[dmndvtt]

#DMNDVTT: an independent, selective, and private adaptation of FINN BALOR of the wwe and njpw franchise. meta - based, focusing mainly on the bullet club and the judgment day eras. does not adhere to current storylines. strictly kayfabe based portrayal. heavily leans into the demon and celtic folklore. standard roleplay etiquette applies. written and wrestled by sam. heavily under co.

a study of: becoming your inner demons, the unquenchable thirst for vengeance, finding family in faction, the teacher becomes the student, irish temper vs catholic guilt, the duality of being both man and monster, extraordinary athleticism, the love of your life has been here the whole time, celtic mythology and mysticism, leading by example.

also located at: @blbcabelts, @cltclgcy, + @terrcrize

[dmndvtt]

this is an official announcement , as of tonight i will be resurrecting our favorite demon prince !!!

[princedevitt]

[dmndvtt]

@biiigtime , [ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the sender having no choice but to sit in the receiver's lap.

the room was an absolute uproar with people moving about, a flurry of both japanese and english as all the bullet club filed in. another meeting, another upcoming show. but it appears as if his bride to be had no place to sit. no matter, he'd gladly let her use him as her rightful throne. a pat of thigh, a soft smile. " c'mon, my love. " an arm snakes 'round her after she sits, admiring the new jacket he'd had custom made for becky. he leans in to whisper in ear. " leather looks good on ya, "

[biiigtime]

it’s not that she didn’t want to be here, club meetings just always seemed to be a battle of the egos that becky didn’t want to be a part of. having no place to sit almost made it worse. almost. she places herself right where he tells her to, the only place it made sense to. “ thank you, ” compliments from him never failed to turn her cheeks a light shade of pink. “ you have great taste ”

[dmndvtt]

the addition of her weight is not only a welcome sensation of pressure, but no matter what it was they were doing, having her in his proximity had always provided a comfort he'd gotten nowhere else, from anyone else. being the leader of the bullet club came with certain responsibilities which he found less than pleasant, but it was work which needs to be done. a piece - a large piece - of himself was glad for limited spaces to sit. this gave them the serendipitous opportunity to be oh so close, will undoubtedly make this much more bearable. " of course, " there's a glint of mischief behind devilish hues the minute he takes note of blushing cheeks. by the gods, how was this girl real? they'd been together for a couple years now and he still questioned it. " i know, i happened to t' ink y'are testament of that. "

[mamisms]

" just know, i never stopped trying for you, lass. this could have been a real mess, but i wouldn't have it. " from dmndvtt

brutality has taken a back burner for self pity and it's not a good look on the nightmare, they both know that. the hurt has twisted inside chest cavity to dwell into something dark and haunting, tearing everything down until she's VULNERABLE in front of him. emotions desperate to bubble forth die in swallow of pain, eyes staring at the ceiling within the judgement days clubhouse, choosing to count the popcorn tactile rather than address him. she can't right now least she want to let out a W A I L of how she truly feels. so instead arm lifts as hand extends to him desperate for his touch, that connection that can ground her here within this moment.

[dmndvtt]

it was miserable, the last few months spent without her. it was one bad move after another, one disrespectful decision after another. but, he couldn't keep quiet anymore. they were meant to be a family, to love each other. not this. what had they become? he wouldn't allow it to continue, not when she deserved better of them. " oh, love ... " she doesn't have to say a word. he reads her like a book. arms swiftly pull her in for a hug. a hand cradles back of head. " i'm so glad you're home. "

[mamisms]

" i told ya, lass ... she's perfect. she'll make a great asset. " becky is much better on your side than not. @dmndvtt

it's not a matter of 'i told you so' in the australians mind so much as it's when will the other woman finally give them all what they need? when will they get the second female presence that they've been craving for so very long? "yeah, yeah you're always right aren't you." rhea's waving around for dramatic effect as eyes nearly fade into the back of her head, swiftly turning a 180 to face the PRINCE of the judgement day. "have you broken her down yet?"

[dmndvtt]

there's a smirk that seems to be ever permanent on his face. he's all but eager to rub it in her face, lovingly mind you. " not always, but i wasn't wrong about her when she was fifteen. i'm not now. " it's probably easier to get the eradicator on board than the others, but if he's going to have proteges in the group, and they're wanting another female presence, no one could compare. her veteran experience speaks for itself. how long had they been watching from not so afar? a few weeks? a month? all the while, he's been whispering in her ear, letting his mental, demonic influence twist, torment her mind. he didn't have to do it this way, he could very well just ask her, she'd do anything for him at the drop of a hat. but what fun would that be? " aye, she's right there, but i t' ink it's time for the big guns. " he teased, swinging an arm over shoulder.

[dmndvtt]

@biiigtime , [ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the sender having no choice but to sit in the receiver's lap.

the room was an absolute uproar with people moving about, a flurry of both japanese and english as all the bullet club filed in. another meeting, another upcoming show. but it appears as if his bride to be had no place to sit. no matter, he'd gladly let her use him as her rightful throne. a pat of thigh, a soft smile. " c'mon, my love. " an arm snakes 'round her after she sits, admiring the new jacket he'd had custom made for becky. he leans in to whisper in ear. " leather looks good on ya, "

[rhea-ripley]

Raw || July 10 - 2023

[assyrianjalebi]

[dmndvtt]

@biiigtime

[dmndvtt]

@mamisms , rhea ripley sent: [ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

it happens in a blink. one second the prince is standing there, and the next the demon is upon her, hooded eyes darkening as forearm presses into clavicle. " why don't we stop pretending now, lass? " he questioned in a voice much more feral than his usual irish cadence.

[dmndvtt]

@unhlylgnds , becky sent: [ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap with one leg on either side of their legs, straddling them effectively.

the minute her weight is felt as she lowers herself into his lap, there's a blatantly obvious growth in the bulge of his sweatpants. sharp inhalation of breath through gritted teeth, looking up at her with hooded eyes. hands bury in her hair, holding her head. hips involuntarily buck up into her. finn just can't help himself. " fuck, becks ... " a beat as he kissed her with fervent desire. " ye' make it impossible to leave ya alone, you know? " hands glide down to snake between skin and shorts. " ever since we were kids. i want to devour you, lass. please ... "

[dmndvtt]

@wreckitrhea sent: [ good ] your muse calling mine a good girl.

mami is always on top. except for times like this, when he's slotted so perfectly between her legs, and she's doing absolutely everything he says to. " aye, that's a good girl, lass, just like that ... " he growls into the flesh of her neck as he hooks her legs around muscular torso. " t' ink ye' can take it, hmm? "

[soulprompts]

SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP PROMPTS.

listen. i want to tell ye that i have infinite reasons for making this. that i've been designing this for weeks, months even. but i can't. this happened because i saw one (1) meme and aligned that with two (2) cups of coffee. either way besties, you're all getting a strangely detailed list of reasons to drop your muse into another muse's lap. you wanna switch the roles? add a [ REVERSE ] if you want your muse to be the lap that's being sat in! don't add to this list, don't claim it as your own, i'll curse all your potatoes to be soapy and sad to consume.

[ SHAVE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can carefully shave the last of the receiver's stubble from their face.

[ MAKE-UP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to get a better vantage point to apply makeup to their face.

[ SNIP-SNIP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap whilst giving them a haircut.

[ HAIR ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so that the receiver can style or just play with their hair in peace.

[ CAR ]: sender ends up sitting in the receiver's lap whilst in a very crowded car together.

[ STUMBLE ]: sender loses their balance and trips backwards, falling into the receiver's lap in the process.

[ INTIMIDATION ]: sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.

[ LOOK ]: sender, wanting to see something that can only really be seen from where the receiver is sitting, sits in their lap in order to see it as well.

[ HEAL ]: sender ends up in the receiver's lap trying to tend to their wounds to the best of their abilities.

[ FEAR ]: a frightened sender sits in the receiver's lap in an effort to feel some measure of safety and protection.

[ COMFORT ]: sender, after a challenging and emotionally draining experience, settles into the receiver's lap in search of a feeling of comfort.

[ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing.

[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap with one leg on either side of their legs, straddling them effectively.

[ EMBRACE ]: sender settles in the receiver's lap to give them a long, well-deserved hug in comfort.

[ CARRY ]: sender, having been carried by the receiver for other reasons, winds up sitting in their lap once they sit down.

[ THROW ]: sender flings themselves at the receiver, so eager for a hug that they end up in their lap.

[ DROP ]: exasperated (or maybe just exhausted) the sender drops down into the receiver's lap to rest.

[ CUDDLE ]: eager for some well-earned cuddling, the sender finds it much easier for everyone involved to sit in the receiver's lap during the cuddle session.

[ MOVIE ]: while watching a movie together (and possibly being so distracted by the film that they don't realize what they're doing) the sender settles back into the receiver's lap.

[ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the sender having no choice but to sit in the receiver's lap.

[ CLOSENESS ]: after having been apart for a considerable length of time, the sender sits into the receiver's lap just to be close to them.

[ PRETEND ]: in a bid to persuade others that they're in a relationship (even though they're probably not) the sender climbs into the receiver's lap to convince the on-lookers of their legitimacy.

[ LEARN ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can teach them a particular practical skill (e.g. pottery, knot-tying etc.)

[ ACCIDENT ]: the sender, unaware that the seat they're trying to claim is occupied, drops into the receiver's lap without realizing it.

[ EXHAUSTION ]: the sender, surrounded by nothing but uncomfortable places to rest in, finds a solution by sitting in the receiver's lap in order to rest and possibly sleep.

[ CHILLED ]: the sender and receiver find themselves in a particularly cold room, leading the sender to sit in the receiver's lap in order to share body heat.

[ KISS ]: the sender lowers themselves into the receiver's lap in order to kiss them properly.

[ FLIRT ]: the sender, only just beginning to explore the romantic side of a relationship with the receiver, sits in their lap in order to express their feelings clearly.

[ ROMANCE ]: the sender, in a well-established romantic relationship with the receiver, sits in their lap just because they can.

[ THRONE ]: having found the receiver sitting in their throne, the sender sits in their lap in order to symbolically and physically share the seat.

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

[dmndvtt]

it's the hint of sleepiness behind familiar, brash accent that goes straight to his heart. it reminds him once again of one of many reasons why he positively adored her. even the ginger caresses of fingertips made him melt for a brief flicker of time, alleviates some turbulent anxiety ravaging him. but what doesn't leave him, what remains is the image of that child's face, and the haunting screams of her voice. a stubborn shake of head as if doing so would erase them. he can't help the slight upturn of lips, he can't help the urge to lie when she asks if he's alright.

" i ... " voice trails off, shaken still. uncertain if he should say. of course, he doesn't like telling her anything not true, but he likes worrying her less. much less. his sweet little girl. no matter how old they got, that's what she would always be, that sweet fifteen year old girl with puppy dog eyes full of love and the surface shine ambition provides. a breath of a laugh, and a long lingering silence between words spoken as he's watching her sit up and the dim lighting making her auburn locks look like flames cascading down becky's back. she's so beautiful, and even the sight of her hair provokes sonnets. that's not all it serves to do.

a brief flicker of the young woman he'd seen in the vision, the very same hair, a perfect match in shade. this time, he sees her looking at him with his eyes.

back to the present, and finn realizes he cannot get this one past her. she won't allow it. who could blame her? he looks like a drowned rat from sweating so profusely. and he's sure his face wears the confusion, the anxiety as plain as day. he leans into her touch, soft contact keeping him anchored to the earth. how did she manage to make everything better? okay, so maybe he ought to be honest? eyes slip shut, audible breath. " i don't know, love. but, i will be, i t' ink. i hope. "

static in the mind's eye gives another flicker, like that very word triggers the second's long revelation of a piece of paper, a legal document with the word HOPE contained on it. the rest unclear.

and just as abruptly as the visions began, the aftershocks cease and his head begins to feel normal. " it wasn't a bad dream, no. i - i ... it didn't make sense. " they were always difficult to explain. dismissive shrug, arms moving to pull her closer. hand clasps gently upon head, holding it to his chest. heart rate finally slowing. breathing at a smoother pace. " ya ever seen someone in ... well, it wasn't a dream but ... someone in your dreams that ye'd never met before? someone ye'r not entirely sure even existed? " to anyone else, he'd probably sound absolutely insane.

[biiigtime]

his words do little to make it easier to digest what was happening. that she didn’t know what was happening was one thing, that he wasn’t sure he was going to be okay was a whole other. she doesn’t move her hand from him, not yet. has to make sure he’s going to be okay before she even considers letting him go. she’s patient — or trying to be, anyway. she lies waiting, thumb still running gentle circles on his temple. she won’t push anything, won’t make him feel the need to speak to her quickly or pressure things on him. he can take as much time as he needs to get words out. she’s well awake now, anyway. has all the time in the world for him. “ you think ? ”

other people would think he was crazy, but becky was not other people. had known him long enough to know that sometimes he woke up in a cold sweat. nothing she could do to prevent them from happening, certainly not when he couldn’t do it. she was only human. but, she could offer a soft touch and a gentle word. like always.

she tries to stop her own anxiety level from rising, that sinking feeling the something much worse was going on. something that she had no way of understanding. her arm wraps around his lower stomach, cheek pressed against his chest as he grasps the back of her head. the covers to the bed are left behind, chest pressing to side. it’s relieving to hear his heartbeat, having it be normal. or, as normal as it could be in a scenario like this. he didn’t sound insane to her, he couldn’t. this, though, this was definitely different than it had been before. she chooses honestly, “ i can’t say i have. ” her hand soothes over his chest, thumb moving back and forth. “ is that what’s happening now, then ? someone you don’t know if they exist ? ”

[dmndvtt]

there are a number of qualities in becky which he admired greatly, found himself adoring, even ones considered not so endearing. one was her patience. she, like himself to her, never rushed him in any aspect of their relationship. this included. a soft sigh as he leans into her thumb. eyes slip shut, love almost tangibly radiating off the demon in spades. " god, becks, i love ya. " he thinks out loud. despite this, there's a darkness, a heaviness in the air that even he can't put a name to. cerulean hues flicker once again to meet her own coffees. that immaculately beautiful countenance makes him practically swoon like he had back in their beginnings. yet, this feeling is met with a pensive expression wrought in hesitation. " mo chroí, you're so good t' me and understanding ... " he continues his musing, not quite certain of how really to explain himself.

suddenly, finn is hit by not a vision but the thought of how absolutely perfect it would be to have a daughter with her face, and the devil in her eyes. that's all him. wait! why is he thinking about that? this is maddening. " i hope. just 'as m' head in a fog. " it feels like a half baked explanation, but it's the truth nonetheless. he can feel her worry, practically seeps through his skin. he never really fully explained the visions, never had to. but this ... this felt like it needed an explanation. even if he doesn't have the words for it right now.

the minute she wrapped her arm around him, he's pulling her into his lap with a hum of contentment. even in times of great confusion, uncertainty, and turmoil she made him abundantly happy. becky was everything to him. he holds her against his frame, regarding her like a precious treasure. and all the while, the beginning stages of conception of another treasure is unwittingly coming to fruition. their entire lives are soon to change forever.

" that's ... understandable that ye' wouldn't. " a response met with fingers carding through her hair. her ministrations feel pleasant. he decided she needed soothed as much as he did. " yes, " he finally admits after a long time of silent contemplation as tender kisses are placed to her head. he might as well bite the bullet. " sometimes, visions don't really make sense until later on but this, lass. at least with the others, there's t 'ings i can make sense of tiny pieces but this one ... it couldn't possibly make any kind of sense. it felt like the girl didn't exist. i just don't know what t' t' ink about any of it. but, i'm sure it'll all sort itself out. " he doesn't want to cause further worry. she's already incredibly concerned. " just shook me a bit, lasted longer than usual. i'm so sorry t' make ye' worry, love. everything will be just fine though, i swear it. " it's not a false reassurance. it will. it's just as the next weeks unfold, more visions would continue to plague and confound him.

" are ye' okay, sweetheart? " he cradles her face in his hands, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. no matter what was going on with himself, he would always make sure his wife was alright. " do ya want to try and lay back down? we can stay up for a bit too, it's up to you. " his voice is gentle as the breeze coming in from the nearby window. hands fall to minor bruises left behind from earlier, hungry lustful mouth having left its mark. " guess i was quite passionate, huh? "

[dblchmparchived]

i want to write so bad, but everything in my drafts takes a level of energy i'm not prepared for tbh. i haven't even slept yet tbh. been stressing about the room, but whoever helped and alleviated that stress, thank you so much. i have to do my ua for pe.psi co today but until then i might try my hand at one liners maybe or v small things until i can get some sleep lol

[dblchmparchived]

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