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dirtywrestling · 9 days

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High School Mizfit - Finn Balor (18+)

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Pairing: Teenage!Finn Balor x Teenage!Melanie

Summary: Melanie falls for the bad boy of the school, Finn Balor.

Warnings: Fluff! High School, Finn and Melanie are like 17 or 18, Foul Language, Bullies, Ditching School, Smoking.

Word Count: 2,546

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Senior year, the last year of High School, an end of a chapter before college, a beginning of a new. Just a few more credits and I’d be out of High School forever! Walking into the school, I walked down the crowded hallway towards my first class of the day, English.

My shoulders collided with other students as I made my way down the busy hallway. Entering the classroom, I took my seat, and the bell rang. The day has officially started. “Alright everyone, please pull out your homework I assigned you yesterday.” Grabbing my bag beside me, I pulled out my English notebook along with the assignment I worked most of the night on. I pulled out a pencil and placed it beside my paper. I patiently waited for the teacher to give us the next instruction.

The teacher came around collecting the papers. “Mr. Balor, you’re late.” Mrs. Ottoman spoke out. I looked over towards the entrance of the room to see Finn Balor walking into the classroom; one strap of his book bag was over his shoulder and his leather jacket hugging him tightly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Finn murmured, making his way towards his seat.

“Do you have a tardy note?” The teacher asked, hand on her hip.

“Nope.” Finn plopped down in his assigned seat, next to me.

“Well Mr. Balor, I’m sorry to say but you have detention after school today.”

“Whatever.” Finn grumbled, his eyes called upon the top of the desk. I looked at Finn, his hair was a bit messy as if he just got out of bed but that was just his style. His eyes seemed to have dark circles underneath as if he hadn’t slept in days. His scent was strong. He smelt of cigarettes, leather, and musky cologne. My eyes met his greenish blue eyes and were now staring at me. “What?” He snapped.

“N- Nothing.” I shuttered at his aggressiveness. I quickly looked away and fiddled with my fingers. As the class went on, the teacher gave everyone instructions on what the next assignment was. She wanted us to read two chapters of Lord of the Flies and write a summary about what we read. I already read the chapters last night. It helped that I read the book last year, just for fun, so the book was fresh in my mind. I wrote down my summary, which was a couple of paragraphs. When I finished writing, I placed the summary in my English folder and placed my things back into my book bag. I pulled out my Harry Potter book that I was reading, it was one of my favorite series to read just to pass the time. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Looking behind me, I saw the popular girl, Beth, and smiled at her. “Hi Beth.” I waved. “What’s up?”

“Yeah, hi. I was wondering what those chapters of Lord of the Flies were about?” She placed a fake smile on her glossy lipstick lips.

I frowned with an arched brow. She never wanted to talk to me but wanted to know what those chapters were about. “Hmm, I think you should just read them and find out.”

“Yeah, hmm listen.” She popped her lips. “I’m on the cheer squad, which I’m sure you know because I’m the head cheerleader and I have a game to cheer at tonight which I don’t have time to read about gross flies. So, it’d be really hard for me to read those chapters and write a summary before tomorrow, ya know?” She explained, trying to encourage me to tell her the summary.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have enough time during lunch or your free class?” I bit my lip, not wanting to continue this conversation anymore.

“Listen, bitch.” She snarled.

“Hey.” A man’s voice erupted. “I think she said she doesn’t want to fucking help you.”

I looked over at Finn and then quickly back at Beth. “I- I didn’t mean it like that but I think you should read the book, it’s very interesting.”

“No, that’s what Melanie means now shut the fuck up and start reading.” Finn snapped at the leader of the cheer squad.

I swallowed thickly and swiveled around into my chair, facing the font of the classroom. “Thanks.” I whispered softly towards Finn.

“Don’t mention it, anything to get her to shut the fuck up.” He grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. His eyes skimmed through the book and turned the pages. The bell rang. Everyone gathered their things and rushed out of the room to their next class.

Getting up from my seat, I tossed my book bag over my shoulders. I made my way towards my next class, math. Just a couple of more hours and I was out of this hell hole for the day.

As the day went on, my free period came along. I exited out of the school and made my way towards the picnic tables that had umbrellas sticking out of the middle of them. I sighed happily to see no one out there. That’s the perks of being top of the class, I guess. Sitting at a table, I pulled out my sketch book. I heard the door open and close. I looked over my shoulder to see Finn pulling a cigarette from his pocket, placing it in between his lips, and lighting it up. “I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke here.”

Finn inhaled the nicotine stick. The tip burned orangish red bright. He pulled the cigarette away from his lips with two fingers. He exhaled the smoke, letting it float into the air only to disappear. “Do you always follow the rules?” Finn huffed, rolling his eyes.

“If there were no rules, there’d be chaos.” I pointed out, I pulled out a pencil from my bag and opened up my sketch book. “Don’t you have class?”

“I got kicked out.” Finn made his way towards me and sat down across the table. “I’m supposed to be in the principal’s office to talk about my behavior right now.” Finn took another puff from the cigarette and blew out the smoke. I coughed loudly, waving my hand in front of my face to get the smoke away.

“Those are bad for you.” I informed him. I watched how his back was against the edge of the table and his arms relaxed beside him.

“Everything nowadays is bad for everyone.” He said back to me with a smirk. “They’re practically feeding us poison here.” Finn laughed. I smiled at his husky laugh and I laughed along with him.

“That’s true. I found a battery in my sandwich when I was a freshman.” I shook my head at the memory.

Finn took one last drag from the cigarette and flicked the butt towards the grass. “This school fucking sucks.” The smoke escaped his mouth as he spoke. “Wanna ditch?” Finn tilted his head back with a smirk.

“Ditch?” I choked out the word. “I uh, I have perfect attendance.” I blushed at how geekish I sounded.

Finn laughed at me, my blush became darker. “So? It’s the same as every year, you get a pizza party at the end of the semester for having perfect attendance. Come on, we can get something to eat and go to the arcade, my treat.” Finn flashed a smile towards me.

I licked my lips. I closed my sketchbook, shoved the pencil, and put the book into my bag. “Let’s do it. But how are we going to leave?” I frowned, looking around to see if there were any cameras.

“We’re seniors. We can do whatever the fuck we want. My car is right there.” Finn looked over by the parking lot. I also looked to see the only black car along with other colorful ones. “It’s an easy run.” Finn shrugged.

“Hey!” We looked over to see a large security guard exit out of the building. “You’re supposed to be at the principal’s office.” He started to stalk towards Finn.

“It’s now or never!” Finn got up quickly and darted towards the parking lot.

“Hey! Stop!” The man yelled, trying to catch Finn.

I gnawed at my bottom lip, constipating if I should follow or not. I threw my bag over my shoulder. I dashed towards the parking lot, passing the heavy set security officer, and caught up with Finn. “Let’s fucking go!” Finn unlocked his car and got into the driver seat. I pulled at the door open and rushed into the passenger seat. Finn started up the car. Before the security guard could even reach the car, Finn burned rubber out of the school parking lot.

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to pass out.” I panted and felt my heart beat faster than it has ever before.

“That’s the adrenaline pumping!” Finn laughed, going faster than the speed limit. Finn let his car cruise down the street towards downtown. Arriving at the arcade, he parked the car and got out.

“You always do this?” I asked, stepping out of his car and towards the arcade.

“Have you ever seen me in class?” Finn smirked, walking into the arcade, he held the door open for me.

“Good point.” I shrugged, looking around at the colorful machines.

“Finn! Good to see ya!” The man behind the counter yelled. He was an Italian man with dark hair and hairy arms along with a large dark facial beard..

“Hey Phil.” Finn smiled. “Here to play some games.”

“And I see that you brought a lady friend.” Phil wiggled his bushy eyebrows. I blushed at the man’s gesture. “Getting this young gal into trouble.”

Finn blushed and cleared his throat, turning his head to the side so no one could see. “Just trying to show her life isn’t always about school.” He shrugged and handed the man a ten dollar bill.

Phil chuckled and exchanged a roll of quarters. “Well, you two have fun and enjoy the games.”

Finn nodded and thanked Phil. Finn split the coins and gave me half. “Wow, you’re actually being nice to an adult?” I teased, taking the coins.

Finn smiled weakly and looked down. “Well, he’s kinda like family to me. I’ve known him since I was a kid.” Finn cleared his throat. “Let’s play some games.” Finn said abruptly.

For the next hour, Finn and I went around the shop playing games. Once we were out of coins, we bid Phil farewell and thanked him for letting us play. “I should be getting back to class.” I said, looking at the time on my phone. It was blowing up. My friends were texting me, asking where I was.

“Oh no. I told you we were going to get a bite to eat too.” Finn smiled. “Come on, I know a great burger place.” Finn smiled, nodding towards the way.

I bit my lip, it was lunchtime back at school. “Okay, but after this we have to go back.” I assured him.

“Cross my heart.” Finn grinned. Walking to the next block, Finn held the door open for me once again. I entered the empty restaurant.

“Hi, welcome to- Why aren’t you in school?” The hostess growled, menus in hand.

“Woah, woah.” Finn held up his hands in the air, grinning. “I’m on lunch, it’s 12:30, it’s lunchtime and seniors get to go off campus.”

“Psh, I don’t think you have the grades to get off campus.” The older lady rolled her eyes. “Come, let’s get some food for you guys.” The woman led us towards the back, taking us to a booth. “I’ll be back to take your order.”

I looked at Finn, eyebrows arched. “That’s my aunt.” He blushed, looking at the menu. I watched as his eyes skimmed the page.

“She seems to care about you.” I giggled as I read over the items.

“Yeah, she cares more than my parents do.” He mumbled under his breath but I still caught what he said.

Finn’s aunt came back and placed our orders to the chef. She joined us, sliding in the booth she sat by Finn, after delivering us our food. “Okay, what’s the catch? Did you lose a bet?” She asked me, plucking a fry from Finn’s plate. Finn glared, snatching his plate away from her.

“What?” I laughed.

“You seem like a smart girl, great grades, not dressed like a river rat.”

“Well, Finn thought it’d be fun to ditch-”

“To ditch school lunch and come here.” Finn cut in. I arched my eyebrow towards him.

“Lunch huh?” His aunt wasn’t buying it. “Don’t lie.” She looked over at Finn.

Finn huffed. “We ditched class to go to the arcade.” Finn grumbled, looking away.

His aunt groaned. “Damn it Finn, I know your parents don’t care but I care.” She said sternly. I gulped, this seemed like a personal matter to where I shouldn’t witness. “You need to get your grades up and graduate. Graduation is a couple of months away.”

“Don’t remind me.” He snapped, obviously having troubles in school.

“I can help him.” I spoke out.

The two looked at me. Finn glaring while his aunt looked surprised. “You’re willing to help my punk of a nephew?” She asked.

I nodded, grabbing a fry. “I mean, I’ve known Finn since we were kids and we’re friends.” I smiled at him. I swore I heard him growl at the word ‘friends’.

“Thank you, his grades aren’t the best.” She confessed

“We should go.” Finn got out of the booth, grabbing his leather jacket.

His aunt frowned, watching Finn pay for the meal. She handed his money back. “Don’t worry hun, it’s on the house.” His aunt kissed his cheeks.

Walking out of the burger joint, we both went to his car. “You can take me home. I have no other classes for the day.” I said, buckling up.

Finn didn’t say anything as I guided him to my house. Parking out in front of it soon enough, I smiled at him. “Thanks for the day.”

“It was a mistake, I should have never brought you.” He snarled.

I frowned at his mood change. “I thought we had fun?”

“You think you’re so perfect and you think you can make me perfect?” Finn snapped. “Why’d you tell my aunt you’d help me?”

“Because you need help, Finn. I want to see you graduate. I didn’t know you were behind. I mean it Finn, I want to help you.” I smiled weakly.

Finn sighed. “Fine, I’ll let you help me.” He grumbled, gripping on the steering wheel in defeat.

“Good!” I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down my number and handed it to him. “Text me tonight and we’ll make plans on when I can tutor you.” I opened the door and got out of his car. “See ya then.” I waved at the boy with dark hair.

I smiled widely as I walked into my house. I had a great day with my crush, I got to know a little more about him and I met one of his family members. My heart flutters, hoping to get closer to him during homework sessions.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 2 years

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Salome

Summary: This is my birthday gift to @theworldofotps on this August 19th 2022. I just want to say thank you for being my wonderful friend and I want to wish you an amazing birthday and wish all the luck, love and happiness on this new year that begins today. Love you and happy birthday, love 🎂🎉😘

Word Count: 1354 words

Pairings: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation kink, dirty talk, jealousy, slight angst

UNEDITED: So ignore any mistakes 🙄

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @letsgivethisonemoreshot , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @starwithaheart , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin, @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @cuzimacomedian , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234

“He was fucking hitting on you!” Finn growled before slamming the door of his office behind him. You took a seat on top of his black desk before sighing “He was just being nice”.

It was your first time there. Finn was reluctant to take you at first, but after your relationship grew more serious and you learned to fully trust each other, he thought it would be a good time to take you to officially meet the ‘woman of his life’: Salome - the most reputable BDSM club in all North America. The club was so well known that it already had branches in Ireland, England and Scotland.

“Being nice my arse! I know that look on his face! That’s the look of a man who wants to get a taste of what’s mine and I don’t like that!”

“Finny, c’mon. You’re being a little dramatic there”

“Dramatic?! Are you serious right now?” He huffed. Bright blue eyes become dark with mixed feelings of anger, jealousy and frustration.

Truth be told, this was new. Generally in your relationship, you’re the one who got a little over the edge when someone flirted with him right in your face. And that generally led you to a whole night of wild sex filled with dirty talk and fun plays. A part of you felt guilty for liking to see him so frustrated, mainly because this never happened before - since he’s a pretty confident, and most times cocky, man - so now he would get a taste of what you go through on a daily basis, and the other part just found both amusing and exciting to see him so furious.

“What? Isn’t that what you say to me when I tell you some random girl was hitting on you?”

“But this is different!” He spat

“Why? Because you’re the one who’s now feeling insecure or because for once my ego is getting stroked instead of yours?”

“I don’t want you anywhere near him, do you understand me?” His chest was heavy due to his quick panting and Finn watched as you jumped down from his table to walk towards him.

“Don’t you trust me?” You copied the words he says every time he was the one getting flirted with.

“I trust you but he’s one slick bastard-”

“That I’m not interested in”

“But he is interested! I’ve been working with him long enough to know that look on his face” Finn spat and soon you found yourself chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” He frowned

“Nothing. It's just that….it’s so weird seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, like…so on the edge because of some random guy” You giggled before jumping off the table to walk towards him.

Finn’s cheeks stained with a light shade of pink “Well, I don’t like when other men hit on you”

“C’mon, other men don’t hit on me. Damian did”

“Wrong. Several men constantly flirt with you and I hate it”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance and he growled playfully “Don’t roll your eyes at me, you know what happens when you do that”

Your loins burned with desire and a shiver of excitement ran down your spine as memories of you bent over his home office’s table flooded your mind. With a teasing smirk, you rolled your eyes again and soon felt the tingle of his burning slap on your ass cheek, beneath your checkered skirt.

“Do you really wanna play like that, princess?”

“Why not?” You challenged “Afraid you don’t have it in you anymore, daddy?”

“Cute” Finn chuckled before the smile died on his lips, leaving only a cold and sinister smirk plastered upon the flushed, pink flesh.

His calloused fingers found their way to the back of your neck, quickly squeezing the flesh between his fingers before pushing your torso down on his table. Your cheek rested against the coolness of the black wooden table, the warmth of his hand stood still on your nape as his free hand roamed around your backside.

“You think I don’t have what it takes to put you in your place, brat?” There was a hint of excitement and amusement on his voice that made you smile “I don’t know. You tell me, old man” You chuckled “Do you?”

“Old man?” He laughed, “That’s not what you say when I’m using that smart mouth as a cocksleeve though, is it?” Finn’s heavy hand met your soft skin, making your ass prickle underneath his palm “No” He smiled “If I remember correctly you beg like a bitch in heat for me to fuck you, to ruin your tight cunt and do with it as I please”.

Two loud, sharp slaps met your skin once more, making you wiggle on the table. Finn’s voice came closer to your ear as he spoke “What’s wrong, brat? Started something you can’t handle? Three little slaps and you’re already at the verge of begging me to stop?” With each word, Finn’s lips brushed against your ear shell and his warm breath made you shiver with need.

“N-no”

“N-no” He mocked “Look at you, trying so hard to sound convincing. Trying not to beg me to have mercy on you and just give you what you need” Finn rubbed his hard bulge against your ass, making you moan softly.

“My-my, would you look at that” He chuckled “It only takes a hard cock to make her break into a needy little slut”

“Please, daddy”

“Daddy? What happened to ‘old man’?” Finn laughed loudly before his hand dipped underneath your skirt to push your black lace panties to the side.

His forefinger slid through your folds, spreading your wetness from your entrance to your hidden, sensitive pearl. “Look how wet you are, brat. Tell me, what did this to you? Was it the three little slaps, the dirty talk, the hard cock or all of the above?”

Finn’s fingers dipped inside your void, filling you up in a way only he could do. A small, faint moan escaped your lips before you begged “Daddy, please” Your hand reached behind you to the zipper of his black jeans “Please give it to me”

He batted your hands away with a cackle as his grip on your neck loosened “Shut the fuck up”. You felt an emptiness inside you once Finn’s fingers left your core “Just shut your mouth, spread your legs and look pretty for daddy like a good fucktoy”.

Excitement filled your veins when you heard Finn unzipping his jeans. His hand cupped your ass before you felt him dragging his tip between your folds to lube it up. A soft “Please” escaped your lips and he chuckled “Quiet”.

The throbbing need was driving you insane, your nails sank into the wooden table, an attempt of grounding you and making you get some sort of control before Finn made you lose it completely.

His crown pushed through your walls, stretching them around his girth and he didn’t stop until he was buried deep in you. Low, faint moans left the both of you as he began to move “Good fucktoy” He praised “That’s how I like it: quiet and wet just for me” His growl made your walls clench around him.

The sound of skin slapping skin was deafening, sweat covered both of your bodies, soft pants and moans escaped you as he continued to work his way through your orgasm.

Your vision became blurred, your voice seemed to have disappeared and your body went limp beneath him on top of the table. You felt your walls furiously clenching around his cock, working their way through your high and at the same time trying to trigger his.

When Finn felt himself tiptoeing around his release, he took a step back and slid out of you with a chuckle “Oh no, no, no. Who said we’re done?” Two of his fingers replaced his cock inside you and you panted loudly as Finn finger fucked you at a frantic pace with a smile “No, we’re just getting started, brat. This ‘old man’ will put you back in your place”.

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inastrangerskiss · 2 years

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fingerprints

Finn Balor x Reader

content warning: you all might remember the gif of roman and finn checking on each other at extreme rules. this was totally not influenced by that. (yes it was)

summary: finn lays beside you after a particularly bad argument

You lay there for a moment.

Flat on your back, eyes on the ceiling.

You weren’t alone. Not with FInn by your side.

But, for a moment, you felt alone.

The argument had started simple as always. He came home from the gym without having stopped at the grocery store like you had asked. He offered to go back out but, in your eyes, the damage had been done. He had forgotten and now dinner was ruined and all you could do was sit there.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

You could’ve told him to go back out. You could’ve told him you’d go with him. You could’ve made a date out of it. But, instead, you decided that Finn was simply no longer committed to your relationship and was better off leaving you be.

Now, maybe this was a decision borne out of exhaustion from work and exhaustion from your family and friends, but it was what your brain decided was the truth and so you initiated the argument.

“You’re blowing this out of proportion.” Finn reasoned, his voice frustratingly calm.

“Maybe if you cared half as much as I do you wouldn’t have forgotten to get the groceries.” You bit back.

Barbs were exchanged. Voices were raised. And eventually you waved your hands in the air and claimed you were done.

You marched to the bedroom you and Finn had shared for years now and slammed the door. There, you curled up on the duvet, tears freely flowing down your cheeks. You didn’t care if he could hear you. You didn’t care if it made him feel bad. You left him standing in the kitchen, head in his hands, elbows resting on the countertop.

You half expected to hear the front door open and close. You half expected to hear his car pull out of the driveway, off to an uncertain future.

You hadn’t expected him to push the bedroom door open.

Quietly, he crawled into bed beside you. His eyes followed yours, training them on the ceiling. He didn’t say a word. He just lay there beside you.

His leather jacket was unbuttoned but adorning his torso, the boots you got him for his birthday now on his feet.

You could hear him breathing. In fact, that was all you could hear and you worried if it got any quieter he’d hear your heart beating apprehensively against your chest. The silence was filled with intention. Intention to speak. Intention to end this fight. Intention to find your way back to each other.

Occasionally, he’d glance over at you but you didn’t want to be the first to surrender.

Neither did he, apparently.

Your frustration and anger began to well up in your throat as minutes passed without words exchanged. You didn’t understand how he didn’t realize he was in the wrong. You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just apologize.

You didn’t understand why you were so hellbent on vilifying him.

Finn had always been good to you. Not just good, no. He had been the most wonderful person you had ever given your heart to.

The way he would lace his fingers between yours on walks into town. The way he would kiss your head every night before crawling in beside you, whether you asked him to or not, whether you were awake or asleep. The way he would keep his hand on the small of your back at parties where you didn’t know anyone as though he were saying “I’m here. I’m here with you.”

You almost laughed remembering all the times he spent in the passenger seat of your car, gripping the grab bar with white knuckles and complaining about how you were “incapable of driving well” and “needed to stop yelling at other drivers”.

You would be lost without him

He had been everything to you. He was always everything to you.

FIrst you heard a gentle rustle. The noise of a body moving against a duvet. Then you felt it.

Before he made contact, you could feel the warmth of his body as it closed in on yours. Slowly, his thumb and index finger gingerly pressed against your arm. He paused for a moment, waiting for a reaction. When he didn’t receive one, he rubbed his thumb up in small circles over your skin.

It was silent but it wasn’t.

He stayed there, repeating the motion with his hand over and over, slowly and methodically. And before you knew it, you were brimming with tears.

You tried to hold the floodgates shut but it was a futile effort.

Finn turned to you, his face calm, his eyes bright and understanding.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

The question wasn’t phrased as though he had no clue what could’ve possibly led to your less than chipper mood. It was phrased with every moment of the last few hours in mind.

“Was this all really about the grocery store?”

As he waited for your answer he reached out, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You shivered under his touch. He wiped a tear from your cheek and patiently watched you as you tried to formulate a response.

“I don’t know.” You finally managed.

“You don’t know?”

“No.” You paused once again, before sitting up quickly, dropping your face into your hands. “Why couldn’t you have just done the shopping I asked you to do.”

“Listen, I apologized as much as I can.” He spoke carefully, not a hint of anger in his voice. “You know I can’t go back in time and fix that. But I don’t think that’s what’s got you all spun up.”

You were quiet. You didn’t want to give in so easily but the deepest part of your heart knew you were standing on the edge of a bridge, holding a box of matches and the sparks were beginning to fly.

“I’ve missed you.” You finally admitted.

“I knew that.” Finn laughed.

“No. Like. I think if you go on the road again I’ll lose it.”

“I’m home for a few weeks.”

Finn’s smile was unwavering as he looked over to you. He had optimism written all over his face and you couldn’t help but want to feel the exact same way.

“You know that makes it worse.” You murmured into the side of your hand.

Finn’s face fell. There was only so much either of you could do. He knew it as well as you. But he also knew better than to agree with your defeatist attitude. He took your hand in his and stared down at it for a moment. You could see his brain trying to rifle through ideas and suggestions, his brow scrunching under the weight of his mind.

Carefully, he laid back down and patted his chest, inviting you onto it. You couldn’t say no.

With your ear beside his heart, you heard the rhythmic thrumming and felt the rise and fall with each breath. He roped an arm around your side and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

For the moment you felt okay.

“I’m not going to lie to you, you know.” He started.

“I know.”

“I’m not going to tell you that I’ll stay here and I won’t leave ever again.” Finn continued. “Because this was part of the deal when we started seeing each other.”

“I know.”

“But that doesn’t mean I’m unwilling to figure out how to make this better.” Finn’s voice was directed down into your hair, getting lost on the way to your ears. “So, tell me, what can I do? What can we do?”

“I don’t know.”

You wanted to cry again but Finn’s grip tightened on your body, as though he could sense the tears welling up in your eyes.

“I need you to talk to me. Do you want this or not?”

His tone was measured and quiet. It was loving but stern. Every word washed over you and you could tell you had one chance left to get things right. So you thought and you waited. You inhaled his cologne, deep into your lungs and centered yourself.

And then you spoke.

“I want you.” You spoke, firmly.

“Then how can I make this better for you?”

“Just -” You felt yourself get flustered. “Just call me more. Think about me more. When you’re gone it’s so lonely. You have no clue.”

“You’re not the only one who’s alone.” He spoke quickly, catching you off guard.

You hadn’t considered that he might also miss you. You hadn’t considered that maybe somehow you had also not done enough to maintain your relationship.

That maybe this was a two player game.

You nuzzled closer to Finn’s chest and he held you tighter. The slopes of his chest served as your pillow, as your comfort. You would sacrifice a million beds if it meant getting to lay here for the rest of your life. His arms would be your blankets and his chin the headboard.

“Just call me more.” You spoke softly, buried in the fabric of his shirt.

With a kiss and a gentle squeeze of your arm, Finn announced his agreement. He laid still for a moment longer, not ready to move until you were.

“Were you gonna leave?” You asked, thumbing his coat.

“Eh, I thought about it but I don’t think I’d know how to start the car if it meant leaving you.”

He was quiet for a while, his fingers stroking through your hair. You felt yourself drifting off, exhausted from the argument and the day itself. You dug your fingers into the soft leather of his jacket, praying to never have to let go.

You felt him shift slightly, tilting his head down to look at you.

“Do you want me to stay?” He asked, doubt coloring his words.

Carefully, you pushed yourself up and brought your face to his, lowering for a quick kiss before laying back down, eyes locked with his. It was just the two of you. There was no world around you. There was no time passing, there was no air besides the air between your two faces. There was just Finn and there was just you. Nothing less, nothing more.

“I want you to stay.” You whispered.

He smiled and you felt at peace. You felt at home.

He stood from the bed and you sat up to face him. With a flourish, he held a hand out to you.

“C’mon.” He spoke as he pulled you up. “Let me order you some take out and first thing tomorrow I’ll go to the store.”

“I’ll come with you.” You offered.

He grinned a broad grin and you took his hand. As he led you downstairs you felt his grip tighten a few degrees, his thumb rubbing circles over the back of your hand. He was keeping you close and he was keeping you safe.

And through it all, you would always want to keep him. No matter how close or far you were from one another.

It was a part of your deal. And it was a promise you would always keep.

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dirtywresling102 · 2 years

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

Angel!Kenny Omega x Melanie x Demon!Finn Balor

Part 2 of Notice Me

Commission For: @thepalaceofmelanie

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

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

Word Count: 3,530

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re still hard.” I giggled.

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

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

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

“G- Goodnight.”

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vamp-doll-diva · 1 year

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A New Chance - A WWE High School!AU Fanfiction

Title: A New Chance

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Finn Balor (Devitt)/OC, Seth Rollins/Becky Lynch, Damien Priest, Rhea Ripley, Dominick Mysterio, Alexa Bliss (Lexi Kaufman), Roman Reigns, Jimmy and Jey Uso, Solo Sikoa, Karl Anderson, Luke Gallows, Bianca Belair, Montez Ford, Angelo Dawkins, Trinity Fatu (FKA Naomi), Liv Morgan, Raquel Rodriguez, Braun Strowman (Adam Shcerr)

Rating: M

Category: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

When Alexandra moves to a new town and a new school for a new chance at life, she never thought she’d be so bothered by one guy. He’s a total ass to her in class, always one upping her, in reality, likes Alexandra. He’s taking a school boy’s approach at it, but he truly cares. On a fateful day Finn and his friends wonder upon Alexandra in the dance studio,he decides to confess.

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A/N: Note my face claim is younger than Finn in the pic, just picture them both being younger. This actress has become a muse of some sort to me. I just had to use her for one of my stories eventually and this one presented itself. Finn doesn’t have any teen pics that are good so yea just picture it! Reviews/likes are always welcome. Please let me know if you like! Follows, anything. Just some feedback, positive feedback only please!

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kyleoreillylover · 7 months

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𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🖤

Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Bloodline!Reader

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” + “Take out your anger on me. I can handle it."

Summary: Your family is pissing you off, and Dominik is more than happy to let you take your anger out on him.

A/N: Dominik brain rot is real and this is the result of it (this took so long 😭) and was inspired by the gif below. This is my first smut and probably my last, so please be nice! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 6,016

Warnings: SMUT!! Cursing, family drama.

You sighed as you rubbed your temples, closing your eyes for a moment and feeling the incoming headache about to come as the room got louder and louder with anger. You opened your eyes to see Roman and Jimmy still arguing, yelling and getting closer and closer to each other. Jey was sitting in the corner, jaw clenched as he let them get into it. Solo was standing next to you, keeping a watchful eye on them in case things got out of hand. Your eyes met, and you can tell by the look in his eye he was done with all this shit too.

Why couldn't they talk this out like men instead of acting like children? You thought, rolling your eyes. You snapped out of your thoughts when Jimmy pushed Roman into the corner, all of you quickly getting up to separate them.

"You guys need to stop this!" You shouted angrily as you and Jey held Jimmy back, Solo trying to calm Roman down but to no avail.

"No, he needs to stop being a manipulative asshole! Apologize for losing? Acting like you wouldn't have lost without our help. My help. I ain't apologizing for shit, ‘Tribal Chief'!"

"Jimmy, chill out!" Jey tried, but Roman's laugh echoed throughout the room, and Jimmy tried to get out of our grips.

"Nah, let him run his mouth. You don't see your brothers acting like this, huh? Or your sister? You know why they aren't acting like this? Because they know that I am right, they know that you disgraced everybody. You disgraced this family, your ancestors, your legacy, and me, your Tribal Chief. You need to apologize for them, but most importantly, you will apologize to me."

"I ain't apologizing for anything! You wouldn't have even been Tribal Chief if it weren't for us, uce! You were a disgrace until we helped you get to the top! So if I am gonna apologize to anyone, I'ma apologize to myself for helping you get there in the first place!" Jimmy spat out, nostrils flaring as he clenched his fists, continuing to try and break out of our grip. You felt all the patience slip out of you in that very moment and you snapped, grabbing Jimmy’s shirt and pushing against the wall.

"You all need to shut the fuck up!" You screamed, Jimmy becoming lax in your grip with a look of shock on his face, the others quiet in shock as well. Finally, they shut up.

“You need to put your ego’s in check and start acting like men instead of acting like children!” You yelled furiously, scowling at them.

"He needs to-" Jimmy began, but you gave him a glare that could kill and he shut his mouth.

"You both need to stop trying to be right and start talking to each other like grown ass people. You need to stop holding grudges and let shit go. " You hissed, letting him go and turning towards Roman.

"And you need to keep your 'Tribal Chief' ego in check and stop crapping on people just because things don't go to plan." You snapped at him.

"Uce, calm down." Jey made his way towards you, trying to quell your anger before you said something Roman would make you regret, but you gave him a look and he backed away. You couldn't care less about Roman right now, he needed to hear the truth.

"Calm down? Are you kidding me?" You scoffed in disbelief.

"Don't you see what's happening? You're giving everybody what they want. They want to see us crumble, want to see our dominance fall so they could rise and take our top spot here."

You looked at Jimmy, seeing his face turn from anger to a mixture of embarrasment and relization."You're feeding into Sami and Kevin, letting them get in your heads. Why do you think they keep digging and digging? Because they want to keep those titles, and your basically ensuring they win by engaging with their stupid bullshit!"

You turned to Roman, who was stunned silent for the first time in a while. He had rarely seen you angry, even when you were kids. You were always the moral compass for the group, keeping their moral up with your caring energy. But you thought that now they needed the hard truth instead of caring words.

"And you need to stop letting your ego cloud your morals. Just because we're family doesn't mean you get a pass to be an asshole." Roman met your challenged gaze, still silent but didn't look as angry as before. Solo stood next to him, a stunned look on his usually stone-cold face as he watched you rip everybody to shreds with a tone you usually reserved for your rivals.

"You all are out of your mind if you think I'm letting everything I worked hard for go to waste because you don't want to get along. Get it together the next time I see you, I'm getting some air." You casted everyone a look before grabbing your jacket, slipping it on and leaving the room.

You franticly sped out of the arena, needing to just breathe and feel the cool night air on your skin. The fans were long gone by this time, so you didn't need to worry about being spotted. You sat on a bench, putting your head in your hands and trying to breathe through the haze of anger you felt suffocating you and coursing through your veins.

"Trouble in paradise?" You snapped out of your daze, already knowing who it was and not bothering to pick your head back up.

"Shut up, Dominik. I'm not in the mood." You mumbled loudly enough for him to hear. You heard him laugh, not taking you seriously. "Ooh, the full name this time. What happened to Dom? Am I in trouble?"

You picked your head up, glaring at him. "I said I'm not in the mood. Leave me alone and find someone else to bother."

He stopped laughing, realizing you weren't joking. "What happened?"

"None of your concern. Are you deaf? Leave. me. alone." You made a move to stand up, but he pushed you back down gently, sitting down next to you.

"Can you not be annoying for once and actually listen to me?" You spat at him, trying to stand up again but he grabbed your waist, restraining you.

"What happened?" He repeated, seeing your eyes glazed with anger. He had never seen you this mad outside of the ring before, and it made him unnerved for it to be directed at him. You were usually playful with him, sometimes having mean banter with your character work but you both didn't mean any of it. But you were never like this.

"Family business." You finally answered him, short and clipped. You tried looking away from him but he gently grabbed your cheek.

"Look at me, mi corazon." You tried to ignore the way the pet name made your stomach tighten with butterflies and listened to him, looking deep into his eyes, distracting yourself with his brown orbs that almost made you forget about your anger. Almost.

"What did your family do?" You felt the anger rush back and you mockingly chuckled. “Jimmy and Roman keep starting arguments on literally anything instead of focusing on winning. Now everybody thinks were weak and vulnerable, even though I've done nothing but pull my weight!" You huffed out, breaking out of his grip and standing up, clenching your fists. You muttered to yourself angrily, wanting to scream, hit something, do anything to let out the frustration gnawing at you.

But Dominik stood up with you, grabbing your wrists, and yanking you back into his arms. You scowled at him, trying to pull away from him. “Let go of me!”

“Not until you breathe, mi vida.” He held your wrists in one hand and grabbed your face with the other, softly caressing your face, his heartbeat and husky smell of his cologne invading your scenes.

“Look at me, mi amor.” Dominik instructed, his brown eyes gazing into yours as you ignored the way your stomach churned everytime he spoke Spanish to you and kept trying to pull your wrists away from him. But he opted for letting go of your face, bringing your head into his chest, and you felt his hot breath near your ear as he nuzzled his head into your neck. "Cálmate, carino."

Screw him and his stupidly hot Spanish. You felt yourself melt into him, some calmness washing over you the longer you were in his arms. He let go of your wrists, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, shivering when he laid feather-light kisses onto your neck.

Dominik continued kissing your neck, loving the feeling of you in his arms and shivering under his touch. He waited for your breathing to slow down to let you go, but he wrapped an arm around your waist, not wanting you out of arms reach.

"You better now, sweetheart?" You nodded, you still felt that haze of anger but it wasn't at strong as before. "I need words, baby.”

"I'm better now, Dom." You grabbed his free hand and held it, relishing in the smile he gave you.

"I can tell now that you called me Dom." You rolled your eyes playfully at his smirk and grabbed the hand that was around your shoulder and held it, relishing in the smile he gave you.

“Do you have a ride back? Dominik asked, to which you shook your head. “I was too mad at the boys to drive with them, so I’ma just get an uber-”

“You’re riding with me.” You gave him an amused smile at his demanding tone, it was usually the other way around.

“You sure you don't need mami's permission for that?" You giggled when he yanked you closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forhead leaning against yours and his lips so, so close to yours.

"You know more than anyone I don't need her permission." Dom pushed his lips onto yours, kissing away your smirk and losing himself in the taste of you. God, you were addicting.

You kissed him slowly at first-as if you wanted to torture him-and he hated and loved you for it. He groaned into your mouth when you snuck a hand up to his hair, pulling it just the way you knew he liked it and kissing him even harder, your tongue slipping into his mouth. His fingers dug into your waist almost painfully as you clung to him, his touch burning your skin in the best way and you pulled his hair harder in response.

You pulled away first, the both of you panting and out of breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling brightly at him when he leaned into your touch. You felt the heat creep back up looking at him, his hair slightly touseled and his muscles showing through his dark black tee. You felt the urge to kiss him again, so you did. He laughed into your lips, letting you steal another kiss before pulling away. “I meant what I said before. I'm not letting you go into a random car by yourself in the middle of the night just because you're mad at your idiot brothers."

"They are not idiots."

"They are if they decided to make you angry." You laughed, playfully nudging him, and he grinned before brushing your hair out of your face. You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing him gaze at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart." You bit your lip, struggling to choose between your stubbornness or giving in to what you want. As if sensing your internal conflict, Dominik caressed your face, running his thumb over your lips, making you break out of your stupor. He smirked when you instinctively parted your lips, it’d been too long yet your bodies still remembered each other.

"Please?" You couldn't refuse him, not when he was looking at you like you were the only thing he ever wanted to think of.

"Fine, but I get to have the aux." Music was the last thing on your mind, but he didn't need to know that. At least not right now.

"Deal, but only cause you have great taste."

"You're right. I do have great taste." You eyed him up and down, winking at him and giving him a smirk that made him utterly weak for you. "Lead the way. You're driving."

The drive was quiet, music playing softly in the background as you put a hand on Dom's thigh, inching higher and higher the closer you got to the hotel. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he tried to get himself under control. You grinned seeing him like this, letting you be in charge. You needed to release your anger and have a stress reliever, and he was more than willing to let you use him as one. It wouldn't be the first time.

Before you knew it, you were at the hotel. You kept your hands to yourself until you went into the elevator, and as soon as its doors closed, you were all over Dominik, gripping his shirt and pushing him against the wall, giving him a searing kiss.

He welcomed it, kissing you back just as hard, moaning into your mouth when you bit his lip. He grabbed your legs and hoisted you onto his waist as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get dizzy in his arms, letting out a whine when he slid his tongue against your lip to draw it between his teeth. Your mind switched off, and all you could do was feel feel feel. Feel his bruising grip on your legs, his lips nibbling and biting any part of your mouth he can find, the heat growing in between your legs, his muscles flexing underneath your arms as you both turned each other into a writhing mess.

Your back hit something cold, and you pushed Dom away instinctively and opened your eyes, realizing you were in front of the hotel room. He whined at the loss of contact, his mouth moving to your neck, and you groaned and arched into him when he sucked a sensitive spot behind your ear.

"Fuck, do that again." You demanded, trying to keep your voice steady as you leaned your head on the wall, giving him more access to your neck. Dom let out an airy chuckle. You were hot when you got bossy. "Whatever you want, Mamacita." He murmured into your skin, obeying and kissing that same spot, trying to distract himself from the way your whines and whimpers were going straight to his dick long enough to get his keycard and open the room.

He brought you both into the room, setting you on the bed, hovering over you, and capturing your lips with his. Any coherent thoughts he had melted away as you deepened the kiss, distracting him with your tongue hot and probing in his mouth.

You took this opportunity to roll the both of you over and switch your positions, not breaking the kiss. You laid on top of him, gripping his shoulders for balance, and grinded your hips against his, internally smirking when Dominik threw his head back, hissing. You did that again, and again and again until he gripped your hips to stop you.

“Too much?” You asked, leaning down to kiss his neck, enjoying him writhing against you. He shook his head, but he could still see the hesitation in your eyes as you stopped kissing his neck. He snuck his hands underneath your jacket and shirt, rubbing circles onto your soft skin, feeling you relax into him.

"Don't be afraid to take your anger out on me. I can handle it." You picked your head up at those words, moving off from him and giving him a questioning look, wanting to be sure he wasn't uncomfortable. He gave you a sexy smirk that had you internally melting in response, shrugging off his shirt. You took off your own, muscled chest heaving as he eyed your bloodline jacket you threw across the room.

"You'd look better in my jacket." You rose a challenging brow, taking off your bra, smirking when Dom's head snapped down to your chest. You leaned down to his ear, sneaking your hand down to his jeans. Your boobs were pressed against his chest and hot breath against his skin making him shiver. You knew just how to drive him crazy.

"Treat me right tonight and maybe I will wear it." You nipped his skin harshly and palmed his dick at the same time. A moan ripped out of him as he arched into your hand, the last strand of composure he had slipping away from him as you continued to palm him.

"Ahh, please, please...don't stop." He pleaded, the rough material of his jeans rubbing into him deliciously and your hands already felt so good. You were making him feel like he was in heaven and you'd barely even begun.

He whined when you moved your hand away, trying to buck his hips up but you pushed his hips down, giving him a glare. "Did I tell you to move?"

"I'm sorry, mi amor-" Dom tried to mutter out as an apology, but you shook your head, cutting him off.

"I'll let it slide this time, but don't do it again. Did you forget that I'm in charge tonight, mi cielo?" He shook his head, his skin heating up and dick getting harder at your words. If speaking Spanish drove you absolutely crazy, imagine how it made him feel.

"Good. Now take off your pants." He obeyed, and you moved off him so he could sit up and pull them off. Once they were off, you moved on top of him, sitting on his chest. He gave you a pleading look, hands itching to touch you. You nodded, and his lips went to suck one of your boobs, his hands massaging your other one.

"Ahh...fuck Dom." You moaned out, the heat between your thighs only intensifying at the feeling of his warm mouth and soft lips sucking on your nipple. You tangled your fingers through his soft hair, biting your lip to contain your moans so the entirety of the hotel filled with wrestlers and your friends didn't hear you. He licked and nibbled at it making you arch your back and stifle your moans. He smirked into your skin, flicked your other nipple until it hardened, before biting and sucking his way down your chest and belly, your skin on fire from his touch.

Before his hands could travel lower, you pressed your hand against his chest. He quickly pulled away once he felt you pushing him, concerned eyes scanning your body for any injury or discomfort.

"Are you okay, Hermosa? Did I hurt you?" He asked, giving you another once over before you cupped his face to stop making him worriedly look into your eyes.

“No baby, you’d never hurt me.” You gave him a comforting look, reassuring him. He looked into your eyes for anything that said otherwise, and once he found none he let out an internal sigh of relief, letting himself lean into your touch. As much of an asshole he made himself to be on TV, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

You smiled when he leaned into your touch, stroking his cheek. You loved seeing this side of him he only reserved for you.

“I just thought you’d like it better like this.” You pushed him until his back hit the bed, straddling him. He groaned when you hovered over his face, his lips inches away from tasting your glistening wet pussy.

“Fuck, are you trying to kill me, mami?” Dom whined out, his voice husky with need as he gripped your thighs, trying to pull you down. You held onto the headboard before he could, stopping his attempts. “Please, let me taste you, mami.” He pleaded, giving you puppy dog eyes that you would fall for in any other circumstance. But you'll give him what he wants soon enough.

“Listen to me and I will.” You smirked at how quickly he quieted down at that, nodding at you. “This night is about me. I'm in control. Don't forget that, and maybe, I'll give you a reward. You understand, baby?”

"I understand, mi amor," Dom answered, his voice almost turning into a whine as he tried to control himself from yanking you and tasting you, he didn't want to risk a punishment from you.

"Good boy.” You cooed, the nickname and your sickly sweet tone making his cock harden even more. But he didn't have time to think about it because you were lowering yourself down, sitting on his face.

Your knees buckled and you immediately let out a moan as Dom sucked your clit harshly, hungrily eating you out and groaning into your pussy, making you moan even more.

It was like an out of body experience; you didn't register the moans coming out of you as he licked and toyed with your clit, egged on by the pretty sounds coming out of you. You grinded your face against him when he licked up and down your cunt, his tongue lapping at your folds. He gripped your thighs even tighter, and let you grip his hair and use him as you pleased.

Your moans got more high pitched and shakier as he used his mouth and strong jaw to work every inch of you, holding you tighter as you squirmed against him. He could tell you were getting closer to he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again, causing you to moan loudly and thread your fingers into the sheets. "F- fuck, oh my god, don't stop, Dom." You cried out.

"I don't plan on it, baby. " He mumbled, his words muffled under your pussy. You moaned at the vibrations of his voice that felt so good against your pussy and sent shivers straight up your spine, threatening to send you over the edge. He noticed your reaction and continued to mumble incoherently as his tongue played with your clit, making you get closer and closer to your high.

You shut your eyes when the pleasure became too much, clenching the sheets even tighter as you came with loud moans that sounded like music to Dom's ears. He helped you ride out your orgasm, licking and slurping your juices up until you were gripping his hair gently and trying to push him away.

Dominik tasted your pussy one last time before coming up to kiss you, smiling against your lips. He looked so pretty, hair matted and messy, his face red and lips soaked with your cum that you could taste as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

"Do I get my reward baby?" He asked, pulling away from the heated kiss, pupils blown out with lust. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his skin breaking out in goosebumps as your lips kissed his sensitive skin, meeting his lips again.

"Of course sweetie, as long as you promise to fuck me so hard I forget everything but you."

He gave you a devilish smile that made your lower body heat up again, and in one swift move scooped you up effortlessly and turned your positions around, smirking down at your naked form.

"I promise. And you know I don't break my promises, mi corazon." His voice dropped into a low sexy whisper, eyes never leaving you like he couldn't wait- needed- to have you right then and there. He gave you one last smirk before lowering down and kissing you with intensity, with passion, like he was trying to tell you all the ways you made him high on you, how you were like a drug that he couldn't let go even if he wanted to.

And as his hands lowered down again, and found that one spot that made your eyes roll back and his cock ache when your body arched into him as if you couldn't get enough of his fingers, he knew he definitely did not want to let you go.

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You stirred awake gently, shifting under the sheets and feeling warmth surrounding you. Your tired limbs ached as you groggily turned, snuggling and trying to get closer to the heat, feeling a cool breath over your skin. It wasn't until you felt a soft, familiar breath against your neck that your eyes fluttered open, seeing Dominik 's face leaned in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

You smiled at his sleeping form that was cutely attached to you like a koala bear, like he couldn't get enough of you even while he was sleeping. You managed to move away from him just enough to get your phone from the nightstand, laughing quietly when Dom quickly pulled you back into his arms.

You snuggled back into his arms, turning on your phone and seeing the multiple missed calls and new messages you had come through from the twins, Paul and Solo, and surprisingly Rhea while your phone was silent while you and Dom were definitely the opposite. You didn't even bother opening Paul, Jimmy or Romans messages, you didn't have the energy for it.

You opened Rhea’s message first, the two of you were close but she only texted you for emergencies, so you were a bit worried.

DOM’S DOM So, did you and Dom Dom have fun last night?

You weren’t surprised. It was like she had a sixth sense for when you and Dom hooked up.

Yes, we did. I’m not even gonna ask how you know. Mami always knows sweetheart. Bit disappointed you didn’t come to my room though. I haven’t seen you in forever! I can see you later if you let me use you as a cover.. please? Can't exactly tell my brothers about Dominik, can I? You know I can’t say no to you and I can't resist seeing your cute little ass. Catch you later, princess. 🖤 Thank you! See you later babe💗

JEY<3

Yo sis, I know you still mad but I ain't asking you to talk to them, but at least let me know if you're safe or not.

You smiled at his concern, texting him back. He was one of the few in your family who didn't annoy you, aside from Solo.

Yeah, I'm good, just resting up. Just know I'm not mad at you though, just those two bozo heads. See you later <3

You then opened, and frowned, at Solo’s message.

Solo<3

So you with a guy?

There was no way he knew. You weren’t even at the same hotel?! Why and how the hell did he suspect it?

No, I was rooming with Rhea last night. Why are you asking? Just making sure you good. Roman’s kinda pissed at you. He wants to see you later. I’m good, and Roman can stay pissed for as long as he wants. I said nothing but the truth.

You shut your phone off, not wanting to think about your family acting like man children any longer.

You smiled and let out a sigh when you felt Dom trail kisses down on your neck, it was like he could read your mind. It was one the many things you loved about him; he knew what you needed before you yourself even knew. You leaned back, giving him more access to your neck, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. He continued kissing your skin for a few more moments before propping himself up and meeting your eyes, a soft smile on his face as he took you in.

“You sleep well, hermosa?” He asked with that husky morning voice you always wanted to wake up to as his eyes raked over your form, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.” You admitted, giggling at the satisfied smirk that played on his lips.

"I'm glad I could tire you out." Dom teased you, smirk widening when you leaned closer to him to kiss him. Your fingers tracing a path down his chest as you slowly kissed him, savoring the taste of morning on his lips. His arms pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss as if trying to convey all the desire that had built up during the night.

Breaking the kiss, you traced your fingers lightly along the contours of his jawline, savoring the feel of his stubble beneath your touch. He relaxed into your touch, his hazel eyes gazing at you with a knowing look.

"Your idiot family still bothering you?" Dominik treaded lightly, not wanting to ruin the mood.

You rolled your eyes at the mention of them. "They aren't idiots." You gave him a pointed look when he lifted up a brow and he raised his hands up in defense. "But yes, Roman wanted to meet up with me."

"To apologize to you, right?" Dom moved away from you and sat up when he was met with silence and a guilty look. "Don't tell me your thinking of apologizing to him, mi corazon."

"I don't know, Dom," you sighed, also sitting up and running a hand across your face. "I know Jimmy will apologize to me, he loves me too much to stay mad at me. But Roman would rather drop dead than apologize. And it'll just cause tension if we act like we are in a cold war with each other."

Your heart hurt at the look Dominik was giving you, but you didn't know what else to do except reassure him. "Trust me, it's just easier this way."

"It would be easier if you just joined Judgment Day!"

You sighed and shook your head at Dominiks words. It wasn't the first time he brought it up, and it wouldn't be the last time you refused his offer either. After all those late nights hanging out after shows at Waffle House or other rendezvous activities you'd have, with the two of you cuddled up next to each other, away from the pressure of famous families and overzealous egos, when nothing else but the moon could shine a light on your innermost thoughts, was when he would gain the courage to ask you.

You always looked like you were close to considering it, but it would turn morning and all signs of even maybe accepting it would wash away and be replaced with fear and with you bringing up Roman. And he'd drop it, but he never understood why you did. He could protect you, give you the power you wanted with the Judgment Day! Why didn't you trust him? Why were you so scared of Roman?

"You know more than anyone I can't do that, Dom."

"But you can! You want to stay at the top, we can keep you there!" Dominik insisted, running a hand through his hair frustratingly. "The guys will like you, and Rhea already loves you! We won't treat you like Roman. He treats you like—"

"Like family." you finished his sentence, a hint of bitterness in your voice and a look Dominik couldn't place on your face. "And that's why I can't leave him. At least, not right now."

Dominik perked up at your last sentence, his eyes searching yours for a hint of understanding. "Not right now?" he questioned, hope flickering in his gaze.

You gave him a small smile, the look in your eyes telling more than words could. "Not right now."

And that was all the confirmation he needed. He didn't need to know anything else- he knew you'd handle it and come to him when the time was right.

His smile mirrored yours as you moved closer to him, your tone shifted from serious to teasing, wanting to change the tense mood. "But until then, don't get in trouble with my family. Solo already suspects us, I don't need him trying to beat your ass."

Dominik laughed, wrapping an arm around you, the tension between you two dissipating as he responded, "Baby don't worry, you know I can take him."

You gave him an amused smile and leaned into him. "Oh, is that why you were hiding behind Rhea last night?"

Dominik chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "I wasn't hiding behind her! I was just... checking out the best angle to hit him, y'know?"

"Mhm, whatever you say baby." You mocked him, giggling at the pout he gave you and deciding to kiss it off of him. Dominik couldn't help but smile against your lips as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving in sync with yours.

Breaking the kiss, you grinned up at him before looking up at the clock and seeing the time.

"Speaking of Rhea, I promise I would hang out with her later. So I better get out of bed before she beats me up." You barely made a move to get out of bed before Dominik whined and pulled you on top of him.

"Can't you stay here longer? She can wait." Dominik pleaded with puppy dog eyes, begging you to stay with him.

You couldn't help but smile at his puppy dog eyes and how he pulled you back onto the bed. "You're too cute, you know that?"

Dominik grinned, his arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled your neck. "So, does that mean you're staying?"

Your hands gently played with the ends of his hair, "How about this? We hop in the shower, make up for lost time, and once we're all clean and pretty, we can go grab some breakfast, and then I'll meet up with Rhea. Deal?"

Dominiks face lit up with a mischievous grin at the thought of you in the shower with him.

"Deal!" he replied enthusiastically, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. He then reluctantly let you go and climbed out of bed, extending a hand to help you up.

You accepted his hand, allowing him to pull you out of bed and lead you to the bathroom. As soon as all of your clothes were shed and the water was on, Dominik picked you up and smashed his lips onto yours, lifting you and bringing the both of you in the shower.

"Dominik... Not now." You managed to protest between kisses as the warm water cascaded over both of you. He ignored your protests in favor of the moans sputtering out of you as he trailed his lips down your neck, sucking harshly into your supple skin.

"Hermosa, I want to taste my breakfast right now." He mumbled into your skin, addicted to the blissed out expression on your face as continued kissing you, lowering himself onto his knees. He was just enamored and completely addicted to you and the hold you had on him.

And you couldn't get enough of him either, just as addicted to him as he was to you. He was just purely addictive- his personality, his charm, his aura, just him. And as you grabbed a fistful of his hair on the back of his head and guided him right where you wanted him, you knew two things.

Rhea would kill you both after this.

And 2, that you were officially a goner for Dominik. The man who many on the roster called a snake, a manipulative, a liar, a sell out. A man who burned everything he hurt to the ground.

But you wanna know what the scary part was? That you didn't even care.

Not one bit.

And if you got burned?

You would gladly get engulfed in flames if somewhere in that fire you'd get the warmth of his love.

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cosmicflw3rr · 23 days

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cash in.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: you cash in at wrestlemania.

A/N: this is inspired by damian’s cash in, just something to put out while I work on my other things! btw pls request stuff I need to unleash my creativity 😈😈

btw in this short fic, for the inst post at the end im using pics from liv’s cash in, and a pic of bianca and montez but you can imagine yourself however you want it’s just pics i chose for the post :)

your nerves were jumbled up as you watched bayley and iyo sky fight for the title. their feud had been going on for a while now and was finally going to be resolved at the grandest stage of them all.

what they didn’t know was that tonight you’d finally cash in the money in the bank contract you'd been clutching for months. you had never found the perfect moment to make your move. yet, something in the air felt different, electric. today was the day you'd cash it in; you could just feel it.

you had to look away from the screen at the amount of close calls the match had, you moved away from the monitor sitting down on the couch in the little spot the tv crew had for the judgement day. damian, finn, jd and rhea also watched the match intently.

you held your head with your hands, sighing. your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. dominik, your boyfriend sat down next to you placing his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing.

as soon as dom's hand touched your knee, you paused and locked eyes with him. "hermosa, talk to me," he urged, understanding the weight of the evening on your shoulders, yet not wanting you to be overwhelmed by stress.

leaning back, you let out a groan, the frustration clear in your voice. "what if it doesn’t work? what if I can't cash in the contract?" you shared your fears, the pressure mounting. "I might not get a chance like this ever again." the uncertainty of it all was eating at you.

you were convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, but dom saw things differently. he knew just how incredible you were in the ring, how you owned every match you fought and put your heart into everything you did. so to hear you think you weren’t ever going to get an opportunity like that again hurt, because he knew you would.

“listen amor.” when you wouldn't meet his gaze, he gently tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours, and saw the worry glistening there. with a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered, "amor, don't worry. you've got this. you're one of the best wrestlers out there, and no matter what happens, there will be more chances. believe in yourself like I believe in you." his words were the comfort you didn't know you needed.

you eyes met dom’s as you nodded, understanding flickering between you. suddenly, the bell echoed, one, two, three times. your head whipped around to the screen, and there it was—bayley's victory. the members from your faction turned to you, their faces a mix of surprise and disbelief.

aithout a second thought, you grabbed your briefcase and bolted towards the gorilla, heart racing. "I'm cashing in! I'm cashing in!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. the production crew exchanged quick glances, barely able to process your words as you grabbed a referee by his shirt and charged onto the stage, adrenaline fueling your every step.

running down the ramp as your theme blared through the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers, instantly recognizing the moment unfolding. You reached the ring sliding into it with the referee on your heels. you turned thrusting the briefcase into his hands, “I’m cashing in!” you yelled.

he looked down at the briefcase his voice tinged with uncertainty, "are you sure?"

without hesitation, you shouted back, "yes, I'm cashing in, do it!" your hand came down hard on the briefcase, affirming your decision. the buzz from the crowd surged through you, adrenaline coursing wildly through your veins.

bayley staggered to her feet, unsteady. you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready, and as the bell chimed for the third time, you quickly delivered your finisher, the ripcord flatliner.

she hit the mat, motionless. yet, the roar of the crowd told you to keep going. you quickly pulled her to the ring's center, seizing her legs and cinching in a figure four lock, the cheers growing impossibly louder.

the excitement from the crowd was electric and the adrenaline in your body was hard to contain.

with the figure four perfectly locked in, bayley was trapped, dead center of the ring with no hope of grabbing the ropes. you yelled, teeth gritted, tightening the hold. then, the moment came—bayley tapped out, the bell sounding three times.

your music blared out as you released her, you scooted back, your spine meeting the ropes, shock written on your face. your hands flew to cover your eyes, tears leaving paths down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crowd's roar drowning your thoughts, the reality of the moment not quite sinking in.

wiping your tears, you turned to the referee, who held the championship title towards you. grabbing it from, you sat there dazed, just gazing at the title, a fresh wave of tears blurring in your eyes as pride swelled within you.

you got to your feet, lifting your arm, and the cheers from the crowd grew even wilder. you let out a smile, wiping away those involuntary tears. just then, at the top of the ramp, you noticed the judgement day coming out, cheering you on.

without missing a beat, you slipped out of the ring and bolted up the ramp. reaching the top, you found dominik first, waiting for you. the two of you collided into a tight embrace, him lifting and twirling you off the ground.

when your feet touched solid ground, you stepped back, locking eyes with him briefly, then sharing a tender kiss. after the kiss, you both melted into another warm hug, your arms around his neck and his on your waist.

“I’m so proud of you baby. I told you everything would work out.” he whispered, stirring fresh tears in your eyes. you nodded against his shoulder.

"I love you so much," you choked out, voice trembling, tears streaming down. breaking from the embrace, he tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears, then kissed you once more.

a smile broke through as he stepped aside, revealing the judgement day, all hyped up. In an instant, they swept you and dom up in a massive group hug.

you all erupted in cheers, bouncing around with excitement as each one expressed their pride in you, bringing a beam to your face. the group hug ended, and everyone turned towards the ring.

in a swift move, dom and damian hoisted you onto their shoulders, your hands clutching the title as you raised it high, pyro blazing in the background.

with a joyful shout, you took in the cheering crowd. after soaking in the moment, they carefully lowered you back down. you lifted your hand in triumph one last time before Dom draped his arm over your shoulder.

backstage, away from the roaring crowd, the intimacy of the moment enveloped you and dom as the judgment day trailed behind. you wrapped your arms around dom once more, this hug deeper, more personal.

tears freely flowed as the weight of your victory hit you, and dom was there, a comforting presence, rubbing your back gently. "I am so, so proud of you, amor. you've earned this and so much more," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your overwhelmed emotions.

pulling back from the embrace, you brushed away the lingering tears, offering him a tender kiss. "thank you, babe. for everything," you murmured with heartfelt gratitude.

"this was all you," he replied, his pride in you evident.

"maybe, but your support has been my rock, the thing that's kept me pushing forward," you said, your voice laced with appreciation. his smile then met yours, and he leaned in to seal your shared moment with another kiss.

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damiansgoodgirll · 9 days

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heyy i love ur fics sm!!! was wondering if u could do a damian fic where reader and him are on a plane tg and reader gives him a hand job and damian returns the favor

damian priest x reader

‼️smut so stay away kids

plan b

“i can’t sleep” you groaned next to your boyfriend. you were currently on a long flight going to the uk and, note to say, you hated flying.

not because you were scared, you just didn’t like it. and you were thankful for the little privacy the first class was giving you and damian because you didn’t know how would you have handled being on a ten hour flight in economy class, with all the people talking and kids screaming.

“i’m sorry love…it will be over soon” he smiled at you looking up from the book he was reading.

“can you please share the blanket? i’m starting to freeze with all this air conditioning…” you asked him and he gently opened the blanket a little more to let it pose over your legs.

another ten minutes passed and you harshly threw your phone over the little table in front of you.

damian gave you a questioning look. he knew you could get a little childish during flights, especially long flights.

“i’m so bored…i’m gonna die here i fear” you said, making him laugh.

“just try to close your eyes and sleep a bit mi amor, we’re gonna land soon” he said, scooping you a little into his side.

laying your head over his shoulder and your hands in his lap, a mischievous idea made passed your mind. it’s not like you were trying to be bratty on purpose, even though you liked it, you were just too bored that whatever idea came to your mind was better than die of boredom.

one of your hands moved under the blanket, still resting on damian’s thighs. it’s when he felt you moving lower and lower that he realised what you had in mind and even though he was craving for your touch, he didn’t want to catch the attention of the other passengers.

“what are you doing?” he whispered.

“you know exactly what i’m doing…” you said back while your hand palmed his growing length over his shorts.

“shit” he hissed “we shouldn’t do this here…”

“you don’t want it?”

“i do want it mi amor…what about the people? they will hear us”

“damian everyone is asleep!” you laughed “plus they won’t hear us if you keep your mouth shut” you said before moving your hand into his boxers “we have the blanket over us…they won’t see and they won’t hear us…so sit back and enjoy it big boy” you said kissing his neck softly before starting to slowly move your hand over his length.

it was hard for him to keep it shut, and you knew it too. loving how usually vocal he is in bed, you knew he was trying his best to not make any noise.

“oh fuck…” he moaned into his hand when you moved your hand a little faster, teasing his tip with your fingers “keep doing that”

“i don’t plan on stopping” you whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

your lips touched his neck a few times, kissing the sweet spot behind his ear that you knew would make him crazy.

“i don’t know how much longer i can keep it shut…fuck, what has gotten into you uh?” he asked you, still trying to muffle his moans.

“i was getting bored…”

“oh you should get bored more often” he teased back.

“yes uh?” you moved your hand up and down his length, teasing his tip once again, feeling him shaking into your hand “you close?” you asked and he nodded.

“move your hand or i’m gonna cum on you…”

“i don’t plan on doing so” you moved a little faster, his cum covering your hand.

“how was it?” you asked, knowing the answer already, removing your hand from under the blanket and slowly cleaning the remaining cum on your hand with your tongue, making him moan just looking at you.

“very good…but, you wouldn’t think i would let you go away with this…”

“what you mean?”

“i mean…” his hand now went under the blanket and moved towards your legs “i mean lift that hips up, remove your shorts and panties and spread your legs, because you ain’t safe either mi amor”

you did as he told you. loving this dominant side of him, knowing that you were in for a long night.

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thesithdiaries · 7 months

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Choose (Rhea Ripley/TJD imagine)

Pairing: Platonic!The Judgement Day x female!reader

Warnings: spoilers for Fastlane 2023 if you haven't watched it, no google translate because spanish is my first language, typical wrestling violence, angst, him or me trope, gaslighting, choking, mentions of bruises and marks, made up women's championship, is finn the villain? probably

Setting: Monday Night Raw after WWE Fastlane 2023

The air felt thick in the locker room. At least it felt that way for Y/N.

She finally had a match for the new women's championship. Y/N had worked hard for weeks, training and practicing her moves, and working on her strategy. Rhea had been a huge help for her, as she was the current Raw Women's Champion. The match was against Becky Lynch. Y/N didn't lie to herself, Becky was great at what she did, and beating her was going to be tough.

“JD is going to be on standby to help you,” Finn told Y/N, making her snap out of her thoughts. JD stood there, smiling.

“What? Why?” She replied, confused.

“What do you mean "why”? Nobody will see it coming, because they'll expect Rhea or Dom to go out there with you.”

“Yeah, you could use the surprise to your advantage,” Dom pipped in, softly nudging her arm.

“I could go with you if you want,” Damian suggested, noticing she wasn't liking the initial idea.

“No.” Y/N finally said, standing up from the couch. Everyone looked at her, some shocked and some not surprised.

“Why not?” Both Finn and JD asked at the same time.

“I can do this on my own,” Y/N reminded them, making Finn scoff. “I really don't want anyone there with me. I want to show everyone that I do belong in this group.”

Rhea was quiet, analyzing everything. A slow, burning rage crept up on her for the way they were treating Y/N.

“It's time for my match, I’ll see you guys later.”

When Y/N left and closed the door, Rhea turned to look at the guys. “You heard her. I don't want anyone out there, do you understand? It's what she asked.”

The match had gone on for 20 minutes. The crowd was deafening, loving the way Becky and Y/N worked with each other. It was such an important match for both of them.

It had been very back-and-forth, both women showing their incredible skills and determination. Y/N, using a new move, locked Becky into a submission hold. The crowd cheered in anticipation as Becky groaned in pain, her fingers trying to reach the ropes.

Y/N heard boos and turned her head towards the ramp. JD McDonagh was making his way to the side of the ring. He rushed and got to the apron, attempting to help Y/N by distracting the referee. Both he and Y/N set their attention to the guy, not noticing Becky was tapping out.

She released the hold, pissed that JD went against her wishes. As Y/N turned back to Becky, though, she used the distraction in her favor. She quickly did the Manhandle Slam, sending Y/N crashing to the mat. Before going for the pin, Becky kicked JD off the ring.

Y/N sat there motionless as Becky’s theme song was playing. The ringing in her ears was so loud that she couldn't really distinguish if the crowd was cheering or booing. She almost had it, the championship was at the tip of her fingers, and now it was gone.

As the lights dimmed for a commercial break, Y/N pulled herself together and quickly went backstage. The Judgment Day was waiting for her behind the curtain, all of them panting and out of breath.

Y/N walked past them towards the locker room, without even uttering a word.

“Y/N wait,” Dom called out, walking after her. “Please stop walking.”

“I really don't wanna talk right now,” Y/N admitted. Dom grabbed her arm softly, making her stop. “Dom-”

“We didn't know he was going to do it,” Dominik informed her. “He was called for an interview right after you left and then he was out there. We ran but we didn't make it in time. Everything happened too quickly.”

“What's done is done, just leave me alone.”

“Damian, come on, let him go,” Finn pleaded.

JD was pressed against the wall, a few inches off the ground, Damien tightly choking him. “This is all your fault. Ya me tienes harto.” (I’m so tired of you.)

“I told you to stay backstage. What part of that didn't you understand?” Rhea barked, pissed off.

“Come on guys, we couldn't have poss-”

“Enough!” Damian interrupted Finn. “You knew he would do it because you told him to. You are both responsible.”

Finn laughed nervously. “No, man, I didn't tell him anything.”

Dom lightly tapped Rhea’s shoulder, pointing at Y/N’s bag still on the table. She was still in the arena. Rhea left to go look for her.

After walking for what felt like hours, she found her on the other side of the arena, sitting on top of an equipment cart. “There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you.” Rhea sat next to her, taking in her appearance. There were bruises and red marks all over her face and body.

Y/N didn't reply, just sat there, hugging her legs. In reality, she wanted to scream and cry, tear everything apart.

“Come on, love, talk to me,” Rhea begged, softly caressing her arm.

“I… asked for one thing tonight, just one… and he couldn't do that for me.”

“I know,” Rhea sighed. “We should've been paying him more attention, but I was sure he wasn't going to do anything.”

“Finn doesn't respect me,” Y/N informed her. “And before you ask why, he always gaslights and belittles me in a joking way, but we all know it's not a joke. He never considers my feelings or what I want. I lost my match, because of him and his friend. They lost their titles at Fastlane because of JD and I’m also sure he did something to the briefcase.”

“Y/N-” Rhea started, but Y/N kept talking.

“If JD McDonagh joins the Judgement Day, I’m out.”

They both stared at each other, Rhea not knowing what to say to that. She would leave? She couldn't leave them… not like that.

“I'm going to our next city, see you next week.”

“Wait, you're not coming to the rest of the shows?” Rhea asked, confused and even more worried.

“No… I need a break,” Y/N admitted. “I'll see you later, tell Damian and Dom I left.”

Rhea stood there, at a loss. Her favorite girl was about to leave a group that has fought so hard to get to the top, all because two idiots didn't care about her enough to listen to a simple request. The anger from before was spilling over. She felt her hands shaking from it. Finn and JD hurt Y/N, now they were going to pay.

#wwe imagine #wwe fanfic #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #damian priest imagine #damian priest x reader #dominik mysterio imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor imagine #finn balor x reader

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 5 months

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• JD McDonagh x Reader

Summary: You and JD have been dating since you were both in NXT. Since you both got called up to Raw, you have joined The Judgement Day and JD has been trying to get into The Judgement Day. Things get a little heated after the members find out something about you and JD.

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Sitting on the bathroom counter in me and JD's hotel room, I am putting some makeup on and straighten my hair for Monday Night Raw tonight. I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

"It's open."

JD walks in and looks over at me in the mirror.

"Damn babe. You are so gorgeous."

He puts his hands on my sides and his chin on my shoulder. I giggle, turn my head and kiss his cheek.

"Thank you babe."

"SO Y/N. When you are done, can you come out to the bedroom? I have a question for you."

"Of course honey."

He lets me go and leaves the bathroom. I finish up with my hair and my makeup and get off the counter. I come around the corner and JD is standing at the end of the bed holding a rose. I walk over to him taking the rose.

"What's this?"

"Well I have been waiting to ask you this for years and I can't wait any longer. I can't find the right time to do it so I'm just gonna do it now."

He gets down on one knee and grabs my hand. I look down at him with a shocked face starting to tear up dropping the rose on the ground. He pulls a little black box out of his pocket and opens it showing this beautiful ring.

"Y/N. You make me the happiest man on the planet. We have been together for a few years now and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my soulmate. Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes!"

He stands up and kisses me. I kiss him back than look down at the ring.

"Babe. This ring is beautiful."

He grabs my hand and puts it on my finger. I look up at him.

"Do you possibly have a ring for yourself?"

"Oh I'm way ahead of you baby."

He shows me his hand with a black band ring on his finger. He hands me one for myself as well. I giggle, grab his face and kiss him. I pull back and hear a knock at the door. His eyes go wide realizing what time it is.

"I lost track of time."

He whispers to me and goes into the bathroom locking the door. I quickly grab my wrestling bag and my phone and walk to the door. I quickly change my diamond ring for my black rubber ring. I open the door and see Damian Priest standing there.

"Hey Damian!"

"Hey Y/N. Was there someone in your room with you? I thought I heard someone talking."

I give him a confused look and shake my head no.

"Nope. Just had the TV on. Anyways, let's get going."

I grab his wrist, drag him away from the hotel room and out to his car. We head off to the arena. I text JD letting him know that we have left.

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*20 minutes before Raw starts*

I am sitting on the couch in The Judgement Day locker room. Damian is sitting next to me with his arm behind me on the couch. He has been trying to flirt with me and get with me since I joined them. Rhea comes into the locker room with Dominick and JD. I am scrolling on my phone not noticing Damian slowly sliding his arm down the couch to my side. I feel him grab my side so I decide to elbow him in the chest. He grunts, grabs his chest and starts coughing.

"That's what you get Priest."

Rhea starts laughing at him along with Dom and JD. I get up and go sit with Dom and JD on the other couch. We hear a knock on the door and Rhea gets up to answer it. Adam Pearce walks into the locker room looking at all of us.

"Rhea. Dom. Y/N. JD. You are opening Raw tonight. Better get ready."

Adam turns and walks out. I get up, go to the bathroom and get changed into a Judgement Day shirt, my black and purple leather shorts, purple leather jacket and my black wrestling boots. I walk out of the bathroom fixing my hair and look up to see Damian's jaw almost on the floor.

"And.... and I can't come out.. out with you guys?"

He points at me with his jaw dropped. I roll my eyes and follow Rhea out of the locker room with Dom and JD right behind us.

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We are in the ring cutting a promo. Me and Rhea are calling out the women's tag team champions Chelsea Green and Piper Niven.

"Piper. Chelsea. Get your asses out here. We want those tag team titles!"

I throw my mic down and motion for them to come out. Rhea grabs my arm and shakes her head yes meaning I did good on our promo. Piper and Chelsea make their way out to the ring and get in our faces. Piper grabs the mic out of Rhea's hand and I go to swing at her, but JD grabs my waist and pulls me away from her. Dom grabs Rhea's arm and pulls her away too. We all climb out of the ring and get ready for our match.

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*near the end of the match*

Piper is kneeling infront of the commentary table and Chelsea is in the ring getting beat up by Rhea. I run and give Piper my signature shining wizard to take her out. Rhea picks up Chelsea and gives her a Riptide. Rhea pins her and wins us the tag team titles. Dom slides into the ring and hugs her. JD picks me up and spins me around as I wrap my legs around his waist.

"You did it baby."

He says to me setting me down making me smile. I walk over grabbing the titles and go into the ring. Rhea hugs me than takes one of the titles from me. We celebrate with a bunch of Pyro going off. We roll out of the ring walking up the ramp and to the back to our locker room.

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"There is the champs!!"

We walk in with Damian and Finn yelling for us! I walk over and hug Finn than turn to Damian. He has his arms out signaling for a hug. I roll my eyes and hug him lightly. He pulls me closer to him and goes to kiss my forehead. I move away from him and over towards JD. I give him a big hug smiling really big. Damian pulls me away from him and pushes him against the wall wrapping his hands around his neck choking him hard. I gasp and grab Damian's arm trying to get him off JD. Dom, Finn and Rhea grab Damian's waist and arms trying to get him off as well. Damian looks over at my hand on his arm trying to get him off and notices my black rubber ring. He looks at JD and see a black rubber ring on his finger as well. He drops JD and looks over at me with a serious look on his face. I look up at him slightly scared.

"When were you gonna tell us?! Tell me?!" He grabs my hand pointing to my ring. My eyes go wide looking up at him. He grabs JD's hand and holds it next to mine. The rest of Judgement Day gasps seeing our rings. I look down feeling my face get red slowly pulling my hand away. JD looks at Damian pulling his hand away as well.

"Answer me! Y/N! JD! When were you going to tell us?!"

I look up at Damian than back at Rhea, Finn and Dom.

"Well everyone..... this happened before we left for Raw earlier."

I hold my hand up showing the black ring.

"SO you two just randomly are engaged? Like when did you two even start dating?"

"No Damian. Me and JD have been together since our NXT days."

Rhea, Finn and Dom are silently laughing at Damian. He turns and looks at them with an angry face.

"What is so funny you three?"

"Ummm Damian?"

I tap his shoulder making him turn back to look at me.

"Everyone knew I was dating JD.... but you. We didn't want to tell you because look how you reacted...."

"What?! Are you kidding me?!"

I shake my head yes looking up at him. He looks at me than looks at JD. He grabs JD's shirt pulling him closer to himself.

"You better take care of her or lord help you if you don't. It won't be pretty for you."

I roll my eyes and everyone else starts congratulating me and JD on our engagement. I take the real engagement ring out of my wrestling bag and show it off to them......

THE END

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dirtywrestling · 9 days

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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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all-risejd · 11 months

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A New Judgement Chapter 13: Braiding Challah and Some Morning Snuggles (Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 12.5.

Warnings: Smut below, not too graphic but there are hand necklaces and biting involved as well as talk of the loss of a loved one.

Nessa pulls up to Rhea's house after finally getting the groceries she promised. She turns off the car and sits there a moment trying to process what happened in the last hour or so. Nessa bites her lip deciding to not bring up the weird coffee shop experience and sends a message to the group text calling everyone out to help her bring in the groceries. One by one they all jog out of the house. Damien is out first and goes to hug Nessa, the rest of them surrounding her, hugging her in relief.

“We were so worried Nessa, we couldn’t get a hold of you and thought something happened.” Damian is the first to speak.

“I’m sorry,” Nessa says her voice muffled by Damian's chest and she wiggles trying to get some space and air. Everyone thankfully notices and takes a step back still surrounding Nessa.

“I’m so sorry guys, a storm came out of nowhere and I couldn’t see to safely drive so I parked and ran into the nearest building which was a coffee shop and there was like no service for some reason and I waited out the storm and then I forgot where I parked for a bit.” Nessa blushes, embarrassed at the admission.

“Then please next time ask someone to use their phone or even the business phone to just let us know you are ok and what is going on. Like Luis said we were worried sick!” Rhea gently pushes Nessa on her shoulder, the rest of them making sounds of agreement.

“Ok, I will I promise.” Nessa holds her hands up in surrender before gesturing towards the car.

“Can you guys please help me get the groceries in before they spoil? There is cold stuff in there and I want to get to starting dinner.” Damian kisses Nessa's forehead and hugs her one more time and Nessa can feel that he is relieved she is safe and can see the tension still in his body, in all their bodies they were so worried for her and she fills with guilt. Rhea grabs Nessa’s hand to stop her from going to help the boys carry in the groceries. Nessa looks at Rhea who shakes her head and kisses Nessa’s hand.

“Let them carry it in, I need some Nessa time. You promised to let me help you cook so let's go set up the kitchen while they bring everything in.” Rhea asks and Nessa nods and heads into the house pulling Nessa with her. The boys following behind grumbling.

“Hey, I thought you only went to the store for a few things,” Dominik complains loudly. Nessa looks over her shoulder as Rhea still continues to pull her along.

“We are here for a few days so I got a few day's worth of food for 3 grown ass men one of which doesn’t eat carbs, one that eats super healthy and constantly to keep up with his workouts, and you know how you eat; so I planned for those few days so everyone's dietary needs are met,” Nessa answers back yelping as Rhea pulls a little too hard on her arm bringing her through the doorway. Rhea looks guilty at hearing Nessa yelp.

“I’m sorry Bunny, I didn't mean to pull that hard!” Rhea apologizes and releases Nessa’s arm.

“It’s fine Dems, I know you didn’t mean to.” Nessa accepts the apology immediately and grabs Rhea's hand again and together they walk to the kitchen and the boys set all the bags on the counter. They all turn to walk away and Rhea clears her throat.

“Can you help us put this stuff up while we get started?” Rhea cocks her head and the boys grumble but they do as asked while Nessa sets aside the ingredients she needs.

“Ok, thank you.” Nessa grabs Dominik's hand and pulls him into a hug before placing a kiss on his lips and doing the same for Damian.

“Come here Luv?” Finn holds out his arms and Nessa steps into them wrapping her own around his waist. He tightens his arms around her, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear. “We are glad you are ok. I am glad you are ok,” He pats the back of her head before breaking the hold he has on her.

“Thank you Finny, If you guys are ok with it can you leave me alone with Dems for a while? I’ll bring you plates when it is done.” Nessa asks and informs them.

“No Nes call us we will get our own plates, you are cooking for all of us the least we can do is get our own plates.” Dominik shakes his head and the others make noises of agreement.

Nessa starts waving them away, “Fine but get out of my kitchen,” she continues to shoo them, not noticing the smile they were sharing with each other. Nessa waits until the boys are clear out of the kitchen before turning to Rhea.

“Ok, Dems start the oven then zest and juice the orange and then soak the raisins in the orange juice, I’ll start the noodles.” Nessa gently instructs as she starts to make the dough for Challah and sets it on top of the stove to proof while the Kugel bakes. Nessa grabs a few Lunchables from the fridge that she bought and sits down on the floor leaning against the counters facing the oven and pats the ground next to her for Rhea to join her.

“Come on Mami, we have about an hour or so before we braid the Challah and put it in when the Kugel is out. We will put the Kugel in the warmer while the bread bakes. I’ll have you braid it.” Nessa smiles and offers a Lunchable to Rhea who returns the smile and joins her on the floor grabbing the Lunchable.

“When we lose someone we love or anyone in general we say to each other and to family may their memory be for a blessing. We sit low on cushions or on the ground to signify how low our grief takes us and we eat stuff like cheese and fruit and talk about the memory of the one we lost. For immediate family we are supposed to stay home for a week after the funeral.” Nessa explains grabbing Rhea's hand and leaning her head on Rhea's shoulder. Nessa feels Rhea's body start to shake in silent sobs and Nessa runs her other hand up and down Rhea's arm in a calming gesture just letting her cry. After a few minutes, Rhea calms down and sniffles, laying her head on top of Nessa’s. “Tell me more about your Nonna sweetheart,” Nessa asks, squeezing Rhea's hand gently which Rhea returns by lifting their hands to her mouth and placing a kiss on the back of Nessa’s hand.

“She… She… She used to let me help her in the kitchen. Especially after I had a rough day with my self-worth and mean comments. Much like this actually.” Rhea starts off weak, her voice getting stronger.

“I’m glad I could do something to keep her memory alive. Tell me more if you would like?” Nessa prompts.

“How about we both share memories of people we lost… please,” Rhea asks and Nessa nods Rhea's head still laying on hers.

“Ok, when I lost my brother in January I was gutted. I went no contact because he couldn’t stay clean from drugs and was stealing from Mom. But I loved him, that was my brother and I had to mourn what we could have had as well as the life that was lost. When I was 16 he tried to sneak me out to a seedy tattoo place for us to get matching tattoos. We got busted and mom got so mad.” Nessa smiles at the memory, wiping away the stray tear that slid down her cheek.

“How old was he?” Rhea asked, picking her head back up and taking a good look at Nessa.

“24, so he knew bette,r” Nessa chuckles and meets Rhea's gaze. Nessa gently wipes away the tears on Rhea's face.

“My Nonna wasn’t surprised when I came home with my first tattoo and she actually was supportive of me getting it and calmed my parents down…” Rhea lets out a little giggle at the memory, resting her forehead on Nessa’s. Rhea closes her eyes like watching another memory and Nessa grabs her hand again.

“I remember my first year in NXT. She surprised me on my birthday by sending me a care box of my favorite sweets from home. She was always so thoughtful and I am going to spend the rest of my life missing her.” More tears fall down Rhea's face. Nessa moves to pull Rhea down and rests Rhea's head on her shoulder and wraps her arms around her.

“I know, sweet girl, but her memory lives on in you. Every time you breathe, think of her, in the inspiration you are for others like she was to you. She is still alive in that memory. It is up to those they leave behind to keep the memories alive and you do that with everything you do. I don’t know her but I do know how proud she must be of you for achieving your dreams and inspiring others to be themselves.” Nessa kisses the top of Rhea's head mirroring the comfort the woman in her arms has given her. Rhea sniffles and shuffles deeper into Nessa’s arms.

“This…this helps, thank you, Nessa,” Rhea scoots down in Nessa’s arms to rest her head on Nessa’s lap. Nessa runs her fingers through Rhea's hair, gently scratching her scalp. They stay like that for the rest of the hour trading stories of their lost loved ones until the timer goes off.

“Ok sweets let's get up and I’ll show you how to braid the Challah after I put the Kugel in the warmer to keep it ready.” Nessa gently slides Rhea's head off her lap, laughing when Rhea lets it thunk on the ground.

“Everything ok in there?” Comes Damiens worried voice.

“Yeah all good, Rhea decided to test the hardness of the floor with her head.” Nessa answers back while getting up, laughter coming from the living room as she helps Rhea up. Rhea gently grabs Nessa, both hands on either cheek and kisses her lips tenderly, and pecks her nose before letting her go. Blood rushes to Nessa’s face with affection.

“Are we going to talk after dinner Bunny?” Rhea asks softly as Nessa takes the dish out of the oven and puts it in the warming drawer. Nessa turns around still blushing and goes to stand next to Rhea at the counter.

“Yeah, I suppose it is time to give you all my decision. It is unfair to you all to not have an answer, especially because I’m the reason y'all haven’t had sex for what over a week?” Nessa shrugs, feeling guilty and embarrassed. Rhea shakes her head and just pulls Nessa towards her trapping her between the counter and herself. Nessa’s back against Rhea’s chest and Rhea leans down to whisper in her ear.

“That is not a problem and is not a bad thing or your fault Nes. Don’t give us an answer just because you feel bad or because you feel pressured for sex.” Rhea tells her seriously and squeezes her arms around Nessa’s waist.

“It's not because of that, I want to because…” Nessa stops when she hears Rhea take a sharp breath and nuzzle into her neck.

“I knew it.” Rhea quietly gloats, smiling into Nessa’s neck.

“Just keep it quiet till after dinner, there are still some things I need to discuss ok?” Nessa asks and Rhea nods and places a string of kisses on Nessa's neck making her breath catch in her throat. Nessa swallows a few times to gather herself and clears her throat. “Ok so let's get the Challah done, it'll take another hour and I’m getting hungry!” Nessa tries to move out of Rhea's arms only for Rhea to grunt, “Nuh uh”. Nessa sighs and shakes her head. “Menaces the lot of you…” Nessa can’t help but smile glad her back is to Rhea.

“So what do I do?” Rhea asks, reaching around Nessa. Nessa rolls her eyes and directs her on what to do, sometimes guiding her hands and helping as they cut and braid the Challah and add the egg wash. Rhea grabs the tray and turns around putting it in the oven, Nessa can’t help it, but she smacks Rhea's ass as she is bent over, a blush rushing to her face again as Rhea snaps back into a standing position and turns around her eyebrow raised. Rhea slowly steps towards Nessa who is already backed up against the counter. Rhea closes the gap between them and places her hands on either side of Nessa trapping her back against the counter.

“Now little girl, what was that?” Rhea’s voice drops and Nessa’s face gets even redder as she bites her lip.

“I mean it looked so inviting and delicious I couldn’t help myself…” Nessa squeaks out looking up at Rhea with wide eyes. Rhea smirks devilishly down at Nessa, grabbing her by the ass and lifting her onto the counter, Nessa instinctually wrapping her arms around Rhea's neck.

“I know you like rough play but you don’t know the game you are playing yet little girl. You don’t know how much I want you, how much we want you, and have come close to crossing that boundary. You’ve been such a good girl taking care of me and the boys this week,” Rhea gets even closer as she talks, her face close to Nessas, her voice sending shivers up Nessa’s spine.

Rhea scoots Nessa closer to the edge of the counter closer to her and Nessa wraps her legs around Rhea. Nessa leans closer and puts her lips to Rheas, feeling her soft lips move with hers, Nessa’s hand tangling in Rhea’s short hair making the woman moan and pull back.

“Oh no Bunny, if there is hair pulling I’ll be pulling yours.” Rhea rasps out knotting her hands in Nessa's hair and pulling her head back exposing her neck. Rhea wastes no time biting and sucking on Nessa’s neck, Nessa whimpers quickly becoming putty in Rhea’s hands.

There is a thunder of footsteps and Damian and Dominik run into the kitchen making Rhea separate from Nessa, a proud smirk on her face seeing the marks lining Nessa’s neck.

“Oh come on, that's not fair!” Dominik whines and Damian smirks and crosses his arms.

“What happened here Mariposa? I hear a thunk then all of a sudden you guys are making out?” Damian whines.

“She smacked my ass!” Rhea answers and Damian chuckles while Dom makes the oooh face.

“Yeah, that’ll do it.” Damian chuckles and walks over gently grabbing Nessa’s chin and gently moving her head to look at the marks on her neck.

“I'll have to add to this, it is unfair that Rhea gets all the fun.” Damian says, the promise heavy in his voice and Nessa takes a shaky breath looking up at him. Damian meets her gaze and leans down about to kiss Nessa only for Rhea to pull him back and Nessa pouts.

“You can kiss later, it's my time right now and we are cooking dinner, so like she said get out of my kitchen.” Rhea playfully shoves a pouty Damian out of the kitchen, Dominik laughing and following him out. Once she is sure the boys are gone and hopefully out of earshot Rhea steps back to where Nessa is still sitting on the counter and stands between her legs again, hands gently resting on Nessa’s hips. “Are you ok Bunny?” Rhea asks, studying Nessa’s expression trying to read any potential discomfort. Nessa blushes and nods her head, wrapping her arms around Rhea's neck again.

Remembering Rhea asks for verbal confirmation Nessa answers, “Yes... Can you kiss me again?” Nessa asks, rubbing her nose on Rhea’s. Rhea lets out a noise between a huff and a chuckle at how much more innocent Nessa seems, clearly, she is a little, more bits and pieces falling into place making sense. More gently this time Rhea slides her hand up Nessa’s side, continuing until it is on the back of her neck, and pulls her close, melding their lips together, Nessa’s lips parting slightly allowing Rhea to maintain dominance. Nessa’s hands gripping Rhea's shirt at her shoulders, feeling Rhea’s tongue on her own, Nessa’s heart pounding in her chest. Rhea breaks the kiss first, resting her forehead on Nessa’s, both of them taking shallow breaths, their chests heaving with the effort.

“I uh… I think we should stop there for now, Bunny.” Rhea nearly whispers, swallowing trying to put some control back in her voice. Nessa whines, batting her eyelashes at Rhea silently asking for more. “Nessa, you haven’t told the others and I am afraid we won't stop if we continue, so, we stop there for now. We have plenty of time to continue.” Rhea kisses Nessa’s forehead and takes a step back, helping Nessa off the counter.

“Ok I guess that is fair…” Nessa can’t help but pout as Rhea starts cleaning up the kitchen and Nessa does the same, almost glad to busy herself to distract from the throbbing between her thighs. They clean the kitchen together, moving in sync with each other, no feeling of awkwardness between them, instead, it is the sexual tension from earlier, their actions playing on repeat in Nessa’s mind. They are nearly done when the timer for the bread goes off.

“I’ll get it Bunny, you’ve done most of the work.” Rhea kisses the top of Nessa’s head and turns, getting the bread out of the oven.

“Let it sit for about 10 minutes and we can plate everything up. I have a salad with chicken in the fridge for Finn, just give him a little scoop of the Kugel so he can try it since it is high in carbs. There are some other food options if you guys don’t like it. Kugel isn’t for everyone…” Nessa shrugs shyly, nervous about how they will like the food.

Rhea shakes her head and goes over to Nessa pulling her close and resting her chin on top of Nessa’s head. “It smells delicious and I am sure we will all love it. You need to have more confidence in yourself and your abilities.” Rhea orders gently swaying them back and forth.

“How much longer, I’m starving!” Dominik whines from the other room.

“A few more minutes Dom Dom be patient. I’ll bring it out when it is ready.” Nessa answers back.

“You mean you’ll call us when it is ready.” Finn hollers back.

It makes Nessa roll her eyes, “Uh… yeah sure” Nessa responds, jumping away from Rhea who tickled her side. Nessa swats away Rhea’s hands and goes over to the oven and slices up the bread and pulls out the tray of Kugel, Rhea grabs the plates and utensils. Nessa plates up the food and sets it on the counter before calling out for everyone to come and get it.

The boys all run in and see plates already ready all with different things on them. Nessa grabs the first plate and hands it to Finn. “I know you eat a low or no-carb diet so I only gave you a little of the Kugel and bread and the rest is a healthy chicken salad.” She smiles shyly as Finn takes the plate with a grateful smile.

“That is so sweet of you to do that, you didn’t have to.” He steps forward and kisses her forehead surprised she went through the trouble to prepare them all separate plates for their dietary needs. He smiles and turns away as Nessa blushes and heads back to the living room.

Damian grabs the plate Nessa holds out to him and steps forward placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Thank you Mariposa, you didn’t have to go through all the effort to make us all special plates we would have eaten whatever you made.” Damian gently strokes Nessa’s face for a moment before turning and joining Finn in the living room.

Dom smiles widely at Nessa and grabs the plate which was admittedly less healthy than his counterparts, playing on his sweet tooth though it was well portioned. “Thank you Mi Vida, I always love your cooking, you know that!” Dom steps forward and kisses Nessa much the same as Damian previously.

“I know that’s why I gave you a little more than the others, though not enough to wreck your diet, now go sit while Demi and I bring in our food.” Nessa shoos him away and smiles as he goes in for a second kiss before scurrying out the room avoiding Nessa swinging lovingly at him with the wooden spoon she picked up. Nessa shakes her head and sets it down, handing Rhea her plate and grabbing her own. Rhea follows Nessa and sits down on the floor in front of the couch where the boys are, Nessa in front of Damian's legs and Rhea in front of Dominiks.

“Why are you guys sitting down there, there is plenty of room on the chair or you can sit on our laps.” Damian offers wiggling his eyebrows.

“I think I am good down here guys, Nessa taught me this is a way to grieve and it kinda helps.” Rhea shrugs and takes a bite of the Kugel and closes her eyes letting out a moan, “You didn’t tell me it was going to be sweet.” Rhea takes another bite and does a little happy wiggle enjoying the taste of the food on her plate.

“This is really good Luv, thank you!” Finn takes another bite and smiles, the others making noises of agreement as they eat.

“This bread is delicious, you made this from scratch?” Damian asks, his mouth full and holding up a piece of the bread.

Nessa swallows her mouthful before answering and leans back on Damian's legs, laying her head back on his knees to look up at him upside down, “Yeah it is really easy and doesn’t have to proof for too long.” Nessa smiles up at Damian who uses his free hand to momentarily stroke Nessa’s cheek.

Damian notices that Nessa’s expression has changed to a look of worry. “What’s wrong Mariposa?” Damian strokes her cheek again.

Nessa’s eyes focus back and she picks her head back up and shakes it. “Nothing Luis, I just want to talk after dinner. There are some things I want to say to you all…” Nessa takes a nervous bite of her bread trying and failing to hide her shiver as Damian runs his fingers through her hair.

“There is no need to be nervous, Corazon, we accept your decision no matter what you say. Just eat Princesa, you’ve spent so much time cooking and taking care of us you need to eat now,” Dominik reassures her while trying to make sure she takes care of herself. She does as she is told, the rest of them eating their dinner in comfortable silence with the tv on for background noise. Once everyone is done eating, Nessa tries to get up to collect the dishes only for Damian to stop her by placing his hand on her shoulder before getting up and grabbing the plates, Dominik helping him. They come back in after a few minutes and join Nessa and Rhea on the floor, Finn doing the same, all of them sitting in a circle facing each other.

“The floor is yours Mariposa.” Damian smiles at his pun making the rest of the room groan. Nessa swallows nervously and taps on her knee.

“I … I have… I would like…” Nessa stutters her nerves making it impossible to say what she wants, the group looking at her patiently, Rhea reaching out to grab Nessa’s hand. Nessa pauses and takes a deep breath and tries again, “Uh… I want to be with you all, I… I’m all in.” Nessa says so quietly it is a whisper and they didn’t hear her. Trying to lean closer, Damian asks her to repeat what she said. “I’m in, I’m all in with you all with everything,” Nessa says a little louder, her face cherry red. Everyone sits back the way they were a moment ago, Finn looking happy, Dominik smiling from ear to ear and Damian looking smug.

“That is so good to hear Mariposa, are there any additional boundaries you wanted to discuss oh and we will need to have the kink discussion soon…” Damian claps then rubs his hands as Rhea pulls Nessa onto her lap. Nessa grabs Rhea’s hand for courage and plays with her fingers.

“If it would help I could, we could fill out a kink chart. And you can ask Dom, he knows a fair chunk of what I like and that could start that conversation.” Nessa offers to try and feel more comfortable with the conversation.

“And you mentioned you don’t know exactly what you need for aftercare. That is fine, we can figure it out together…” Damian promises with a smile, the rest nodding in agreement. Dominik scoots over and leans against Rhea and Nessa almost crying in relief that she is his again, that she is now properly theirs and he needs the physical contact. The others see this and converge all leaning or laying on one another as the conversation continues.

“It's not an additional boundary I want to discuss but more of an ask. I know for the last few weeks you all have not been able to be intimate with each other, at least where Rhea was concerned while we roomed together. I don't know what you did behind closed doors… Anyway if there is ever a time you want that with each other and I am not… I don’t want…” Nessa sighs trying to gather her train of thought before continuing, “If you want to have sex and I don’t want to please just let me know I won’t be upset and will give you the time you need…” Rhea's arms squeeze harder around Nessa’s waist, Dominik squeezes her thigh and Damian sighs in mock annoyance.

“It isn’t a problem the last two weeks Mariposa, you were, are learning us just as we are learning you. We aren’t going to ask you to leave just so we can have sex that isn’t fair to you, that is something we can figure out organically. So don’t go and feel bad about that.” Damian explains.

“Yeah, we aren't always having sex either, a lot of times it is just nice to relax and cuddle like this,” Finn adds on and for emphasis throws himself on Damian's lap. Nessa relaxes more and laughs at Finn's antics.

“So Mamita, since you have agreed to join us does that mean that sex is back on the table?” Damian halfway jokes wiggling his eyebrows and blood rushes to Nessa’s face remembering what happened the previous week. The group erupts in laughter, Nessa laughing along because the genuine happiness they are exuding is contagious. ____________________________________________________________________________

Nessa and Rhea are in the middle laying down on the couch cushions they pulled off the couch and laid it out so as to be enough pillows for all of them. Damian is lying next to Nessa, Dominik on Rhea's other side. Finn shimmies in between Nessa and Rhea forcing them apart and making Rhea spoon him and he flips Nessa over so he can spoon her, “Hold me asshats,” Finn grumbles and Damian scoots closer and throws his arm over the both of them his face close to hers. The two of them smiling softly at each other.

“Hi.” She mouths to him.

He smiles wider, answering back, just as silently, “Hi Hermosa,” he lays his head on his free arm using it as a pillow. Nessa reaches out grabbing Damian’s shirt to pull him closer and closes her eyes, getting more comfortable and falling asleep to the sounds of her various partners already snoring, Dominiks being the most pronounced.

The next morning Nessa wakes up under a pile of limbs feeling the most refreshed she has in a long time having actually slept through the night. She opens her eyes and cranes her neck seeing Finn’s beard that tickles her face she scrunches it up and tries to wiggle back only to back into Damian and making both men groan, Finn pulling her back to his chest and Damian practically rolling on top of them smooshing Nessa between them.

“It’s too early to be up, go back to sleep Mariposa…” Damian's deep voice still thick with sleep orders and Finn hums in agreement.

Rhea picks up her head and looks at the clock on the wall and groans plopping her head back down, “It’s 10 am we haven’t slept this late in a long time.” Rhea groans and squeezes Dom’s hand to make sure he wakes up too.

“So we have the week off, basically we can afford to sleep in.” Damian responds, his eyes still closed. Nessa wiggles trying to create some room but her breath catches feeling their hard cocks on either side of her. Finn realizes first and places a gentle kiss on Nessa’s head.

“Sorry Luv,” He apologizes before being the first to leave the cuddle pile. With Finn’s spot vacant Rhea reaches out and pulls Nessa to her chest Damian scoots along resuming their closeness, Rhea’s arm around Nessa’s waist. Damian pulls her head to his, their lips meeting sweetly in little pecks progressively getting more sensual, Nessa gently tugging on Damian's hair making him growl in response, and he pulls Nessa's leg over his hip so his erection is now pressing against her, her sleep shorts and his underwear the only barrier between them.

Rhea runs her hands up and down Nessa’s body biting and sucking more marks onto her neck and shoulder making her moan as Rhea slides her hand under Nessa’s shirt gently playing with her breasts and making Nessa moan into Damian's mouth, parting hers to give him entrance. His own hands roam her body, ending up on her ass and hiking her further onto his hip.

Dominik is kissing Rhea much the way Rhea is kissing Nessa and he pauses, “Mami can I have a taste, please” Dominik begs, wanting to feel his lips against any part of Nessa. Rhea hums against Nessa’s shoulders, biting down and leaving another mark making Nessa break the kiss with Damian to moan, throwing her head back onto Rhea.

“Bunny can Dominik have a turn kissing you, I think he has been a good boy,” Rhea asks, peppering kisses on Nessa's soft plump lips. Nessa nods and Rhea scoots back allowing Dominik to climb over her, Nessa rolling over to face Dominik, Damian taking the opportunity to slide off Nessa’s shirt and kiss up her back as Dominik captures Nessa's lips, his shaky hand raising up to rest on Nessa’s face. He places kisses down Nessa’s jaw and the other side of her neck which has yet to be marked by any of them.

He barely gets a mark on her neck before Rhea pulls him away from Nessa, "Now, please Mami while I get Bunny ready for Papi." Rhea orders Dominik and maneuvers her body to give Dominik access while she continues to kiss and mark up Nessa, sliding her fingers into Nessa's cunt, Rhea gasping in pleasure as Dominik uses his own mouth and fingers to do as he was told.

“Is this ok Mariposa?” Damian asks, as he rolls her onto her back so Rhea still has access to her cunt, and he can resume marking up her chest and playing with her nipples enjoying the noises spilling from her lips. She only manages to nod her head but the silence makes them all pause, Rhea pulling her finger away from Nessa. “Words Mariposa, we need words.” Damian growls, a reminder.

“Yes, please don’t stop,” Nessa whimpers. Rhea and Damian share a look and smile at each other, an unspoken agreement forming.

“Dom, lay on your back let me take my pleasure from you while Papi pleases our Bunny.” Rhea grabs Dominik by the hair and pulls him back up, kissing him, tasting herself on his lips before shoving him on his back, and quickly getting undressed and straddling him, guiding his cock inside her the both of them moaning as Rhea moves her hips and rides him while next to them Damian is getting similar sounds out of Nessa.

Damian kisses down Nessa’s body, biting and sucking, Nessa arching her back as he does so on her thigh making her spread her legs for him. Damian wastes no time burying his face between her thighs licking at her clit and using his fingers to help get her ready. Nessa moans and writhes, grabbing a fist full of his hair which he takes as encouragement adding another finger making Nessa moan again, her breathing getting more shallow.

Damian feels her clench around his fingers and he stops licking her for a moment, “Good girl Mariposa, cum for me.” He tells her and returns to pleasing her with his tongue. Nessa whines as she cums around his fingers. Her own fingers were still tangled in his hair. Damian licks up at the increased wetness savoring her taste.

Damian starts to lick and bite back up Nessa’s body as she glances over to see Rhea still riding Dom, their faces scrunched up in pleasure, one of Rhea's hands pinning Dom's hands above his head the other pressing on his chest for leverage. They disappear from Nessa’s view as Damian turns her head to access the part of her neck not marked up and proceeds to add his own marks before returning to Nessa’s lips. His hand travels back down to her cunt and slides his fingers back in, Nessa arching her back, her chest momentarily rubbing against Damian's. It is at that moment the conversation from the coffee shop pops into her head.

“Papi. please.” Nessa begs bucking up against his hand.

“Please what Mariposa?” He answers back gently biting at her neck, his cock grazing across her thigh as he moves his fingers in and out of her wet cunt.

“Please just fuck me…” She begs her breath catching in her throat. Damien groans into her neck, using every bit of his strength to control himself so as to not hurt her, not knowing what she needs yet. He lines himself up and gently pushes in, careful to let her adjust to his size and pressing his lips to hers tenderly. Even when his full length is inside her he moves slowly and carefully, while it feels good it annoys Nessa, she wants more and decides to do something about it. She slightly turns her face away from his kiss and pulls on his hair making him expose his neck. She leans up and bites down, hard, making Damian shudder and groan. Nessa moves her mouth to his collarbone and bites down hard again this time a coppery taste touches her tongue. She lays her head back down on the pillow satisfied with the marks she made. Damien looks at her shocked, his pupils blown with lust. He leans down by her ear, his thrusts speeding up and getting more forceful.

“If that's how you want to play it, Mariposa, so be it.” He growls in her ear before capturing her lips in a possessive, bruising kiss while rutting into her, one hand loosely wrapped around her throat, bracing himself on that elbow, his other hand goes back to rubbing her clit as he fucks her. He keeps up the pace for several minutes until he feels her cunt begin to spasm around his cock, her orgasm rushing through her, her skin flushing red all over her body. He continues his pace prolonging her orgasm and chasing his own until he shudders and bites down on Nessa’s shoulder like she did his, as he finishes inside her.

Damian stays there for a moment collecting himself and watching Nessa’s expression. Her chest heaves with the effort to breathe but she is smiling which ensures Damian that she is ok. He sweetly kisses her forehead before rolling off from on top of her and pulling her to his chest and holding her. “Are you ok Mariposa? Was that too much? What do you need?” Damian asks rapidly, wanting to make sure she is ok as he holds her to his chest, Nessa’s hand resting on his chest next to her head. Nessa nods her head and swallows trying to find strength to talk and collect her thoughts, her body trembling slightly still.

“I’m ok, that was, that was wonderful and just hold me please.” She quietly answers, partly muffled by Damian's chest. They do hear her however and all scoot over surrounding her in the cuddle pile again. “Did you guys just lay there when you were done waiting for us to finish?” Nessa asks, a little more strength in her voice and she feels Rhea laugh against her.

“Yes, this does happen fairly often, and that's what we do so we can all give each other what we need afterward.” Rhea answers. Nessa feels someone play with her hair.

They lay like that for a while before Damian clears his throat, “This probably should have been discussed before but we got carried away, are you on birth control? I’m sorry to ask like this but we did discuss that in the boundaries…” He kisses Nessa’s head as she jumps hearing thumps from the kitchen.

“Relax Mi Vida, Finn is making us breakfast. He does that when he doesn’t participate if we have sex in the morning.” Dominik soothes Nessa reaching over and squeezing her shoulder.

“Yeah, I have an IUD, it’s still good, I am due to have it replaced in a few months.” Nessa explains craning her neck to look up at Damian. She starts to fidget and wiggle and Damian shakes his head and breaks the embrace and slides into a sitting position.

“Go to the bathroom, Nes you clearly need to and we don’t want you to get a UTI, the same goes for you, Rhea.” He orders gently running his fingers through Nessa’s hair when she pouts at the loss of contact but stays laying down because Rhea pulled her to her chest spooning her.

“But comfy…” Rhea mutters into Nessa’s hair, Dominik hums in agreement.

“I know Nessa is comfortable but your health comes first, now, let her go and both of you go to the bathroom.” Damian orders. Nessa wiggles out of Rhea's grasp for Rhea to whine at the loss of heat. Nessa leans over and kisses Rhea, then Dom, then she straddles Damian momentarily and kisses him again before jumping up and going to the bathroom.

Rhea giggles watching Nessa run naked through her house to the bathroom.

"Well that was unexpected," Rhea comments, getting up herself wrapping the blanket around her and continues, "Tonight I'll see if she will fill out the kink chart so we know for sure what is ok and not." Rhea struts away from them Dom still laying on the floor and Damian leaning against the couch sitting up. Damian opens his arms for Dominik who crawls over and sits on his lap.

“She let me kiss her and would have let me do more if Mami would let me,” Dominik pouts, laying his head on Damian's shoulder. Damian wraps his arms around Dom's waist.

“Yes she would have, but we don’t want to do too much too fast, she is still hurt from what happened Dom. We didn’t stop you out of being stingy but to protect both of you. I think it was almost too much for her; she nearly went nonverbal.” Damien explains rubbing up and down Dom’s arm.

“If she is moving and nodding and whimpering it’s ok, it's when she nods but no sound at all is when she shuts down.” Dom explains.

“Where did the biting come from? Did she do that with you?” Damien asks trying to understand how the girl who blushes when he flirts suggestively, she just bites down, did she know that is one of his kinks?

“No not really, she did bite me a bit but never like that,” Dominik answers, kissing the bruises on Damian's neck and making him moan again.

“Oy no more fucking, breakfast is almost done go get dressed the girls are already in here helping me!” Finn hollers out from the kitchen. Damian sighs and pats Dominik’s thigh who gets up, Damian does the same and stretches the two of them going to get ready for the day.

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Crossroads Deal - Finn Balor (18+)

Demon!King!Finn Balor x Melanie

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Summary: Making a deal with the Demon!Balor but instead of wanting Melanie's soul he wants to make her his sex slave.

Warnings: 18+, Minor DNI, Smut, Public!Sex, Sex in a library, Studying for finals, Blowjob.

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Pushing the gravel back into the hole where I had placed my picture in a tin can, standing up, I looked around to see if anyone was in sight. Nothing. Legend has it if someone put a picture of themself in a small canister along with graveyard dirt and a black cat skull and bury it in the center of the crossroads, they could summon a demon and strike a deal, but of course there was a price, in ten years some sort of creature comes and collects what’s theirs.

Luckily when I dug up the tin box and opened it up there already had the ingredients inside and a couple of old photos of other people making deals in the past. I heard about the crossroads deals from my Mythology college class last term, of course I didn’t think anything of it, just an old tale but doing my research and finding out people actually have sold their souls for fame, money, looks, whatever they name it and they got it.

College was becoming irritating, ten hour shifts at work on my shoulders didn’t help and I was constantly worrying if I’ll have enough money for rent. I needed something to change.

“You rang.” A Irish accent filled my ears, jumping slightly, I turned around to see a tall, handsome man in a black suit. His dark hair short and slightly styled where his greenish blue eyes burned into me, his stare lasting longer than a few seconds. I couldn’t help but to blush as I noticed his eyes slightly wander over my body.

“Are you really…” Words couldn’t form in my brain let alone finish the sentence I started. Was this actually happening, demons were real?

“The Demon King? Yeah, I'm also a crossroad dealer.” The male smirked, his memorizing greenish blue eyes turning ruby red. Blinking, they went back to his normal color. “The names Finn.”

“I’m-”

“I already know your name, sweetheart.” He cuts me off before I get the chance to introduce myself.

“You do?” My eyebrows arched in curiosity, wondering how he already knew my name.

“Of course. I know the name of every person who wants to make a deal, Melanie.” The Demon King named Finn licked his lips and stepped closer, the gravel underneath his shiny black business shoes crunched with each step. “So, what can I do for you, dear?” Finn was now only a few feet away, his form nearly towering over me.

Swallowing thickly, I didn’t think I’d make it this far. I actually didn’t think this would work, just following some myth and the help of some reddit reviews from some possible emo kid sulking in the dark. All of this was a cry for help to get me out of what I was in. “I want to be wealthy with money.” I finally spoke out the truth of why I summoned him.

“Blah.” Finn spat. “You humans and money,” Finn started to circle around me, my eyes never leaving him. I quickly turned my head to the other side as it was starting to crank my neck. “Why, can a boy you like fall in love with you?” Finn laughed at my needs.

“Psh, no.” I scoffed at him for trying to assume and twist my words.

“Pay off that mortgage?” Finn spat back another reason why I could have possibly summoned him.

“I wish.” I sighed, looking down at the gravel. What was his deal and trying to guess why I needed this money? Why couldn’t he just give me what I wanted and leave?

“Get that dream car you’ve always wanted?” Finn guessed once more, his Irish accent filling my ears.

“Not even close.” I crossed my arms and looked at him.

Finn stopped guessing and stared back at me, eyes squinting. “Then why is it everytime I make a deal with most of you humans it’s always about money?” Finn hissed, it sounded like he was mostly annoyed than anything. He must get deals with people about money a lot.

“I’m in college, I’m on my own, I nearly work myself to death just to keep up with my rent and college is tiring along with it. I just want to live my life without having to worry about money.” I frowned, finally confessing onto why I summoned him tonight.

“So, you’re willing to give up your soul in the next ten years just for money?” Finn was baffled, he blinked as he waited for my answer.

“Well, when you put it like that.” I reassured myself, my hand going to my arm and rubbing it in comfort, trying not to back out of this silly deal. Should I ask for more or something for else? I felt so small compared to him as he pointed out the flaw of this deal I wanted to make.

“Listen, I’ll make a deal with you.” Finn shoved his hands into the suit jacket pockets and stood there casually. “I’ll give you what you want, I’ll stuff your bank account with so many zeros and with no questions asked from the bank tellers.”

“And you want my soul in return?” I followed up after his deal he proposed.

“No, something better.” Finn pulled his left hand out of his pocket, placing it upon his scruffy chin. Watching his moves made me want to reach out and stroke his facial hair. I watched his large hand stroke his beard, my eyes never leaving his slender fingers. I swallowed, not even realizing I was salivating in my mouth at how much of a good looking man he was, even if he was a demon. Knowing his large hand he could take me with one tight grip around my throat.

I couldn’t help but to clear my throat and squeeze my thighs together. I needed to stay focused and not have my mind in the gutter right now. “Like what?” My voice cracked slightly, I knew better, I should have just headed to my car and left, forget about this night and never come back to the crossroads again, but the other part of me wanted to stay, see what he had to offer.

Before Finn spoke, he shoved his left hand back into his blazer pocket. “I get to have my way with you, whenever and wherever I want.” Finn said nonchalantly, his gaze lazily looking over me. As if he wasn’t interested in me but knew it would be fun to offer the deal.

I blinked, trying to think what he meant by that. “You… You mean have sex with me?” I choked.

“Yeah, basically a sex slave.” Finn shrugged, as if he wasn’t bothered by anything. “If you don’t like the deal I could just make it to where I come and collect your soul in ten years.” Finn suggested. “Well, not me but my Hellhounds.”

“Hellhounds?” I questioned him. “Is that like a dog or something?” I didn’t understand what he meant by that.

“More or less, basically they come and rip you apart and collect your soul to bring it down to Hell for my collection.” Finn pulled his hand once more and checked out his nails in a bored manner.

Biting my lower lip, I fiddled with my fingers. Now it was my turn to check out his body fitted in the tight suit. Finn huffed out a breath, folding his arms together, his biceps flexing. “I can let you think-”

“I’ve thought about it.” I blurted out, interpreting him.

“Oh yeah,” He purred, the words rolling off of his tongue like silk. “And what’s your choice, sweetheart?”

“I’ll do it, I’ll take your deal.” I said without a second thought. I now didn’t know if I was doing this for the money still or to be in the sheets with this demon.

“Great!” Finn smirked, coming closer to me.

“So, how do we seal the deal? Handshake, I sign my name on a contract with?” I started to extend my hand out towards him.

“Something like that.” He murmured, pulling me closer to him by the waist, his free hand caressed my cheek, leaning down he pressed his lips against mine, planting a surprisingly soft kiss.

My eyes widened, placing my hand on top of his chest. I tried to push the Demon King away. My eyes slowly fluttered shut, I stopped trying to push him away and melted into his touch. Finn pulled away from me, gasping softly for air. I looked up at the demon. “You made a great deal, Melanie.” Finn chuckled. “See you soon.”

That was three months ago. At first I thought Finn would come back in a couple of days but soon days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. He was faithful on his end of the deal, I had money in my bank where I could retire today if I wanted to. My fridge was stocked with groceries, my cabinet stuffed with canned goods, my car even had a full tank of gas every week.

Finals were around the corner and I was spending my saturday at the local library, other students from the college were there too, noses in books, staring at computer screens, some students were so tired from studying they fell asleep their elbows propped up on the table while they rested their head in the palm of their hands, drooling.

Standing up from my table I forgot one more book for my anatomy class. Walking down the aisle of the large bookshelves I stopped in the health section, my fingers dancing along the spines of the books, looking for the one I needed.

“Looking for this?” A rich Irish accent asked. Jumping slightly, I looked to my right to see the Demon King, holding up some kind of book about romance.

I couldn’t help but to giggle. “No.” I grinned at him for picking out such a book.

Finn frowned, looking at the book and placing it randomly on the shelf where it didn’t belong, obviously romance didn’t belong in the health aisle. “I thought you females adore romance novels?”

“I’d love to be reading about that, but sadly I’m studying for my anatomy final. It's coming up in a few days.” I started to look for the book I needed again, my attention back to the shelf skimming through the books.

“Listen, that’s hot and all, I’d love to see you study for a final,” Finn teased me about studying in the library. “but I have something else better in mind.” Finn licked his lips and gave a mischievous smile.

“And what could that possibly be?” I asked, looking towards him, my eyes casted downwards, only to grow wide and quickly look back up at him. “You’re joking?” I gasped, Finn was standing there with a pinched tent pressing against his black pants.

“Oh no darling, you see I’ve had quite the chub since I’ve met you.” Finn’s Irish accent thickens with lust.

“Why now? Why here?” I squeaked, quickly looking around. Luckily nobody was near us until someone needed something from the human resources section.

“Well, you know how Hell is, soul meetings, soul counts, more meetings, keeping Hell from going, well, you know, Hell.” He chuckled at his word play.

“Okay, I get it. You do a lot of things in Hell to make Hell less Hellish. I have to study for this final so I won’t fail this course, I need to get an ‘A’ on this.” I sighed, trying to find the book I was looking for before Finn appeared.

“May I remind you, Melanie. A deal is a deal.” A growl rumbled from Finn’s chest, his eyes appeared glowing red, they flashed back to his normal colors. “Or you know, I could take away that money and let you struggle again.”

“No!” I said a bit too loudly only to look behind me to see if anyone was there to shush me. Swallowing my pride I turned to face the Demon King. “No, a deal is a deal, I’ll obey.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.” He purred lowly, stalking towards me. He towered over me, being a foot and a couple of inches taller than me. “I’ll try not to have you screaming my name, this is a place of silence after all.” Finn snapped his fingers, my clothes disappearing leaving me nude for anyone to see. The cool stale air hitting my bare skin, my nipples becoming slightly hard.

Quickly, I crossed my legs and my hands flew up to my breasts to cover them. Finn tisked, “Don’t play coy now love, you’ve enjoyed this, trust me.” Finn unbuckled his black belt around his black pants. “Just trust me on this, you do trust me, right?” His eyes flashed back to those beautiful bloody red colors.

“Yes.” I breathed out, it was as if I was under his spell.

The red faded back to his greenish blue eye color. “Great.” Pushing his pants down, Finn rubbed himself through his black boxers. “Now, be a good girl and get on your knees.”

Obeying his command, I lowered myself onto my knees, the carpet feeling uncomfortable as the rough fabric rubbed up against my skin. “Open.” Finn pushed his boxers down his thick thighs, his cock sprung up, hitting his toned stomach. Gulping, I tore my eyes away from his throbbing erection and looked up at him. “I said, ‘open’.” He demanded again, his words like venom this time, his patients thinning. Slowly opening my mouth, Finn grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth to open up wider. He shoved his salty mushroom tip into my mouth, down my throat. “Hmm fuck.” Finn let out a deep moan.

Water built up in the corner of my eyes, I tried to catch a breath before he shoved his cock further down my throat again. Digging my nails into his hips, I tried to get him to slow down. His erection thrusting in and out my throat I quickly tapped on his waist to stop. Finn pushed his cock as far down my throat as he could and slowly pulled out. Siliva connected from the tip of his dick to my lips which broke, making it snap back onto my face. Gasping, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “What- What the fuck?” I hissed up at him while wiping my tears away.

“Sorry, I got out of control.” Finn grumbled, helping me up to my feet. I didn’t want to do this anymore if he was capable of getting out of hand. “I promise it won’t happen again, Melanie. We’ll have a safe word.”

“I think the word ‘stop’ is understandable.” I snapped, giving him a glare.

“Again, my apologies.” He combed his fingers through his dark short hair. “Okay, okay. Stop is our safe word.”

“It isn’t a safe word, stop means stop.” I nearly barked at him. Finn’s eyes darkened this time, grabbing me by the waist and pinned me against the tall bookshelf. The books slightly rattling behind me.

“I said I’m sorry, now let me claim what’s mine.” Finn grunted, his hard cock nudging against my wet lips. “Oh my.” He smirked in a teasing manner, letting go of my waist with one hand and dipped it in between my thighs, feeling the wet coating. “I think someone got wet from me being too rough.”

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I looked away from the demon. Finn dipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking off the juices. His eyes shut for a moment before fluttering them open as he pulled his fingers out from his mouth. “Hmm, so sweet.” He moaned. Finn grabbed my waist again, making me jump up. He hooked his arms underneath my legs, my back pinned against the rough shelves. “Finally.” Finn whispered, he pushed the tip of his cock past my wet folds. “Holy Hell, I knew you’d be tight.” Finn sighed out, his head tossing back slightly.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as Finn pushed his full length inside of me, not giving me time to adjust around his cock. “Fuck, you’re- you’re deep.” Digging my nails deep into his shoulder, I left small nail marks on his skin. I was a bit worried that he was going to split me into two.

“Such a good girl, taking my whole cock.” Finn whimpered, his thrusts becoming deeper, slamming his cock faster. The bookshelf behind me shook and creaked, a few books from the top fell onto the ground with a loud thud. Quickly looking down each side of the aisle for anyone to come by.

“Don’t worry about love, we’re fine.” Finn grunted. “Just relax and enjoy my cock.” Finn pressed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth, our tongues dancing against each other.

A coil tightened in my lower stomach as Finn kept pumping his cock in and out of my drenched pussy. “I’m close.” I whined against his lips. Finn pulled away, opening his eyes that were now ruby red.

“I am too, sweetheart.” Finn grunted in my ear. My walls tightened around his pulsing member, my body was shaking with arousal, beads of sweat formed on Finn’s forehead, his muscles flexed underneath his suit. “Fuck, come with me Melanie, come with me.” He nearly roared out.

Crying out Finn’s name we both came at the same time, our juices colliding together. Finn thrust a few more times, pushing his come further inside of me.

He slowly pulled out, our juices oozed out of my fucked pussy and dripped onto the salmon color carpet. Finn chuckled deeply. “Someone likes to be filled with cream.” Finn teased, helping me onto my own two feet. Finn snapped his fingers, clothes appeared on my body while he adjusted his pants.

“I should uh, get back to studying.” I murmured, fixing my hair before anyone sees me.

“Here, I think you need this while you study.” Finn grabbed a random book from the shelf and gave it to me. It was the book I was looking for in my anatomy class.

“How did you-”

“I watch you all the time, love, I know.” He chuckled lowly and left on that note.

That was three years ago. College was finally over, I quit my job and moved in with Finn down in Hell. Sure he used me for a sex slave for a couple of months but we both soon caught feelings for each other and moved to the next stage.

“Mommy! Mommy!” My son came running up to me. “Daddy won’t play with me!” I couldn’t help but to laugh, picking up my son and carrying him down the hallway.

“You know how daddy is, he works a lot, being King isn’t easy.”

“My queen, would you like me to make lunch for the little one?” One of the demons that helped around asked me.

“Yes please, thank you.” I nodded, making my way to the throne room. I saw Finn sitting on the throne, murmuring to himself as he rubbed his beard, it looked like he was in train of thought. I let my son down who ran towards my husband.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t it my queen and little prince.” Finn smirked, putting the paper work away. Finn picked up the Prince of Hell and placed him on his lap. “Let’s raise a little bit of trouble, shall we?” Finn winked towards my direction.

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