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Fiction to Reality - Finn Balor (18+)

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Pairing: Finn Balor x Melaine

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

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

Word Count: 2,179

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My fingers typed fast across the white keyboard.

Click, click, click.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘He thinks I’m a weirdo.’

‘He’s going to break up with me.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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windhamsrotunda · 2 years

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Only Hell Comes

Pairing: Edge (WWE) x Female! Reader

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

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

Word Count: 6,057

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was just a good night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’Not until you make me cum first.’’

Such a tease.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’Goodnight Adam, I love you.’’

‘’I love you too.’’

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

‘’Hi YN. Hope all is well.’’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***SKIP TO MONDAY NIGHT RAW***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He abbreviatedly cut you off.

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

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

‘’You think you know me?’’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘’My Rated R Superstar <3’’

It was Adam.

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

‘’Hello? Babe? Where are you?’’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The minute had passed before you knew it.

‘’Your destination is on the left.’’

‘’Arrived.’’

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

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

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

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

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

Okay...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Evil is what evil does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Patron Saint chapter 23

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-the song for this chapter was in my mind immediately for this fic. The first verse is very Hotch, and the second verse is very much Spencer.

-Spencer needs Alex to put him to bed every night. Maybe then he’ll sleep more.

-of course Alex learned how to pick locks with bobby pins from a book. I feel like when she was little she was constantly doing things with the explanation of “but the character in the book did it!”

-I don’t know why I decided to make Aaron a secret WWE fan, but I think it’s a fun little character quirk. I feel like he started watching wrestling after his mother died and he was left at home by himself so much. Also his favorite wrestler is Finn Balor.

-Fran Morgan is wonderful. I love her. that is all.

-the last section definitely had some edits! I’ve always felt like I could have fleshed that part out a little more.

AND NOW IT’S TIME FOR THE NEW CHAPTER!!!!

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juceynightmare · 1 year

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have you ever thought abt writing abt other WWE wrestlers??

of course! and aew wrestlers too as im a fan of both promotions :D

ive just been a whore for cody since the legacy days and this man has me in a chokehold for forever, this man opened the door and locked it as soon as i stepped inside

as for future writings, i have some austin theory and finn balor fics in mind :D

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Okay! I’ve decided to start up a fic taglist again! I’ve noticed that my work doesn’t really appear in tags or on people’s dash sometimes so I think starting a taglist again is a must.

Like or reply to this post if you’d like to be added. My updates are quite irregular, so there might be radio silence and then all of a sudden you might get bombarded. But I’ll t r y to not spam y’all. 😂😂

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“Chances Are” Ch. 15 (Book 2 In the “Chances” Series) Finn Bálor X OC

Pairing: Finn Bálor X Female OC Summary: After a traumatic childhood and a murder attempt that left her with a heart condition, Miracle Seanoa wants nothing more than to find some peace and fulfillment in her life. Working as a writer for WWE, she's shocked when Stephanie McMahon takes a gamble on her skills and assigns her to a new RAW roster member. None other than Finn Bálor—the man who'd long ago saved her life and captured her heart.

Finn Bálor left his career as a police officer behind in order to chase his true dream of becoming a professional wrestler. Working incredibly hard within NXT, he soon finds himself drafted to Monday Night RAW. He's shocked to see Miracle again, but even more shocked is he to see what a stunning woman she's become.

However, someone else has had his eye on Miracle for a long while. With his infatuation turning to a deep, dark obsession, he's not going to give up on her easily. Finn will have to resort to his past skills as a cop, to protect the woman he loves.

Because if her weakening heart doesn't kill her, her stalker just might... Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: I hate to spoil my story, but I don't want to cause anyone any unnecessary pain either. There will be an attempt at a forced miscarriage in this chapter. If that is a trigger for you, you might want to skip over this chapter.

Also, this is a short chapter folks, I didn't want it to be, but I had to do it this way so I could keep the outline organized right.

Chapter 15

"Mornin' lovey," Finn singsonged under his breath the next morning. He kissed Miracle awake and smiled down at her, taking in the beautiful sight of her face.

"Mmm... Morning, handsome," she returned sleepily, stretching in his arms with a soft groan. "What time is it?"

"About 7:30 in the morning."

"You do realize we've been in this bed not far from twenty-four hours?"

"Best twenty-four hours o' my life," Finn retorted, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Even over being the first ever WWE Universal Champion," she asked with a smile, propping herself up on an elbow.

"Yes, definitely. Wait- How did you know? You've been on vacation all this time," Finn asked, astonishment on his face.

Miracle giggled and flushed slightly, "Stephanie told me before I left on vacation, that I'd be handling your storylines when I returned. She said that they were planning to put the title on you. And plus, I do have a tv, ya know. I've been watching the shows and keeping up with everything for when I come back.

"I like the sound of that-your coming back," Finn replied, lacing his fingers through hers. "When might that be exactly?"

"Well I'm not sure," Miracle admitted. "I still have some recharging to do-I'm staying so tired all the time. And then I have to be careful because of the baby… I can't let anything go wrong. But I'll be back as soon as possible. We'll still see each other, don't worry," she said, cupping the side of his face. She noted the disappointment and worry on his face and added, "It's not because of you, I promise. I told you, I've forgiven you."

He nodded, and kissed her softly. "I understand." He raised up then. "Want to shower and get ready for the day?"

"Sure," she giggled as he proceeded to pick her up caveman style, and carry her into the bathroom downstairs.

After another bout of lovemaking in the shower, they emerged from the bathroom an hour later, clean and ready for whatever the day would bring them.

They made a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon and toast together and sat down to eat. Talking about their day ahead of them, they discussed their plans for the near future.

"I want to take you to the Bray Head in Ireland," Finn announced after a sip of coffee. "I make all my important life decisions there, and well, having a baby is a pretty big life decision."

Miracle nodded with a smile and sipped at her orange juice. "I'd love that. When should we go?"

"There's going to be a show in Dublin in about a month. How about then? I could take you sight-seeing and show you where I grew up."

"I love it," Miracle smiled again. "It's a great idea!"

"It's a date," Finn said. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too."

The two talked through the rest of their breakfast and then cleaned up together. Everything seemed perfect.

The only downside?

Finn needed to leave. He had a show later that night in Sacramento.

"Go be a fighting champion," Miracle told him outside on the porch. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm so proud of you."

Finn beamed from ear to ear, "I'm glad." He reached downward and kissed her. "I hate to leave you."

"But you have to," Miracle told him, fighting sudden tears. Her pregnancy hormones were wreaking havoc on her. "You have a career, Finn. You can't forget it just because of me."

He groaned in frustration then. "I want my cake and to eat it too. Is that asking so much," Finn demanded to no one in particular. It hit him then what he wanted to do. He wanted to propose to Miracle, but not here.

The Bray Head, he thought. It'd be perfect. I'd go up there with her and we'd make the decision together to be the best parents we can be to the baby, and then I'll propose.

His head full of plans now, he looked at her reluctantly.

"I… I've got to go, lass," He said sadly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Miracle said softly. "You have to do this, Finn. You were born to do this."

"I love you," he said, his own eyes glistening with tears. "You're s' perfect."

"And I love you," she told him, "Now go. You'll be late for your flight."

He kissed her again and then headed to his car, looking over his shoulder at her. She waved to him and willed him to get in the car. She truthfully hated for him to leave, but she knew that he had to. Wrestling was what he was supposed to do. Without it in his life, he wouldn't be the man she fell in love with.

She watched as he blew her a kiss through the driver's side window and then he was driving away. She waved again and wiped away a tear as it spilled down her cheek. She missed him already.

He was a long ways down the road when she heard a twig snap to her right. Startled, she spun around, saw nothing. Feeling silly and working at slowing her breathing, she turned around and went back into the cabin.

She began getting her morning chores done. Starting the dishwasher, tidying up the bathroom, making the bed. She smiled, recalling the memories she and Finn had made in this bed as she pulled the duvet up and straightened the bed covers. Despite being pregnant for the past two months, it was technically her first time to fully make love and she knew she'd cherish the memories forever. Because they were with Finn.

So lost in her thoughts was she, that she didn't notice the nearly silent footsteps closing in on her.

She was instantly flung around with no warning. Startled, she lashed out with her fist, punched a ski-masked face. Screaming now, she shoved past him and ran for the stairs. Hurrying down them she ran immediately out the front door and began heading in the direction of her uncle's home.

"Uncle Jeff!" She screamed his name in the hopes that he'd somehow hear her even though she knew she was still too far away.

She heard footsteps close in behind her then. A hand latched onto her hair and yanked her backward. She screamed again and began fighting and struggling as she was pulled back to the cabin's yard.

"Let go of me," MIracle screamed, trying to free her hair from the man's grip. She knew now it must be her attacker. Who else could it be? "Let me go!"

She received a punch in the face that sent her sprawling onto the grassy ground. Her phone flew from her dress' pocket and hit the ground, hard.

"Slut!" the man hissed as he dove on top of her. "You were mine! MINE!"

He pulled a knife from a holster on his black jeans and held it to her throat.

"Pl-please don't… Don't hurt me! I'm pregnant!"

"Pregnant," the man raged. "Pregnant?! You are NOT having his baby!" He growled in her face.

Before she could say another word or put up a struggle, the man lowered the knife and then she felt two hard jabs to her lower belly.

"Oh!" She cried out weakly as the knife penetrated her abdomen. Instinctively reaching for her stomach, she cried out again. "Noo…" She moaned in anguish. "Not my baby…"

"Die, you whore!"

With that, he plunged the knife toward her chest.

She grunted as the knife went into her and she shakily reached up, tugged at his mask till it came off his head. Her eyes widened at seeing who was hurting her.

"G-Gerald…"

"You should have listened to me, Miracle. He was no good for you. It was always meant to be me."

He yanked the knife free and relished in her cry of pain. "You deserve this, MIracle. You had me and I would have loved you always. But you threw it all away."

Miracle sobbed just as her phone rang in the grass. She frantically scrambled for it, but Gerald stood to his feet and picked it up. "Oh, it's Daddy," he taunted. "Wonder what he would say if he could see you right now."

"F-Finn knows it's you…" Miracle croaked out. "You'll never… never get away with th- this…"

"Finn should have stayed here and protected you, shouldn't he," Gerald told her. "He shouldn't have taken off and left you."

Miracle wanted to retort, but speaking was becoming too much a burden to bear. Thinking was too much. She just wanted to go to sleep. It was so cold. Maybe sleep would warm her up.

She was vaguely aware of her phone ringing again.

"Wow, Daddy is persistent, isn't he?" He grinned suddenly, clearly unhinged. "I'm not entirely cruel. Would you like to say goodbye to him?"

Apparently a rhetorical question, Gerald tapped the phone's screen and held the phone to her ear.

"D-D-Daddy…" Miracle cried instantly, latching onto the phone despite her lack of strength.

"Baby? What's wrong," Joe demanded on the line.

"H-help me…."

"Miracle, you're scaring me, honey. What's wrong?"

"G-Gerald…" Her eyes darted up to Gerald's face. She was frightened to see an uncaring smirk on his face.

"Was Finn right?" Joe demanded. "Is he the one who hurt you? Is he there now?"

"St-stabbed me…"

"Oh, God… Baby… hang on! We're getting help–me and AJ! We're gonna call 9-1-1 for you!"

"Tell him you love him, this call is ending now," Gerald said coldly.

"D-Daddy… I love you. Tell everyone I love them, please…."

"Is he still there? I heard his voice! Baby, hang on for me! AJ, tell them to hurry!"

With that, Gerald took the phone from Miracle and tapped the screen again, ending the call.

"Want to say goodbye to lover boy?"

He tapped the screen a few more times and handed the phone to Miracle.

Ring-RIng-RIng

"Hello, love. Miss me already?" Finn greeted, a smile in his voice.

"Fi-Finn…" She croaked out, growing weaker. "Finn... I love you… Should have listened… to y-you…"

She heard him curse over the phone, followed by the squealing of brakes on a gravel road. Then the gunning of an engine. "Baby, what's happened? Is he there?"

"So sorry…"

Gerald took the phone from her again and spoke distinctly into it as he watched Miracle lose consciousness.

"Because of you she's gone."

He hung up and tossed the phone aside.

And then he got out of there.

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling, All Elite Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: AJ Lee/CM Punk, Colt Cabana & CM Punk, Colt Cabana & AJ Lee, Malakai Black | Aleister Black | Tommy End/Zelina Vega | Rosita, Finn Balor | Prince Devitt/Bayley | Davina Rose Characters: CM Punk, AJ Lee (Professional Wrestling), Colt Cabana, Sasha Banks, Bayley | Davina Rose, Big E Langston, Dolph Ziggler, Original Characters, Brad Maddox, Serena Deeb, Becky Lynch | Rebecca Knox, Zelina Vega | Rosita, Malakai Black | Aleister Black | Tommy End, Kofi Kingston, Paul Heyman, Brock Lesnar, Vince McMahon Jr., Finn Balor | Prince Devitt, William Regal, Nakamura Shinsuke, Hideo Itami | KENTA Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Punklee, past trauma, PTSD, Dorks in Love, Abduction, Slavery, Slave Trade, Whipping, Branding, Bad ass women, Auction, Cage Fights, Forced to fight Series: Part 2 of Scorched Earth series Summary:

It has been nearly three years since The Event, a cataclysmic disaster that destroyed every major city in the United States and killed millions of people. Soon after, Hell’s Back Door was founded, a den of sin run entirely by criminals, taking their pick of passing refugees to use however they pleased.

Into this nightmare, CM Punk is dragged in chains, his captors doing everything in their power to break his indomitable spirit. But he knows there is a powerful force out there more ferocious than any fire; AJ Mendez Brooks, his beautiful wife.

All he has to do until she finds him… is survive!

^^^ Chapter 11 is up now!

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Ok peeps. I’m in the mood to write some stuffs. Give me some requests for either Adam Cole, Dean Ambrose, Drew McIntyre, Finn Bálor, Jeff Hardy, Roman Reigns or Seth Rollins. I’m in the mood for Christmas fluff! I don’t do smut, so please don’t ask. Other than that, get at me with some requests!

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spine-buster · 6 years

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Chapter 25 - The Beginning and the End of Everything (Finn Balor)

A/N: IT’S THE END OF AN ERA, Y’ALL!

I cannot thank you all enough for liking, reblogging, and commenting on this story. This was definitely a labour of love, and although the updates at the end were few and far in between (thanks, work, you heartless bitch), I hope you all enjoyed the ride that was Gemma and Fergal. Be on the lookout for some future one-shots with those lovebirds.

I’m going to be taking a bit of a break from multi-chapter fics right now because I am working on developing my next Adam Cole fic -- more on that to come in the future! One shots will still be posted and I’m going to try and write Defensive III in the meantime.

Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart. You guys are the best.

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Fergal was positive he had never been more nervous in his entire life. He wasn’t this nervous the first time he got into a ring. He wasn’t this nervous before his first match. He wasn’t this nervous before any Best of the Super Juniors Tournament, sold-out match at Korakuen Hall, debut in WWE – nothing. That was all trivial now.

Gemma was finally allowed back on the ice.

He knew whatever he was feeling paled in comparison to what she must have been feeling. He knew that she had waited a year for this; that every breakdown, every temper tantrum, every stretch, every squat, every lunge, culminated in this moment. This was the moment for her.

He was with her in Toronto, obviously, for the big moment. Paul had allowed him to take some time off, and he’d be back in Toronto next weekend too, to help with logistical stuff pertaining to Gemma’s hockey camp. It was going to be a busy week, and definitely an emotional week, where a lot of things would change for Gemma. He was almost sure she was ready…and he wasn’t sure if he was ready.

He could feel the excited and anxious energy radiating off of her as they moved about her parents’ house, getting everything ready. Gemma had packed her hockey gear, and chose her Team Canada jersey to wear for the occasion, since it was the jersey she played her last game in. James had already packed it into the trunk of her car – he and Nabilah were taking their own car to the Ricoh Coliseum, where everything was going to go down. Fergal was standing in the living room, holding Gemma’s stick, as he watched her mull about the kitchen filling up her water bottle and contemplate out loud about bringing snacks. She was definitely nervous. The last thing on her mind should have been snacks.

“You almost ready?” he asked softly, taking into account the time. Her coach, Jane, and her teammates from Team Canada were going to be there for 11. It was already past 10 and they needed to drive all the way downtown to get to the arena.

She looked at him like she had forgotten he was in the living room. “Yeah, just about,” she said. “Do you think I should bring an extra water bottle?”

“I’m sure they will have that there.”

“What about Gatorade? I should bring Gatorade, right?”

“Gemma, they’ll have Gatorade,” Fergal smiled. He walked towards her as she opened the fridge, put the old water bottle she had taken out two minutes ago back in, only to pull out another one. “Gemma.”

“It wasn’t cold anymore.”

“Gemma,” he said more sternly so that she would look at him. When she did, he put his hand over hers. “I know you’re nervous, but this is going to be great, okay?”

“I know,” she nodded quickly. “I’m sorry…I’m not usually this…”

Fergal furrowed his brows. “Who’re you kidding? Yes you are.”

Gemma snorted. “Shut up. I’m a basket case, I know, but I’ve never gotten nervous about hockey before.”

“So why are you nervous now?” he asked.

Gemma took a deep breath. Fergal’s earnest baby blues were too much for her to handle at this point, so she focused on the water bottle instead. “It’s…it’s been a year, Fergal. An entire year since I’ve been on the ice…since I’ve played hockey. Do you know how long that is?”

Fergal knew it felt like a lifetime, that it was a lifetime for her. That she was robbed of the one thing she enjoyed most and now it was being given back to her, however small. He nodded his head as she leaned in to kiss her temple. “I know. I know how long it is.”

“This is going to be insane,” she let out a forced chuckle to try and hide the strain in her voice. The tears were already forming. “I’m so happy you’re here to see it.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

She turned towards him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders before giving him a kiss. “I only wish you could have seen me when I was in my prime.”

“That’s where you’re mistaken, Gemma Saad-Fitzgerald,” he kissed the tip of her nose. “You are in your prime.”

“No…I mean like the prime of my career.”

“I mean what I said,” Fergal smiled. “You are in the prime of your career. Just because you’re not playing hockey doesn’t mean you’re not in your prime. You’re starting this hockey camp, you’re giving a once in a lifetime opportunity to thousands of girls across this country…and who knows what else is going to come your way. I would say that’s the prime of a career.”

Gemma scrunched her face to hide back the tears as she his her face in the crook of Fergal’s neck. “What did I do to deserve you,” she mumbled.

“You were you,” he whispered in her ear. “Now let’s go so you can be you again.”

The car ride to the Ricoh Coliseum was eerily reminiscent of Fergal and Gemma’s early car rides through the streets of Orlando. She was mostly silent, looking out the window at all the houses and buildings on the way. The only time she spoke was when she directed Fergal through the streets, bypassing what the navigation system was telling him so they could take the quicker route. Once they arrived, they were ushered to the private parking area. Fergal didn’t bother finding a spot close to the door this time.

Once he parked, he turned off the ignition and looked over at Gemma in the passenger seat. She was staring straight ahead, deep in contemplation. She was mere steps away from the rink – steps away from her moment.

“You alright?” he asked. She nodded her head. He reached across and grabbed her hand in his, stroking her fingers with his thumb. “You wanna go in?”

“Ferg?” she ignored his question.

“Hmm?”

“Before we go in, can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course.”

She took a deep breath, collecting herself before squeezing his hand gently. “I just…I want to let you know…when I started this, rehab…I was so…angry at everything. At the world, at hockey, at my physiotherapist, at you, but most importantly, at myself. And you helped me not be so angry. You helped me remember the good things in life…and you…you helped me…” she began tearing up, her voice cracking, “you helped me smile again. And that’s the most powerful thing anyone could have ever done for me. I know it hasn’t been easy for you – I know how difficult I can be – but you never gave up on me, even when I gave up on myself,” she was crying at his point, her cheeks and eyes red as tears rolled down her face. “So before we go in there, I need you tell you…I need to tell you how much I appreciate you, and admire you…and how much I love you,” she took a deep breath. “I love you so much Fergal. So much. I can’t picture myself with anyone else but you. I can’t picture anybody being able to do what you’ve done. I love you. I love you.”

It was Fergal’s turn to cry. It had taken Gemma a few months to say those words after he said them, but it was worth it. God, everything this past year was worth it. All the highs and lows, the deep talks to the blow-out fights, every phone call, every message, every car ride – he would do it one hundred times over if it meant he could hear those three words come out of her mouth again. “I love you too, Gemma,” he mumbled, leaning over to kiss her. It wasn’t a new sentiment, at least for him – he had kept his promise when he told her that her not saying it wouldn’t make him stop saying it – but now that he heard it once, it was all he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. “I love you so much.”

“I love you. I love you,” she repeated. “And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you for what you’ve been able to do for me.”

“But you don’t have to,” he affirmed. “Being you is enough. You getting to this moment is all the repayment I’ll ever need. Seeing you succeed and be happy is the best thing in the world to me,” he said, kissing her again.

She took a few deep breaths, letting his words sink in. When their tears ceased to fall, she bit her lip. “Ready to go in?”

“Are you ready?”

With a nod of her head and a final kiss, Fergal opened his door.

Fergal firmly believed that what he was witnessing before him was magic. There were no words to describe the happiness, the delight, the exuberance that was on Gemma’s face as she skated along the ice. He remembered the videos he watched of her when she won her gold medal and thought to himself that she might even be happier now than she was then. Her laughs were so loud and infectious, he could hear them from where he sat in the penalty box. Her teammates were all smiles as they skated with her, passing around a puck and taking light shots towards the nets. Media had showed up from some of the major sports outlets to film. On more than one occasion they had gotten in the way of the hockey players, who virtually trampled them over.

“Hey Fitz!” her coach called out. “You think your shot held up?”

The smile on Gemma’s face stretched from ear to ear. “You bet your ass it did.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?” he smirked. “Hey boys!” he pointed to all the cameramen. “You’re gonna wanna catch this.”

Two of her teammates skated back onto the ice with targets that they placed on the net in specific areas. Two at the top, two at the bottom, and one where the goalie’s five-hole would be. They cheered as a bunch of pucks were brought towards Gemma, who set herself up in her regular shooting position. As the cameras rolled, Gemma took pucks and began shooting the targets.

Cheers erupted every time one was hit – and in a mere 15 seconds, it was all over. She’d been able to hit all five targets in only 15 seconds, using only 10 pucks. Her teammates surrounded her in cheers and congratulatory headbutts. Fergal noticed her coach setting up pucks in a pyramid at the opposite end from where he was sitting in the penalty box. He motioned over for another camera man to get in behind the area so he could film. “Hey Gem!” he called out to her again. When she looked his way, he pointed towards the pyramid. “Is that the best you got?”

Fergal watched as Gemma’s face changed from happy to competitive. She saw the challenge and wanted to rise to it. It was apparently easy to hit targets in a net, and she wanted to go one step further.

She pushed five pucks in front of her, organizing them all in a line. Fergal watched in anticipation her first shot, which knocked the top puck off. Her second shot completely wiped out the puck on the left. Her third shot hit the remaining puck so hard it crashed into the glass behind it. Her fourth was a slapshot to the rest of the period, causing it to explode and leaving one sole puck rolling along the boards. With her last shot, with sniper-like accuracy, she shot her last puck and knocked the rolling puck off the boards.

Once she was finished, she looked at her coach with her eyebrows raised. “Still the best shot in the game, huh?” she smirked.

“Atta girl,” Fergal mumbled to himself proudly.

It had been a week since Gemma had gotten back on the ice, and it was like she was a completely different person. Fergal could see and sense the difference the second she stepped off the ice at the Ricoh Coliseum last week. Since then, the two videos of her target practice had gone viral, showcasing just how much of a true talent she still was, despite not having been on the ice for an entire year.

Now, her main focus was the hockey camp. She and Fergal had met with some Hockey Canada executives last night and were scheduled to meet up with John and some guys from the Toronto Maple Leafs for dinner to talk sponsorship opportunities. She had gone out to lunch with her mom earlier in the day before she came back to rest and get read for that night. Nabilah had gone to get her hair done; James was playing a round of golf with his buddies. Gemma was sitting at the kitchen table, painting her nails, while he was sprawled out on the couch, watching TV. It was a rare, quiet moment in a life that was a whirlwind from the moment he opened his eyes to the moment he shut them to sleep.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Gemma standing in the doorway. “Ferg?”

“Hmm?”

She walked over to the couch slowly, sitting down facing him. He pulled himself up from lying down so he could look at her. “We…we need to talk.”

The four words any person walking the earth would dread to hear. He gulped. “About what?”

“When I…when I said I was going out with my mom today, I was lying,” she began.

Sirens began going off in Fergal’s brain. She wasn’t exactly off to the best start. “Okay…where did you go instead?”

“I uh…I went for a job interview,” she revealed.

“A job interview?”

“Yeah. With Hockey Night in Canada.”

Fergal calmed down considerably, but there was still some skepticism on his part. “Okay…”

“About a week ago, they had called me and asked me to come in. I didn’t tell you because I had no idea what it was about. I thought maybe they just wanted an interview after those videos went viral. But they…they asked me to be on Hockey Night in Canada.”

Fergal could barely process the words that were coming out of her mouth. She had known about it for a week? Hockey Night in Canada? “Gemma, that’s amazing,” he finally let out.

“You think so?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed. “Gemma, Hockey Night in Canada is like…an institution. This is…this is like everything you’ve ever wanted as a kid, besides being a hockey player. This is your dream.”

“It is…this does mean a lot…” her words sounded unsure. Fergal became nervous at how hesitant she sounded about this. “But I’m putting what it means to me aside for now, okay? It just means a lot in general. It means I’m going to be based in Toronto long term. It means both of my jobs are here. It means that I can’t move, even if I wanted to --”

“Gemma --”

“It means that you’ve gotta be willing to be here. To move to Toronto,” she deadpanned, her voice quivering. Fergal knew there were tears coming because she had already thought about how this talk would go in her head. She’d give the proposition to him. He’d say no. They’d break up. She’d be alone and lonely. She’d work her job, and be happy about it, but her personal life would be void. He’d go on working in the WWE. Soon, they would become distant memories for each other. One day, down the road, she’d flip on the TV and WWE would be on, and she’d see him in the ring, and remember their short, fleeting relationship. But it would all be over.

“So if you’re not committed, I need to know now. Before anything goes forward. So that I know where we stand.”

“Gemma…” he said softly, holding both her hands in his. “I’ve been committed from the beginning.”

She came to a slow realization of what he had just said. “So you’ll stay.”

“Yes.”

“You’ll move to Toronto.”

“Yes.”

“You’ll…you’ll…” she tried to get out, but tears interrupted her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Fergal embraced her.

When she broke down and cried into his shoulder, grasping at him as if he would float away, he realized the magnitude of what had just happened. It was what happened over the last week, really, that culminated to this moment, to her crying on his shoulder, overjoyed. She had said ‘I love you’ before she knew anything official about his willingness to move to Toronto for her. She had exposed herself, made herself vulnerable, made herself susceptible to heartbreak, all before she knew his decision. She had taken the biggest, greatest risk of her life, not knowing if it would lead her to sadness or happiness.

She hadn’t let fear get in the way of making a decision. And it had the best payoff.

“I feel like I’m walking into Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory,” Gemma declared as Ron MacLean escorted her and Fergal throughout the Hockey Night in Canada studios. She had called that morning to let them know her decision, and not even ten minutes later Ron had called her, offering to show her around her new workplace. She ‘dragged’ Fergal along, but he was just as willing as she was. After all, he wanted to see where his girlfriend would be working a majority of the year, and he wanted to meet her colleagues.

“It is a bit magical, isn’t it?” Ron nodded his head as they walked on set. “Elliotte should be here any second to give you the crash course in teleprompter reading. Why don’t you take a seat?”

Gemma looked at Ron like he had two heads. “You serious?”

“Better get used to it now, right?” he smiled.

As Gemma walked around the desk, taking everything in, Fergal had to stifle his laugh. She really did look like a kid in a candy store. Soon a man emerged – Elliotte, probably – who began to talk to her all about the set up and production, pointing out each microphone, camera, and teleprompter on set.

As Fergal stood off to the side, watching Gemma take it all in, Ron ended up standing beside him. “You must be Fergal, Gemma’s boyfriend,” he extended his hand.

Fergal loved how when he was in Canada, he was simply ‘Gemma’s boyfriend’. “That’s me.”

“The wrestler,” Ron went on. “I saw you at the NHL Awards. PK Subban told me who you are.”

Fergal chuckled. “Yeah, PK and I are making a buddy-cop movie. The Rock is going to produce it.”

Ron shook his head. “That boy comes up with the craziest ideas. But hey, he did tell me a little bit about you. Guy from Ireland? Lived in Japan? Moving to Toronto now?” Ron smiled. Fergal nodded his head at it all. “You must really like Gemma. No Irish guy I’d know would choose to go through Canadian winters.”

Fergal chuckled, but kept his eyes on Gemma looking at the teleprompter and messing up her lines already. The smile that took up half her face stretched from ear to ear. “I know. It’s not the easiest or the most straightforward of paths. And Gemma…this past year. She hasn’t been the easiest or the most straightforward either. But I love her. And she loves me. And that’s the beginning and the end of everything.”

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ricdemption · 5 years

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Comments - Finn Balor

Word count: 3058

Genre: It’s just fluff and like a lil bit of angst? But not a lot.

Pairing: Finn x unnamed reader

Warnings: None really, there is a mention of insecurity and that’s about it really?

A/N: So this is based on a picture that Finn posted probably a couple of weeks ago now(?) and a conversation I had with @itsreigns about it.

Your phone pinged, lighting up with the notification that Finn had made an Instagram post. You kept them on because you always loved seeing his posts and seeing small updates of what he was doing at that moment without bothering him by calling constantly. The post blew you away because you could not get enough of his eyes. You absolutely loved them and you would never get tired of seeing the ice blue irises you loved so much. They practically shined like diamonds and the bright blue beanie only made them pop that much more.

You turned off your phone and got back to your document, sitting and waiting ready for you to continue with the assignment you had to finish off. Being completely in the zone and wanting to just get the last couple of lines finished, you didn’t hear the door open or close or the slight clang of keys dropping into the ceramic bowl. But you did hear him call out for you, “I'm home now love.” Though he wasn’t as excited or enthusiastic as usual, you figured he was just tired and didn’t have a lot of energy so you didn’t mention it.

“In the living room!” You called back out as he came into sight and sat down next to you propping his legs up next to your on the mahogany coffee table his parents had bought as a housewarming gift for your first home as a married couple. “Nearly done, just got a couple of lines to add on and then I’m done yeah? Then we can have a nice night in!” You spoke excitedly.

“It’s alright love, take your time. This is important.” He spoke, nuzzling his head into the curve where your neck and shoulder meet, pressing light kisses into the skin.

Sighing, you rubbed your cheek against the top of his head, wrapping an arm around him. You loved it when he got clingy because his mannerisms were borderline childlike, not that you minded. Finishing off the last couple of lines, you closed your laptop and set it down beside you, allowing him to drop his head into your lap, allowing you to massage his head and scrape your nails ever so gently against his scalp. You knew this would relax him a little bit and just allow him to cool down and rest for a minute.

Soon enough he turns, pointing his face towards the high ceiling and slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust once again to the light pouring in through the vast windows covering the expanse of your living room. He turned to look at you and you felt sad when you saw the sadness in his eyes.

“My love, what’s wrong? You look sad. Did someone say something? Do something?” You wanted answers but you didn’t want to overwhelm him or make him feel uncomfortable so you slowed down and just let him mull over your questions.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just been a long day that’s all.” He replied, adding a small smile that wasn’t fooling you for even a second. You had known Finn for so long even before you began dating and eventually getting married that you knew him and his expressions like the back of your hand and the little smile he gave was not fooling you for a second.

Now you really wanted to push on to see what had got him looking so down in the dumps but you also wanted him to come to you on his own. You weren’t going to force him to open himself up to you when he maybe wanted a bit of privacy. He abruptly lifted his head from your lap, getting up and going to your bedroom by the sound of the squeak that the door was known to make.

Sighing, you thought over your options, you could go upstairs and demand that he tell you what was going on or you could allow him some space to deal with whatever was going on privately and ask him about it a bit later. Deciding on the latter, you moved to the kitchen, to begin preparing a small dinner for both of you.

Upstairs, Finn is sitting with his head in his hands, deep in thought, before an idea strikes him. He opens his laptop up and gets to work researching and noting any particular details he deems necessary. He hated the feeling of disgust and anger at his teeth and even more so when the comments on his most recent post came flooding in.

By the time dinner was finished, it had been about an hour, and Finn was still up in your bedroom. You headed through the open plan living room and kitchen to go upstairs and call him down for dinner. You knocked lightly on the door before pushing it and saw Finn quickly close the laptop at your presence. That was certainly odd. You and Finn never hid things like this from each other and it was weird for him to be acting like this but you wanted him to have his privacy so you refrained from commenting on his actions.

“Dinner’s ready my love. You want to come down?” You spoke softly and calmly.

“I’m not really hungry right now babe. I’ll eat later yeah? You go ahead without me, I don’t mind!”

You stuck a smile on your face, wanting to be understanding that he was clearly going through something, giving him a small kiss before going down, plating up some food for yourself before sitting down by yourself at the breakfast bar. Your mind was running at a hundred miles per hour and you could barely think about the food in front of you, as your focus was aimed only towards the man settled in your bed upstairs.

Soon enough, you had finished eating, cleaning up, doing the washing and watched an episode of your favourite show on Netflix before heading upstairs again to check on Finn. What you found was certainly an adorable sight as his glasses remained perched on his nose but his eyes were shut, shallowed breathing and his laptop shone a light onto his face in the dimly lit room. You chuckled at how adorable he looked all curled into himself.

Crawling onto the bed, you take the laptop, intending to close it instantly and put it on the dresser but something catches your attention. Several tabs were open, all regarding some form of dental treatments, ranging from veneers to teeth whitening and you wondered why on earth Finn would be looking at those when he had near enough perfect teeth. You wondered if this was why he seemed so down and made a harsh mental note to ask about it subtlely tomorrow.

The laptop rested on the dresser and you gently pulled the glasses off Finn’s face, folding them and putting them on his bedside table. He groaned at the movement of you trying to take his pants and shirt off and trying to get him into the duvet so you could both go to sleep and eventually, you got yourself and him situated comfortably in each other's arms. His breaths became even again as he fell back to sleep whilst your mind kept running, worried about your husband.

You figured staying up thinking about it wouldn’t help but being well rested when you discussed this tomorrow would and so you cuddled further into the warmth that Finn provided and fell into your slumber.

The sun pouring into the room, filling it with light through the slight gap in the curtains and you just wanted to ask Finn every question racing through your mind but you knew that bombarding him would only get him to close up, even more, you had learnt that the hard way previously.

Getting out of bed, you slipped on your fuzzy slippers to protect your feet from the cold floorboards and tiles around the house and decide to make some breakfast.

After banging around in the kitchen for a little while, the pancake batter was ready and you poured the batter into the pan spreading them out into large circles, ready to be topped with strawberries and chocolate chips. The plate of pancakes began to grow steadily until you had enough for you and Finn to share in bed. Putting it on a tray with some juice, you headed back up to the room and pushed the door ever so slightly, the squeak making your presence known.

Setting the tray on your bedside table, you sat down and gently ran a hand through Finn's hair whilst the other stroked his cheekbone, coaxing him out of his slumber.

“Come on my love, breakfast is ready for you” You whispered in his ear.

With an incoherent groan, he began stretching around lightly in the bed. Popping a couple of muscles out of their locked position. “Mmm too early love.” He grumbled.

You snorted before replying, “it’s nearly 11, babe. You gotta get up.” He honestly looked adorably rumpled from his sleep and it was incredible. You loved it and him so much.

“Come on. Get some food down you.” You spoke again turning to get the tray and bring it into his lap, once he sat up against the headboard.

Soon enough, the number of pancakes began to shrink as you both ate, chomping on strawberries and the sweet goodness that were chocolate chips. Once you were both done, you put everything back on the tray and placed it back downstairs before coming back up. When you came back, Finn was sitting at the edge of the bed facing the wardrobe cabinets in front of him.

He seemed to have been okay once he woke up but now that everything was quiet and there was nothing to occupy him, it seemed he had fallen back into his sullen mood from yesterday. You figured now was as good a time as any to bring it up and so you did. “You okay? What’s the matter?” You questioned from the doorway.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing love I’m fine, don’t you worry.” It seemed like he had just been ripped out of a trance or a chain of thoughts and you knew that you had to keep going otherwise this wouldn’t get any better and it would just fester away which most certainly wasn’t healthy for him or you.

“Are you sure? You know I’m here if something’s happened. I am your wife and I am going to listen to you. Now, what’s going on?” That appeared to be enough to break the dam as you came closer to hold to head in your hands, tilting it up to look at you before tears began running down his face as if it was a race to see which one could reach the end fastest.

“Oh, honey! What’s going on? What’s wrong huh?” You pulled his face into your midsection, rubbing a hand to the back of his head and another up and down his back to comfort him.

“It’s okay, baby! Everything is going to be okay I promise and I’ll help you but you gotta tell me what it is yeah?” He continued to sob into you, back shaking as he tried to heave in mouthfuls of oxygen. “Okay come on now, why don’t you take deep breaths with me yeah? Let’s do that,” as his breathing slowed down to a more relaxed pace, you spoke again, “can you count with me? Here I’ll start ready? In one, two, three, four and hold for two and then out five, six, seven, eight.” You continued counting with him for a couple of minutes to help even out his breathing further.

Once he had composed himself, you spoke again, sitting down next to him, still rubbing his back, “what’s going on sweetheart? You’ve been off since you got home yesterday and I wanted to ask you about it but I thought I’d give you a bit of time to process or whatever before I bombard you with all my questions...”

He didn’t say anything or even look at you, simply moved to find his phone preferring to show rather than tell. He opened up the comments section on his latest Instagram post and handed the phone to you. Scrolling through, horrible comments all about his teeth and the fact that they may need a clean or that he should go and see a dentist were visible. You were disgusted that people were writing such nasty comments about something that really did not concern them.

“I… I can’t believe people are writing these kinds of things. Is this why you were searching for dental treatments yesterday?”

“How… How did you know about that?” He seemed embarrassed and that was certainly not your intention.

“You fell asleep with the laptop open, I didn’t mean to snoop but I got curious. Regardless, I just want you to know that I love you very much and if you want to get something about you changed then I am going to support you 100%. I promised you that when I married you. But I also just want to make sure that you’re doing this because you genuinely want to, not because other people are saying that this is wrong with you. Nothing is wrong with you in the slightest. You are free to do whatever you want and don’t let these stupid bullies sitting behind a stupid screen dictate what you do with your life. If you want to do this, then I am going to be there every step but I just want to make sure that this is, in fact, your choice and not somebody else influencing your decision.”

After your speech had concluded, he turned a gave you a tight hug as if to show his appreciation for your love and confidence in him. He let go before speaking, “I don’t know if I want to do this just yet but I have been thinking about it for a while and then when I saw the comments on the post, I just felt like shit because it confirmed my suspicions that my teeth look horrible.”

“Well I completely disagree and I think you are perfect but if you want, why don’t we just book a consultation and you can at least get some information before you commit to it? That way, you are making an informed decision and you know what you’re getting yourself into?” You answered.

“Yeah, I think that might be the best option at the moment.”

“Okay, why don’t we just spend the day researching the best place and book some consultations then yeah?” You grabbed the laptop and opened it up to begin researching.

By the time you had found suitable places of treatment and had booked appointments with them all, it was time for lunch so you both went down to the kitchen to get something ready. You decided on a pasta salad which was quick and easy, gathering all the ingredients, you both began cutting the salad while the pasta boiled on the stove.

Once it had all been put together, you both ate in a comfortable silence occasionally discussing what would be happening during mania week and what point you would be meeting up with him during the week. You both cleaned up, him washing while you dried the dishes and then settled on to the sofa to catch up on some tv.

A couple of minutes into the episode, he turned to you and quietly spoke, “thank you, my love.”

You turned to face him confused, “I mean you’re welcome, but what for?”

“Just everything. For being my everything and loving everything about me, even the part I don’t love myself. You’re always so supportive and you prove to me time and time again why I love you and why I married you. You always know how to make me feel better and I just… I love you so much. I don’t know how else to tell you but I really love you so much and I don’t know what I did to get you but I am never letting you go.”

About a quarter way through his speech, you had started crying from the overwhelming feeling of love that just oozed out of him and was entangled within his words which went straight to your heart. You crawled into his lap and slinked your arms around his neck and shoulder, burying your face into his chest.

After a couple of moments just sitting comfortably together, you wordlessly got up and went to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. It had the nice big tub which could fit you both easily. While setting the water to start filling up, threw in some bath salts and a bath bomb and lit the candle on the window sill you heard Finn call out for you to which you replied, “just a second!”, before going back down and sitting back in his lap as if you had never gotten up. He looked adorably confused and it just made you want to wrap him up in a blanket from everything horrible in the world.

Between kisses pressed softly to his jaw and lips, you spoke, “I love you so much. With all my heart and I am never going to stop. Come on.”

“Where we goin’ love?” He asked, but his question was answered as he heard the running of water and you stopped in front of the closed bathroom door (you liked to keep the door closed because it made a nice sauna-like steamy warmth in the room when you walked in.

You silently began to strip and Finn followed getting into the tub as you reached to turn the tap off.

“Is it warm enough?” You asked.

“Great but would be better if you were in with me..”

“I’m coming I’m coming give me a second!”

You stepped in behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Love you..” You mumbled into his shoulder.

“Love you too darlin’. So so much.”

“I’ll bet I love you more.”

He turned to pull you in front of him so that you were face to face before answering, “not possible, I promise ya love.”

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Brats Have More Fun (Ch.4/?) (18+ Fic)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Pairing(s): Finn Balor/Fem. Reader

Summary: Bratty Reader has a tough day at work and takes it out on Finn. Sometimes punishments aren't what a bratty sub needs, and luckily Finn knows that...

Tag(s): 18+, bratting, Dom/sub dynamic, oral sex (f receiving), a bit of angst, fluff.

Chapter Word Count: 1,090

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I tried not to think about the incredibly shitty day I had at work today.

I really did.

But the second I got home to my boyfriend and Dom, Finn who had a couple of days off from his own job, I knew it was hopeless.

I was irritated with my now former boss and with the rest of the world, and Finn was unfortunately going to have to deal with it.

Still, I greeted my boyfriend when I walked into our home, kissing him on the lips and answering vaguely when he asked how work was.

Finn could tell that something was off. It was written all over our faces and Finn wasn’t having my attitude.

I didn’t wanna talk about it. I didn’t even wanna think about it.

But my brain and my mouth had other plans and Finn was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Grab me a water while you’re in there, babe.” He said as I walked towards our kitchen.

That… that set me off.

I usually took orders at work.

From customers, from my boss, etc.

So, for me, putting up a bit of a fight at home with my boyfriend/Dom felt like the most natural thing in the world.

But Finn would quickly realize that today was different.

I was looking for some release that I knew I should ask Finn for, but I just didn’t know how.

“Why don’t you get up and get it yourself?” I scoffed, immediately feeling terrible.

Yet secretly a spark of excitement erupted in my chest as I heard Finn’s footsteps immediately following me into the kitchen.

“What?” I heard him ask.

“You heard me, Sir. Get it your damned self. I’m not your maid.” I responded, shrugging as my defiant gaze met his stormy features.

“Who said anything about you being my ma-…” Finn trailed off, suddenly grabbing my wrists.

He practically dragged me to our room, quite literally kicking and screaming, before he picked up my wriggling body and carried me the rest of the way.

I let out a soft ‘oof’ as Finn deposited me unceremoniously onto the bed, both of us starting to pant as we struggled for control until he straddled my torso.

He had much more muscle than I did, and honestly, the day at work left me too exhausted to really put up a fight.

Another red flag for him.

“Are you ready to talk, love?” Finn asked softly, in a sweet tone I wasn’t really prepared for.

Shit.

No.

I could feel a knot in my throat, and I immediately cleared it away, willing my eyes not to water and Finn’s eyes softened even more, making me even angrier. But I knew it wasn’t gonna last.

“Talk about what, Finn?” I snapped but it was as half hearted as the warning Finn replied with.

“Enough… I know something’s wrong, darlin’. Was it your boss? Did he do something?” He asked and that opened up the floodgates.

Tears poured and poured from my eyes and onto the pillowcase at an alarming rate no matter how much I wiped my eyes once Finn let my wrists go.

He carefully lifted himself off my torso and pulled me closer to his chest and I felt myself melt almost immediately.

“…I quit. I couldn’t take his shit anymore, so I quit.” I finally confessed. “Now what the fuck am I gonna do? I hated that job- he was a raging dickhead but-“ I sobbed but Finn gently shushed me and kissed the crown of my head several times.

“Now, we’re gonna calm down, and you’re gonna relax-“ Finn said, his tone and gaze now playful as I shot up from his chest to look at him.

He never did take life all that seriously and that was partly why I was head over heels for him.

In this moment I needed the reminder that things would be fine. And that I did the right thing in quitting.

He chuckled, rubbing my arms and my back.

“Lay back, love.”

For once I did what I was told, though I was still slightly perturbed by the fact that I wasn’t being punished.

I let Finn peel off the pj’s I had changed into upon returning home early from work and I softly bit my lip as he slowly spread my legs, trailing soft kisses along my inner thighs and along my abdomen.

His beard grazed over my ticklish stomach, making it visibly flutter and causing him to smile.

I matched his smile as I looked down at him and I grasped one of his hands in mine, gasping softly as his mouth began to trail over my waiting pussy.

My eyes fluttered shut and my back arched as Finn’s tongue teased along the outside of my pussy before he brought his tongue up toward my clit and back again, chuckling as I let out a soft whine.

But I didn’t urge him forward.

No, I wanted to bask in this for once.

The slower pace felt like a nice change of pace despite my impatience, and I secretly loved the way Finn was taking care of me, making my accelerated thoughts settle and focus on something much, much better, and sweeter.

Him.

I sighed deeply, sinking into our bed as his mouth finally closed over my clit, sucking lightly even as his tongue began circling that little, tiny switch that made my toes curl.

“Fuck…” I whined, clutching Finn’s hand firmly with one hand and holding the back of his head with the other and he slowly and with all the patience in the world, tasted me.

“There we go… I know you need to destress, love, and I’m happy to do that for you.” he said, pulling his mouth away from between my legs momentarily and replacing it with his fingers.

I could feel his eyes on me without even looking and when I opened my eyes for all of a second and locked them with his.

My thighs trembled at the sight of Finn’s quirked lips as his fingers slowly pumped in out of my inviting pussy.

“I’m such a good Dom- such a good boyfriend. Aren’t I, baby?” Finn chuckled as my body began to writhe even more.

“The best...!” I moaned.

As I finally reached my peak with a choked off scream, a kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind my eyelids as Finn mouth slowly toyed with my clit once again, intensifying the onslaught of sensations coursing through my body…

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“Chances Are” Ch. 14 (Book 2 In the “Chances” Series) Finn Bálor X OC

Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: Implied sexual situations

Chapter 14

Miracle had just finished dressing in a long-sleeved teal-colored dress and beige sandals when she heard a car pull up in the driveway. Hurrying down the stairs, she looked out the window at the staircase and saw Finn climbing out of an SUV.

"He's here," she thought out loud. Butterflies welled up in her stomach and she went down the remainder of the stairs, opened the front door and stepped out on the porch, a bright smile on her face.

FInn raced to the porch and wasted no time in swooping her up into his arms and spinning around with her in his tight embrace. She giggled, and then was set on her feet right before a warm mouth descended and claimed hers. Finn groaned into the kiss and deepened it, searching out her tongue with his own. "Missed ya," he mumbled into her mouth.

"I missed you too," she confessed between his fervent kisses. "So much." She pulled him closer and kissed him in return. "My life hasn't been the same without you in it."

"Then why'd ya run, love," he asked, reaching up and lightly caressing her face.

"I needed to," she said softly. "It was hard to do but it was necessary. I had to clear my head and try to get over what you did."

"And did you?"

"My head is clear. But no, I'm not "over" what you did. I don't know if I ever will be, Finn. But I forgive you of it. I-I… I love you."

Her face flushed and she started to look downward till Finn took her chin in his hand and tilted it back, making her meet his eyes. "I love you, too. And I swear on my life, Miracle… I'll never hurt you again."

Then his mouth was on hers again and he was pushing her back against the wall. His hands roamed over her whole body, as if he couldn't touch her skin soon enough. His hand reached up and undid the braid in her hair. Anchored her head in place by curling his fingers into her hair and tugging. "Love your hair," he murmured, as he kissed her. "So beautiful."

Miracle pulled him closer and wound her arms around his neck as he continued to kiss her. One of his hands locked her wrists over her head. The other hand reached upward and cupped her neck. Her breath trembled past her lips as he gently squeezed it, ran his thumb over it. A slight whimper broke from her throat then.

"Yeah, ya like d'at, love?"

She nodded immediately.

"Should we take this to the bedroom," he asked, kissing her again.

She nodded once more and he backed her into the front door of the cabin. Once inside, he booted the door shut and reached behind him, locking the door, his mouth never leaving Miracle's.

Then he was stooping down and lifting her up into his arms, carrying her to the master bedroom upstairs.

"Miracle, make no mistake," Finn started, as he ascended the stairs, "When I lay you down on that bed I'm going to make ya mine, once and f'r all. If you have a problem with that, let me know now."

"I have no problem with that," she said, cupping his face in her hand as he reached the second level of the cabin. "But I do have something to tell you first that could possibly change your mind."

"Impossible," Finn chuckled as he booted the bedroom door shut, and laid her on the bed. "There's nothing going to stop me from making love to ya right now."

"I'm pregnant."

He froze for an instant, and then laid her down on the bed, shock registering on his handsome face.

"You're pregnant?"

"Yes, and it is yours. The morning we were making out, remember what happened?"

"I trust you, love. I know it's my baby." He looked troubled and Miracle feared the worst.

She started to rise from the bed. "I just wanted you to know. I don't expect anything from you. It was as much my doing as it was yours, so-"

She was silenced by his finger covering her lips. "We had a deal, lass."

Her forehead wrinkled in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I laid you down on this bed. I'm making love to you."

"But I thought-"

"You're thinkin' too much, love," he whispered, moving closer to her. "The only reason I hesitated is I'm worried about you. Can you safely deliver a baby?"

She felt the need to be honest with him. "I don't know. But if I can't, there'll be a baby girl or boy who needs their father."

"I can't lose you, MIracle."

"I'm gonna try my best to stay on this earth, Finn Bálor. But if I can't, I need you to do a couple things for me."

"What's that?"

"I need you to help me make this the most amazing last seven months I could ever ask for," she replied, pulling his face toward hers. "And I need you to be a father to our child." Her mouth touched his, and that was all it took to ignite Finn's passion.

"And I need you to stay alive for the next 80 or so years," Finn retorted between kisses. "Can't lose you." He laid down beside her on the bed and pulled her close to him. "I refuse to lose you." His gaze locked on hers then, "I'm thrilled, ya know? Just scared. For you."

"Let's worry about it later, Finn," she told him, working his t-shirt up over his head. "I have something else on my mind right now." She pulled the shirt off him and then chuckled when his hair got mussed. She reached up, ruffled it playfully. "We're going to be a family."

He leaned down, kissed her softly, trailed his lips to her jawline and down to her neck as he began unbuttoning the front of her filmy dress. Then his mouth was dusting soft kiss after soft kiss down each new flash of skin that was exposed. He reached her stomach where there were just the slightest tell-tale signs of a baby bump. "Hi, baby," he cooed under his breath, pressing a light kiss to her swelling stomach. "I love you already."

Tears stung Miracle's eyes at the tender display. Could I love this man any more, she wondered.

Finn glanced up at her face and noticed the tears. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. What did I do?"

"Tears of happiness," she whispered softly. "I'm so happy that you're glad about the baby."

"Of course I'm glad about the baby," Finn replied. "We're going to be amazing parents." And with that, his mouth was on hers. He used his hands, mouth and body to take her to heights unknown.

When he saw how exhausted she appeared, only then did he stop.

"I love you," Miracle whispered tiredly, running her fingers up and down Finn's back. "So much."

"Love ya too," Finn replied, pulling her closer to him, kissing the tip of her nose. "Ya have no idea how much I love ya." His tone went playful then. "I believe d'at I've marked ya as mine, love. No one better touch ya from now on." His lips lightly ghosted over the purplish mark on her neck then. "They'll answer to me if they do."

Miracle moaned softly and stretched like a contented feline. "If you keep that up, you're gonna have to make love to me again."

"Not a problem, lass," Finn said, kissing her neck again. "I plan to anyway..."

And with that, he proceeded to cover her body with his.

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