucking bastard!” she screamed, punching him again.

liv came out of the room, trying to separate rhea from liv.

“get your fucking hands off of me! you’re not better that him” she pushed liv away.

“rhea what’s going on?” finn asked, a little concerned from the whole situation.

“why would you tell her? y/n didn’t deserve that…finn, she cared about you, she cares about you, she admires you…why would you do that to her?” rhea kept screaming.

“rhea what?” finn then remembered telling liv about y/n’s past. he didn’t want to, he never meant to tell her but he was upset when you joined damian and rhea instead of joining him. so, that night, he told everything to liv, full of rage and anger, he never imagined liv would use this against you “rhea what happened?” he asked, a worried look on his face.

“she’s not feeling good, thanks to you…” rhea looked at both liv and finn “liv, you’re mad at me, you’re mad at the world, i get it, but don’t use someone’s past against them…you have no idea what she’s going through…” rhea said tired “you’re a woman, be more than this…”

in the meantime, you were sure your screamed woke everyone in the hotel. but rhea was making it worse, you could hear her from your room.

“damian…should we do something?” you asked, your head still resting on his shoulder..

“no, rhea will take care of this…i’ll stay here with you, close your eyes mariposa…you should rest a little” he whispered softly.

you nodded, too tired of answering. you were exhausted and waking up in the middle of the night after a big evening of working took a toll on you.

damian felt for you.

you didn’t deserve all of this. he knew that finn was mad with rhea and him so he couldn’t understand why would finn put you into this.

“is y/n okay?” finn asked to rhea, visibly worried.

“no she’s not, thanks to you…” she couldn’t even watch him in the eyes.

“rhea i - let me talk to her…” finn almost begged while liv watched from the side, realising that she might have overstepped and gone too far.

“absolutely not! you are no longer welcomed around her, not after you just put her through…she woke up crying, begging for us to stop hurt her…i don’t know what you told liv, but y/n is hurting right now and it’s all on you!” rhea said before leaving.

finn stood there, too stunned to speak.

dom heard everything from the other side of the door. he knew that if he got out he would cause more damage cause he also said some things about you to liv. and right now, he was feeling like shit.

finn was battling with himself. hating himself for hurting you.

“let’s go inside finn…” liv whispered but he shoved her away, wanting to escape from that moment.

rhea came back to damian and softly smiled when she saw you sleeping against his chest “should we stay here?” rhea asked, watching your figure as it was peacefully sleeping.

“i don’t think i can move rhea, she fell asleep on me” damian chuckled “you can go back to sleep rhea, i’ll stay here in case something happens” rhea nodded and left the room. she knew you were in good hands.

“what are you doing here?” you shockingly asked when you opened the door of your new florida home.

“it’s nice to see you too” your mom joked “won’t you let us in?”

“no…no i won’t, now get lost” you said trying to close the door but your father stopped you.

“that’s not nice y/n…we taught you better than this” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“really? you fucking abandoned me!”

“we know” your mother said “and we came here to apologise”

“no, i don’t believe you” you scoffed “ there has to be another reason if you came here today. is it because of money? you need money? what do you need from me?”

“we…” your mother couldn’t lie “we have been watching you since you joined wwe” she said smiling, suddenly feeling like a proud mother “and we are so proud of what you accomplished”

“what do you want from me?” you asked again, getting irritated.

“listen we had some problems and we had to sell my car…” your mom said, quite ashamed of that “and we told everyone that we were actually fixing it but money are quite low and…”

“and? and you expect me to give you money because of? it’s gonna make you look bad at the country club or are you that broke that you are not even allowed at the club anymore?” you asked, already knowing the answer the moment neither of your parents answered you “like i thought…” you chuckled “listen to me you either go away or i’ll call the cops”

“are you threatening us, young girl?” your father asked looking angry as always, but this time you were a little less scared.

“no, this is a warning. i don’t wanna see you ever again or next time i’m filing for a restraining order…” you said closing the door right in front of their face just like they did with you.

you woke up again that night, the thoughts of your parents never leaving you.

damian sensed that you were awake but it was only 6 am, he knew you could sleep a couple of more hours so immediately he went on alert.

he looked down at you trying to see if you were crying, but he saw you were looking at the ceiling probably thinking of something or someone “hey…you okay?” he asked softly.

“uhm…yes…” you didn’t know what to answer.

“talk to me…” he whispered.

“they are still here somehow, i still feel their presence and i hate it…i hate them, and…and everything they put me through…but i feel them everywhere i go, everywhere i look, i can hear my mom saying how disappointed she is or my dad saying that if i don’t do well or if i fail i’m gonna be in big trouble…and i can’t do this anymore, i felt like i was doing good with therapy…i felt like i was starting to live again and then…then this shit with the team happens and i feel like i’m getting kicked out all over again…losing finn and dom hurts, i cared so much about them…” you didn’t want to cry again but you couldn’t stop a few tears that fell from your eyes.

“hey…just wanted to remind you that it’s okay to feel sadness, it's a natural part of life but please remember, you are not alone in this, i’m here for you, rhea too…you’re not alone in this journey, you are stronger than you think, and better days are just around the corner…i know this will pass, healing takes time, and i will always admire you for reaching out for help…and you are so brave and strong, i promise you we are with you all the way through this…we are so proud of you ” he told you, making you reach for that comfort you lost many years ago. it was the comforting voice of an adult, of someone who cared for you. it was the comforting words, the words that you begged your parents to say but never said.

and that comfort you found it again in damian’s embrace.

“go back to sleep y/n…you can sleep a couple of more hours and i promise you that i’ll be here once you wake up” he smiled, making a promise he wasn’t going to break.

the voices about a fight between the members of the judgment day flew quickly through the hotel walls. everyone woke up with the news of rhea attacking finn and liv but no one knew why. somehow they knew you were involved but they didn’t know why.

drew got worried when he didn’t see you in the gym. it was like an habituè, every hotel you were in, you were always hitting gym in the morning so he couldn’t understand why you weren’t there.

“shayna” he called when he saw the dark haired woman entering the gym “do you know where is y/n? or damian? or anyone from the judgment day ?”

“oh…you didn’t know?” she asked.

“know what?” he asked, a little worried.

“there was a fight between rhea and finn tonight, i think about y/n not feeling good or something, i really don’t know but punk said there was a lot of noise, especially from rhea screaming” she informed drew before starting her training.

drew was left there, speechless.

you were hurt?

he flew out of the gym and went towards your bedroom.

damian and rhea were both there, you were already awake but too tired to do anything. crying took a big toll on you. your eyes were heavy and red, your head was pounding heavily and you were tired.

you all heard a knock on your door and damian went in protective mode, fearing it would be finn as rhea went to open the door. she was met with a worry drew.

“drew” she whispered.

“is she okay? i’ve heard she wasn’t feeling good…” he asked, looking at the man who was shielding you.

“she is…but it’s not the right moment” rhea wasn’t stupid. she knew there was something between you two and even if she didn’t like it a little bit, she couldn’t help but be grateful that someone like drew was worrying about you.

“rhea who’s at the door?” you stood up, walking alongside with damian “oh…hi drew” you tiredly smiled at him.

“hey…” he smiled, observing your face. you were tired and it was clear to anyone that you had a rough night “can i please talk to you?” he asked and you nodded, smiling at him.

“guys…it’s fine i promise, i’ll let you know if it isn’t” you said, trying to let them go.

rhea nodded and damian smiled at you “we are one door away” you thanked them as they left.

you sat on your bed and drew followed you, his eyes never leaving your face. he was trying to see if there was something, anything that could tell him what was going on but he couldn’t find any sign.

“is everything okay? how’s your back?” you asked him. his heart melted, loving how caring you were even when it was clear that you were the one in pain.

“i’m okay…my back is okay, thank you” he smiled at you “what about you? you don’t look fine y/n” he said but you couldn’t find any words to explain what was going on.

after what happened with finn you didn’t know if you could trust him with something so delicate as your past. you knew he wasn’t finn but you’ve always valued the irish man like family, like someone who you could count on but after last night you didn’t know who to trust.

“talk to me…please” his eyes almost begging. he saw the redness around them, he knew you cried but he didn’t know why.

“it’s a long story and i’m sure you have more interesting things to do…” you smiled at him.

“i have all the time in the world for you, i wanna make sure you are okay, and clearly you’re hurting right now…” his clear eyes never leaving yours.

so you told him everything.

you told him about your family. how your dad was abusive and violent. how your mom used to make fun of you. how they never supported you. how they kicked you out when you were only a teen. how they threatened you and came back once you got famous. how you had to file a restraining order against them because they wouldn’t leave you alone. how, thanks to them, you’ve been doing therapy sessions for years. how you thought you found a new family in the judgment day. how broken you were when the team split up because to you was like living all that happened with your family all over again. how you trusted finn with your secrets and how he went and told everything to liv. how liv used it against you last night causing you the worst breakdown you’ve had in a long time.

drew was speechless. he couldn’t understand how your own family could turn their backs on you. you were their daughter and they were supposed to protect you. so he couldn’t really understand how some parents were capable of damaging their kid so much.

“and that’s it” you said, avoiding his eyes “pretty fucked up, isn’t it?” you tried to laugh but it was more of a sarcastic laugh.

“i’m so fucking sorry you had to go through all of this…there are no words to express how sorry i am, i can’t imagine what you had to deal with and i can’t imagine how painful it must have been and i swear finn is a dead man” drew said making you laugh, a genuine laugh.

“i think rhea took care of him already” you smiled.

“yeah, i heard” he laughed “but i want you to know that i’ll be here for you, what i said last night, i meant it…y/n i like you, i like all of you” he slowly reached your cheek with his hand, making sure he wasn’t overstepping “i like you when you go out in the ring and kick asses, i like you when you are just you, the normal you, i like you when you’re sad or happy, i like when you shy away from a compliment…i like you and i wanna be here for you, if you’ll let me”

and again, you weren’t good with words so you replicated the actions from last night. you moved closer to his body, your hands both around his neck while you moved closer to him. your lips meeting his in a delicate and gentle kiss, almost like saying “thank you”.

he smiled into the kiss, his hand resting on your cheek “thank you for trusting me with this y/n” he whispered before meeting your lips again.

there was an awkward silence for a few seconds. where you just tried to avoid drew’s eyes while his eyes couldn’t leave your face. he understood that you were a delicate person, who’s been through hell and more. and he promised to himself to never hurt you like your family did in the past. he wanted to see you smile every day, he wanted to be the reason for you to be happy, he wanted to be there for you so he made a promise to himself, he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again.

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PART 6

part 6 will be out after monday night raw cause i need ideas, let me know in the comments if you have any idea you would like me to add!

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mamisfavmosher · 1 year ago

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hiiii i love your stories! could i make a request with poly!judgement day (mainly dom x reader) where dom and reader are just acting silly at a park while the others just watch and it’s just overall basically TJD just having fun and make it super fluffy!

(sorry this was a mouthful 😭)

of course! thank you!

you want primarily dom, you shall receive primarily dom with a touch of poly!judgment day

dandelion fluff // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

Readers POV

"Oh, you better start running, sweetheart." Dom threatened me with a devious smirk after I blew dandelion fluff into his mullet. I giggled with a smile and began running through the grass.

Before I knew it, Dom caught me in his arms and quickly spun me around while kissing my cheek. "You're gonna pay for that! Mami spent all morning doing my hair." He said while gently flopping us onto the ground.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Judgment Day stood a few feet away, watching the two of us roll around in the grass and playfully attack each other.

"You two need to take it easy!" Priest chuckled at us. I looked up at Damian and started running toward him to try and get away from Dom.

"Not so fast, chica!" Dom had grabbed me again, throwing me into a fit of giggles.

I maneuvered my body around his to get into a piggyback position. "You can't get me from back here." I smirked at him and gently ruffled his mullet as he groaned. He hoisted me up higher to get a better grip before he suddenly took off in a sprint. "Dom!" I squealed and held onto him tightly.

"Careful, Dom! She's precious cargo!" Rhea yelled out with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever." Dom said while playfully rolling his eyes, setting me down in front of the group. Finn swiftly pulled me into his arms, holding me close against him.

"I've got ya, lass. I'll keep you safe from Dirty Dom!" Finn said with a theatrical voice. I let out another squeal as Dom tackled the both of us to the ground.

Finn quickly got up to join the standing members, both in fits of laughter of their own. Dom and I continued rolling through the grassy field, eventually coming across a rather large hill.

"Woah! Whoever rolls down the fastest gets to pick what's for dessert tonight!" I exclaimed before barreling down the hill, not waiting for Dom to catch up.

Most of the afternoon was spent like this. Tackling, rolling around, and racing with Dom before Rhea, Damian, and Finn called us back to go home.

But I pick dessert tonight, so the fun's not over yet.

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onlyangel4 · 17 days ago

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fluffy plot poll

so ive got an idea for a pregnant!reader seeing a kid in her husbands merch and she calls him from a different shop telling him to come and meet the kid and it is the cutest reaction and gets them excited for their own kid.

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emogoblin-666 · 6 months ago

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Finn: Y/n i left you alone for five minutes and you spend $875

Y/n: you left me alone in a bookstore

Finn:……

#wwe incorrect quotes #finn balor #wwe fanfiction #wwe fluff #Credit to the owner of the sound

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ms-wwe · 7 months ago

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CHAPTER 1 (PT 1) OF MY NEW DAMIAN PRIEST X OC FIC!!

I stood in front of my full-length mirror studying my body and what it’s become, my tattoos that cover from my ankles to my collarbones have weathered and faded ink from years of living. My muscles are still prominent, yet not as defined as they were in my twenties. My short pixie-like almost black hair was still damp from my shower moments ago, my makeup-less face dawning dark circles beneath my eyes that never seemed to fade away even with layers of makeup. I sighed at the thought of what this morning would hold, how my life was fixing to be laid out in vivid detail to a woman I’d only spoken to via phone or email. I closed my eyes and exhaled, taking in the faint sound of the birds outside my bedroom window, being here, being home, always felt like a different world to me, and the thought of someone invading this home to dig up thirty-four years of trauma left a pit in my stomach. But alas, I was the one who asked to do this here, at the compound, in the comfort of my childhood home, the comfort of knowing my fathers were just some hundred feet away from where I was in the comfort of their own homes. I opened my eyes and stared at myself once more, adjusting the bra straps resting on my shoulders, and pulling the waistband of my underwear to a more comfortable position. I turned around to face my bed, grabbed the clothes I had sat aside a mere fifteen minutes prior, and began sliding them on. I figured since we were going to be reliving the horrors that eclipsed my life, I needed to be comfortable, which is why I chose to slide on grey sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt I took from my Orlando home. These clothes still smelt like Florida, of my beautiful modern home with high ceilings and black and white décor. I pulled the sleeves of the large sweatshirt into my palms and held it to my nose, raking in a deep inhale, embracing the comfort of the scent, this sweatshirt smelt of his Cologne, and it felt as if it was keeping me grounded in the impending doom of this day. I pulled myself from my daze, knowing my time to get ready and presentable was coming to an end sooner rather than later. I opened the flimsy old bedroom door and was immediately engulfed in the eerie silence inside the home, I still wasn’t used to it. I proceeded down the hallway to the kitchen, trying not to notice the picture frames still hung on the wall surrounding me, or the faint scent of old cigarette smoke still lingering in the air. My grandfather, the man who raised me for half of my childhood had been gone for years at this point, yet being in his home without him still had this strange ability to make it feel as though he’d just passed recently. It was a sensation I still had not grown accustomed to. I made my way into the kitchen and made a beeline straight for the old coffee pot that had seen better days, I never understood why my grandfather refused to upgrade to a Keurig machine, but now that he's gone I find comfort in this old coffee pot that was hanging on for dear life. I turned the pot on and grabbed the canister of coffee sitting on its right side, it was brand new and had a small note taped to the lid.

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pandorasfavorite · 2 years ago

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AN: super short and sweet guys 🫣

“Are you guys serious?” Damian asks laughing to himself. Me and Dom turn our heads to look at the trespassers. Dom turns his head to look at my confused face and he giggles just a little bit because of it. I rub my eyes trying to get rid of the blurriness of squinting, “How’d y’all get in?” I ask more confused than ever. Rhea snorts at the completely obvious answer, “The door” Damian and Finn laugh to themselves. Dominik is just listening and looking between the people talking, I speak up again, “What if we were fucking? Then what?”.

Dominiks face burst into flames. He flips over putting his face into the mattress, his hands cover his face for the complete effect. Dominik hears everyone laughing all of the sudden making him have his laughs muffled into the comforter. I tap Dom on the back, then I shake him encouraging him to move and join the conversation. He rolls back over, his cheeks are tinted a light pink now. Rhea up to no good smirks at Dom with a impressed face, she makes a jacking off motion. Damian and Finn double over laughing, pushing each other from uncontrollable laughter. Dom’s blush just worsens and I see him seeking me out for comfort or help.

Me being high and a open book I smirk just like Rhea and I confirm her action. “Hell yea we do. My favorite treat of you know what I mean” I wink while giggling at along with the rest of the judgement day. Dom no longer caring about PDA shuffles over to sit next to me again, he shoves his face into the crook of my neck hiding from embarrassment. Now the whole group knows our love life.

Dom feels himself relax more than he ever has before: his shoulders sag and his breathing slows down just a little. I snap out of my fit of giggles at the sight, I coo at Dom laying my head on his. I look back at the rest of the group smiling like a dope at my beautiful moment. When Dom’s breathing levels out completely I ask the rest of the group to politely leave and that we will see them in the morning, sober as promised. I kiss Dom’s forehead firmly before pushing him down onto the bed and covering up while I do the same.

#dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio fluff #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio fanfiction #dominik mysterious #rhea ripley #damian priest #finn balor #the judgement day x reader

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ripleylove · 10 months ago

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Passion.

requested by @thegalacticnacho091 saying: Hello again💕!!! I absolutely adored your writing of my last req!! I’m sorry if this is too soon you can totally ignore this but I had another idea about this little series where reader is obsessed with clothes and fashion? Again totally cool if you ignore this either way I can’t wait for your next update!!💕🎀

pairing: the judgment day x fem reader.

genre: fluff!

summary: you passion for fashion amazed the judgment day in ways that you can't even imagine.

A/N: getting older on the 14th of june 😦

sorry for making u wait @thegalacticnacho091 <3 hope u liked it!,

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Besides stuffies and candies,another one of your most loved things was fashion.

Since you were a toddler,you always read some clothing magazines to pass the time(you actually didn't know how to read at the time,but you went through them to see the cool clothes and models.),or you watched a lot of fashion shows,aspiring to be a model or a stylist yourself.

Then,in the first years of adolescence, you started to sketch so e dresses on your free time,and,since then,your passion never saw an end.

Ever since you started working in WWE,you always gave company to the gear stylist named Alena,wanting to learn new things,since she was a professional.

Alena immediately recognised your determination and your talent,and she decided to have you as her assistant, helping her constantly with every new gear.

Of course,the members of the faction you were part of,knew about this passion of yours.

They never judged you for it,instead,they asked you to create some of their gear!

You of course complied without hesitation, and you ran to Alena for some help.

You wanted to design matching gears,in which every component of the group had some references to the faction and its members.

And,they came out stunning.

When your bestfriends saw them,they were completely amazed: the gear was completely the faction's style,but you managed to add some little touches of yours,making it even more perfect.

"So....do you like it?" You asked them with a nervous smile, since they stopped in their tracks when they saw what you and Alena created.

"We don't like it,we love it!" Rhea exclaimed, her wide smile almost reaching her ears.

"Oh hell yeah,we do!" Finn said,and Dom also thanked you for making all of that for them.

Well,you can say that from that moment on,every gear they wore in the next fights was created by you.

taglist: @stellakiddsblog @bibibi-tchx @p-mp @teenagedramaqueenlisa @thegalacticnacho091

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley oneshot #sole's anons <3 #dominik mysterio imagine #dominik mysterio oneshot #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio fluff #finn balor fluff #finn balor x reader #finn balor imagine #damian priest oneshot #damian priest imagine #damian priest x reader

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deepdisireslonging · 1 year ago

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Finn Balor/Prince Devitt Masterlist

Fright Club (F)

An Alliance (F, wrestling violence)

Rough Life (A, F)

Beltane (S) [Demon King]

Dangerous (AR, S) [Prince Devitt]

My King, My Queen, My Love (AR, S) [Demon King]

A Deal for Eternity (AR, S, Breeding Kink) [Demon King]

Maybe (AR, F, Implied S)

Trick and Treats (Finn/R/Noam Dar, AR, S)

The Forbidden Door (Stripper!Balor, S)

A Throne Fit for a Queen (BirthdayGirl!Reader, S)

Just a Movie (F, S)

#finn balor #masterlist #finn balor x reader #finn balor fanfiction #finn balor smut #finn balor angst #finn balor fluff #wrestler x reader #wwe x reader #njpw x reader

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 8 months ago

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Can I get a Finn Balor x reader fic?, reader is Damian's sister and Finn's secret gf.

When Finn betrays Damian at Summerslam, reader comes out to confront Finn and he asks her to join him but she declines. However on Raw when the new judgement day is revealed, reader is seen standing behind Finn and she kisses him which angers Damian even more (Because Damian made it clear that his sister was off limits)

●Finn Balor x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Finn just turned on Damian.

We all knew it was going to eventually happen.

But not on the same night when Dom betrayed Rhea.

Well at least I didn't think Finn would do it tonight.

I am standing in gorilla watching it on the monitor with one hand over my mouth and one hand over my chest gripping my shirt. I see Finn standing there with an evil smirk on his face watching Gunther choke out Damian making him lose his title. I run down to the ring and stop when I get to Finn.

"What was that? What are you doing?! We are supposed to be a family!"

He puts his hands on the sides of my face making me look at him.

"Y/N. You can join the new family. The new judgement day."

"No. No! You ruined this family!"

I push him off of me with tears falling down my face and slide into the ring to check on Damian. Finn standing outside the ring staring at me with an evil smirk on his face.

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*On Raw two days later*

"I'm gonna wait til you feel safe. I'm gonna wait til you feel comfortable. I'm gonna wait til you almost have forgotten about me. And when your back is turned, I'll be there to stab you in it again and again and again..... and it won't just be me....."

Finn leans back on his chair as JD, Carlito, Liv and Dom walk up into the camera frame. Finn smirks looking at the camera. I slowly walk behind everyone, run my hands down Finn's chest and look at the camera evilly laughing. Finn turns his head as we kiss solidifying me as a member of The New Judgement Day. We break apart as everyone is looking at the camera laughing or smirking. I run my tongue up Finn's neck, bite him a little than look at the camera smirking. The camera goes off and we all look at the monitor seeing Damian freaking out. I giggle as I start rubbing Finn's chest still leaning on him. He looks up at me with a smile.

"Damian is gonna be so pissed off with you."

"Oh well. He deserves it."

The End!

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kittyykattxoxo · 24 days ago

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painted in fate (part 1)

pairing: finn balor x oc summary: niamh gallagher is a newly hired makeup artist for the wwe. born in cork, ireland, she grew up watching the indie wrestling scene in the uk, even after her parents moved the family to america when she was a teen. after working a few years as a makeup artist for tv and film, she felt the wwe would be a better fit for her to unleash her creativity. never did she imagine that it would lead to her bringing to life the demon, finn balor's alter ego, nor did she realize where things would go after meeting the superstar. word count: 1493 content warning: age gap (older male x younger female), sexual content later (will be marked as such)

credits: dividers by @bunnyrph on tumblr

“Hey Niamh! Can you come here please?”

Looking up from her phone, the young Irish woman cast her gaze down the hall where Orlando, one of her senior coworkers was poking his head through the door. She let out a small huff of annoyance, mostly at the fact that they’d told her they didn’t need her for the night but then all of a sudden seemed to want something.

Still, she pushed herself out of her seat and walked over, doing her best to cover her annoyance. “Aye? What can I help ya with?” She thought she did a pretty good job at keeping her tone neutral, though the look on Orlando’s face told her otherwise. She knew that she was his only option for whatever it was that he wanted, though. They didn’t exactly have an overabundance of makeup artists sitting backstage and most were already busy with their own task. Being the newest hire, Niamh had been the one who got the short end of the stick.

“So, I just got a message from my wife and I really need to leave. Do you think you could please finish this for me? It’s not really one I can rush to get done and it’s super important” he spoke with a bit of a pleading look, though Niamh didn’t quite understand why. It wasn’t like she could tell him no.

“Sure, mate. I’ll get it done, go ahead and go” she waved him off as he spoke, her body going a bit rigid when he responded by hugging her. She wasn’t much on physical touch, at least from people she wasn’t comfortable with.

“Thanks Niamh, you’re a lifesaver - and probably a marriage saver too.” She snorted a bit, watching as he scrambled to get his stuff and leave. Once he’d left, she turned her eyes toward what the task at hand and immediately realized exactly what Orlando had meant when he said it wasn’t something that he could rush.

Standing only a few feet away from her was none other than Finn Balor. He was already half-covered in black paint, his torso a swirling canvas of shadows and jagged teeth. The Demon. She’d seen images of it on TV plenty of times, but seeing it in person and realizing that she was the one now tasked with bringing it to life was a different situation entirely. Her nerves jolted with a bit of sudden anxiety, but she wasn’t going to let him know that.

Instead, she was going to do her best to feign indifference - like this was the easiest task she’d ever done in her life. Approaching him, she didn’t even bother with a greeting as she pulled out her own makeup brushes, keen to get to work.

Finn wasn’t going to let her get away with that, however.

“You’re new,” he noted, standing there with the easy confidence of someone who’d been through this a thousand times. His sharp blue eyes met hers for a moment, but she quickly turned her gaze back to his body, arching a brow as she dipped her brush into some of the red paint.

“No shite, Sherlock.”

Finn seemed a bit taken aback by the brashness of her response, but instead of going back to a comfortable silence like Niamh had hoped, he merely chuckled.

“Cheeky. I like it.”

“Aye, well don’t go fallin’ in love with me just yet or anything,” she replied quickly, unable to help the hint of a smirk that curved her lips as she began painting across his collarbone. “I’m only here to make sure you don’t go out there lookin’ like a feckin eejit.”

His laughter, rich and warm, filled the room. “You’ve gotta be a Cork girl, yeah?”

She paused her motion to look at him. “What gave it away? The accent or the attitude?”

“Mmm, bit of both if I had to say,” he admitted, looking at her with an infectious grin on his face that made it a bit hard for Niamh not to grin back. “I grew up in Bray, but I’ve been to Cork enough to recognize a fellow troublemaker from a mile away.”

Niamh gave a little snort, shaking her head as she tried to focus back on painting. “And here I thought I was going to have the easy task of some feck who didn’t talk…but I guess this might be more fun.”

For the next few hours, they talked while she worked, filling the time with snarky remarks and quick-witted rebuttals. Niamh found that Finn had a surprisingly comforting presence and what nerves she had melted away quickly. They bickered over whether Keogh’s or Tayto had the best crisps and the proper way to pour a pint of Guinness, but also managed to bond over their mutual longing to return to the Irish weather.

“So, what brought you here to WWE?” Finn asked at one point, his voice laced with curiosity.

Niamh gave a light shrug of her shoulders. “Guess I just wanted something different. I did TV and film for a bit, but felt like it limited my creativity. I had an interest in wrestling when I was younger, so I figured why not get paid to paint demons and mess with big, muscly lads?”

Finn smirked, shaking his head at her. “So basically, you just took the job to annoy people?”

“Obviously,” she replied dryly, unable to stop the slight curve at the corner of her lips. “You lot are a bunch of divas, plus I like a challenge.”

He laughed again, though this time Niamh found a warmth pooling in the pit of her stomach as she heard it. “Fair play to ya then. Bet you’re glad they threw ya in the deep end with me.”

She scoffed, flashing him a look. “The deep end? Please. I grew up with three older brothers - nothing about you intimidates me, Balor.”

Finn let out a mock gasp, trying to act offended. “You wound me, Niamh.”

She rolled her eyes, but once again the infection of his presence couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at her lips. As she finished the last stroke of her brush, she stood back to admire her work, Finn turning to do the same in the mirror.

“Looks class,” he spoke, obviously impressed. “You’re pretty good at this.”

“Obviously.” Her retort was quick, but internally she felt a surge of joy at receiving praise from him. She knew that she wasn’t the first person who had the pleasure of bringing the Demon to life, so knowing that she’d done a good enough job to leave an impression on him felt amazing. “You really doubted me?”

“No in a million years, love.” His reply had her face burning red and Niamh found herself momentarily cursing her Irish heritage, knowing there was no way she could hide the color flushing her pale skin.

Finn didn’t miss out on it, of course. She saw the way that smirk that she’d found herself enjoying so much over the course of the night made its way onto his face, her stomach doing flips.

“So then, Niamh. How about dinner sometime? I’d love to know more about you outside of your obvious talent with a brush.” There was a teasing look in his gaze, but despite her cheeks betraying her, she wasn’t going to let him off easily.

So, she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Oh, is that how this works? You let me paint you up and suddenly you want to wine and dine me?”

Finn merely grinned. “Something like that, yeah.”

Niamh rolled her eyes a little. “Tell you what - you win your match tonight and I’ll consider your offer.”

Finn chuckled in response, not seeming to mind her playing hard to get. “That a challenge, lass?”

“More like a test,” she shot back at him. “Don’t go embarrassing yourself, Balor. I don’t date losers.” Of course Niamh knew better than that when it came to wrestling - it was all scripted, so obviously Finn already knew whether or not he was going to win the match. His face didn’t seem to give her a hint to the result, though, so she had no idea what was going on in his head.

Instead, he merely let out a deep laugh, shaking his head. “Feckin hell, you’re trouble.”

She gave him a bit of a teasing wink. “Aye, but you certainly seem to love it.”

He shook his head at that, turning to make his way toward the door and finish mentally preparing himself for his match. Niamh stared after him, biting her bottom lip as he disappeared from the room. She couldn’t believe that she’d just done that, essentially spent three hours flirting with Finn Balor. He’d always been one of her favorites - a fellow Irishman and so skilled in the ring.

Maybe she’d need to start figuring out what she was going to wear on that date.

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call-me-a-simp · 2 years ago

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

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

"Woof! Woof!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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damiansgoodgirll · 8 months ago

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Hi!!!!! Your writings are amazing! I wanted to ask if you would be willing to write a story based off of this last raw.

When Damian saved Rhea from Doms jump trick I thought it was super sweet and got an idea.

Could you possibly write something where Y/N is jumped back stage by Jd Mcdumbass but The terror twins catch them in the process and while Damian chases him off Rhea comforts you and helps tend to the slight injuries, then Damian comes back to also comfort.

(Platonic)

damian priest x reader x rhea ripley (platonic)

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

don’t touch what’s mine

you were the last og member of the judgment day and after the disaster that happened at summerslam, you stood with rhea and damian. they were your family and you didn’t want to leave them behind.

now it was you, rhea and damian against the rest of the team, and liv. words couldn’t explain how much you despised liv morgan, she wanted to be that girl but in your eyes she was just a failure.

so, when rhea told you to stay backstage because she didn’t want you to risk getting injured, you were reluctant but you did as she said.

you were nervously watching rhea destroying on the mic both live and dom, smiling at her confidence and wishing you could be like her. you’ve always admired her, her strength and her big personality, she taught you to be the person you are today and all you’ve accomplished in the past was much thanks to her.

the whole liv and dom segment was pure chaos, both trying to say the most stupid things just to upset rhea.

you laughed when damian appeared behind them. he was pissed as much as rhea was and he had every right to start his attack on dom.

but in less than a few minutes it erupted into complete anarchy. damian starting him match against carlito early and of course - winning. but the judgment day, or at least “the budget day”, how you liked to call them, couldn’t stand to see carlito lose so they began their attack on damian.

rhea came to the rescue, scaring everyone away. but your heart skipped a beat when you saw how easily finn sacrificed jd to save his own face.

“it’s not gonna work out for you finn” you whispered, softly smiling at the screen in front of you.

and while rhea and damian were happily celebrating inside the ring, you left the changing room to wait for them backstage.

your eyes met finn who was visibly upset, and maybe a little embarrassed for how his team just lost. you couldn’t help to smile and think how stupid he was to choose the wrong part of the team but your happiness didn’t last long enough because you fell on the floor when you heard liv attacking you from behind.

“should have stayed in the changing room where mom and dad want to hide you” she smirked before leaving with dom.

she didn’t hurt you that much but when a hand grabbed your hair from behind, yanking your neck even more on the ground, in that moment, you felt pain.

“you choose the wrong people to have on your side” jd smirked while he was still grabbing your hair “you should have listened to finn back at summerslam” he kept saying but you couldn’t really understand what he was saying as you were focus on your pain, his hand lifting you off the ground by your hair, your scalp was probably turning red from the strength he put into it “we could have been your new team y/n but you chose the wrong people” he laughed.

“i still have no idea why you are a part of this group, all you do is suck” he replied back, no fear of what he could have done with you as you were feeling pain from your scalp to your neck and into your shoulders.

you couldn’t see his eyes as he was manhandling you from behind but you could feel his body going rigid, getting even angrier.

“you’re all talk y/n” he said moving his hand from your head to your neck, making you yelp from the pain but you weren’t going to give up “if they care so much about you, why aren’t they here uh? if they love you so much, why are you here all alone? where are they?” he laughed into your ear, forcing his hand on your neck.

“right here dumbass” you heard damian’s voice and jd’s held on your neck got limp, as if he was scared of what damian might have done to him.

before he could get away with it, rhea attacked him from behind, making him fall on the ground “don’t fucking touch what’s mine ever again" she spat out, making him shiver.

damian grabbed him from the neck, just like how he had grabbed you earlier while rhea went to check up on you.

“let’s go mcdumb” damian called him making you chuckle. rhea took you to the changing room while damian continued his attack on jd “mom didn’t teach you that you shouldn’t hit a girl?” now jd was scared because he knew damian was bigger and stronger than him “but you touched my girl…someone who was a friend of yours before you turned your back on her too and i won’t allow you to hurt her again, clear?” he screamed in his face, making him shiver.

dom, liv, finn and carlito where nowhere to be seen so jd was all alone with priest until someone heart the screams from the corridor.

“was i clear?” damian screamed again, holding him up from his neck and making him fighting for his life.

“priest let him go” punk screamed watching the scene.

“i’m not letting him go before he apologises to y/n! he fucking hurt her! let me repeat this again dumbass, you touch her one more time and you and your little team are fucking dead, clear?” damian shouted, waiting for jd to nod his head before letting him go “coward” he whispered before reaching for the changing room where rhea took you.

punk took one last look at jd, sensing how scared he was “better not to mess up with the judgment day, and especially with y/n…just an advice from an old man” he smirked before leaving.

in the meantime you were checking yourself in the mirror while rhea grabbed some ice for you.

“it’s gonna turn purple” she whispered gently laying the ice on your skin.

“yeah…��

“y/n, what were you doing outside of the changing room?” she wasn’t mad, she couldn’t get mad at you, you were like a sister to her but she constantly worried for you and seeing you being attacked by jd made her blood boil.

“i wanted to welcomed you after damian’s win…i wasn’t expecting them to being so mean…” you whispered.

rhea’s heart melted when she heard that you risked it all just for them “angel…that’s so sweet of you but don’t put your health at risk again because of us okay?” she softly smiled at you.

“but…”

“no buts please…one thing is you going outside because you have a match, one thing is you risking your own safety because of them, and i don’t wanna risk it, please…”

you knew you couldn’t say no when she asked so nicely so you nodded.

damian joined you two back in the room and he brought something cold to drink for you “it should help…” he smiled “are you okay mariposa?”

“yeah…it’s just…it’s gonna hurt for a while…”

“your neck?” damian asked.

“my head, my neck, my shoulders…everything, i still have to get used to them being against us you know” you chuckled, wiping some tears from your face “but i’m glad you’re still here…it sucks getting affectionate to someone just to see them go” you didn’t want to cry, especially after seeing them winning on stage.

damian’s face soften at your words. he knew how important was the judgment day for you so he understood how much you’ve been suffering the past two weeks “we ain’t going nowhere mariposa and that’s a promise…”

“we will always be here y/n…we ain’t leaving you sweetheart” rhea smiled making you laugh “and it’s okay to feel betrayed, we feel it too, but please don’t keep everything inside okay? if you need to talk about it or to cry, we are here for you…”

you were glad rhea and damian were still by your side.

“okay…it just…i wished they weren’t so dumb to throw everything away but it will pass…thanks for being here” you wiped more tears away but your hand was gently replaced with damian’s one.

he was gently stroking your cheek “i promise you that we’ll never leave, but as rhea said, if something bothers you, let it out okay?”

“i will, i promise…but next monday i wanna kick jd’s ass with you guys, please…it will make me feel better”

“oh don’t use this method on me love” rhea joked, knowing she couldn’t say no when you said that something was making you feel good “but we will let you on stage with us, right damian?”

“absolutely, and i will help you kick his ass” he laughed.

“can we go back to the hotel room now? i feel like i need a hot shower and at least ten hours of sleep” you asked making them chuckle.

“let’s go princess…i’ll help ya to put some lotion of your neck and shoulders after you’re all clean…” rhea smiled.

“yes please…i feel like my whole body is on fire right now…” you said, your hand moving to massage your neck.

“we will take care of you i promise” damian smiled “and then i’ll take care of jd dumb fucking ass” he whispered only for rhea to hear.

you didn’t know what to expect but while you were in the shower, relaxing yourself, you heard some noises coming from the corridor.

you heard jd screaming apologies for you, making you laugh. knowing that rhea and damian were behind all of this, you relaxed a little more, knowing that no matter what happened, you would always have each other’s backs.

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