#idian bridal dress

[brownsugar4hersoul]

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

hi hi ! whenever you want, could you do a request for nick jackson. maybe include some smut :) maybe base it off jealousy ? but you can do what you want with it :)

Hello, dear! I LOVE Nick and this was very fun to write so I hope you enjoy it 💋

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The brutal force of the door slamming made the windows of your living room tremble. “That’s right, break all the windows, Nicholas! That’ll for sure solve everything”. His usually warm blue eyes were cold and distant.

Filled with venom and anger before Nick loosened up his tie and slammed his car keys on top of the coffee table “You know what, Y/N? Give me a FUCKING BREAK!” His sudden scream made you slightly jump in fright, being caught by surprise with the scream, the curse word and your name.

Unlike you, Nick never cursed. His heaviest form of cursing was “shit” and “frickin”. He also never screamed, or called you by your name. You were always “angel” or “angie” if he felt like shortening up the nickname, even when you had an argument, you were always “angel”. So this could only mean that he was about to explode with anger.

“Nick?” You called for him with a soft voice. His cheeks were red, jaw clenched, fists closed tight and his eyes stared at your wedding pictures on top of the fireplace. The first picture was of your church ceremony - that was planned to Nick’s liking since he always dreamed of a traditional wedding. And the second picture of your beach ceremony - your idea of a perfect wedding. The first was taken in front of the church, its beautiful architecture served as a background for the kiss Nick was placing on your forehead.

He was dressed in a dark blue suit, clean shaved, hair in a ponytail with a hand on your cheek as you leaned against his kiss, with your gigantic bright white dress and massive bridal veil falling behind your back. The second picture was a loud contrast in comparison to the first one.

This one had a beautiful orange sunset, hundreds of flowers and a crystal blue sea as a background for a bearded Nick, with his hair down, dressed only in white while holding your face and smiling against your lips.

The soft breeze blew on the hem of your long pastel blue dress, an intricate braid decorated with beautiful real roses fell on your back, your hands rested on top of Nick’s and your gaze was locked together as you also smiled against his lips. “Did you ever regret it?” Nick broke the silence, his voice was hoarse as if he held back tears while he walked towards the pictures. “No” The certainty in your voice left no room for doubt, “Did you?”. You watched Nick’s fingers softly caress both pictures before he took a deep breath “No, not at all, but…”

“But?” The fear and hurt in your whisper was evident, making Nick turn around to face you “But I was scared that might happen eventually”. The mention of the fight that took place earlier tonight brought a bitter taste to your mouth. “We didn’t have to go if you weren’t ready to face him, Nick. I would never allow anyone to force you to go”, unable to stay away from him any longer, you closed the distance between you and took his hand in yours. “I know, angel. It's just that I needed to see it for myself, you know” His blue eyes roamed your face as if he was looking for something “I needed to watch Kenny marrying Kota so I could then stop thinking he’s a-”

“Threat?” You asked softly and Nick just nodded in return. “Yeah…but when I saw him taking you to the backyard part of the venue, I couldn’t help myself. I had to follow you and… when I heard you telling him that you loved me and he continued talking about how his wedding was a mistake, how our wedding was a mistake and that you two should just run away leaving everything behind while everyone was at the party…I just lost it”.

You and Nick stared down at his split knuckles, the bleeding had eventually stopped, leaving a small pool of dried blood on each knuckle. “I’m not judging you, Nick. Trust me, I wanted to punch him myself!” Your annoyed statement earned a soft giggle from him, making you smile “I love you, but please don’t do this again. You could’ve ended your career if someone called the police”.

“And I don’t care” He whispered against your lips, “But I do!” You whispered back before placing a chaste kiss on his soft lips “Now c’mon, let’s go upstairs to get this cleaned before it gets infected”.

The digital clock on top of your white bedroom drawer had its neon green numbers blinking “2:34 am”. Neither you or Nick had been able to sleep yet, tossing and turning on the bed for over an hour now. Your bodies were mildly tired, but your minds were restless. Finally having enough, you sat on the bed and looked over at him, “What’s wrong, angel? Do you want some water?”.

You remained silent as you straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss his lips “No, Nick. I want you, please?”. His hands roamed up your thighs to your hips, he squeezed the supple meat between his fingers before turning you around so he could cover your body with his “I thought you would never ask, angel”.

[theworldofotps]

Avoiding (Monthly Flow Series )

(Birthday week fic #3 )

__________ Pairing: Braun Strowman  Word Count: 1,052 Description: Reader avoids Braun during her period when she overhears her boyfriend talking to Alexa Bliss. ________ Tag list: @mondaynightmcintyre @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @the-beastslayers-queen @thewrestlingwarehouse @new-zealand-chic @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @xladyxfatex @commanderflip @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @theeblueehazee @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. __________

Sighing as she walked down the hallway y/n peeks around the corner making sure it was safe before continuing to her dressing room.  

Just a few more feet and she would be in the clear thankfully. Pulling out her key y/n unlocks the door stepping inside and closing it behind her turning the lock she leans against it letting out a sigh. She was safe, walking into the bathroom y/n strips from her clothes getting into the shower. She was in some major discomfort and it took everything she had to want to even come into work today. Despite that y/n even came in before her boyfriend did. Sure Braun was probably a little surprised to wake up and see the note that she left already but she hated being around Braun during this time of the month.

Periods really fucking suck but what sucks even worse is overhearing your boyfriend of six months tease Alexa for getting her period at work. So for the last five months, she had avoided being around Braun when her period came. This month was a little harder considering Braun was staying over at her house more and vice versa. Y/n was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a banging on her locker room door. Hopefully whoever it was couldn’t hear the shower through both doors and would just assume she wasn’t there. Continuing to wash her hair and body y/n rinses off and wraps a towel around her body, the banging had stopped thankfully. Now she just needed to get dressed and go home before Braun caught her. 

Drying off y/n puts her product of choice in place then pulls on her underwear some sweats and one of Braun’s shirts she stole that still had the sleeves. Towel drying her hair y/n ties it back gathering her stuff into her bag. Putting it over her shoulder she grabs her phone and key pocketing them both and opens the door jumping back.

“Jeez babe! You scared the shit out of me why the hell are you just standing outside my door like that?”

“We need to talk you weren’t answering the door or my text so I figured I’d wait until you came out or went in.”

“I was busy taking a shower, what uh what did you wanna talk about?”

She asks shifting on her feet and looking at his chest, Braun gently pushes her back inside the room closing the door.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“What?”

“Don’t play stupid y/n it’s the same thing every month you avoid me and when I try to bring it up you change the subject. Now I wanted to know what is going on and I’d like to know now. Did I do something to make you mad? Is there someone else?”

Looking at Braun y/n frowns shaking her head quickly.

“Of course there isn’t anyone else I can’t believe that’s a question you would even ask me. No I’m not cheating on you Adam.”

“Then what is it?”

“I avoid you because I don’t want to be the next on your list of women to make fun of for something we can’t help.”

Braun looks at her confused and rubs a hand over the top of his head trying to piece together what she said.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Our second month together I overheard you making fun of Alexa because she got her period at work. I honestly couldn’t believe you would do something like that and I didn’t want to be in the same position as her.”

Y/n says wrapping her arms around her waist as she waits for him to speak, she certainly wasn’t expecting him to start laughing.

“Oh piss off Braun it’s not funny!”

Stepping past him she quickly makes her way out of the room and down the hallway, she was annoyed she couldn’t believe he just laughed at her.

“Sweetheart wait! You need to listen.”

Braun chuckles going after her taking her hand he pulls her round to face him and just barely manages to avoid the hit to the face.

“Leave me alone!”

She says squirming as he picks her up walking over and setting her on one of the crates.

“No, I need you to listen to me first I wasn’t making fun of Alexa to be mean.”

“Bullshit I heard it myself!”

“True but you don’t know our friendship very well we’re always teasing and picking on one another. She’s like a slightly annoying sister and that’s just how our friendship works, a couple of months back I ate something that wasn’t good and nearly shit myself here at work. She made fun of me the whole day asking if I needed toilet paper or if I needed a new pair of pants. When she told me she got her period of course I teased her but I didn’t mean it in a harmful way. I know it’s something you all can’t help. What kinda person would I be to make fun of her when my girl goes through the same thing? You should have just called me out on it sooner baby and we could have gotten it straightened out. Is that why you left so early today you got your period?”

Y/n looks down nodding her head she felt so awful for doing that to him.

“I’m so sorry Braun I never should have reacted that way.”

“Hey it’s okay I know that you all get shit for periods from people all of the time so it’s understandable you wouldn’t want to be teased about it. But I can promise you I will not make fun of you, what I will do however is take you home and care for you. Would you like that?”

“Yes please, can we go to your house?”

“Of course we’ll just have to stop at the store for your lady stuff.”

Smiling she kisses his cheek laughing when he grabs her bridal style and carries her down the hallway. 

“I was wondering when I would get to pamper and take care of you because of your period.”

“Well, then it’s your lucky week.”

Y/n teases wrapping her arms around his neck she was more than ready to go home and be loved on.

[iamvegorott]

Can I request some Trickshot? I feel like we haven't had enough whump where Marvin’s gets hurt or is in danger so I would very much want that lskdlsks Also can I get added to the tag list for Trickshot? (I really adore those two idiots, they're the best!)

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Angel With A Shotgun 

“Chase? Chase, I need to get up.” Marvin said to his sleeping…boyfriend? Were they boyfriends? They messed around and kissed and held hands but they never actually said the words. Did they have to? What made it official?

“No.” Chase groaned in protest, hugging Marvin tighter to his chest.

“Chase, I need to run some errands.” Marvin tried to wiggle away.

“Can wait.” Chase nuzzled his face into Marvin’s hair.

“I have appointments.” Marvin rolled himself so he was now sitting on top of Chase, managing to wake Chase up a bit since it’s hard to sleep with a mostly naked man sitting in your lap.

“You sure you can’t stay, just for a bit?” Chase placed a hand on one of Marvin’s plush thighs.

“I won’t be gone long.” Marvin picked the hand up and pressed a kiss to Chase’s knuckles. “Get some more sleep and I’ll be back before you know it.”

“How can I sleep without you?” Chase said with a little smile and Marvin leaned down to press their lips together for a second.

“You’ll figure it out.” He said before getting off of the bed.

Marvin dressed in one of the spare outfits he’s kept in Chase’s room and stepped out. He gave a quick wave to JJ, helped Robbie tie his shoes, told Henrik he was heading out, took a package from Jackie and stopped when he opened the door and was greeted by Anti. Anti was holding his shoes, his hair was a mess and the collar of his shirt was stretched out, showing that the dark marks on his neck went down all the way.

“I thought it was earlier.” Anti cleared his throat.

“I thought you two were fighting?” Marvin asked.

“It’s complicated now.”

“Do the others know?”

“No…”

“Here.” Marvin snapped his fingers and Anti was magically cleaned up. “Put your shoes on, make sure Chase gets to sleep in and I’ll call us even.” Anti just nodded as his form of thanks and slipped past Marvin to get into the house. “What would they do without me?” Marvin chuckled to himself and headed out.

Going to the post office was easy enough, it was more boring than difficult but it was Marvin’s turn and he had to do it today in order for everything to get where it needed to on time. He needed to get Henrik and JJ into emails for most of this stuff. No one sends letters anymore.

Marvin went into a flower shop next, but he wasn’t looking for any roses or daises.

“How may I help you?” The woman behind the desk asked.

“I’m here for some eyes of newt and lizard tails,” Marvin said with a sly smirk and the woman only nodded her head.

“Right this way, sir.” She said and guided Marvin to the back area of the store, stepping through a doorway that could send a shiver down a normal man’s back but Marvin knew that feeling all too well to react. “Mr. Mason will be right with you.” The woman said and walked away before Marvin could thank her, another thing that he was used to, but he still felt the need to.

“I heard that our favorite kitty-cat is here?” A man giggled as he came in from a different room.

“I’ve told you not to call me that,” Marvin stated, his friendly aura dropping.

“I’ve told you I’d stop the day you quit wearing that mask of yours.”  Mr. Mason said, heading over to the desk and gesturing for Marvin to sit in the chair in front of it. Marvin shook his head in refusal.

“I’m just here for my ingredients, I have someone waiting for me,” Marvin said.

“Is it a special someone?” Mr. Mason asked with a hum.

“That doesn’t concern you. What should concern you is getting me my ingredients.”

“Well, there seems to be a problem with that.” Mr. Mason leaned back in his chair.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s about your payment.”

“My payment?” The hair on the back of Marvin’s neck went up, they weren’t alone anymore, he could feel it.

“It’s short.”

“Short? I pay the same amount every time for the same ingredients. I didn’t order anything special.” Marvin took a step back towards the door and felt himself hit something that wasn’t wooden.

“Those ingredients are starting to get a little harder to obtain. The competition is getting stronger while we’re the same. We need an upper hand on them.”

“Fine, take what I have, keep what I’ve ordered.” Marvin took out his wallet and took out what little cash he had, tossing it on the ground. “I’m leaving.” Marvin gritted his teeth when he felt hands grabbing him by the upper arms.

“About that.” Mr. Mason chuckled. “We’re getting an upper hand by having an actual witch in our company, someone who knows how to work what we’re getting. You are no amateur, you’re no hobbyist, you’re the real deal, cat.”

“I’m giving you one warning to let me go,” Marvin said, clenching his hands and lifting his lip into a snarl.

“Don’t make me get a spray bottle.” Mr. Mason laughed.

“I warned you.” Marvin’s eyes went green and soon did his arms. The man that had been holding him shouted out in pain and released him.

“He burned my hands!” The man cried. Marvin ducked away from the second man in the room and held both hands out, blasting the two with a wave of energy. He made it to the door and opened it, running back to the store’s front.

“Stop him!” Mr. Mason called out. Marvin looked over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed, not realizing it was a mistake until he felt something hot go through his leg, forcing him to scream and fall over in pain.

“Bad cat.” Marvin heard the desk worker say as he held his bleeding thigh. Marvin could only try to even his breathing, looking up and making eye contact with the barrel end of a shotgun. “Don’t move.” The woman ordered. Marvin shifted his glance up and bared his teeth while he slowly raised to his feet. “I’m warning you!” The woman shouted. “I will shoot again!”

“I dare you.” Marvin spat, eyes going wide in shock when the woman was tackled. “Chase!”

“I got it!” Chase grabbed the shotgun with both hands and yanked it out of the woman’s grasp, using the handle to hit her in the head, knocking her out.

“Chase, get out of here!” Marvin heard that more people were coming and didn’t have time to move before being grabbed once more, this time by both men.

“Let me guess, this is Mr. Special?” Mr. Mason teased.

“Let him go!” Chase demanded, aiming the shotgun at Mr. Mason.

“Do you even know how to use that, kid?” Mr. Mason scoffed, face dropping when Chase pumped the gun and stood his ground, eyes hardening. “Two can play at that game.” Mr. Mason pulled a pistol out from under his jacket and pressed the barrel to Marvin’s temple.

“Chase, run, please. It’ll be okay, I’ll be okay.” Marvin was shaking in pain, the hole in his leg aching as he tried to keep as much weight off of it as he could.

“I’m not leaving you,” Chase said, taking a step forward, Mr. Mason’s gun now moving so it was pointing at him.

“Watch it, kid.” Mr. Mason warned. “We just want the cat.”

“They’ll kill you,” Marvin said.

“I don’t care.” Chase took the sunglasses that were sitting on his hat and put them on. There was a short pause before Chase suddenly aimed up and shot out the light to the shop, sending glass to rain down on them. Chase rushed forward and bashed Mr. Mason’s head in the same way that he had done to the woman. He quickly fired the shotgun and got one of the men the leg and threw the weapon at the other man’s face. Chase slid on his knees, grabbing the pistol with one hand and catching Marvin with his other arm. The other man held his bleeding nose and cried out when his leg was shot. “Karma’s a bitch.”

“Chase?” Marvin kissed Chase on the check. “My hero.” He added with a chuckle.

“I just wanted to surprise you and take you out to lunch.” Chase weakly laughed. “But I think a trip to the hospital is more fitting.”

“Just get me home, I’ll be fine. I just need some sleep.” Marvin grunted in pain when Chase moved him so he was being held bridal style.

“I’m not letting my boyfriend bleed out,” Chase stated.

“Boyfriend?” Marvin couldn’t help the little smile forming on his lips.

“I mean, y-yeah.” Chase’s face flushed a little as sirens started to go off in the distance.

“We should go, there’s some…not so legal stuff happening in the back,” Marvin said.

“There’s some what?” Chase made some sounds of shock before grunting. “Damn it, Marv.” Chase cursed and rushed over to the side door. “You owe me an explanation when you’re better.” He said as he started to run, thankful that the Septiceye House was only a few blocks away.

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[spine-buster]

Chapter 19 - The Beginning and the End of Everything (Finn Balor)

A/N: I wrote the last scene while eating the last of a tub of ice cream, so you know…sorry if it sucks.

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“It’s going to be fun, I promise,” Fergal assured Gemma as he held her hand outside of the Performance Centre, both of them looking up at the giant WWE logo.  Like she had been outside of the skating ring a few weeks ago, she was nervous to step foot inside.  She knew she had told Fergal she wanted to see him back in the ring, but now, when faced with that reality, she was nervous.  Not so much for him, and not so much about everybody she was going to meet – it was for herself.  She didn’t want to cause any undue attention to him; she didn’t want to cause any embarrassment.  What embarrassment she would cause, she had no idea, but she knew it was a possibility.  It always was with her.

She squeezed his hand and looked over at him.  “I’m really excited to see you in the ring,” she said, completely sincere about it, too, despite her nerves.  

“I’m excited for you to see me,” Fergal said.  “Have you ever seen wrestling live before?”

“Never.”

“It’s a treat,” he smiled.  “I mean, this isn’t a live show or anything, but what goes on in this place is magic.”

Gemma couldn’t help but smile at his giddiness.  “Well, let’s not waste any more time, then.”

“C’mere,” he mumbled, pulling her closer to him and kissing her quickly.  Now that everything was ‘official’ he felt much more comfortable kissing her in random places and not just in the privacy of their homes.  It felt good to kiss her whenever and wherever he wanted.  “If you need a minute to yourself while you’re in there, just let me know, okay?  There’s a lounge you can go to, or even one of the medical rooms.”

“I think I’ll be okay,” she assured him.  “Just do me a favour and don’t worry about me while you’re in there.  Focus on what you need to be doing.  I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

He kissed her again quickly.  “Let’s go.”

Gemma had never been in the Performance Centre before, but from Fergal talking about it all the time (and, to a much lesser extent, Mandy and the other girls from Chas’s birthday) she felt like she already knew where everything was.  When he led her to the ring area, people training surrounded her.  Many of them stopped whatever they were doing and waved hello to Fergal, who waved back and joked with them to get back to work.  

Soon, a giant, burly man approached them, hugging Fergal tightly and patting him on the back a few times.  They exchanged a few quick words before Fergal turned back towards Gemma.  “Matt, this is Gemma Fitzgerald,” he introduced them.  “Gemma, this is Matt Bloom.  He’s one of the head trainers here, and he took me under his wing when I first got to Japan.”

Matt and Gemma exchanged a polite handshake and some pleasantries.  “It’s nice to finally meet you, Gemma,” Matt said politely.  “I’ve heard a lot about you from Fergal and Rami.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“Only the best things,” he smiled.

“I hope it’s okay that I’m here,” Gemma said.  “Fergal talked about his return to the ring and I really wanted to be able to see it…I haven’t seen him wrestle live before, and I’m sure seeing it in person isn’t the same as watching it on YouTube.”

“It’s perfectly fine that you’re here.  You’re in for a treat,” he looked towards Fergal.  “Why don’t you go put your stuff on, and meet us in ring seven.”

Fergal looked towards Gemma, who was already smiling at him.  “You good?” he asked.

“She’ll be safe with me,” Matt winked.  “We’re gonna talk about you, though, just so you know.”

Fergal snorted.  “Everything he says is a lie.  Don’t listen to a word he says.”

“I don’t know,” Gemma shrugged her shoulders playfully.  “I don’t think Matt has a lying bone in his body.”

“This girl get it,” Matt pointed at her, chuckling before slapping Fergal lightly on the shoulder.  Fergal, shaking his head, turned around and made his way towards the back where he would change.  Matt, in contrast, began to lead Gemma throughout the rings, stopping every so often to comment on someone’s work.  He seemed like a pretty popular and knowledgeable trainer, and everyone he interacted with listened intently to what he had to say.  Gemma never doubted his effectiveness – it was just nice to see, early on, how successful he really was at his role.   

“You’re the athlete that had to retire,” Matt mentioned casually as they finally arrived at ring seven.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“I’m very sorry that happened to you,” he said, and Gemma could feel the sincerity in his voice.  “Ferg mentioned you one day and I happened to look you up.  You are fantastic.  I mean I’m not the biggest fan of hockey but what I was able to see was spectacular.”

Gemma couldn’t help but blush.  The thought of this giant man sitting down in front of a computer, typing in her name, and watching her hockey videos made her feel warm inside.  “Thanks.  That means a lot.”

“What are the plans now?”

“Uhhh…I’m not completely sure yet,” Gemma admitted.  “I’m currently writing an article for Sports Illustrated about being a half-Arab female hockey player, but other than that there isn’t much, besides rehab.  I think after rehab everything will become a bit clearer.”

“When will that be?”

“August.  I’m there for a full year.  My new goal is to not have to need extra time.”

“Well, considering the extent of your injury, that would be miraculous,” Matt commented, looking impressed.  She was astonished that he knew about it – he must have read about it when he looked her up.  That he even remembered surprised her to the fullest.  “You look like you’re already there, anyway – or at least have just a little bit left to go.”

She smiled slightly.  She was happy her progress was visible to others.  “I kind of am, but I want to be able to get back on to the ice.  Not competitively, of course, but enough so that I can skate with my future children and not be in pain or anything.  Hockey…is still very important to me.”

“Well of course it is,” Matt said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.  “It’s been a huge part of your life for a long time.  I don’t think it will ever not be a big part of your life.  It’s like wrestling.  A lot of wrestlers, you know, they retire from in-ring work, but they really just assume another role within wrestling.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh sweetie,” Matt chuckled.  “Practically every trainer at this facility is a former pro-wrestler.  Most of our producers and road agents are former wrestlers.  The guys who run the wrestling schools, independent of this one, are former wrestlers,” he explained.  “There’s nobody who knows the ins and outs of the wrestling business better than a former wrestler.  Even me!  I’m a 20 year vet, retired, but here I am training the next generation.”

Gemma nodded her head at his words.  The situation he was explaining was, of course, similar with hockey.  Many former hockey players ended up becoming agents, broadcasters, coaches, or went into the head offices for managerial jobs.  The hockey industry protected their own.  But that was NHL, aka the big leagues, aka male hockey players.  The comfortable futures weren’t necessarily the same for women.  That’s what she needed to worry about.  

Before she got caught too much in her thoughts, she tried to keep on the subject at hand.  “What do you think Ferg’s gonna do when he retires?”

“That’s up to him,” he said diplomatically.  “Maybe he’ll retire on the beaches of Bray.  Maybe he’ll retire when he’s 75.  He’s always done what he wants to do, on his terms.  I don’t think that’ll change anytime soon.”

“What’s not gonna change anytime soon?” Fergal’s Irish accent interrupted the two.

They both spun around to see him dressed to go through drills.  Matt decided to answer the question.  “Whether or not you’ll ever have more than a hundred carbs a day.  Now get into the ring.”

Gemma sat on the sidelines in complete awe as she watched Fergal move fluidly throughout the ring.  He was right – it was a sort of magic that she didn’t quite understand until she saw it in person.  Matt was instructing Fergal on which moves to work through and asking a bunch of questions, but she could tell he was confident in what Fergal was doing.

“He’s definitely been coming here without me,” Gemma said to no one in particular.  

“Hmm?” Matt asked, hearing her.

“Ferg…he’s been back in the ring a while, hasn’t he?  That’s why he’s already so good?”

Matt chuckled to himself.  “No sweetie, he’s just that good.”

Fergal and Gemma had gone to lunch with Matt after he had finished his training session, and Gemma heard a bunch of stories about Fergal’s shenanigans in Japan, from when he arrived at 24 years old to just a few years ago when he decided to leave for the WWE.  When Fergal missed a bullet train and nearly missed one of first shows; when Fergal got food poisoning at a sponsor dinner but had to pretend nothing was wrong as to not offend the sponsor; when Fergal got so piss drunk one night Matt had to carry him back to his place bridal style.  It was a life well lived.  Fergal had done so much throughout his life and had gone through so many different experiences.  He had done in ten years what most people failed to do their entire lives.  All before her.  

Gemma thought about this as they kissed each other.  Fergal’s need to have his lips on Gemma’s at all times hadn’t stopped since the first time they kissed, save for the week they didn’t speak.  Now, lying on his bed with Gemma on top of him, she couldn’t keep her mind off of the stories Matt had told her at lunch, and how Fergal had experienced so much.

He seemed to know that something was on her mind because instead of increasing his pace and severity of the kisses, he was slowing down.  He bit at her lip playfully, causing her to smile.  “You alright?”

Gemma nodded her head, sliding across his body so she was lying by his side.  “You’re always kissing me, Fergal Devitt.”

He smiled.  “You’re my girlfriend now.  I can kiss you whenever I want.”

“You think you’ll ever stop?”

“No,” he deadpanned, leaning forward slightly to kiss her while she giggled.  When he pulled away, she was biting her lip, just staring at him.  “What’s on your mind, love?”

She brought her hand up and dragged her thumb along his bottom lip.  “Do you ever think about how there’s ten years between us?” she asked softly.  

Fergal wondered where she was coming from with the question.  “Not really, to be honest…”

“I don’t mean it like…whatever…” she shook her head quickly.  “I just mean, like…at lunch today, all those stories Matt was sharing.  You…you lived this entire life before you even met me, and it was so amazing.  You did all these amazing things and went to all these amazing places, and everything just sounded so cool.  And you were having the time of your life…”

“And…?”

“And now you’re here with me in a bed in Orlando --”

“Having the time of my life,” he interrupted.

Gemma couldn’t help but give him a facetious disapproving look.  “I just…sometimes I think it’s funny how life works out, you know?  You accomplished so much in those ten years.  I accomplished so much in those ten years, too.  You won all these titles, you got signed to WWE…I made national teams and I won a gold medal.  It’s all so…amazing.  I mean, the timeline of it is just insane to me.  We didn’t even know each other a year ago and now we kiss each other’s faces off every moment of the day.”

“It’s meant to be,” Fergal said, knowing that’s what Gemma wanted to hear.  Not that he didn’t believe it himself – he did completely.  There was a reason Gemma came into his life.  But he knew she wanted to hear those words.  He knew she wanted to hear their meeting and their relationship was some sort of divine intervention; something that would have happened in any world, in every universe, regardless of circumstance.  

He could see a smile growing on her face.  With a reaction like that, how could he think any different?  “You really think so?”

“I know so.  This is something special, don’t you think?”

He could see her cheeks flush red.  She only nodded her head, too happy to hear those words coming from his mouth.  She leaned forward to kiss him again, not wanting to speak anymore.  She had talked enough.  There were more important things to do now.  

She could tell Finn was eager by the way he kissed her, and by the way his hands slipped under her top in record time.  Her hands moved just as quickly, running themselves through his hair and gripping at the nape of his neck.  The higher his hands traveled, the higher her shirt lifted; soon, it was above her head, Fergal throwing it across the room.  

Gemma had exposed her body to Fergal before – at Cocoa Beach, and in Iceland, naturally – but this was so much more intimate, more sensual.  His touch gave her goosebumps and made her hairs stand on end.  His hands were wandering everywhere, feeling every inch of her, and when they came around to her front, her breath hitched in her throat.  

She had changed.  She knew she had changed, and she knew he knew she had changed.  Her body wasn’t the same as it was a year ago, six months ago, three months ago.  It had changed from what she was used to, from what her body was when she was an athlete.  At the end of the day, though, she was still getting used to the change.  But it was still her body.  At the end of the day, she still owned her body.  Nobody could take it – or its capabilities – away from her. At the end of the day, she was still in a bed with Fergal feeling her up.  

“Don’t be nervous,” he breathed out quickly, biting down on her bottom lip.  “You’re fucking beautiful Gemma.  Don’t think you’re not.”

A lot more touching, a lot more kissing.  Some unhooking, more pulling, one more article of clothing thrown across the room.  Quick kisses, long kisses; wet kisses, little bites; fingertips grazing, nails scratching.  Gemma didn’t think she’d ever been so turned on in her life.

Fergal had switched their positions, pinning Gemma under him as he kissed down her body, just as he had done on the couch weeks ago.  She felt ready to explode but he kept licking and kissing a path lower.

She grabbed at his hair to get his attention.  “No,” she said, shaking her head slightly.  

“What?” he asked, stunned she wouldn’t want him to go down on her.

“I need…I just need you inside me right now,” she panted.  She didn’t exactly want to go into the reasons why she didn’t want him to do that yet.  “I need to feel you.”

He smiled mischievously at her.  “Next time?”

“Next time.  I need to feel you, Ferg.”

Well, her wish was his command.  He came back up and kissed the tip of her nose.  “Lay on your side for me,” he said, doing so himself.  She did as she was told.  “Now give me your leg.”

She hesitated at first.  Her knee brace, albeit a small one, was still on, and she wanted to move as slow as possible just in case she got a jolt of pain again.  They looked each other directly in the eyes as she hooked her leg over his, feeling his hardened member against her thigh.  

He entered her slowly, considerately, allowing her to adjust to his size, knowing this hadn’t happened for her in a while.  To be fair, it hadn’t happened for him in a while either, and he was in a state of euphoria knowing that it was Gemma in his arms, Gemma that was looking him in the eye, Gemma whose body was moving so in sync with his.  He had wanted this for so long, had dreamt of this for so long.  He couldn’t take his eyes off her.  Despite their movements, and their panting, and the pleasure they were both feeling being tangled in each other’s bodies, they didn’t take their eyes off one another.  It was unlike any other intimate moment they had experienced before.  

His hand, which had been caressing her leg, slipped in between them to tease her.  At his touch he knew she wouldn’t last much longer.  As her pants became louder, her moans irregular, and her eyes closed slowly, he increased his speed, allowing her to go over the edge and scream out in ecstasy before he did the same.   

As she came down from her high, Gemma had a satisfied smile on her face.  When she finally looked Fergal in the eye again she leaned forward and kissed him.  Still inside her, and coming down from his own high, he tightened his grip on her; he wanted their bodies closer, though they were already flush against each other.  

When they pulled away from the kiss, Gemma licked her lips.  “I’ve waited so long for someone like you,” her voice was barely above a whisper.  “I’ve waited so long for you.”

“I’ve waited so long for you too,” he said, meaning it completely.  

“I’m sorry I took so long.”

Fergal cradled her face in his hand.  “We are both here now.  That’s all that matters.”

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All Yours

(A/N) So request fulfilling is not something I do very well. I’ll take them from time to time but I’m really bad with dead lines. I try but things always end up happening. Anyway, @thebadchic asked me to write this. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Cursing, smut, choking, jealousy Word Count: At least two  Summary: When Finn Balor finds Samoa Joe flirting with his girlfriend after her match, he takes it upon himself to make sure everyone in the locker room knows who she belongs to.

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Master List Plug (yes, I know. It desperately needs updated)

Nia Jax was by no means an easy opponent. Not just because of her size difference, but because of her raw strength. You defended yourself against every blow, every toss across the ring; pushing yourself to get back up each time you hit the mat. It wasn’t enough though. Your left leg wrapped around Nia’s arm and your shoulders were pressed into the canvas. The bell rang and everything hurt.

Jax’s music played over the sound system resulting in a mixture of boos and cheers throughout the stadium. John Cone leaned down to be able to talk to you.

“You okay, kid?” He asked, “Anything hurt?”

You kept the painful look on your face, “Nothing more than usual.” You muttered away from the cameras.

—–

The walk backstage was harder to do than you thought. Your back was pretty much shot and the way you were walking had you thinking about your boyfriend. A smile played on your lips, remembering the first time you and he had a “shag” as he called it. You hadn’t been able to walk the next morning.

The difference between this and then was there was no glow vibrating around your body from his hands all over you. The smile on your face wasn’t from the things he had done to you. Instead, it was a defiant one, kept there only to hide the pain you were in.

You kept walking back to your dressing room, cringing every step of the way. The cool, hard material of the wall helped you stay upright and was good for support.

“As soon as I get into the shower I’ll feel twenty times better.” You grumbled to yourself.

“You need help.” A dark, low voice came from behind you.

You turned quickly to see Samoa Joe standing behind you, looking you up and down. He had a grim looking sideways smirk and his arms were crossed over his chest.

“I-I’m sorry?” You asked confused. Joe had never said two words to you. To be fair, he never said anything to anyone. The only one he really seemed to talk to was your boyfriend.

“You need help.” He repeated.

“Oh. No thanks, Joe. I’m fine.” You tried to politely smile and turn to be on your way.

There was movement you noticed out of the corner of your eye and suddenly Joe had moved in front of your path.

“I didn’t ask.” He was simple and short with his words. Joe put his hand firmly on the wall in front of your face, blocking you completely. “I’m going to help you to your locker room.”

You swallowed hard, unsure of what to do other than allow the man to do what he wanted.

Joe leaned down and swooped his arms underneath you, holding you bridal style in his arms. You flung your own around his neck responsively in fear he may drop you. But he didn’t. Samoa Joe carried you effortlessly to the door that had your name stuck to it. He never seemed to be out of breath, never struggled with your weight. He was strong and a part of you couldn’t help but notice the heat radiate off his body.

The Samoan sat you on your feet gently in front of the door. The way his eyes lingered hungrily along your waist as his head became level with yours had you blushing.

“Um. Thanks Joe. I think can.. um.. handle it from here until Finn is done.

The sound of your boyfriend, Finn Balor’s, name caused something to flash across Joe’s eyes. The smirk on his mouth was replaced by a small grimace.

“That’s right.” He grumbled. “You’re Balor’s girl now aren’t you?” Joe’s hand reached up to your face, it was quite large compared to your head but it was gentle as he let it softly slide against your cheek.

You inched away before it could go any lower, “Yes.” You said clearing your throat, “I’m with Finn.”

You watched his expression turn into almost a repulsive snarl, “Such a waste. I could take care of you better than he ever could. Never let a boy take care of a woman, always let a man do it.”

The small of your back was pressed against the wall as the Samoan backed you up against it. Making you feel smaller by the second.

“Joe, I think I’ll be okay from here. I promise. I’ll just wait for Finn. Thank you for helping me.”

There was a glimmer of amusement as he leaned in closer to you. “You think you can get rid of me that easily?”

He was so close to you and your heart was racing in your chest. You felt like a small animal staring down the jaws of the beast. Samoa Joe wasn’t actually going to do anything you didn’t want him to? Right?

“Joe!” A thick accented voice shouted from behind him. A shaky sigh of relief escaped your lips as Joe turned to see your Finn standing with his arms crossed glaring a hole into the Destroyer’s head.

“Finn!” Joe’s voice didn’t stray from its calm, cool tone. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Finn’s eyes darted to your face, then back to Joe’s. “Is that so, mate?”

“It is.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, “(Y/n) was just having trouble getting back to her dressing room. I helped her down here and figured I’d wait with her until you got here.”

Finn was wearing his wrestling trunks and black Balor Club jacket. Combined with the stance he was in, he looked ready to fight. “I’m here now, brotha. I think I can take it over now.”

Samoa Joe took a step towards him, “Are you sure you can, Balor?”

There was a soft growl that was barely audible to you that echoed from Finn’s throat. “I am a man, Joe. I think I can handle taking care of my woman.”

The tension in the hallway was so thick. There was going to be a fight and you knew it. You had to do something.

Taking two painful sideways steps around Joe, you made your way to Finn, “Babe, can you help me into my dressing room?” You reached out for his arm and pulled him out of his state down with Joe. His blue eyes were still alight with anger. “Babe? Please?” You begged.

Finn’s eyes turned to you and you could see the demon behind them, they softened only for a moment when his gaze met yours. There was a huff of breath that came from Balor as he settled himself down enough to get his shoulder under your arm, guiding you into the room.

“You two lovebirds have a good evening.” Joe half growled as we passed by him.

You allowed your body to fall into an arm chair in the middle of the room, the whole scene outside did not help how sore you were from your match. In fact, it only made you more exhausted.

There was a loud slam behind you that would normally cause you to jump out of your skin. Right now, all you could do was just slouch down into the chair and take off your boots. Keeping an eye on Finn’s tense form, you worked on the laces.

Finn’s knuckles were white, his shoulders were slightly raised, he whirled around to turn away from the door and began pacing around your dressing room. His movements reminded you of a caged tiger.

“Finn?” You asked, a little nervously. “Are you okay?”

He turned and looked at you with a strained look on his face, “Do I look okay?” He leaned against the back of a table with arms crossed in front of his bare chest.

You stood go to him, “What’s wrong? Please tell me. Did I do something?” Your hand brushed against his face.

His hand gripped your wrist, “You’re mine.” He said fiercely.

“I am.”

Finn’s mouth collided with yours. His tongue pried yours apart and you couldn’t stop the moan that you let out.

“Mine.” He whispered against your lips.

Finn’s hand tangled in your hair, his other pulled your hips against him. You could feel something hard pushing against your hip bone.

“Mine.” He growled a little louder as he pulled your locks, forcing your head to fall back. It gave him access to your neck which he quickly peppered with kisses.

“Your’s.” You moaned back.

This only brought another growl from your demon who’s light, feather kisses turned into nips against your flesh. He turned and pushed you down onto the table. Biting his lip, his fingertips reached out for you, lightly running one hand over your exposed skin.

“I’m going to make sure everyone knows who’s you are.” He locked eyes with you, “They’re going to hear you scream my name and no one will ever forget who you belong to.”

Heat rushed to your face, and a wetness pooled between your legs. He’s not being serious, is he? We can’t do this here. Before you could protest, Finn reached for the top half of your ring gear, ripping it off over your head roughly. His fingers hooked on to the trunks and pulled them down past your ankles.

A shiver went down your spine from the cold surface of the table. Finn’s palm rubbed over the bulge in his trunks.

“Fuck, love. You’re so beautiful.” He moaned, his eyes still wandering your naked body. Finn let the leather jacket fall off his shoulders. His finger pressed against your folds, circling over your clit. “So delicious looking.”

“Want a taste?” You tried to tease.

Finn let out another low growl and dropped to his knees, placing both hands on your inner thighs. He pushed them apart. You squirmed at the warmth of his breath.

“Don’t squirm, love.” He chided, kissing the sides of your thighs. “And you better be loud, or else.”

“But Finn..” you were worried what anyone else would say to the sounds of you screaming his name.

But before you could finish your sentence his tongue quickly flicked against your clit. A soft whimper escaped you as the speed of his tongue quickened. He devoured you, pressing his mouth harder into you. Your legs wrapped around his head and a familiar coil began to fill your insides. Finn suckled your swollen bud, then slid two fingers into your heat.

“Oh my god! Finn! I’m so close!” You whined softly.

Finn stopped licking your cunt and stilled his fingers, “You can be louder than that.” He growled.

You bit your lip, “I don’t want anyone to hear. Please? Please don’t stop.”

“I want them to hear! They need to hear!”

You whimpered, head beginning to swim with the need to orgasm. Your hips wiggled trying to get closer to his tongue.

“Finn, I need you.” You pleaded with the man.

Finn allowed a small, half smile to appear on his face, “You need me to what?”

You bit your lip again, this was torture. “I need you to let me come! Please, Finn?”

Finn stood, pushing his trunks down his hips. He thick member sprung free, “And just how would you like me to make you come?”

You scooted towards the end of the table, attempting to get close to him, “Fuck me, please. Finn, please?” You begged him.

Finn lined himself up against your entrance, “Are you going to do as your told?” He asked sliding his length along your folds to tease you.

You groaned, “Yes!” You moaned loudly, “I’ll be good and loud for you, Finn. Please, just fuck me already!”

There was a low chuckle from his chest and he slammed himself into your heat. You could’ve nearly came right then, but you knew the pleasure had just begun. Finn remained standing, holding your hips as he drilled into you. The position allowed for him to plow deeper and deeper, hitting all the right spots. The sound of your skin slapping was only covered by the moans coming from you. They were getting louder with each thrust.

“God, fuck yes!” Finn hissed, wrapping a leg over his shoulder for more leverage. “Be loud for me, love. Who do you belong to?” His free hand played with your nipple, twisting and pinching while your breasts bounced along with his rhythm.

Your vision was beginning to blur, “Finn.” You whimpered.

His hand moved from your breast to your throat, “You’re not loud enough, love. Fucking scream it!”

He lightly squeezed your throat with each thrust, helping him to pull himself harder in to you. Your hips were already sore from the roughness of him. All the pain on heightened the pleasure. You could feel the edge coming closer and closer as he slammed into you. Suddenly, stars filled your vision as he reached around your thigh to roll circles over your clit.

“Finn!” You screamed. The sound was deafening in the small dressing room and you knew anyone close by would’ve heard. You didn’t care at all anymore, “I’m all yours, Finn!” You sang loudly.

“Yes, (Y/n)!” He growled. Finn gave two more rough, sloppy thrusts and unloaded himself into you.  “All mine.” He continued to moan and flopped down onto your chests.

You both lay there breathing heavily. There was blood pounding in your ears as you came down from your climax. Finn’s heart was racing, you could feel it as he laid there, chest pressed against your ribs.

Knock, knock.

“Go away!” Finn yelled at the door.

You giggled, “It’s probably someone coming by to make sure we keep it down.”

“Fuck them.” Finn looked up at you with a smirk. “They better hope they aren’t staying in the same hotel as us then.”