#finn balor beard

[hombresexual2]

How about going to the lockerroom and show us?

[judgementdaysunshine]

Ring for kisses

Pairing: Finn Balor x Fem reader x Dominik Mysterio

Description: You get a bell and use it to your advantage with the boys

You were in a local department store to spend a little extra money on face masks and a candle or two when you noticed a light purple bell that said "Ring for kisses". An hour later you get home and place the bell on the nightstand smiling when you hear the front door open and close a few minutes knowing that the boys had just gotten home from the gym going downstairs to grab a drink while they each showered coming back to his Dom sitting on the bed in his boxers drying off his hair while finn trimmed his beard a little as dom noticed the bell on the nightstand with a raised brow, "What's with the bell mi vida?" you smile as you point at the words on the bell before ringing it making dom chuckle before pulling you into a sweet kiss as Finn walks in the room only to smile seeing the two of you before you lock eyes with finn and read what the bell said before ringing it again. This time finn kisses you as all three of you tangle yourselves together and turn on the tv watching Where the wild things are followed by episodes of Shameless and episodes of Jackass to help give the New Day "Ideas" for possible stunts to do in their matches that they could get away with of course that only left you confused, in between bathroom breaks and snacks you would ring the bell for kisses before all of you were snuggled together as the next movie or episode began until dinner was made and all of you slowly went through your nightly routines as the day winded down and all of you laid under the covers glued together turning your head when you hear the bell only to see dom with his hand on it as he leaned up to turn the lamp off all of you laughing and sharing a few more kisses before the light was turned off and sleep took hold a second later.

[theworldofotps]

By The Fireplace (Drabble)

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader Word Count: 352 Description: Finn ties you up with his purple bandanas beside the fireplace.

Was given this lovely idea from @new-zealand-chic I hope this ruins you lmao xx Warning: 18+ only, just a little nsfw _______ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @biforrollynch​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter​ @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37​ @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _______ The wood crackled in the fireplace casting a warm glow around the otherwise dark room. The twinkling lights from the Christmas tree blinked across your skin as your back arched. 

“Stay still my sweet, I’m trying to enjoy my dessert.” Finn chuckled softly as he looked at your blissed out face, the sight of your hands tied above your head with his purple bandanas; your neck and chest marked with his marks. It was enough to cause his already hard cock to tighten. 

“I’m trying.”

Hearing all the soft whimpers and moans that fell past your lips were like music to his ears as his mouth lowered back down to your wet pussy. His tongue swirling circles around your throbbing clit as his beard tickled and scratched your inner thighs. Finn moaned as your sweetness flowed over his tongue. 

“Fuck love I’ll never get tired of the taste of you.”

He mumbled against you as he slowly worked a finger inside of you curling gently watching as your body tried to lift off the floor. A difficult task due to your hands being tied. You lifted your head just enough to meet his eyes, feeling a flood of warmth fill you at his heated look. 

“Please let me cum Finn, I need it so badly.”

“Do you?”

Finn chuckled softly as he added a second finger slowly pumping them inside of you at what felt like an agonizingly slow pace. 

“Yes yes please I can’t take it.”

You cried out softly, buckling your hips as you clenched around his fingers.

“I suppose you’ve been a good girl tonight, so I’ll let you cum.”

He kissed your leg as he moved his fingers faster, his tongue once again working your clit as your chest rose and fell quickly. That all too familiar of pleasure quickly building up and heating you through. When your orgasm finally hit you saw stars behind your eyelids as you moaned his name over and over again. If there was one thing, he knew to be true, Finn would never grow tired of watching you fall apart underneath him.

[specialinterestshows]

Last chapter of my 3-part Finn Balor x jealous!Damian Priest fic, based on an anonymous request. Next fic I post will be a continuation of Absolute Smokeshow!

Warnings for this section: Biting, dirty talk, hickies

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My M.O. (Missed Opportunity) (Part 3/3): Hell (In A Cell) And Back

"I did, because I do," Damian wasn't used to feeling so exposed and his face was getting warmer, but now wasn't the time to back out, "Te amo."

To his surprise, Finn started blushing and immediately asked, "For how long?"

“Truth is, I've been into you since you stomped on my chest during Hell in a Cell," Damian chuckled at the memory, "At first I thought that’s why my heart was racing" - he had a wistful expression on his face as he continued - "You kept impressing me during that match. Y cuando uniste a nuestro grupo... I was beyond happy. It wasn’t like the color in the world was dull before, pero cuando entraste en mi vida…”

“It was like everything was brighter, more vivid,” Finn said, catching Damian off-guard, “Just like it was for me when I first started talking to you."

Damian sat in a stunned silence for a moment. Somehow he hadn't fully prepared himself for his feelings to be reciprocated and everything felt a bit surreal.

"You never said anything," Damian finally spoke - not yet looking up or giving into the happiness that threatened to swell in his chest.

"I wasn't sure you were interested in men, to be honest," Finn laughed at himself, "I usually have a good gauge on that sort of thing, but it all goes out the window when I'm interested in someone; I get too wrapped up wondering if I'm just seeing what I want to see" - he gently placed his hand on Damian's, making Damian look up - "Happy to see that's not the case here."

The soft affection in the way Finn was grinning at him broke through Damian's instinct to close himself off, and he smiled back.

Damian closed his hand around Finn’s and looked deep into his eyes before asking, "Can I call you mine?"

"Thought you'd never ask," Finn replied, letting go of Damian’s hand to pull him in by his face for a kiss. The moment Finn’s lips touched his own was better than any other victory Damian had experienced. Finn pulled away to look at Damian lovingly, pale blue eyes glinting in the low light, before kissing him again. Smiling into the kiss, Damian felt Finn’s beard rubbing up against his own stubble and it ignited something in him.

Gripping the back of Finn's head with one hand, he bit Finn's lip, making him moan.

"Eres todo mio, lindo," Damian pulled away to growl in his ear, "Solo mio. Say it."

"I'm all yours, Papi," Finn breathed, blushing when he heard himself, "Only yours."

"Papi, huh?" Damian chuckled, watching Finn adjust the bulge in his pants before Damian's hand moved to gently wrap around Finn's throat, "What else are you into, cariño?"

Damian rubbed his free hand on the outside of Finn's pants and gave his throat a gentle squeeze, laughing when he felt it make Finn harder.

“In the parking lot?" Finn managed to ask between moans and gasps as Damian continued to play with him, "What are we, teenagers?”

"You really want to walk in on Rhea using Dom for "stress relief"?" Damian asked, gripping Finn's hair and kissing down his neck.

"Dunno - could be hot," Finn admitted, letting out a moan and squirming when Damian sunk his teeth into Finn's shoulder and started sucking.

"Dirty boy," Damian smirked as soon as his mouth was free, moving his hand to cradle Finn’s face, "Tell Papi what else you’re into.”

“How much time have you got?” Finn joked.

“For you, mi amor?” Damian answered, tracing Finn’s lips with his thumb, “Todo el tiempo en el mundo.”

[end part three of three]

[peppermintquartz]

Confession

Post Playroom!verse, G

Regal, Finn, Joe

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Finn comes in armed with a huge but tasteful bouquet of pale lilac and pink flowers that he sets on a chair.

"Oh, Sir. It's so good to see you," he exclaims, hurrying to the hospital bed to hug William Regal gingerly around the shoulders. He sits on the edge of the bed and holds his mentor's cheek in his right hand. "When I heard the news, I flew over immediately. What did the doctors say?"

William leans his cheek into Finn's touch and then turns his head to kiss the heart of the younger man's palm. "I'm fine, dear boy. Not the first time I've been attacked by someone I trusted. The doctors tell me I'll recover in a few weeks. with proper rest."

"I'm glad." Finn studies the older man's face, a slight crease in his brow, as if to read William's mind. "Who was it?"

"It's alright, my dear. I've someone to deal with them already." William smiles, immensely comforted by Finn's presence.

It's a shame that his new protege prefers instant gratification over long-term development, but that' how it was with some people. Not everyone can be a Finn Balor.

He caresses Finn's jaw with his good hand, even though he's not fond of the beard, and then lies back against his pillows to ease the strain in his back, which is still badly bruised. Both of his legs are broken and, at his age, it will be difficult to recover fully. Thankfully, the perpetrator did not complete the job running him over a second time, not that the first hit did not already almost kill him.

To distract Finn from thoughts of vengeance, he asks, "Who came along with you? Seth? Tyler?"

"No, I asked Joe." Finn stands and goes to the door of the private ward.

Joe comes in shortly and makes a face at the flowers being left on a chair. "The least you can do is to put them in a jug."

"I wasn't thinking about the flowers," Finn retorts, though he obediently picks up the bouquet and heads for the bathroom to look for a water container.

Joe stands at the foot of the bed to look at William. His expression is inscrutable. "I'm glad you're doing better."

So much like his father. William glances at the empty chair on the right. "Thank you, Joe. Come, sit next to the bed. Easier to chat that way."

Finn returns and sets the bouquet - all stuck in a jug - on the nightstand. "Is there anything you'd like, Sir?" he asks, falling back on old patterns. It's clear he's upset by the sight of William injured and confined to a hospital bed.

"I'd like some lemon and blueberry scones, darling. There's some good ones in a shop down the street. And pop by Boots for some shea butter hand cream."

Finn smiles and kisses William on the forehead. "I'll be back in a jiffy."

The deliberate attempt to sound like an Englishman amuses William. "Go raibh maith agat, dear boy."

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Joe watches the exchange and waits for the door to shut before he speaks. "Was it the new boy?"

"Like I said, I have people dealing with them." Regal turns his head stiffly to look at Joe. There's a softness and a warmth about his features that didn't use to be there a decade ago. "I'm glad to see you and Finn still together, Joe."

"For a given value."

"For a given value." The older man pauses, and then says, "Do you know why I sent Finn out on a simple errand?"

"You have something to tell me."

"This little incident reminds me that I still owe too much to too many people. And one of the people I owe is you."

Joe studies Regal. He has never liked the man, though he respects him for what he's achieved and admires - grudgingly - his methods in managing the vast network of informants and killers on the Grapevine. After a while, he asks, "What do you owe me?"

"An apology." Regal exhales deeply and his lined face creases with pain. "I knew your father. He was good at his job. Not on the same level as you, but Tagata Siva was still a force to fear."

"I've not heard you speak of him," Joe says, though his heart clenches briefly at his father's nickname. Dancer. Because he loved Joe's mother, who was a dancer when they met.

Regal closes his eyes and presses his lips together. "I... did not dare. Because it was partly my fault he was killed."

Joe does not comment.

"I knew there was a hit on him. I could have warned him. But... Business was business." Regal sighs and opens his eyes, which are clear. "I thought they would take him out when he was on a job, not when he was with his children."

For a brief moment Joe thinks about smothering Regal, but the latter is merely an old man now. An old man who's just been run over by a car, and someone who means a great deal to Finn.

"Business is business, after all," Joe replies.

With a small curl on his lips, Regal says, "I won't blame you if you do kill me."

"What would be the point now?" Joe chuckles quietly. "If I count the number of parents I've killed... Besides, if he didn't die, I wouldn't have become who I am now. Nor would I have the people I have now."

The older man smiles at Joe. "That's very magnanimous. Thank you."

"Nah, you're still an evil motherfucker." Joe grins. "If not for you, that Irish bastard would be a lot less of an ass."

"I thought you like that ass."

Joe snorts. "Only what I get to do to it."

The door to the ward opens and Finn walks in with a paper bag. He frowns at them quizzically when both Joe and Regal start laughing at the same time. "Do I wanna know?"

[spirithybrid]

i wish you could see

[kayah16]

A Finn gif...

@princess3733 @sjwrites22 @hardcorewwetrash @geektastic1100

[loveroflive78]

@flightofnaughtyfantasies @irishaccentsanddaddykinks and all the other Balor Club ladies 😈

[mariworld777]

That beard tho!

[hombresexual2]

¿Cómo será cog3r con este hombre?

[bluedahlia87]

photo credits to owner. 

I never cared for full beards like these until these men. Lord have mercy. The eyes on all four, oh god. 

[daddyhausen]

Hi I requested Demon King Finn Balor absolutely dominating and RECKING his submissive cute thicc girlfriend

i spent three days writing this my god! hope you enjoy !

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• in this hell you are my paradise — finn balor •

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{ masterlists } | { wwe masterlist } | { finn balor masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, plus size reader, demon!balor, reader x demon, body shaming / fat shaming, body dysmorphia, description of injury/death/murder, body worship, oral sex { female receiving }, restraints, overstimulation, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots/creampie, cockwarming

{ word count } — 2.8k

{ genre } — smut/fantasy

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the throne room lined with hundreds, if not thousands of his spectators, all bowed their head submissively to their king, whom sat perched upon his throne, overlooking the grand spectacle that surrounded him, all to worship his presence. he kept you close, kept you stoic upon his thigh, a hand protectively tightening its grip around your waist, hand smoothing over the luscious curves of your hips. 

he’d been rather frustrated these recent weeks, having ruled his kingdom for centuries yet with almost little to show for it. it was not his fault per say, his guards were incompetent, advisers dim-witted and don’t even get started on the lords that ruled just beneath him, all greedy, festering pigs all with disingenuous loyalty bowing at his feet but would just as quickly stab a blade through his back at a moments notice. 

your king became increasingly paranoid, sleep was definitely a hindrance rather than a helper for him. many nights you found him, weapon in hand, whether it be a blade or a rifle, perched stoically by the window frame, staring out into the darkness, ignoring your pleas to coax him back into bed. as for sex, he’d barely touched you since this whole crusade began. 

as the two of you remained sat upon his throne, you noticed a scowl cross his lips, his council none the wiser to their king’s thoughts, not even your tender hand to his cheek could quell the frustrations burning inside him. he gave no reaction where other times he might cup your hand, in his, smoothing his thumb across the back of your palm, offer a gentle smile. this time, nothing. 

he raised his hand, a que of silence for the audience that filled his throne room, your gaze remained fixated on the appendage for a moment, the way he could command his spectators with a single motion, the veins in the back of his palm would twitch with the slightest movement of his fingers, the rings that adorned them, all hand picked and crafted with the most extravagant jewels, it surely was a sight.

an elder member of his counsel waited anxiously at the foot of the staircase leading up to his throne, two guards positioned behind him practically shaking in their armour at what their king would say. he beckoned them forward, with a slow, come-hither motion, the three slowly made their way up the red, upholstered velvet staircase, bowing before their king timidly. 

“speak.” he commanded, a thick accent bellowing throughout his throne room, echoing against the black marble and basalt pillars. the sound caused arousal to swirl in your belly, so much so that you instinctively clenched your thighs together, god what this man could do to you with his accent alone. lucky for you, he was no mere man.

his elder councilman trembled over his words, fidgeting with the air between his fingertips, his beard had greyed more since the time you saw him last, maybe what three, four months ago when your king had his last important sermon. the elder inhaled deeply, trying to calm his nerves before he addressed your king. 

“there have been reports from the west…” he began, eyeing the king quickly before returning his gaze back to the velvet floor. you peered at your love for a moment, scanning his features for any sort of emotion other than aggravation. still nothing, you love as stoic as a frustrated king could be. 

“and..?” your love pressed on, hoping to get some information out of the withered councilman. he stammered, trying to gather his words

“the western kingdoms, they’ve rebelled…” he began, avoiding eye contact with your king.  “they ambushed us…completely eviscerated the army you sent, my king. out of the forty thousand you send, five thousand or so still remain, that is if they haven't already been slaughtered too…”

you felt your love tense in his throne, fist gripping the armrest, while the other did the same to your waist, not hard enough to hurt but hand enough to be able to safely vent his frustrations. you placed a compassionate hand to the back of his palm, in hopes that it would soothe his frustrations in the slightest, it did not, although he did reciprocate the action, albeit, subtly 

“my love…” you whispered quietly, hoping to not cause any provocation from the wandering eyes of his councilmen. he merely exhaled, knuckles turning bone white due to his grip on his throne’s armrests. still your voice went unheard in his ears, almost completely ignored.

“you’ve failed me…” he mentioned to the frail man standing before him, knees about to buckle under his own body weight. you looked on with worry, as your love’s features grew increasingly frustrated, holding onto his hand with a tight grip. it was then you noticed the demeanour change in the eyes of his elder councilman, he was vexed, eyes staring daggers through your mortal being as if you were some type of hindrance without having even voiced your thoughts. 

“with all do respect, my king…perhaps if your attention was more focused on winning this war rather than on a heavy-set harlot, then maybe-”

he did not get to finish his sentence, for the once proud councilman of your king was now a heaping mess of flesh and bone before him. gasping at air, nails clawing at his throat in the hopes that it would retrieve the air trapped in his lungs. his bones contorted, twisting and turning, breaking and dislocating joints. his screams and shrills were spine-chilling, making your blood run cold. the sound and sight was so gruesome that you had to shield your gaze into your love’s shoulder, just waiting for it to end. you peered up at your love, eyes void of colour and emotion, just blackness, letting himself be overcome by the devil that wreaked havoc inside him for the next few moments until that bastard before him laid dead. 

you’d only been introduced to the sight one time prior, a similar occurrence, a peasant insulting your looks, your frame, your curvy figure, throwing loaves of stale bread in your direction as you simply meandered through the courtyard calling you such horrendous names, you promised yourself not to repeat. believe you me, once your love got wind of what happened, that poor peasant never saw the light of day again, in fact he left him hanging from the kingdom gates by his neck, bones contorted, organs spilling from his stomach, it was not a pleasant sight.

the entire throne room fell into an eerie silence at the sight, the scowl still permanent on your lover’s lips, removing the hand from your waist, a silent signal for you to stand with him. he overlooked the crowd, glaring daggers at whoever decided to stare back, a stern warning laid the now dead councilman for anyone else who dares insult you. he took your hand, pulling you close to him rather protectively, quickly exiting the throne room with thunderous footsteps.

he was fuming, eyebrows furrowed, hand wrapped tightly around yours. the only resemblance of your love was the Caribbean blues, staring down the hallway until you’d finally reached the safety of his personal chambers. it was foolish to challenge him, try and test the waters of his depravity. he was a ruthless king, cold and calculated, the very demon that haunts your dreams, leaving a lasting imprint on your each and every waking memory. for you was his everything, his kingdom followed at a close second, you were his being, his lifeblood, the very reason for his existence.  

“my love…” you repeated, in hopes your voice would draw some sense back into him. he sat on the bed beside you, head in his palms, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. he was exhausted, frustrated. with what just occurred plus the countless days without sleep left him a shell of his former self. 

you rested your head upon his shoulder, arms wrapping around his, clinging to him like a lost, scared child. you’d rarely seen him in such a state of rage. you took a moment, allowing him to try and calm his nerves before you spoke. 

“please don’t pay any mind to him, we will win this war-”

“do you really think i give a fuck about this war now?!” he roared, the sight frightened you, making you jolt back slightly, back now resting against the headboard. you avoided his gaze, already noticing his eyes returning to their blackened state as they’d previously been in the throne room.

“don’t you think your punishment was rather harsh..?” you questioned meekly, head now resting upon your knees, hiding your face slightly. he stood up, begging to pace around the confines of his quarters.

“harsh..?” he quipped, having claimed down the slightest after recognising your current state. “my queen, did you not hear what he called you? i should of given him a slower death…”

“its fine…i’m used to it…”

he joined you back on the bed, cupping your cheek gently, thumb wiping the stray tears that had seemed to have fallen down your cheeks. his gaze softened, blackness soon fading from his eyes, returning to the soft glow of caribbean blue. 

“no…you’re never to say that” he grasped your cheeks in both palms, your gaze now fixated on him, pupils blown with such adoration for your love. “my queen, i am going to show you just how beautiful you are”

he kissed you, rather harshly, a small smile he managed to pry from your lips, savouring the sweetness of the kiss. 

“don’t be gentle…” you muttered against his lips, feeling him smirk into the kiss. he pulled away for a second, your vision blinded by a dark haze that fogged his quarters, mouth ran dry with a mixture of worry and anticipation. he was nowhere in sight, it was as if he had vanished into thin air. 

the haze cleared, he remerged, naked, standing at the foot of the bed. it had become apparent that your body had also been stripped of your clothing, tendrils appeared from the darkness at the foot of the bed, his eyes once again overcome by the black void of nothingness, letting his demon once again take control. 

you gulped thickly, tendrils wrapping around your legs, keeping them pried open for his gaze as he positioned himself between your deliciously thick thighs. a third tendril appeared, hovering over your void for a moment, he cocked his head to the side, simply watching it swirl around your sensitive pearl, controlling and manipulating it however he saw fit. you let out a small whimper of pleasure, the tendril was a new feeling, vastly different in texture than his tongue or fingers, yet apply the same amount of such wondrous pressure.

he pried it away momentarily, replacing the sensation with his tongue, a soft moan fell from his lips, the sound rumbling between your thighs. two more tendrils appeared from his back, twirling around your wrists, much as they did in keeping your thighs pried open for him, bound above your head. with you now fully restrained, vulnerable to his tongue, he devoured you, lapping up your sweetness with the long appendage, savouring your taste. 

gentle het was not, your taste was his favourite, sweet yet not overpowering, he shuddered with delight each time it graced his taste buds. his hands half a death drip of your full hips, adding only extra restrained as he fucked you out with his tongue, hastily tracing circles around your sensitive pearl. 

a gasp caught in your throat as he paused for a moment, his tongue barely teasing your clit, blackened eyes peering up at you, soulless and null of empathy. your king was gone, in body not so much the case, but one hundred percent in soul. 

“you taste divine, my queen” his voice held a dark rasp to it, one that would ring so wondrously in your ears. your throat empty of words, only choked cries of pleasure were able to part your lips. his tongue curled inside your warmth, drawing out your orgasm little by little, lips wrapping around your swollen clit, the vibrations of his moans rumbled around the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“my love…” you whined breathlessly, hips following the movements of his tongue, swirling, bucking up against the appendage. your toes curling with pleasure, fists balled above your head, clutching at air. he gave no response, he insisted on devouring you until you were left a shaking mess on his tongue, that was clear in his intentions. your orgasm flooded your veins, pleasured screams burned your throat, sweetness gushing upon his tongue as he hummed in delight drinking you in. 

he pulled away, the tendrils around your wrists and thighs receded behind him. peering up at him with hazy eyes, noticing his beard glossy with your wetness, a sight you could never grow tired of. his breathing coupled with small growls as he re-joined you on the bed, flipping you over so that you were now face down, pretty ass in the air for him. his body close to yours, hot and heated, most of his body weight on his forearms. 

“pay no attention to what anyone says, you’re fucking beautiful and that’s all that matters, my queen” his cock rested at your entrance, teasing your warmth as he slowly slipped himself inside. his thick cock stretching out your walls deliciously, bottoming out as soon as his length fully rested inside you. with a fistful of hair and what seemed be inhuman strength, he pulled you up, know only on your knees, back pressed flush against his heaving chest, free hand smoothing over your luscious curves, fingers dipping in every lovely crevice, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. 

“and you’re all mine…” he breathed out with a low grunt, the sound ringing in your ears, like a wicked harmony, a corruption of your mind. his hips angled back the slightest, allowing you to fully arch back against his cock, feeling his thick shaft fill your tight cunt to the brim, he hesitated for a moment, just admiring the sight. no words left his lips, he already knew you were ready for him, just awaiting his movements. 

with a quick snap of his hips his length buried inside you once more, rhythm fast-paced, rough, violent, animalistic, primal, all such words simply muddled into such exquisite pleasure. words evaded your tongue, each moan met the same rhythm of his thrusts, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, body numb, overcome with euphoria, it was as if you had died and risen to heaven. 

though he was vacant of words, only a single phrase rang from his lips.

“all mine, all mine…” he repeated like a mantra

such sensations were so physically unbearable, in such a delicious way. your vision foggy, hazed with hot tears, salty as they dripped down your cheeks. he was quick to wipe them away, making quick use of his tendrils that he had previously utilised, having them wrap around your waist, holding you close as he brought his hand to your cheek, his thumb smoothing the tears from your skin. 

he kissed you, still keeping that roughness from beforehand, albeit not as violent. it was more reassuring, more comforting, more romantic. 

“m-my, king…” you stuttered against his lips, words muffled as they spilled onto his tongue. he merely hummed into the kiss, his cock moving at such a ferocious speed, wrecking your pretty cunt with ease. release slowly building between your thighs, trembling with such need. 

“cum for me, my queen. cum around my cock” he was not shy with his wants, voicing them to you rather confidently. your back arched, moans heightened to almost a scream, he was a hundred percent sure that those who roamed the corridors at such an hour would hear how well he ruined you. you could not hold on much longer, despite your best efforts, orgasm gushing around his thick cock in such wonderful waves of pleasure, the black silk bedsheets stained with your sweetness as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, effectively bringing on his own. his seed, white hot, filling your void to the brim with such a rough, final thrust. his grip on your scalp faltered, his breath choked with stuttered moans, cum dripping from your void, down his thick shaft. he hummed in delight, planting chaste kisses to the crook of your neck and tops of your shoulders. 

he remained inside you, positioning you so that you laid upon his chest, his back pressed firmly against the headboard, a gentle sight left his lips, one of contentment, peering down at you for a moment before placing a soft kiss to the tip of your head. 

“my queen, you are absolutely gorgeous, don’t you ever forget that”

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[theworldofotps]

finnbalor: 2014-2020 #finnart by finnsstomp

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[specialinterestshows]

The sexy conclusion to my Damian Priest x Finn Balor smut

Warnings for this section: blood, kink (biting, choking, literal fighting/wrestling for dominance, rough/painful sex)

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Wrath (Part 2/2)

The tight grip on Finn Balor’s throat eased, letting him cough and gasp for air, but Damian Priest still kept his hand just below the other man’s beard. His gaze was hungrily fixed on Finn’s face, waiting to hear him submit. Instead, Finn roughly knocks aside the hand on his throat, using his upper body strength to slide out from under Damian just far enough to land a solid kick squarely against Damian’s jaw.

Finn adjusted his pants and stood up as Damian cradled his sore jaw. “I’ll call you whatever I damn well please,” Finn all but yelled. He grabbed a handful of thick hair and kneed Damian in the chest, right in the sore spot where he kicked him earlier.

Watching Damian wince - not a hint of a smile on his rugged face - satisfied Finn for a second, leaving an intense need for more in its wake. Keeping a steady grip on Damian’s hair, he held the man in place as he kicked and punched him repeatedly, abandoning technique and control for the thrill of what felt like sweet revenge. But he planned to make it sweeter.

Finn began pulling up Damian’s shirt, leaving it halfway off in favor of taking off the man’s belt. Damian weakly joked, “You want me so badly, you don’t know where to start, huh?”

Finn held the studded leather belt in one hand and shoved Damian onto his hands and knees with the other. The belt made contact with Damian’s ass as soon as the man was down. The groan Damian let out made Finn chuckle, “What I want is to ruin you.”

He knelt down behind Damian and his hands grazed the man’s muscular torso as they reached around to undo his pants. In the blink of an eye, Damian had flipped over, slamming Finn’s back into the floor. With one smooth motion, Damian took his shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. Finn growled in frustration as Damian pinned him down, both legs in the air, slapping his ass hard before pulling his pants to his knees.

As if being exposed and held down wasn’t humiliating enough, the moan Finn let ring out in the training room as Damian’s finger unceremoniously entered him was so desperate that he may as well have just called the man Papi.

“What were you saying again?” Damian let the weight of his chest keep Finn’s legs in the air as he used his free hand to slide down his own underwear, “Something about ruining me?” Finn twitched and squirmed, trying not to moan or give into the pleasure as Damian started grinding against him.

Finn’s efforts came undone the second Damian lined himself up and slowly started entering Finn. His loud moans were discordant to the humming of Damian’s pleased grunts. Despite Damian dripping with pre-cum, the endeavor began hurting quickly and Finn frantically tried to wriggle away. Pinning down both of Finn’s arms by the wrists, Damian paused, “You know, I’m only halfway in. If you want lube, it’s in my bag by the door,” he gestures the direction with his head, making sure not to let his guard down, “But you’ll have to beg Papi for it.”

“Fuck off,” Finn groaned in response, struggling to no avail. “Suit yourself,” Damian shoved himself the rest of the way inside Finn. The first few thrusts were torture, filling the room with Finn’s screams of agony. Slowly, the screams began to change to frantic moans. “That’s it,” Damian muttered between grunts, “Let yourself enjoy it.”

Finn was fairly certain he had started enjoying himself more because Damian had been rough enough to make him bleed, but in that moment he didn’t care; the lubrication was welcome. Each sensation - both pain and pleasure - made the urgent feeling build inside Finn until he let go of his last bit of self-control.

“Fuck!” Finn moaned, coming all over his own chest and stomach. “Que bueno,” Damian growled, picking up the pace and thrusting harder, “Good boy.” Already sensitive, Finn’s pleasure merged with dull, throbbing pain as Damian fucked him relentlessly. It hurt enough for Finn to start squirming to get free again.

“Stay still,” Damian commanded, leaning the rest of the way forward to bite Finn’s lip hard as his muscles tensed. The metallic taste in Finn’s mouth was accompanied by the vibration of a moan against his lips and the throbbing of Damian’s dick as he came. Letting aftershocks come in small waves, Damian pulled back to admire the man covered in cum and blood underneath him. Finn seemed to be avoiding eye contact now that the endorphins were wearing off, despite the unavoidable fact that he was still pinned and Damian was still inside him.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” Finn could hear the smile in Damian’s voice and was even less inclined to look up. After a few seconds of silence, Finn sighed and muttered, “Get the fuck off me now, will you?”

Damian chuckled, “Not until you beg.”

[end part 2/2]

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sure advertise Finn vs Gorgonzola but you don’t involve Finn in Survivor Series shenanigans??? 

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