High School Mizfit - Finn Balor (18+)
Young!Finn Balor x Melanie
Commission For: @thepalaceofmelanie
Warnings: Fluff! High School, Finn and Melanie are like 17 or 18, Foul Language, Bullies, Ditching School, Smoking.
Word Count: 2,546
Summary: Melanie falls for the bad boy of the school, Finn Balor.
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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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Some Old Favorites
I was reminiscing, looking back through my masterlists, and I wanted to reshare some smutty fics. They didn’t get a lot of love back in the day because I didn’t have many readers yet. Some of you have found them and loved to read them as much as I loved to write them. But I wanted to share them with some of my new friends/followers too. Happy Reading!
DC Comics:
Two Hoods, One Revenge: The reader has nightmares of the day that turned her into a vigilante. Jason helps her keep them at bay; first with soothing words, then with something more hot and heavy.
Hickey Victory: Dick gets his hands on a marshmallow gun… but he forgets about your nerf gun stash. Shenanigans occur.
A Night at the Theater: A mission demands the public appearance of Bruce Wayne and yourself at a theater. The mission is quickly put to rest, which leaves you plenty of time to appreciate your husband during intermission.
A Nightly Affair: Nightwing keeps mistaking your apartment for his and you two grow very close. Very. Close. So close as to put you in danger, unless Nightwing can find you first. [Series Masterlist]
Marvel:
In the Eye of the Beholder: Part 1 | Part 2 : The reader gives an unexpected lap dance. Bucky approves.
All in a Night’s Work: The reader come face to face with the sniper that has been evading them for years. When things don’t go according to plan, Loki distracts them till they can get some much-needed rest.
Dirty Lips: When Y/N introduces a swear jar to the team, Steve takes it upon himself to fill it all by himself.
To Love the Sea: Y/N is the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki. He offers to take her on adventures; is she willing to take the plunge? [Series Masterlist]
Supernatural:
The Pointy End: You are research headquarters at the bunker while Dean, Sam, and occasionally Cas, are on cases. Dean comes home to you after a very long case, with a surprise. (My very first fic!)
Deep in the Archives: Sam takes the reader to a rare books library while they look for a spell book not at the bunker. The reader is focused on the task, but Sam’s roaming hands are a distraction.
Satisfied: An imagine of Castiel using his grace on you.
SPN History Challenge: A Werewolf in Whitechapel: The Winchesters and the reader go to London during the Whitechapel murders, also known as the Jack the Ripper murders, with the theory that the perpetrator is not human. They are correct, but when the killings don’t stop, the team has to retrace their steps and riddle out what stone they left unturned. Written for @kittenofdoomage and @saxxxology-main SPN History Challenge.
Boxer!Dean AU: Consequences: Y/N gets dragged to a boxing match by her friends where she meets Dean “Raisin’ Cain” Winchester, a boxer who is forced to win or lose depending on how much money his bosses want to make in matches. Can their combined effort break the fixed boxing ring? [Series Masterlist] (No smut, but still a favorite)
Wrestling Fics:
Chiffon in the Streets, Lace in the Sheets: The reader and Elias are newly married and ready to enjoy their first night as man and wife, but a few things get in the way first. (WWE)
Dangerous: After defending herself at a bar, Y/N impresses the dark figure sitting in the corner booth. Prince Devitt further impresses her. One thing leads to another, and she welcomes knowing him better. (NJPW)
A Reflection of Us: The reader gets a slight injury in a match. Roman takes his time making sure the reader is safe but very satisfied. (WWE)
Troublemaker: The reader ran off with something belonging to Kenny Omega. He makes sure she pays for it. (NJPW/AEW)
Doubt Comes In: While Rosemary battles Su Yung in the Underworld, Y/N meets and welcomes a new face to TNA. But two battles are raging instead of one. If Y/N is victorious, can she settle the insecurities in Rosemary’s mind? (Answered request) (TNA)
Sister in Arms: Finn can’t seem to shake the effects of his feud with Bray Wyatt, so an old friend comes to help. Then Y/N finds herself battling on two fronts: in the ring and in her mind. [Series Masterlist] (WWE)
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top 5 talents you'd like to see in the njpw ring 👀
i don't know if this means talent i want to see in njpw or if it's ones i want to see live from njpw so let me answer both LOL
wrestle for njpw:
- karl fredericks (I MISS KARL I WANT HIM BACK)
- finn balor/prince devitt (i still want the clash of the bullet club leaders with him and jay)
- daniel garcia (my loophole one cause yes he's been in njpw strong BUT he has not been over to japan and i desperately want him for best of the super juniors one year)
- claudio castagnoli (can you imagine him vs ishii sign me thE FUCK UP. CLAUDIO FOR G1 2023)
- mike bailey (another loophole cause he's wrestled for strong but not njpw in japan so SPEEDBALL FOR BEST OF SUPER JUNIORS 2023)
want to see live
- kenta (did you know he wrote a book)
- hiromu takahashi (he is part of the holy trinity discovering njpw and was the forefront of my love for it, it is my dying wish to see/meet hiromu and cry)
- will ospreay (i want to see my flippy bastard don't @ me)
- robbie eagles (BELOVED BOBERT)
- el desperado (i want that experience)
put top five anything and i will answer ~
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Okay bestie but have you considered: Pro Wrestler Mick AU? Just imagine him in tights or trunks or singlets 😳 (also if so, full kayfabe or kind of RPF-ish?)
FUCK, BRO DONT- GOD IT WOULD BE SO GOOD.
first off full kayfabe for real. I love those the most but rpf can also be fucking amazing with this.
imagine mick w a prince devitt type stic. the prince of wrestling who turned on it all because, fuck your expectatoins, fuck your comparisons, fuck all of you I'm my own person.
everyone keeps calling him prince and princy and they still have this realtionship with the happy and kind kid who got onto the scene and with open arms accepted the idea of not being a king but being the prince, always in the shadow because he knows he can never be bigger then his dad.
OH and ofc his lil OGBC are callum, marcus and yuki bc I am self indulgent and marcus and callum are like doc and machinegun and yuki is like tama.
listen I am....yeah please god, big and protective men and their boy mick I....I am obessed.
OH MY GOD I WAS WRITING IN THE TAGS AND AND AND BALLINS BUT ITS SCHUCLERC GOD FUCK PLEASEEEE
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Sister Abigail (c) vs Jay White - MPW World Championship
He’s baaaack.
The Fete Music Hall jumps to the edge of their seats as the blade slices through the air, and the sound is like a swift punch to the gut for Abigail. Her jaw clenches, her eyes moving away from the ramp way, as she turns her back to the returning Switchblade. We haven't seen Jay since State of Emergency, when he knocked off his mentor, and former World Champion Prince Devitt. Last year, Abigail pulled Shinsuke Nakamura, but, somehow, this one had to sting worse. There are few people in the wrestling world that can say they have a winning record over Sister Abigail. If they do, it’s short-lived, as the master strategist always seems to be one step ahead of everyone. Of the few who do, two stand beside her, with another standing across the ring from her. A coy, mischievous smirk on his face. Jay never forgets the numbers. Neither does Abigail, and those losses have rubbed her the wrong way for a long time now. But with no time to plan for the Switchblade, can Jay do the unthinkable? Is this the night the empire comes crashing down?
To be extra sure that doesn’t happen, Abigail rocks with Malakai Black, Syn, Riley, and her newest recruit, Pandemonium. Pan has not gone through the baptism to be fully taken into the Fallen, but Abigail seems to be fairly pleased with her progress thus far. We can only imagine the horrors Pandemonium has gone through this past week… but nonetheless! The bell tolls on our main event, the MPW World Championship on the line, and our first bit of action is intense. Aggressively locking up, rocking around the ring in a battle for control. Eventually Abigail gets Jay in the ropes, forcing a break, and a nonchalant slap puts Jay in his place. Or, so it was supposed to. The slap is quickly returned, but Abigail plows through Jay with a big boot! Nearly taking Jay’s head off, the Switchblade scrambles to his feet, holding his nose, as he leans against the ropes. Abigail tries to grab him, but Jay grabs her instead, dumping them to the floor with a Back suplex over the ropes! What a nasty fall, as neither champion nor challenger leave that exchange any further ahead than the other. Jay has the momentary control, for now, whipping Abigail into the steel guardrail. She collides back first, and Jay does it a second time, making their way around the ring. On the third go around, Abigail jumps up on the guardrail, trying to hit a Moonsault off it, but Jay grabs her! He pries Abigail off the guardrail, dumping her with a Saito suplex on the venue floor! Abigail’s holding her neck as Jay digs into his pocket, pulling out a shiny object, and begins to rip up the padding on the floor, exposing the wooden floor that lies beneath. Wicked thoughts from the sordid Jay White, but Abigail tries to stay on top of him. Lying in wait for Jay to turn around, but Jay reverses, landing a second Saito suplex on the exposed wooden floor! Ouch!
Jay isn’t holding back tonight by any means, as we can see already. He’ll send Abigail home on a stretcher, as long as he walks out of Providence with a new piece of hardware. As such, the Switchblade stays on top of Abigail inside the ring, hitting a modified Dragon screw on the mat before locking in a Muta Lock. It’s no secret by now, Abigail’s long term knee issues, and Jay knows it all too well. He knows he won’t get a submission victory like this, not now, but he’s going to target that knee at every given opportunity. The Muta Lock only stays in for a few minutes though, the angle aggravating Jay’s back, and he releases, but stays on the champion. Bringing her up for a Half Hatch suplex, Jay holds on as he rolls through, connecting with a second suplex of the same volition. He brings them back to the corner, wanting to hit a third into the turnbuckles, but Abigail pushes him all the way into the turnbuckles, breaking his grip. She sets Jay along the top rope, rolling back for a knee strike, but Jay wisely slips down to the apron. He tries to land a forearm, but Abigail blocks it, spins Jay around, and locks in Hail the Reaper over the ropes!
With her arm locked tight around Jay's neck, Abigail wrenches back with all her might, trying to suffocate the Switchblade, and make this a quick, easy night for her. When she's done, she lets Jay drop to the ground. White stirs, getting up on unsteady feet, as Abigail soars through the ropes, taking White out with a suicide tornado DDT! Jay's dropped on his head, right on the floor, and puts them back inside the squared circle. Jay gets on his hands and knees, forcing himself to sit upright, but Abigail swats him back down with a Psychosis to the back of the head. Jay is limp as Abigail whips him around, almost like a ragdoll, before driving him into the mat with the Wrath of the Gods! Abigail hooks both legs to retain!
1… 2… Kickout!
Pulling Jay up by the waist, Abigail plants him with a deadlift Gutwrench suplex, but swivels her hips, pulling back up, and back down with a second straight suplex. She rolls Jay back to his knees, looking for another Psychosis, but Jay rolls out of the way. Escaping that one, and he blocks a second, before snapping Abigail to the mat with a Flatliner! He floats over, yanking Abigail off the mat, and planting her with a deadlift German suplex! Abigail's planted high on her shoulders, and Jay pulls her up again, and drives Abigail down with a Death Valley Driver! Jay shifts the tides in a big way, and makes a pinfall attempt to end this!
1… 2… Kickout!
Jay White has the champion literally against the ropes, and Jay wants to finish her off - but gets suckered into another Psychosis!
Jay falls down and under the ropes, Abigail following him out to the apron. A forearm to the jaw stuns the challenger, and Abigail grabs Jay, planting him on the apron with a quick Gotch-style Pile-driver! Jay's dumped on his head and sprawls to the floor! He looks to be out, but Abigail's not done yet. Far from done, actually, as Syn starts directing the crowd to get out of her way. With Jay up in a powerbomb position, Abigail hikes the tights, before tossing Jay into the first row with the Last Hour! What a NASTY fall for Jay, and he bows some of those chairs in the process. Someone will have to watch the rest of this contest standing, but with the destruction they're inflicting to each other, and now the arena, that would've been the case either way.
Getting the action back inside the ring, Jay takes a rolling elbow directly on the chin, putting him right back down on the mat. As he feebly tries to push himself up, Abigail bounces off the ropes, dropping him with Starfall! Shoulders down!
1… 2… Kickout!
A close call there, but Jay doesn't seem to have anything left in the tank as Abigail puts him in the corner. He takes another knee lift under the chin, and Jay can't stand any longer. He's dead weight as Abigail tries to hit the ripcord, but Jay just drops to his knees, slumping against Abigail. She sneers down at him, and forgoes the Famemaker to just blast him with another knee strike, before spitting down at Jay, reminding him that he can't be on the level of a god.
Circling Jay, Abigail crushes his ankle with a precisely executed stomp. She moves to the next leg, stepping on his knee. Jay rolls to the side, holding it, and Abigail steps on his wrist. His shoulder, circling her way back around his head as she steps on his ribs. Tormenting the Switchblade, and tormenting the fans, as the Fete Music Hall showers her in boos. Abigail tosses her head back, a smirk on her face, as the sound grows in numbers. She leaves Jay behind as she walks to the ropes, holding her hands out to Syn, who passes her the two title belts with her insignia. Abigail faces the crowd as she raises them high above her head, mocking them, making them grow even louder, as she revels in their misery. And there's not a damn thing they can do to stop her.
Titles back at ringside, Abigail throws Jay into the corner, beating him down with heavy rights and lefts, before she kicks him, choking him. The Switchblade is defenseless against it all. This clash has gone from an even affair, to one sided on the challenger's behalf, to a dominant display from the Devil, Herself. The only reason Jay is still in this match is his resilience, but he's hanging by a thread. Abigail spins him around now, putting him up on the middle rope. She uses that as leverage to get him up in an electric chair, walking back to the middle of the ring. She captures him by the waist, and plants him with a German suplex, bridging into the cover.
1… 2… - Kickout!
A close fall there, and Abigail's getting more annoyed with every defiant Kickout. Jay can't even fight back, but he won't give up, either. Abigail pulls him to his knees, and fires off a kick to the side of the head - and Jay laughs. Head cocked to the side, a smile on his face, as he laughs. Abigail with another kick, but Jay keeps laughing. He holds up a middle finger to Abigail, still laughing, and Abigail lands a STIFF knee lift, before running the ropes, and landing another Starfall! Abigail rolls him up…
1… 2… - KICKOUT!
Jay's shoulder barely rolls off the mat, and Abigail glares at the referee. She turns and looks at Syn, a disbelieving look on her face, and Syn slashes his throat. Abigail smiles, for a passing second, before she grabs Jay and SLAPS him across the face! Jay's head whips to the side with the force of that shot, as Abigail pits down at him. "Learn your place, boy. You have no right being in my ring. You have no right standing in front of a god. And you will go lose. You can't." Slap. "Beat." Slap. "ME."
AND JAY HITS THE BLADE RUNNER!!!
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2…
KICKOUT!!
Jay busts out his finishing move from absolutely nowhere, and was inches away from robbing the Fallen of the MPW World Championship, but Abigail gets her shoulder up just in time! But he can feel it now. They can feel it. The fans, the Fallen, Abigail. Jay almost had it there, and it's only going to take one more Blade Runner to take it all.
Following up that dramatic nearfall with a Saito suplex, and a Sleeper Suplex. Abigail dumped on her own head with that, and Jay follows it up, planting Abigail with a Kiwi Krusher! Shoulders down!
1… 2… Kickout!
Only two! And now, Jay calls for the Blade Runner, running his thumb across Abigail's throat. She's able to whip out of it, rolling away from Jay, and blasting him with a shotgun dropkick! She really put the shotgun in that one, as Jay explodes into the turnbuckles, his heart damn near kicked out of his chest. As Jay falls back, he's in the drop zone. Abigail, holding her head, a bit weak on the knee, hobbles up to the top rope, wanting to hit a Moonsault - but nobody's home! Abigail tries to stick the landing, but the knee falters just a bit, and Jay plants her with a HUGE Uranage! The Switchblade got Abigail high up in the air, and could seal the match here!
1… 2… Kickout!
Still not enough!
Jay sits, looking down at Abigail, as she rolls over, locking eyes with him. She crawls, clawing at the mat as she gets to Jay's feet. Pulling herself up and into his space, colliding foreheads. Abigail rears back, and delivers a powerful forearm to the edge of Jay's jaw, sending him rocking back. A forearm is returned back, and they brawl all the way up to their feet. Forearms and chops thrown back and force, before Abigail throws Psychosis. Jay blocks it, and nails her with an uppercut instead. And he follows it up with a DDT, spiking Abigail on the dome! But Abigail sits right back up! She springs to her feet, and removes Jay's head from his neck with a massive bicycle kick!
Wrist control in, Abigail wants to hit the Famemaker - BUT JAY HITS THE BLADE RUNNER! IT'S OVER!
1… 2…
Pandemonium slides into the ring and dives into the cover, breaking it up, and keeping the match alive! Instantly, The Fallen slide into the ring, Malakai, Syn, Julia, and Riley beating down on Jay, as Abigail lays unconscious on the mat. She stirs, a grin spreading across her face as she watches the scene before her. It's terrifying how easily Pan has eased into her group, and acts like this are going to put her in a very good standing with the Matriarch. And now, Pandemonium feeds Jay to Abigail, and she finishes him off with the Baptism by Fire.
1… 2… 3.
"Here is your winner, and STILL MPW World Champion, Sister Abigail!"
As the announcement is made, Abigail cups Pandemonium's face, a very pleased smirk on her face. Syn passes the World Championship to Pandemonium, asking her to put it on Abigail's waist…
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• day eighteen — collaring — demon balor •
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{ warnings } — smut, 18+, { minors do not interact } fem!reader, reader, finn balor x fem!reader, demon!balor x fem!reader, collaring, submissive/dominant dynamic, daddy kink, facefucking, deepthroating, oral sex { m receiving } , female masturbation, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie
{ word count } — 1k
{ genre } — smut
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you could barely breath as he fastened the collar around your throat, the design simple, black leather with a circular hook at the front, easy for him to clip a chain on if he so desired. as degrading as it may seem, you enjoyed it, following his command, being led around the confines of your bedroom literally by collar and chain. it was intimate.
“now pet…” he lulled, tugging lightly at the collar as he was able to sneak two fingers under the leather, dragging you close to him. your eyes fixated with his gaze, as if he were a beast ready to devour you, he’d want the last thing you’d see to be his haunting stare
“behave…” his words were short yet effective, you could only nod in response, throat dry with no words to spill as you gulped thickly. he stood you up on your knees, fingers still tightly clasping the collar, leaving you gasping for air, choking slightly. he pressed a rough kiss to your lips, almost a taunt as he had stated previously that you were not allowed to touch him.
he released his grasp for the moment, not before taking the time to openly stare at your naked frame, your breasts in particular, the way the bounced lightly with every heave of your breath. he licked his lips hungrily, he kept you on your knees, leaning down slightly as his tongue grazed against your nipple, his spit glossing the perky bud, the sensation making you shudder.
“what do you want me to do? tell daddy where you want to be touched” his voice dark in your ear, his breath tingling against your skin, you tried to speak but only a soft whimper left your lips. “use your worlds, pet”
“i want to please you, sir” you whined. “your pleasure is the only thing that matters to me”
he smirked, standing back to admire you. he said nothing, only slowly beginning to unbuckle his belt, tossing it to the side, all while keeping his eyes fixated on you, with each pop of a button his size became more and more exposed until it was free. he stared down at you, slowly beginning to stroke his length, he palm running over every vein, precum coating his now glossy tip, the slight making you lick your lips with want.
“then be a good girl and come suck my cock” you crawled over to the edge of the bed, once again returning to your knees as you waited for him, you cunt getting more and more soaked with each passing second. he stood before you, one hand gliding his thick cock towards your lips, the other, once again looping into the collar, pulling you coward. he slipped his cock into the warmth of your mouth, sighing heavily with relief as you began to take him down your throat. he was not slow, he would not stop to catch your breath until you gagged, until he filled your throat with his hot seed.
“just like that, pet. you’re such a good little cockslut” he growled, continuing to tug at the collar, your mouth full of his size, your jaw feeling as if it were unhinged, you knew it would be sore tomorrow but you did not care. your fingers were so eager to please him, only knowing that if you were to touch him your punishment would be severe.
he would not mind if you were to touch yourself, in fact it would get him off quicker, he always loved the sight of your fingers spreading your soaked folds, pumping your sweet pussy when his cock was unavailable. you let your fingers slip between your thighs, your pussy already dripping with excitement. a moan left your lips as you sunk two fingers into your void, the sound reverberated around his size, making him groan with pleasure.
“fuck yes…” he hummed, bucking his hips roughly against your lips, his size slipping down your throat with ease, your eyes teary as you stared up at him, your vision of him glassy. his cock felt so good, the way it ruined your throat was beyond compare, as too did the feeling of your fingers deep within your cunt. he released into your mouth without warning, leaving you choking and sputtering around his size, his cum dripping from your lips as he pulled out of your mouth.
“playing with your pathetic cunt, i see?” he noted breathlessly, eyes the way your fingers continued to pump your tight pussy even after he had addressed you, simply awaiting your own orgasm. he loved the sight, it made his cock twitch with want. “get on all fours pet, daddy has a reward for you”
as you positioned yourself you noticed the weight of the bed shift, he had gotten up, reaching into the bedside draw, grabbing a silver chain from inside. he clasped it to the collar, tugging it once more. he took his position behind you, teasing your soaked folds with his tip before slamming into you with such lovely, wanted force. he kept a tight grip on the chain, each movement left you breathless as he slammed into you, it was definitely a reward you craved! your breathing so lustfully restricted, the act only bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
“how does that feel, pet? do i make your pathetic cunt feel good?” he lulled, each thrust was pure heaven, even for him, the way his cock slipped in and out of your soaked pussy with ease, the way you clenched around him, your cunt desperate for his size to fill you up.
“it feels so good daddy!” you whined loudly, not caring if you were to wake up the neighbors, they’d be used to it by now. “can i cum daddy? please i need to cum so bad!
“yes pet, be a good girl and cum all over my cock” you pushed back against him, allowing your warmth to be filled by his size. your pussy pulsed around his size, your orgasm flooding your veins and soaking his cock. he continued to slam into you, the sound was visceral, wet skin against skin as he shot his hot seed deep into your dripping cunt. he gave a final tug of the collar, remaining inside of you as he leaned over, undoing the collar from your neck.
“such a good pet you are for me baby”
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Can I have Finn's other persona, the Prince, headcanons, please? 👉🏻👈🏻
I feel like I need to warn here. Prince isn’t really... the hearts and flowers guy. So, I apologize in advance. I touched on a lot of these in the other post I did for him, but honestly, there was a little more I could’ve done, so yes, yes, gladly. I’ll do this. I love this particular character, btw. Even though he’s a raging damn asshole for the most part. Or maybe that’s why I love it? Idk.. anyway, thank you for sending me these and I’m so so so sorry it took a thousand years to get them posted.
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uhh.. Kids under 18, go the entire fuck outside, please, I beg of you. I’m saying this out of love/respect for you guys.... Because I like to try and do these as honestly and true to canon/character in kayfabe as I can and yeah... Prince can be ... one hell of a guy. I don’t really know how out of pocket this is liable to get, tbh. I’ll trigger/squick tag everything I think might be bothersome before I post this.
wax play, body fluids, aggressive sex, biting, public sex, rope play, hot and cold play, sensory deprivation, knife play are all the tw’s i have for you all, tbh.
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Okay, first of all.. If I haven’t emphasized this enough already in my previous Prinxe post, what you need to decide before getting involved in any way, shape or form... Is how far are you really willing to go. Because the sex is bomb as fuck a++++++ and all the gold stars, but... Prinxe is a bit of, no.. He can be a huge asshole. He wouldn’t be him if he weren’t. And he’s very entitled. Prideful. So if you two were to argue, and you sit around waiting on him to apologize? Keep waiting. Because that’s all that’s gonna happen. If you can deal with all this shit then cool. Go for it, do you and be happy.
IDK if I touched on this in the other post but.. The man is a masochist. He absolutely gets off on pain. The harder you can tug his hair, the harder you can choke him, the harder you bite down on those very kissable lips... The more he’s going to get off.
-- On this note.. Do not, by any stretch, expect him to go easy on you or treat you like a piece of fine china, because what you do to him will be done back to you. If you’re not into inflicting or receiving pain, it’s best to stay far away from the guy.
The more dangerous something sounds, the more he gravitates towards it. This is not always a good thing, either. It’s really not.
I mentioned before that he has a humiliation kink. And he won’t stop until you’re honest to god on the verge of tears. To begin with, the man has himself a razor tongue and cold iron wit... adding the fact that he gets off on using words to hurt/embarass others? Yikes.
I mentioned shibari in the last one. His favorite thing to do while he’s got you all tied up and straining against the ropes -he’ll demand you squirm and move for him btw, because the biggest part of being into shibari/the act of rope play for him is the fact that you’re right there and you can’t get away until he lets you, .. Anyway, where was I? He really likes to take this knife with a delicate thin and cold blade... And trail it over your body. Cutting away your clothes, because let’s face it, you’re not going to have a stitch to wear when you’re with him. You’re going to be naked and ready to go at any time. So.. Knifeplay is another kink I can kinda see Prinxe having. No, he wouldn’t intentionally hurt you on purpose. But really, you need to ask yourself if you trust the guy enough to be anywhere near you with a knife. Or ropes. Or hot wax..
Very into hot cold play. Loves to drip hot candle wax on your naked body.
Doesn’t bother to hide the screen when you two are having a hot and heavy and filthy cam session while he’s on the road. So.. if you’re not into god knows who seeing you in various states of undress and near feral horniness, then it won’t bother you. But if you believe that private things need to stay private, you’re not going to like this about the guy at all.
Loves to grab hold of your jaw when you’re about to swallow his load and smirk in satisfaction. Nothing gets him off more than when he watches his sexual partner swallow and taste him.
-- Has made you taste yourself for him. The way you whimpered and moaned and groaned had him coming in seconds if I’m being honest.
-- The more vocal you are when giving him a blow job or when he’s pounding you, the harder it’s going to be to keep him from utterly wrecking you or controlling his own orgasm because there’s something about your little noises that make him dangerously close to getting off every time you make them. And bet your ass, he does literally everything he can to keep you noisy, no matter the situation. Even if it’s a public setting. He doesn’t care.
Anybody whose with him needs to have a very broad and open mind, because Prinxe here is constantly evolving in kinks and things he wants to try out on you. And he’s not the kind of guy who wants to have you talked into whatever it is he wants to do wit hyou either. Nothing would make him lose interest faster if we’re being honest. He’s pretty much just ghosted people for far less. So if your mind is closed, probably best to steer clear.
Prinxe is into men and women. If he finds you desirable, he’s going to pursue you. In his own way, of course. Just... Whether you’re a man or a woman, please remember.. This guy is very good at pouring on the charm and seeming like a legit perfect guy. Know that he has many, many faults. Some worse than others. Know what you’re in for and know your limitations. Be firm with him.
-- On that note... a lesser known thing about our boy here... he is totally into his partner being dominant af too. He absolutely loves the power struggle. He tends to win most of the time, but whew.. is it ever one hell of a time during the whole chase / power struggle.
The man has a huge spanking kink. Getting and giving. Only rarely does the getting part of it get indulged though because Prinxe is not the type to easily hand over the dominant role in bed because that means he’s at your mercy and nope.. That is not him. He cannot stand relinquishing control. At all.
-- This goes without saying, it has happened. But it’s very very rare. So don’t expect it. And if you do, either go elsewhere or lower your expectations.
The man does NOT like condoms. At all. That said, this is one of few things he will concede on. If you want him to wear one, he will. He’s also a stickler for safewords. He’s not the best at aftercare, but.. On occasion, he does attempt it. Only if he’s reasonably serious about someone. And that’s not often either because to be honest, in his mind, it’s Prinxe Devitt’s show and we’re all just living in it.
Lowkey, he’d love it if he met just one person who could meet his difficult nature, have a glowing and shiny spine to stand against it and just dominante the fuck out of him. He’d die before admitting it, but he’d love just one time to have someone turn the tables on him.
-- if you were to do that, he’d be a begging and whimpering, overstimulated mess in your mercy.
-- It’s not quite clear how one would go about doing that though, so good luck figuring it out.
Very into sensory deprivation. Loves to edge you until you’re crying and begging and squirming at his every touch. But very into sensory deprivation. Total sensory deprivation. He’ll blindfold you, gag you, tie you up and tease you until you’re at your brink.
-- secretly wants to have it done to him because holy shit, he’d love that. he’d never admit it, as I said, but yeah.
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Complicated
Requested by @devitts-girl
Pairing: Prince Devitt/FC
Category: Smut
Warnings: none
21. “You taste so sweet, but I can’t eat the same thing every day.” Leave Me Alone, P!nk
Go away
Give me a chance to miss you
Say goodbye
It’ll make me want to kiss you
Complicated. That was the word you would use to describe your relationship with Prince Devitt. If you could even call what the two of you had a relationship. You weren’t exactly sure it could be defined as such. Neither one of you really wanted a label on what you had. Unconventional? Yes. But it worked for the two of you. The two of you couldn’t deny the fiery attraction you had for each other. Nor did you want to. On the other hand you couldn’t stand to be around each other for an extended period of time. If you weren’t in between the sheets you pretty much drove each other insane.
“I don’t know how you can watch that crap.” Prince said with a roll of his eyes as he plopped down on the couch next to you.
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.” You snapped.
I love you so much more
When you’re not here
Watchin’ all the bad shows
Drinking all of my beer
Hearing the pop of a can your gaze flew incredulously to Prince’s hand.
“Are you seriously drinking my last beer?” You asked.
Prince smirked at you and took a long deep pull from the can, taunting you with a smile as he drank and let out an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction.
With a huff of aggravation you got up from the couch, smacking Prince’s hand away as he reached out to grab a handful of your ass. Cursing the aggravating Irish man you headed into the bathroom and turned your shower faucet on hot. Stripping out of your clothes you stepped under the soothing spray, resting your forehead against the cool marble wall.
I don’t wanna wake up with another
But I don’t wanna always wake up with you either
No you can’t hop in my shower
All I ask for is one fuckin’ hour
Hearing the bathroom door open and shut you called out. “No you can’t join me. Go away Prince.” Of course the man ignored you, climbing in behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Get out of my shower.” You hissed, trying to ignore just how good he felt pressed up against you. That was the problem when you wanted to be mad at him. Your brain and heart were in agreement, but your body betrayed you every time.
“You’re being such a bitch today,” He said trailing his fingers along your hips. “Feeling frustrated doll?” You gasped as his hands sunk into the flesh between your legs, fingers stroking across your clit as you moaned. “I bet making you come will solve that problem.”
Prince pressed your front flush against the marble, the cool stone contrasting with the heat of the water pouring down. Despite your protests you quickly moved your legs further apart to give him better access, pushing yourself into his hand as he manipulated your clit. You moaned loudly as his fingers dove inside you pumping deeply into you, thumb rubbing circles around your clit.
“Come for me princess,” Prince said sliding his free hand up to tweak your nipple, pinching it tightly and making you come all over his hand. “That’s ma girl.”
You breathed hard, coming off your orgasm as you turned around with a smirk. “You’re right. I do feel better. Now get out of my fucking shower.”
“No, no, no darlin’ that’s not how this works.” Prince said grabbing your hand and pulling it to his throbbing cock. “You got yours, now give me mine.” His free hand wound through your wet hair, gently guiding you down onto your knees with a wide smile on his face. “Do what you’re so good at.”
Your tongue darted out, flicking across Prince’s tip as he stared down at you with those blue eyes that were always so captivating. Keeping your gaze locked on his you swallowed his length, sliding your tongue in circles as he bobbed in and out of your mouth. You kept up a steady rhythm, alternating the pressure of your suction and teasing him with your tongue until he finally spurted in your mouth, his warm seed sliding down your tongue as you swallowed around him.
You taste so sweet
But I can’t eat the same thing every day
Cuttin’ off the phone
Leave me the fuck alone
“Happy now?” You said mockingly as you rose to your feet.
“Ecstatic,” He returned with the same tone stepping out of the shower and exiting the bathroom without another word.
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I Deserve More (Prince Devitt)
You and Fergal have a complex relationship that’s been going south and when he takes a contract with WWE without telling you? You’ve had it.
It'd been a while since the two of you shared personal moments. Small disagreements had turned into a blow out and maybe that was the reason he never told you. You were just his on-screen manager. You definitely hadn't spoke after you heard the announcement. You remembered the day clear as could be. Karl had walked into the arena, his voice carrying as the two spoke. “You're going to WWE Ferg, that's huge,” he'd cheered happily for his close friend. You sat up from your stretching on the mat.
“Will ye keep yur voice down?” His heavy Irish accent spat back at machine gun.
“What did Y/N say when you told her?” Karl asked and your eyebrow perked up.
“Yes Ferg, what did I say?” You piped up, fists Clenched as the two looked up from their conversation to see you leaned against the ropes. After a few too many moment of silence, you dropped down and rolled out of the ring to walk past them.
“Love, don't walk away from me,” Finn mumbled as you past but you shrugged off his touch and turned to glance up at him.
“I'm so scared,” you scoffed at him and rolled your eyes. “Don't worry Ferg, I'm only your manager after all, yeah?” You walked off, leaving the two in silence once again. When you got to your hotel room that night, your phone had a few missed calls from the Club but you didn't want to hear it. You swallowed your feelings down. This was for the best. Harden your shell Y/N, you told yourself.
Forget the nights you spent wrapped up in him, hips straddling hips. Forget the skin to skin contact and the whispers of driving into the sunset. You were just his manager. He made that very clear the night that you asked him to head home with you after a night of drinking with the boys. “I thought we would-,”
He'd chuckled. “Oh darlin, there's no we…yur ma manager.” And manager you'd become. A hard shell of yourself. You were quiet. You were reserved. You didn't participate in the fun, only showing up when sponsors requested your presence.
The night of his final match, you sat silently on his dressing room couch, absentmindedly flipping through a magazine as he got painted on the opposite side of the room. Machine Gun and Doc could taste the tension in the room and after a final look between the two of you, Karl decided. “Everyone out,” he demanded and as you stood to leave with the rest of the room, he stopped you. “Not you, stay. Talk this out, don't leave it like this.” He closed the door behind him.
You turned the look at him, covered in red and black paint. His face was screwed into a scowl. “This your idea?” You asked him, crossing your arms against your chest. Your club shirt cut up, the bottom rose slightly. His eyes took note of it.
“You're upset that I'm leaving,” your laugh was humorless. Dark even.
“If that's what you think-,”
“It's okay to cry,” he continued and stepped toward you.
“Alright, stop right there. You know what grinds my gears? You ditch me a month ago after years of fucking me into the sheets of whatever bed we’re in. You told me you loved me, that you couldn't survive without me by your side. That if I betrayed you, you'd be devastated. Was that a joke?” He shook his head and look down. He opened his mouth but you stopped him. “I'm not a princess who needs to be saved Fergal, I'm a great goddamn woman who deserves respect. You want to go to the United States? Be my guest but don't stand there and try to project your sorry and pathetic feelings on me to make yourself feel better.”
“Can I talk now?” He asked and you shook your head.
“I don't think I want to hear any of what you have to say,”.
That night as his match ended, you played your part. You hugged him tightly as he said his goodbyes in the middle of the ring and when he stepped back from you, you grinned wickedly as you superkicked him straight in the face.
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Break me down, you got a lovely face
We're going to your place
And now you got to freak me out
Scream so loud, getting fuckin' laid
You want me to stay, but I got to make my way
Take it off, the paper is your game
You jump in bed with fame
Another one night paid in full
You're so fine, it won't be a loss
Cashing in the rocks, just to get you face to face
Hey
You're a crazy bitch
But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it
When I dream, I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on
[Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry]
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#191: “Behave.” -Prince Devitt.
Thank you to the lovely @devitts-girl for the request! I hope you like it! And I also hope I did Devitt some justice.... If I didn't, someone please let me know.
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Warnings: Some smut. Read with caution.
You worked backstage as an assistant and your boss had just informed you that you will be pairing up with Prince Devitt for awhile, because they believe that he needs someone by his side more often.
So basically, he needs a babysitter. Great. That’s just what you signed up for. Not.
Devitt kind of intimidated you. He was a lot more...aggressive than the rest of the wrestlers that you dealt with. He had a major attitude problem. Hopefully the next couple weeks went by smoothly so you could get back to what you came here for.
You had sent Devitt a message that you were meeting up in the morning to go over some things before his interviews. Of course, he didn’t respond.
The morning came a lot faster than you expected and you were waiting in the lobby for Devitt. You said you’d meet him at 8:30am. It was 8:47am when he decided to show up, looking like hell.
“You’re late.” You said, glaring at him.
“I am not. You’re simply early.” He said, giving you a wink.
“Whatever. Anyways. We need to get you ready for these interviews today. They’re-” You began.
Devitt put a finger up to your lips, “Sweetheart, I’ve been doin’ this long enough without someone tryin’ ta prep me. I don’t need ya ta do it now.”
You moved his finger from your mouth, “I am just doing my job.”
“How ‘bout you do it a little less and this will go much easier for ya.” He said.
“And if I don’t?” You asked, almost challenging him.
He smirked, “Ya don’t want to find out the answer ta that one, love.”
He kept his eyes on you, as if you were a snack. You never did notice just how blue his eyes were. They were beautiful.
You shook your head and broke eye contact. You couldn’t let yourself get distracted. There was a reason that you were here, and it was not to mess with the person you were assigned to work with.
Devitt just laughed.
You waited for your ride to arrive, but it couldn’t seem to come fast enough. It was awkward between the two of you. Even of you were the only one who thought so.
Once the car showed up and you were where you were supposed to be, things got better. You managed to talk to Devitt in the car about his interviews, since he had nowhere to run. He just rolled his eyes the whole time. You could tell he didn’t give a shit about any of it.
Devitt was sitting at the table reading through some papers. Right before the first round of people came in, he looked up from his paper and was just staring at you. Just like he did before.
You tried to turn around and walk out of the room with the stack of papers in your hand to escape his line of vision. As soon as you turned around, you ran into one of the guys that was getting ready to interview the person you were trying to escape from. Papers went flying everywhere.
Could this get more embarrassing?
You bent over and tried to pick up as many as you could before you noticed Devitt made his way over to help you.
When they were all picked up, you stood up straight and tried to grab the papers from his hands.
He was looking at you. Well, more like checking you out. He was biting his lip.
You managed to get the papers from him, “Tha-thank you.”
He just nodded and went back to his seat.
You had to leave the room and get some air. This was just a little overwhelming. That in there? Devitt was checking you out. And you...liked it? No. You couldn’t. This could mess a lot of things up for you.
Before you knew it, Devitt was finished with all of his interviews and he was out of the building looking for you. You were sitting in the lobby with a coffee in your hand.
He looked upset?
You stood up, “How’d it go?”
He glared at you, “How did it go? It was fuckin’ perfect, but ya wouldn’t know that cause ya weren’t there!”
You looked at the ground, “I know, but I knew you would be just fine without me in there.”
He grabbed your arms and got real close to your ear, “Next time ya disappear like that, you’ll be sorry.”
You swallowed hard, but knew that he was serious. But what would he do?
The two of you went to the arena next, to prepare for the show tonight. Devitt had a title match. It was a big night for him.
Before you even gave yourself time to think about it, you found yourself in your boss’ office. You were practically begging for him to give you a different assignment.
He said no. You needed to stick this out. Just stand your ground, he will just have to deal with it.
You sighed and nodded your head.
Once you left his office, you kept your head low, so no one saw you leaving there.
You ran into a rock solid body.
“Fuck.” You muttered.
Of course, it was Devitt.
“The fuck were you doing in there?” He asked you.
“Just talking to him. No big deal.” You said, head still low.
“The hell ya were. Ya were tryin’ ta get rid of me, weren’t ya?” He asked.
You looked up at him, “It’s not like you wanted me around anyway.”
He shook his head for a minute, staring again. He then grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the nearest locker room.
Once he got you in there, he locked the door.
“Look, Devitt, I don’t have the time to deal with-” You started.
He interrupted you again, but this time, he did it with his lips.
Devitt slammed his lips into yours.
You weren’t exactly sure what was happening. Part of you was enjoying it, but the other part was telling you that this was wrong. You tried to fight him, but he was far too strong.
“Stay still.” He said.
You listened, but you needed to tell him that this was wrong.
“Devitt, we can’t be doing this.” You said, in between kisses.
He ignored your comment and decided to move forward. He lifted up the skirt you were wearing just past your hips. He also lifted your shirt above your head.
Once he unhooked your bra, his mouth moved to your breasts. He went to one nipple and licked around it. It felt so good. Your head was back against the wall.
Suddenly, there was a stinging feeling.
Devitt bit down on one of your nipples.
You gasped, and he just grinned. He moved to the other nipple and his hands began to wander. You could already feel how wet you were from all this, it was almost embarrassing.
His hand managed to swipe your panties right off and he threw them across the room.
He was teasing your pussy, messing with your clit. You wanted him to start fingering you already..or just something.
You bucked your hips up, hinting at what you wanted, and Devitt bit your lip.
“Behave. We do this my way.” He said.
You simply nodded.
He then got things moving. He pulled down his slacks, revealing his dick.
Wow. That is all that came to mind.
Devitt started kissing you again and you could feel his dick pressing against you, almost where you needed it. You let out a small moan.
“Do ya want me, princess?” He asked in a whisper, still kissing you.
You nodded away like an idiot.
“I been watchin’. And I like what I see. I see ya bending over right in front of me, made me want to take ya right then and there.” He said.
“Maybe you should have then.” You said.
“Ya would have liked that, huh? Havin’ all those people watch me fuck you.” He said.
“Mhmm.” That was the only thing you could get out.
Devitt then shoved his entire length into you. No warning.
You couldn’t help but yelp, but he put a hand over your mouth.
“Shh, can’t let anyone know what we’re doing in here…” He said, staring a steady pace, but fast.
You tried your best to keep your mouth shut, but that was next to impossible.
He was going to hard and so fast, it was like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.
It was only a few minutes in and you already felt like you were going to come. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to make it last.
“Gonna come for me?” He asked.
“Ye-yes.” You said.
“Come now.” He commanded.
Just like that, you were coming all around his dick and he was taking it all in.
While you were getting off your high, you could feel him getting faster and sloppier.
He was coming and you just grabbed the back of his hair.
Devitt pulled out and found a towel to clean both of you up with.
Once the two of you were dressed and you tried your best to make your hair presentable, you walked out of the locker room. Halfway down the hallway, Devitt turns around and looks at you, “No more problems, yes?”
“Nope. We’re good.” You said.
He then continued to walk on. Leaving you there.
You found the closest bathroom and looked in the mirror.
“Fucking shit.” You said.
Your hair was still messed up and your face was super red.
You couldn’t help but laugh.
That was the greatest quickie you’ve ever experienced. Maybe there was more to look forward to working with Mr. Devitt.
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Finn| Bad Intentions |Balor
Title; Bad Intentions
Pairing; Finn Balor/Reader, past Prince Devitt/Reader
Words; 6110
Summary; Is it such a sin for me to take what’s mine?
Warnings; NSFW. Heel!Antagonist!Reader. Smut, choking, breathplay. Some angst idk? VERY unhealthy relationships. Emotional abuse, mental abuse, and grooming of a younger woman by an older man if you squint and read between the lines.
A/N: repost from the old blog
Don’t let anyone tell you anything different, I was the best in the business.
Most of my peers were loath to admit it, but I wasn’t in this to make friends.
I was at the top of my game and I had collected accolades, monikers, and titles in every promotion I had stepped foot in. I left a trail of blood, sweat, and tears in every country. No one could fucking touch me. I was the Queen of the Cage, la Reina de las Reinas, the First Lady, but none if it meant anything without him.
All the achievements, the championships, the milestones were hollow with him missing from my side. Food tasted like ash and charcoal, alcohol had no effect anymore. He was everything. He was my mentor, my best friend, the love of my life. I wouldn’t be where I am, who I am without him. He broke me apart to rebuild me, to make me better and stronger. He pushed and pulled me to do more, to be more.
I hated him.
God, I missed him.
I missed him so much it made my bones ache and my stomach drop through the floor. He was the sun to my moon, the lightning to my thunder. He was my other half, he made me complete.
I was a scared nineteen year old kid when I met him in 2012. It was my first time out of the United States, my first big contract and with Stardom no less, and my first time honestly being able to support myself. I didn’t know Japanese at the time, I didn’t know anyone in the country… I was well and truly alone and feeling isolated. I was slow to make friends, picking up many more rivals than I could keep track of, and it felt like more often than not I was crying myself to sleep.
My first tour hadn’t gone well, accruing more losses than wins, and I was licking my wounds in a little dive bar in Roppongi, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the worn leather of the booth. I wanted to be left alone with my sake and then he slid into the booth with me, all bright eyes with a pearly white and coaxing smile. He’d said he’d been watching me, that he thought I was special, that with just a little help, I could take over women’s wrestling.
“A pretty little thing like ya deserves th’ world. Ye don’ have ta make a decision right now. Jus’ come see what ’m talkin’ about and then make up ye mind.”
Do you know how intoxicating that is? For a man that looked like him, with the accomplishments that he’d already had at the time, to be paying attention to little, ol’ me? To be paying me a kind word and a flirtatious smile? I was a nobody who’d been given a lucky break, a green and wet behind the ears rookie fresh out of the training schools.
I was deeply under his spell within minutes.
He swept me off my feet and we ran Japan for two wonderful, whirlwind years. We fought and we fucked and we took everything we wanted without apology. He was my soulmate and we were living our version of a fairy tale.
Then it all came crashing down around us in 2014 and he was gone.
He didn’t let me explain. He ignored my phone calls, my texts, my emails. He blocked me on all social media. I couldn’t get into touch with him. I was stuck between two impossible decisions, each one as painful as the other: I either turned my back on the family I helped create to chase a man who wouldn’t listen to me or I stayed with my support system, give them hell for the position that I was now put in, and pine after what could have still been.
I chose to stay, watching with pride as my little family got bigger and more powerful, but still longing for the man on the other side of the world. I was no saint, I had my dalliances when the nights got cold and the emptiness of my bed became overwhelming, but there was never another that affected me as deeply. Acquaintances of mine gave me sporadic updates as to how he was doing, but they were nowhere near as frequent as I would have liked.
Then he began to change, washing himself clean of everything he had been in Japan, and it felt like a slap in the face. I no longer recognized him, even if this new man wore the face of the love of my life. He was showing those people the side of him that was supposed to be only for me, the side that I saw when we were wrapped up in each other in the afterglow of our lovemaking. It angered me more than anything I had ever experienced in my life. I could see little glimpses of the man he was in Japan when he wore the body paint, ruthlessly efficient with the briefest flashes of a sadistic streak.
For the first time, I had hope. He was still in there somewhere, under that good Irish lad routine.
I could work with this.
Which was why I was here, in the gorilla position at RAW in some stupid American city, with this damn oversized hoodie on to disguise my appearance. Anderson had insisted on this measure, wanting the element of surprise for this six person tag. It wasn’t like he didn’t know I was with the company now, he had successfully avoided me at every company function and at the Performance Center after all.
Tonight though, he had nowhere to run.
“Be good pipsqueak.”
Luke marched past me to the curtain, pausing just briefly enough to press a kiss to my forehead. Karl was so much less subtle, wrapping me up into a bear hug with a bellow.
“We’ll see you out there sis! God this feels good! Just like old times!”
He let me go with a booming laugh, ruffled my hair, then disappeared with Luke through the curtains as their music hit. I was left alone with my thoughts and suddenly, the nerves I didn’t know were building made themselves known with a vengeance. I hadn’t felt this way since my first show, the nauseating roll of my stomach mixed with the frantic tattoo of my heart threatening to derail all of my hard work.
No, not this close to getting what I wanted.
The sound tech nodded at me and the showing of teeth I gave barely passed for a grin, quickly shedding the oversized hoodie and replacing it with an equally overlarge leather jacket. It had been one of the few things I still had from our time together… The lights dimmed and my music started, the foreboding drum track setting the mood. The guitars hit and I passed through the curtain to the screaming crowd as my name was emblazoned above me on the titantron.
Am I beautiful? As I tear you to pieces?
The roar of the crowd was thunderous and I could feel the vibrations of their screams in my chest. Normally, the cascade of boos and/or cheers created the most intense high, but right now? There was no time to drink it in, my eyes drawn immediately to the ring. Karl and Luke were at the end ramp, looking entirely too satisfied with themselves. I didn’t care about the other two, Rollins and Bayley, not when he was right there, looking like he’d just seen a ghost.
His face was pale, eyes wide, and mouth agape in shock and the predatory grin that took over my face couldn’t be helped. Even after all these years, I still had an effect on him. I winked and straightened his jacket with a touch so slow it could have been mistaken for a caress. I sauntered my way down the ramp, my eyes never leaving him as he leaned over to hurriedly speak with Bayley, his hand gestures frantic. Bayley appeared skeptical, but there was a touch of worry there in the set of her mouth.
Whatever Finn was saying about me was likely true.
“Oh my god. That’s (Y/N) from NXT! What is she doing here? Is she Anderson and Gallows’ partner?”
“Are you dumb Michael? Of course she’s here as their partner! She decimated the NXT Women’s division, so why not get some fresh competition on RAW?”
I slid into the ring, between the top and second ropes, my eyes never leaving Finn. I didn’t play to the crowd or acknowledge anyone else in the ring, because it felt like everything else had fell away and every fiber of my being was screaming for him.
He looked almost exactly like he did in Japan. The lines around his eyes were a little deeper, the contours of his body a little sharper, the beard a little fuller than I remembered, but it was still him. Now if only he would not look so shaken by my presence, I’d be feeling a little more confident. I could faintly feel Luke and Karl flanking me and I gave Finn a slow, exaggerated once over, completely ignoring Bayley and Seth.
“Hello handsome. It’s been a while.”
The Irishman’s jaw clenched, the muscles in his jaw ticking, and he swallowed tightly at my words. He remained silent with flinty eyes and I pouted, disappointed at the lack of a more overt reaction. I heard what sounded like the bell and I was being cajoled by Karl back into our corner.
I wasn’t really paying attention to the match. I paid no mind to the chants of the crowd or to the curious looks from Finn’s partners. I was in a daze, my eyes only focused on the lean, sinewy body of Finn and trying not to be overwhelmed by the dizzying speed with which the memories assaulted me. I was in the middle of a particularly fond memory of a beach in Okinawa and tanning oil when Karl elbowed me sharply.
Bayley, the silly girl had tagged herself in, to the protests of Finn.
I wasn’t too proud to admit that the little green monster of jealousy flared at the concern he was showing for her. It was I that was with him when Bullet Club was formed. It was I who helped him to that second Best of the Super Juniors, and then picked him back up after his failed challenge to Okada. It was I who endured his rage after losing the title to Kota Ibushi. It was I who knew the darkest parts of his soul and still worshipped him regardless. I was the only person he should be looking at like that.
She was going to regret making herself special to him.
I kept my body deceptively relaxed as I entered the ring and stared down the former Women’s champion, head cocked to the side like she was a particularly fascinating insect. Bayley seemed to be caught off guard by my perceived disinterest in actually engaging her. I stood like that for several moments while my opponent circled me, the crowd becoming increasingly confused as well.
“Do something!”
I arched my brow at her cried words and still didn’t move. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Finn’s face contort in trepidation as he began to pace in his corner and Seth’s body language appeared to be equally as anxious. It was while my eyes weren’t on her that Bayley threw a clubbing forearm, my head twisting to the side as I staggered backwards and pain blooming across my jaw. I rubbed at the sore area, a small smile pulling at the corners of my lips as I turned back to her and I could feel the all too familiar buzz in my veins.
“This isn’t anything personal. You’re just in my way.”
Her eyes went wide as I hit her across the face with a European uppercut, her body crashing to the mat. She rolled towards the ropes, the gather herself, and I cocked my head to the side, a game plan forming. I let her pull herself up using the ropes and as soon as she was up to a vertical base, I aimed a sharp kick to the arm she had braced on the top rope. The crack of my boot hitting the tender flesh of the inside of her upper arm was satisfying and so was the way Bayley cradled her arm to her body.
“Tha’ barely stung, stór. Y'need ta kick me like y'hate me. Do ye want ta be a champion or a nobody? Do it again.”
The ghost of Devitt’s words echoed in my ears and added extra force to my strikes. The buzz that was in my veins began to intensify, the blows of my elbows, knees, and palms connecting with Bayley with the most satisfying sound of flesh striking flesh. It’s hard for anyone to get an offense going when they’re curled in on themselves, looking for any sort of reprieve in this kind of assault. Luke and Karl were behind me yelling encouragement and I could have sworn I smelled blood in the water.
“Yer hips are outta position again stupid girl. Yer never goin’ ta get the height on tha’ suplex and yer opponent will use it against ya. ’m not gonna fookin’ tell ya third time.”
Something as elementary as a suplex was what tripped me up. My hips weren’t positioned underneath Bayley’s, nor were they square enough to lift her. The former champion sensed it and was able to reverse my attempt at a German suplex into one of her own. I landed heavily on my shoulders, my head pounding against the mat, and I could have sworn I saw stars. Fuck, not like this. I had too much to prove.
A moment passed, then I realized over the roar of the crowd in attendance that she wasn’t making a pin attempt.
She began to crawl her way towards her corner, her hand stretching towards her teammates to tag someone, anyone in. Bayley’s digits were just mere inches from touching Finn’s outstretched hand in a tag, but she was just a hair too slow as I caught her by her boots.
“No one is goin’ ta help ya. Th’ queen’s job is ta protect th’ king. Remember yer role and don’t ask me again.”
“Won’t you help her Finn? She needs you!” I jerked Bayley back by her foot violently, before grabbing her outstretched arm and waving it mockingly in his direction. “Save her Finn!”
The boos and screams of disapproval made my blood sing.
Finn’s face was stony and Seth was yelling at the referee about sportsmanship as I grabbed Bayley by her ponytail and pulled her to the middle of the ring. I gave a small giggle before attempting to lock in a cross armbreaker. I wasn’t quite fast enough as she locked her hands together and I couldn’t pry them apart. Sweat was burning at my eyes and my muscles were screaming, but I pushed it all aside as I kicked a boot to her face and got back to my feet.
I needed to end this.
Bayley was like dead weight and it was a struggle to get her to her feet, but I was able to manage it. I grabbed a fistful of her now loose ponytail and jerked her head upwards as I turned to make eye contact with Finn.
“Ye take what y'want. And make a fookin’ statement when ya do it. Now come and give me some lovin’.”
The feral grin couldn’t be pushed off of my face as I held my index finger and thumb to my opponent’s temple in a mimicry of a gun. Finn snarled, but it was already too late. I pulled Bayley up into Bloody Sunday and sent her crashing to the mat, quickly floating over for the pin.
Luke and Karl had snuck around the ring to pull both Finn and Seth off the apron to prevent them from breaking up the cover.
One.
Two.
Three.
“’m so proud of ya, stór. So fookin’ proud.”
He approached me a couple minutes after the match, in a seemingly abandoned hallway. It didn’t matter that he had a thundercloud over his head and an angry purpose in his walk. I lit up with a sunny smile when I realized I was his sole focus and God, did it feel good to be the only thing he could see again.
“Hey handsome! Are you proud of me? That was a really good match, wasn’t it? I did good right?”
I could feel myself practically vibrating with nervous energy and anticipation. He was here, in front of me, and I had his undivided attention and I was blind to his anger.
“What th’ fook is wrong with ya, (Y/N)? That wasn’t a match, that was ye tryin’ ta hurt Bayley!”
I blinked, confused. Why was he so concerned about Bayley? I beat her, that’s what mattered to Dev- Finn.
“But I won? That’s what you told me always mattered. Besides, I’m here now! We can be like we were!”
He shook his head, a wan smile on his face. “Un-fookin-believable. Is that what ye really think?”
I knew he would be different, I just didn’t know that it would be like this. The hurt and the confusion pumped through me, my brows furrowed.
“I don’t understand Devitt. What has this place done to you? You make a little more money and then you go soft? Or do you just not believe in yourself anymore?”
“’m not Devitt anymore. It’s been a long time (Y/N), ’m not the same man ye knew in Japan.”
I snorted derisively, venom on the tip of my tongue. The hurt remained, but the confusion was quickly morphing into anger. He didn’t see it, he would always be Devitt. You don’t just throw away pieces of your personality, of yourself, simply because you’re afraid of it.
“That much is clear. The man I knew in Japan was fearless, he took what he wanted and when he wanted it. He didn’t care about how he got it or what the fans thought about him,” I spat the words like they were something disgusting at him. “The man I knew in Japan wouldn’t have become this castrated shadow that’s standing in front of me.”
Finn’s face went slack for just a moment, the barest of moments, in shock before the fire sparked in his eyes and his visage twisted into an angry snarl.
“Ye don’t get ta say shit like that ta me. Not after what ya did.”
I felt like I had been slapped, the air rushing from my lungs. I knew we’d be discussing this eventually, but like this? So soon? And in an empty fucking hallway?
“If you would have let me explain after it happened instead of shutting me out like a child, you would have known that I wasn’t involved! They didn’t tell me any-”
“But ya still stayed with them! Ya still stayed and ya did nothing. If that doesn’t tell me all I need ta know about it, I don’t know what will.”
The anger that bubbled within me was swift and all consuming.
“I had no other choice Dev- Finn! Was I supposed to turn my back on people that you made like family to me? To be alone again? Would that have made you happy? Would you have spoken to me then? ”
His bark of laughter was condescending and for a moment, just a moment, I thought it was the man I fell in love with in front of me. The cold cruelty and the rapier tongue, the vicious sneer and the calculating eyes… Beneath the burn of anger in my veins, my heart swelled with hope. He was still there.
“Family? Do ye fuck the new head of the family to welcome them? Did ya call AJ daddy? How long did it take for ya to hop inta Omega’s bed? Or maybe Cole’s more yer taste, ya do like them pret-”
The crack of the slap echoed through the hallway, Finn’s head snapping to the side from the force of my palm striking his cheek. The palm of my hand felt numb from the force of the slap and I could have sworn I heard the barest of growls escaping from Finn’s mouth, but I continued, any sense of self preservation fleeing in the face of my own fury.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t you ever doubt how I feel about you. Nothing ever happened with Styles or Cole. And where do you get off trying to pull that shit? Like you’ve been a fucking saint since Japan. I know all about the rats.”
Finn touched the angry red handprint on his cheek, rubbing at it tenderly.
“So it was Omega then. ‘ow did I know? Figures ye’d go fer someone as mentally fooked as you.”
My vision tinged red.
With a shriek I launched myself at him, fingers outstretched in a crude imitation of claws, with every intention of gouging those pretty blue eyes out.
Gallows, from seemingly out of nowhere, materialized, wrapped his arms around my waist mid air, and proceeded to frog march me out of the hall. Ever so faintly, from behind me as I was flailing helplessly in the much taller man’s arms, I could hear Anderson trying to talk Finn down from the rage he was inevitably in.
I caught Gallows’ muttered words though, the anger fleeing my body and a feeling of satisfaction settling into my bones, and I just knew that I looked like the cat who caught a canary.
“God, it’s like we’re in Japan all over again.”
Several weeks went on like that. I was the cat and he was the mouse and God, did I enjoy the chase. There was just something so primal and satisfying about this. I would show up at ringside for his matches, never interfering, but just watching. I made sure to get underfoot whenever he was going anywhere, always with an offer of help and a smile. We were even arguing with each other again, which was something I always looked forward to.
Fale used to joke that arguing and fighting was practically foreplay for us.
He was a little rattled at first.
I was wearing him down, I just knew I was.
He had called me stór during one of our many arguments. He’d visited me, ever so briefly, in the training room when it was thought that I sustained a concussion in a match with Banks. When he thought I was asleep on a flight, Finn had walked by and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear.
Finn seemed to be changing as well. His temper was shorter, which was leading him to become more easily frustrated in matches. On more than one occasion, I had tracked the Irishman’s eyes to a chair or to the ramp. I had even caught him looking like he was about to call to me for assistance when I was at ringside during a house show. He seemed to have realized what he was about to do as well, because he looked like he swallowed a lemon.
Things escalated one Monday night, in the dead of summer.
Finn was on his way to the title match with Brock and that pesky swamp man kept getting in the way. Wyatt made my skin crawl and just meeting his eyes once was enough for me to start checking behind me in dark hallways and parking lots. So it was with a great deal of dread that I made the decision that I did when it was apparent that Wyatt had brought lackeys with him to interrupt Finn’s match.
The lights had cut and then that eerie music began to play for just a moment.
Then the music cut and there was just darkness.
I was in the back watching on a screen, Anderson and Gallows nowhere to be seen, and the hair immediately began to stand on the back of my neck. This wasn’t good and I couldn’t leave him out there alone without backup.
The lights came up and I was out of the dressing room like a shot out of the barrel of a gun.
Wyatt and his two large masked lackeys were in the ring, Finn surrounded, and Reigns knocked out cold on the floor.
I at least had the wherewithal to grab a steel pipe on my way to the ring.
The crowd was confused, exploding into simultaneous cheers and boos as I charged down the ramp to the ring, where Wyatt was laughing and not paying me any mind.
Which was fine by me.
I slid into the ring and swung for the fences into one of the mask wearing lackey’s abdomens. The vibrations up the pipe from the force of the strike hurt my hands, but I couldn’t stop. There were three of them and one of me, Finn and Reigns being of no help after their beatdowns. Wyatt was relaxed against the ring post, his head cocked to the side with a the strangest grin on his face. The second masked goon charged, his arm held out for a clothesline. The one thing I did have going for me was agility and I was able to duck underneath the thick arm, to pivot and strike at the man’s low back.
The way the man dropped was only satisfying for a moment.
I had turned my back to Wyatt and when I turned around, I was kicked in the stomach, the air rushing out of me audibly and the pipe dropping from my hand. Before I was able to recover, I was bent backwards into a horrifying dip. Air was still a precious resource and the lack of it limited my struggles as Wyatt laughed, then he pressed a scratchy kiss to my forehead.
I thought I heard a shout from where Finn lay, then darkness.
The world came back to me just a moment later, with Gallows’ worried face swimming in my vision.
“What the hell, pipsqueak?”
I went to laugh, but I groaned at the pounding in my skull. Medics came to attend to me and I waved them off. It was going to take more than that to keep me down and needing medical attention. Groaning, I moved to sit up in an upright position.
“’m fine ’m fine. Finn, is Finn okay?”
Gallows’ barked laugh startled me and made my head throb, but he was shaking his head with a fond grin and he leaned back onto his heels.
“I guess some things never do change. See for yourself.”
It was then, over the dull roar of the crowd, that I could make out the accented shouts that could only be from one person and my heart swelled painfully as I turned towards them. For a moment, it’s like I was back in Japan.
“Did ye really think ye’d get away with this? ’m gonna rip ya to fookin’ pieces!”
Old Machine Gun, bless him, was attempting to hold back an absolutely enraged Irishman who just so happened to be wielding the steel pipe I had dropped. Wyatt was laughing maniacally at ringside, security surrounding him and his two masked lackeys. Off on the other end of the ring, the medical staff were tending to a groggy looking Reigns. Luke put a thick arm around my frame and hoisted me to my feet, mumbling the entire time about how the last time this happened, Captain New Japan was in the hospital for a week.
“The queen always comes to protect the king, Balor! Just like I knew she would!”
The roar that tore out of Finn’s body was damn near inhuman and he lunged forward towards the ropes, the pipe at the ready. Karl cursed, leaning into the Irishman to keep him from attempting to commit murder. My blood buzzed pleasantly at the way that he seemed so intent on caving in Wyatt’s skull, seemingly because the other man had mentioned me.
“Easy there Finnegan! Hey! Hey cool it man! She’s up and moving!”
He whirled around, seemingly possessed, with eyes ablaze and the steel pipe at the ready.
Those molten blue-gray eyes made contact with mine and time seemed to slow. Everyone else fell away and it felt the only two people in an arena of fifteen thousand was Finn and I. Electricity crackled in the air and through my body and Finn took a hesitant step forward, hesitation and uncertainty clear in his body language. He was angry (with both myself and the creepy swamp man, no doubt), concerned with how heavily I was leaning on Gallows, and for the first time, in a long time, lust.
“Don’t you ever doubt me again.”
I had to be helped both backstage and to the hotel room that night.
My head was pounding and my neck was painfully stiff. I’d been here before, no amount of compresses or painkillers would help, just sleep and time. Gallows and Anderson hovered like burly mother hens until I threatened to smother them with pillows and then they mercifully left. I had been cleared of a concussion by the medical staff, there was no need for this, especially when we had been in Japan together and they’d seen me in much, much more dangerous situations.
I had to force myself to take a shower after that. Every movement was a struggle, the little twinges of pain constant and annoying. Each time I blinked, I saw Finn on the inside of my eyelids. The way his face had set in determination when I had spoken to him tonight, the fierce brightness in his eyes, the way every muscle in his body seemed to be tensed in preparation for something…
Sleep was within my reach, curled up on the too soft mattress in an overly large t-shirt, limbs heavy when I was unceremoniously pulled from the world of dreams by a series of heavy knocks at the hotel door. I groaned, pulling a pillow over my head. Maybe if just ignored whoever it was at the door, they would take the hint and leave.
Luck was not on my side, as the knocks became louder and so much more insistent. I punched at the pillowy mattress with a growl before vaulting myself off the bed and stomping to the door, my mood fouling with each step. If it was Gallows or Anderson, I was going to take more than a pound of flesh.
My heart stuttered and my breath caught as I peered into the peephole.
Dev- Finn. Finn was outside of my room. His face was dark and unreadable, his body language tense and filled with barely restrained energy.
My fingers shook as I unlatched the locks on the door and I could feel sweat beginning to bead along my hairline.
As soon as the hotel room door was open enough to face Finn, he was suddenly surrounding me. There were no words spoken, not when his mouth was moving almost viciously against mine, all teeth and tongue. One hand had a bruising grip against my hips, the other cradling my face tenderly, and then my back hit the wall with a thud. I could have sobbed at the sudden rush of emotion and arousal.
He’d come home.
“Can’t stay away from ya anymore.”
The words were murmured against my mouth, as he made short work of large, worn sleeping shirt I was wearing. The cotton fabric gave way underneath his large hands, the delicate lace of my panties shredding with ease, the elastic of the waistband biting into the flesh of my hips before it gave way. The sting of the elastic made me gasp and Finn took that opportunity to place biting kisses along the sensitive skin of my neck. The feel of his lips and teeth sent a livewire of arousal to my core, the flesh between my thighs becoming uncomfortably slick.
The hand on my hip traveled to my core and dipped in, to test to see if I was ready. His sudden touch on my overheated flesh sent me arching against him with a lusty whimper and the smirk on his face alone was enough to bring me to the brink of an orgasm. There was a rustle of clothing and then my right leg was being lifted to loop around his hip, the thick and blunt head of his cock pressing against the opening to my core.
“P-please Finn. Missed this, missed you!” I barely recognized my own voice in the high pitched whine that squeaked out of me. His hips snapped forward sharply giving me no time to adjust, the sudden stretch right at that razor’s edge of pleasure blending into pain.
“Yer gonna wanna hold on, stór.”
I scrambled to grasp his shoulders, forced onto tip toes to keep this angle that made me pant with pleasure. Finn, somehow after all this time, was still able to find that one spot hidden inside of me that made my toes curl and my fingernails dig into his shoulders. His breath was labored and he littered bites along my neck and shoulders. With every new mark, I could feel my orgasm creeping closer and closer.
He wrapped a large hand around my throat and leaned in to mutter filth about how much he missed this and how I felt so much better than he remembered. The pressure on my neck was mounting with every snap of his hips, air becoming more precious and my vision going fuzzy.
“Scream fer me. We’re jus’ gettin’ started.”
His hand came off of my throat and I came apart with a scream, just as I was commanded.
He was exactly as I remembered, completely insatiable. No surface in that small hotel room went unused, the bed being saved for the last two rounds. I fell asleep with my head over his heart, deliciously sore and sated with a soft smile.
He came back.
I woke up to an empty bed the next morning.
“One! Two! Three! He did it! Finn Balor has taken back the championship he never lost!”
I had never been so proud of him.
I hadn’t seen him since that stolen night in the hotel less than a week ago. He had been successful in avoiding me, my little black heart tugged painfully at the possible thought that what had happened was our final hurrah.
“Do you wanna go congratulate him pipsqueak?”
My head snapped to Gallows, who was watching me with soft eyes and a knowing smile on his face. The big man was deceptively perceptive and he seemed to prefer it when people underestimated him. He’d never once corrected anyone, preferring to let others just think he’s muscle.
“Can we?”
The words came out a little bit more earnest than I intended to, but Gallows just gave a grin and shouted at Machine Gun to come on out, that we were going to give Balor an early victory celebration. Karl gave a woop of excitement, hurrying everyone out the door of the dressing room.
It’s as we were making our way to the gorilla position, that the monitors showed we weren’t the only ones with the same idea. Ambrose, Reigns, and Rollins had joined the new champion in the ring, appearing to both congratulate him and throw their name into the metaphorical ring for a title shot.
The heads of the four men snapped towards the ramp as the Club’s music hit and we started down the ramp. The former members of the Shield were tense, clearly preparing for a confrontation, but Finn… Finn was pretending to be ready for a fight.
I knew him better than I knew myself. I was able to read every mood, every subtle shift in body language. It was part of the reason our relationship was so turbulent in the past, we knew exactly where to needle each other. He was putting on a front for the three other men, but why?
Then I saw it.
The barest of winks. The smile that split across my face could only be described as maniacal.
Not only had he come back home, he was coming back home completely whole.
I knew my Prince would come back.
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Jay White is one of the few people currently in this match with previous experience, as the Switchblade returns for his second Clusterfuck. And arguably, his presence is one of the most intriguing of the night. We saw fellow Bullet Club teammate, Prince Devitt, steal the MPW World Championship with the help of Tama Tonga, someone who’s general dislike and lack of respect for Jay hasn’t been a secret. While Jay White may have all the adoration in the world for Devitt - while Jay White never would’ve gotten this far, gotten to New Japan, without Prince Devitt - if Jay goes all the way, he may not be willing to blindly trust his fellow teammates anymore.
But first, Jay has to survive until the end, and we’re not even halfway through the field yet. Who knows who, or what, is going to come out. With the amount of people already in the ring, you’d have to imagine that someone’s going to come clear house… but Jay has other ideas in mind. He’s not too eager to get into the fight yet, as he comes face to face with his… friend(?) Adam Cole. Cole’s clearly glad to see him, and welcomes Jay into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here, brother, this Clusterfuck is ours now.” Jay accepts the hug, patting Cole’s back, and nods along in agreement - before slapping Cole across the face! It’s every man for himself out here, and the two unload on each other with hard right hands, trying to get the advantage. Cole comes out on top, getting Jay into a backslide… but he rolls through! Cole’s dropped by a Flatliner, and Jay floats back, deadlifting Adam, before finally hitting a German suplex!
After Jordan Oliver delivers a running boot wash to a seated Cogar, Jay walks over and hammers Oliver in the back, before picking him up, placing him on the top turnbuckle and tries to shove him off. Atticus eventually stands up to assist, the two trying to eliminate Oliver, but he hangs on with everything he has. In the opposite corner, Colin has Bobby Fish hanging from the middle rope. Delaney sprints across the ring, hitting the ropes, before sliding under Fish, and dumping him with a sliding German suplex! A classic move from the ECW legend, but he’s not home free yet, as Zach Wentz soars out through the middle rope, and takes him out with a suicide dive! He rolls back into the ring as Pandemonium gets Bobby Fish seated in the corner, nailing him with a slingshot double knee strike, before rolling back, allowing Zach to charge in, nailing Fish with a Bronco Buster! He tosses him to Pan, who picks Bobby up, and plants him with Emerald Flowsion! Shoulders down by Pandemonium!
1… 2… 3!
“Bobby Fish has been eliminated.”
The two are caught by the remaining members of the Undisputed Elite, the two taking the couple to different sides of the ring, as we get ready for our next entrant…
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sit still ♧
missed you ♧
in this hell you are my paradise ♧
heat ♧
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So. If you feel like it, I’m in the mood for some brat taming prince Devitt headcannons. You know why.
Yes, I know why, bitch....😈👀😂
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Whenever you start to act all bratty
You go from his “sweet princess”
To “dumb little slut”
Every time you talk back
You get slapped on your face
Or his cock shoved down your throat
“This is so you learn to not use that pretty little mouth to talk shit” He smirked
Since his hands are pretty rough and calloused
He doesn’t even need a whip, cane or flogger to punish you
He’ll simply slap your ass and thighs with his hands
HARD
Because he knows the impact is so strong that it will hurt more than any toy
Plus he loves the feeling of your flesh against his hand
And the handprint marks ✋🤚
When he’s brat taming
He👏is👏merciless👏
And his dirty talk becomes so rough
“I’m gonna fuck you dumb with my cock until all you can say is ‘yes, sir’ “
“Is it too big for you?” He cackled when you whined “Good thing that’s your fucking problem, not mine”
“That’s right, my dumb slut. Take my cock and shut the fuck up” He growled
“You look so much better after I destroy your throat, I mean, your makeup running down your face, drool all over your chin...such a beautiful mess. All thanks to this of course” He smiled widely as he slapped your cheek with his hard cock
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