After years of clawing his way through setbacks and betrayal, Finn Bálor is finally world champion. Celebrating the victory with his girlfriend Logan at a downtown bar, the night takes a horrifying turn when a drunk stranger targets her while Finn’s away. But this isn’t the Finn everyone knows. When he sees what’s happening, the Demon King — the primal rage that’s always simmered under the surface — takes over. And no one touches what belongs to the Demon.
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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:
▸ Attempted assault (non-graphic but unsettling)
▸ violence
▸ language
▸ possessive behavior (from demon king)
▸ bar fight
▸ slight blood
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I don’t care if it was the Demon or not. You came for me
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The bar was buzzing — not just with people, but with pride.
The whole wrestling world was talking about Finn Bálor’s long-awaited World Title win. Years of being overlooked, screwed, sidelined. But tonight? The gold sat proudly around his waist, and Logan couldn’t stop smiling as she watched him bask in it.
He was glowing. Lit up with joy she hadn’t seen in years.
“Two more?” he asked, already halfway off his stool.
Logan grinned. “Yeah. And get the fruity kind this time, champ. You earned it.”
He laughed, that easy Irish chuckle she loved so much, and gave her a quick kiss before heading toward the bar. Her fingers traced the cool glass of her half-finished drink, the music thumping low and lazy through the floorboards.
Then came the voice. Too close. Too sharp.
“Hey, sweetheart. That seat taken?”
Logan looked up to find a man — mid-thirties, glassy eyes, crooked grin — slipping into Finn’s seat beside her. She forced a polite smile. “Yeah, actually. My fiancé just—”
“Fiancé?” he snorted, looking around. “Don’t see one.”
She shifted uncomfortably. “He’s getting drinks.”
“Well, until he gets back,” he slurred, his hand brushing the edge of her thigh, “why don’t we have a little fun?”
Her blood ran cold.
“No. Back off,” she said sharply, scooting away, but his fingers grabbed her wrist too fast, too tight. Sure Logan’s is a wrestler herself but she knows she can’t fight off a drunk man. But lucky for her, they saw. Finn and the Demon.
From where they stood, two cocktails in hand, the entire world slowed.
They didn’t hear the crowd anymore. Didn’t feel the sweat from earlier still clinging to their neck. All they could see was Logan frozen in place, eyes wide, trapped under some stranger’s hand.
The glass in their hand shattered. From the Demons anger, glass pierced their shared skin.
The bartender gasped, but the two didn’t notice. The world tilted. Their skin crawled. Their jaw clenched so tight their teeth ached. And deep inside — something ancient unfurled.
Finna felt in when he first saw what was happening, The Demon King had woke up.
They stalked toward the booth, expression blank but eyes burning. The crowd seemed to part without realizing it.
Logan barely had time to shout, “Ferg—” before he was there.
One hand grabbed the man by the back of the neck. The other slammed him against the wall with enough force to shake the frames loose.
“You touched her,” The Demom growled, voice low, guttural. Finn’s face was wild now — not paint, but rage. Raw, animalistic. “You. Touched. Her.”
“Hey, man— I didn’t— I didn’t mean—!”
But The Demon fist cracked across the guy’s jaw.
Logan flinched and it’s them she realized, this is not her Finn, her Fergal.
Another punch. And another. Each hit like thunder. The crowd gasped, some cheering, others backing up.
Blood smeared the wall.
“King!” Logan finally shouted, rushing over, grabbing his arm. “Stop! You’ll get Fergal arrested!”
His chest heaved, eyes unfocused — glowing with fury.
But her touch broke the haze.
He looked at her — really looked — saw the bruise blooming on her wrist, the fear in her voice, the way she was shaking and still putting herself between him and danger.
His breathing slowed. His jaw unclenched.
He dropped the man, letting him crumple to the floor.
Bouncers were moving now. People staring. People were whispering. But Finn didn’t care. All he saw was her.
He gently cupped her face, voice hoarse. “Are you okay?”
“I am now,” Logan whispered, tears stinging her lashes.
The bartender yelled, “You both gotta leave!”
“Fine,” Finn snarled, wrapping his jacket around Logan and leading her out.
They didn’t speak until they were in the alley behind the bar. Cool night air wrapped around them.
Logan leaned against the brick wall, trying to slow her breathing. Finn stood across from her, fists still trembling, his chest rising and falling like he was still in the ring.
Then, softly — “I’m sorry.”
She looked up. “For what? You saved me.”
“I lost control.”
“You protected me.”
He stepped closer. “I’ve never felt that before. That deep. Like I’d kill him. I wanted to. The second I saw his hand on you…”
She reached for his hand. “I don’t care if it was the Demon or not. You came for me.”
He held her tighter then, forehead to forehead, letting the weight of the night settle between them.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, voice thick. “No one touches you. Ever.”
And from the shadows, the Demon purred, satisfied.
Hi everyone this is my first ever story I hope you enjoy this is a ploy Judgement day fan fic so I how you guys enjoy it Also I will be using their actual names
Tw: talks of pregnancy, mentions of death and miscarriage, mentions of vomit/throwing up and mentions of sex(this is through out the entire story btw and this will be multiple parts)
It was about 3 am when Y/n woke up suddenly feeling very sick. She got up and ran to the bathroom suddenly feeling like she was about to throw up. She's throwing up into the toilet when she feels her hair being pulled back. It was one of her loving boyfriends Damian. He held her hair back while the threw up and once she was done she wiped her face and brushed her teeth before hearing Damian ask "you ok muñeca". " she turned to face Damian "Not really. My stomach really hurts and I just feel super nauseous" she said. "I'm sorry amor do you wanna to go in the living room and we can watch TV or something until you feel better" Damian offered. "I would like that a lot please baby" Y/n said "ok then lets go amor" said Damian as he picked you up into his arms to go and lay down on the couch with you to watch some tv in hopes of getting you back to sleep. A little while later around 6 am Rhea comes out of the bedroom that the five of you shared looking for her two missing partners only to find them in the living room watching Alice in wonderland. That immediate told Rhea something was wrong because that was Y/n comfort movie that was usually put on when she was 1. Sick 2. On her period or 3. Having a really bad time mentally not just cuz she felt like it and if that's the case then it's kinda weird. So Rhea was immediately concerned and went to check on them she saw both of them wide awake on the couch watching the movie "hey loves are you ok". " Not really I woke up feeling really nauseous and ended up throwing up in the bathroom" said Y/n in a somewhat sad tone. "I'm sorry princess I'll stay in here with you and Luis and go back to sleep ok love" Rhea suggested in a soothing tone. "Ok that sounds good to me Dem's". And this that Damian got up and went to the bedroom to go join his 2 boyfriends in bed while demi stayed up with Y/n for the rest of the night till the other 3 awoke fully.
So that was all for part one of this series I hope you guys enjoyed and I will try to get part two out soon also I will start a tag list so if you wish to be added let me know love you guys bye
Warnings: Mature to explicit as the story goes on.
Description: After moving to the USA from England to start her career as an NXT superstar, Ciara gets to meet her long time crush, NXT champion Finn Balor. It's clear the pair have chemistry, but when tensions start to rise, will they find they want more than a no strings attached relationship?
So this is the first piece of fanfic I have written literally ever. I will be posting them here periodically, but I already have 6 chapters out on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.
This series will involve romance, drama and (although it will take a little while) some smutt too. Hope you enjoy it! 😊
6. Distractions
Three weeks passed before I knew it, and true to his word, Fergal had barely spoken to me since the night we went to dinner. He'd smiled and said hello in the corridors, but other than that we were perfect strangers to one another.
It was probably for the best really as I hadn't been with anyone for a while and still couldn't get the thoughts of that night out of my head; his body pushed against mine, the feeling of his warm breath tickling my lips.
I arrived at the Performance Center feeling incredibly nervous. My first match wasn't until next week but even still, I was terrified of screwing up on my first show. I changed into my new ring gear and started my warm up, when there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, Paul was smiling warmly at the sight of me ready to make my debut.
"Hi! I just wanted to say good luck for tonight. How are you feeling?"
"Not gonna lie, I'm kind of terrified," I giggled nervously, "but I can't wait."
"You're gonna be great! Fergal tells me you've been working really hard so I have every faith in you."
I was half tempted to tell him that I've barely spoken to or even seen Fergal for weeks but resisted the urge. I didn't want it to seem like I cared.
"Anyway, knock 'em dead! Oh, and have fun of course!" he waved goodbye and I finished my stretches.
After my warmup, I decided to walk off my nerves. I was going at a fairly brisk pace and not really paying attention to my surroundings, so it was no wonder that as I rounded a corner a little too quickly, I walked head first into somebody, nearly knocking me off my feet.
"Shit, are you OK?" came a familiar Irish accent.
"Umm yeah, sorry, that was my fault"
"Any particular reason you're power walking through the corridors?" Fergal asked, slightly concerned but also clearly holding back a laugh.
"Just trying to walk off the nerves. Sorry again, I didn't mean to tackle you.. "
"Oh, I'd like to see you try!" he taunted, grinning playfully, "Listen, I'm glad you bumped into me actually. I wanted to wish you good luck for tonight. I know you're nervous but, once you get out there the adrenaline will kick in so just enjoy it."
With the warm tone he was using now, it was hard to believe that he'd spent the last few weeks either ignoring or avoiding me.
"Thanks Fergal, I just hope people react. Even if it's badly."
"You'll be fine," he put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I've gotta go, but we'll talk later OK?"
I nodded, hoping he meant that and wasn't just saying it to make me feel better. He turned and walked off down the corridor before stopping, seemingly remembering something.
"Oh, Ciara! The ring gear looks great by the way. You're like a... sexy assassin," he chuckled and licked his lower lip, looking me up and down for a few seconds too long before peeling his eyes away and turning back around, continuing on up the corridor.
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Raquelle and Dakota were headed to the ring to cut their promo. The chorus of boos was overwhelming, and I was relieved that the crowd seemed particularly rowdy tonight.
"You know, since Raquelle and I have been teaming up, we have been unstoppable here in NXT. We've beaten every tag team here! And what do we have to show for it? Nothing. No title matches. No Takeover main events. Nothing!" Dakota paused to measure the crowds reaction. "Meanwhile, the women's tag team champions, Shayna and Nia are hiding over on Raw because they KNOW if they stepped to us, they would lose those titles. And all Teegan Nox needs to do is bat her eyelashes at William Regal and she gets a title opportunity against Io Shirai the same night. And even then, she blew it. We have shown time and time again that we are better than her, and we are sick and tired of being overlooked!"
That was Tegan's cue. Her music hit and she headed out to the stage, mic in hand.
"Woah, Woah, Dakota. Let me get one thing straight. The ONLY reason I lost that match is because she-hulk over there attacked me from behind," she gestured to Raquelle, infuriating her. "And as far as you beating every tag time in NXT goes well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but that's just not true. Because you haven't beaten me."
"Tegan, sweetie, as happy as I would be to beat you down... Again. As much as I would LOVE to put you on the shelf... AGAIN. You don't have a tag team partner," Dakota interrupted, smirking and giggling with Raquelle.
Tegan beamed upon hearing this as I prepared to make my entrance.
"You know, I was hoping you would say that. Because you're about to meet her," Tegan stepped aside as my music (See media 2 above) hit and I stepped out onto the stage. We began slowly walking down the ramp before breaking into a run and diving into the ring in perfect synchronisation.
The combination of my nerves plus the raucous crowd only fuelled my adrenaline as we started wailing on the duo. After knocking Dakota down to her knees, Tegan hit the shiniest wizard, but as she turned around she ran straight into Raquelle's Tequila Shot. She smiled menacingly at Tegan on the floor. Now was my chance to do my finisher.
Diving at her, she caught me and lifted me onto her shoulders to power bomb me, and I reversed it into my Natural 20, just like Fergal had shown me.
The thought of Fergal once again took me back to that night as I imagined how his lips would taste. But my daydreaming distracted me and I dived over too enthusiastically, leaving me with little time to ready my legs for the impact. As I landed, I felt a painful twinge in my knee, and knew I'd messed up.
It didn't seem as if anyone else had noticed my mistake, and I wanted to keep it that way until I got backstage. I stood up, helping Tegan to her feet and celebrated in the ring for a while before heading back up the ramp and into the back.
When I was safely out of sight, I let the facade drop and Paul sent me immediately to medical. After examining my knee, it seemed that I'd gotten lucky this time, and all it needed was a few days rest. I felt the weight of my shoulders dropping, relieved. I'd been terrified that my WWE career was almost over before it began, but I had to be more careful in the future.
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After checking in with Paul I went home to rest my leg. I had just put some ice on it when there was a loud knocking on the door and behind it was Fergal, pale and panicked.
"Are you OK? Is it injured? What happened?" he fired questions at me, frantically, storming past me and into my apartment.
"Woah Fergal. Calm down. I'm fine. I just need rest," I assured him.
Fergal breathed a sigh of relief before taking a seat on the sofa and speaking, more calmly this time.
"What happened? I've seen you do that move a hundred times and you've never messed it up."
I felt confused. He's been avoiding me for weeks. There's no way he could have seen me practicing my finisher. Unless...
"You've been watching me practice?" I snapped bitterly.
"Yeah, I was worried about you," he mumbled, taken aback slightly.
"You've been avoiding me! You've barely said two words to me in weeks and now you're worried about me!?"
"Ciara... I'm sorry OK? I shouldn't have just blanked you like that. It was selfish of me," he was avoiding eye contact and genuinely seemed remorseful. "Look... I'm not good at resisting temptation. If I want something, someone, I won't stop until I get it. I just figured it would be easier on you if I distanced myself-"
"See that's the whole problem, Fergal," I interrupted. "You approached me, you asked me out, you came on to me. And then, when you were just about to kiss me, you backed out. You were my only friend here, and you just abandoned me and now you're saying you were doing me a favour. You barely even know me! What makes you think you know what's best for me?"
"I just thought-"
"You just thought that I was some naive, innocent girl, and that if I got involved with you I'd fall in love and get my heart broken." A mixture of pain and adrenaline gave me the confidence to vent all of my frustrations from the past few weeks.
Fergal was staring attentively into my eyes, placating me somewhat. I took a breath and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Fergal, I made my intentions clear before, my career is my priority. I'm much stronger than I look. I have no intention of falling in love with you, and I certainly don't need you protecting me."
"I'll keep that in mind," Fergal promised, now smiling sheepishly. "So why did you botch that move?"
"Umm, no reason. I just got distracted," I insisted, but my reddening cheeks gave me away.
"Ciara..." he snickered knowingly, "what were you thinking about? Be honest."
I collapsed next to him, trying to think of a lie he wouldn't see through, before giving up and accepting my fate.
"I was just... Thinking about that night..." I hesitated, not daring to look him in the eyes. "About... What would have happened if you had stayed..."
Fergal was obviously expecting my answer, but he still couldn't help grinning like a Cheshire cat upon hearing me actually admit it out loud. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off before he could.
"But it's not a big deal OK? Don't get the wrong idea. It's just... Been a while. That's all..." I urged, staring into my lap and ignoring the genuine, unabashed giggles coming from the man next to me. "it won't happen again..."
He managed to collect himself before standing up and crouching in front of me. The mood in the room shifted as he cupped my cheek, and my eyes met his.
"I know. I'll make sure of it mo ghrá."
"Wh.. What do you mean?" my breath hitched as I waited for his answer
"It's simple. You have needs, and I'm going to satisfy them. I'm gonna sleep with you," he smirked, his eyes laser focused on mine, like a hungry wolf hunting it's prey. "Any questions?"
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A/N - mo ghrá = my love
Ooft we getting spicy now! Word of warning, the next chapter will be NSFW so if you aren't into that, you may want to skip it. I'll try and fill in any blanks in the chapter after so that no one misses out on the plot. It's gonna be my first time writing smut so bare with me 😂 hope you enjoyed it!
You were close to tears, you thanked the dark surroundings of the restaurant that hardly anyone in there could see you. Some of the staff gave you sympathetic looks when they walked past your table.
Huffing and panting, your bottom lip quivers as tears spill down your cheeks. Slamming your hand down on the table, your fingers gripped hold of the long table cloth. Your mouth fell open when you finally laid eyes on your boyfriend, finally!
“Hi, love.” Ferg whispers, bending over and pressing his lips to yours. “I thought Colby was supposed to be here with you.”
Your eyes followed him as he took a seat across from you, licking his bottom lip before he picked up a menu.
“Oh-ah, he’s here,” you said, your body flinching at another flick. Inconspicuously, you looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was nearby. With a hand on your head - to make it look like you were fixing your hair - your eyes flickering from his to below the table, finger pointing down before playing with your earlobe. “And he’s being mean, Fergie. Colby isn’t letting me come.”
“Want me to fix that for ya.” He teases and you hate it. That smug smile painted on his face, you’ve been teased enough and you don’t want it to continue any further.
When you were about to come, Colby drew his mouth away from your core, leaving you pulsing around your now empty pussy and frustrated that once again you were so close to coming and Colby chose to pull away. This time with Ferg there, you hoped he would talk some sense into Colby but obviously you were wrong.
Pouting, you silently pleaded with the Irishman when Colby had risen from under the table. The latter wiping at his mouth, adjusting his shirt as he found the seat he had left vacant almost as soon as he arrived. The man the rest of the world knew as Finn smiled. Soft but at the same time sinister. Ferg hiked up his jeans, pushing out his chair as quietly as possible before he sunk down onto his knees and crawled under the table. Finally, he was going to finish what Colby had started almost 20 minutes prior to Ferg’s arrival.
He inched closer and closer, feeling his hot breath soothe over your core. Spreading your legs wider, the skirt of your dress still bunched up over your thighs. You could feel him smirk against you when he pressed his lips to your pussy, tongue flicking over your already extremely wet cunt. Glancing over the other side of the table, Colby grinning with his teeth on show; he looked a little too proud of his handy work, proud that he knew Ferg would do the same thing as he did.
Ferg’s tongue circled around your clit before it dipped into your aching pussy. Your fingers dive under the table cloth to find his hair, it was as much as Colby’s but it was still fun to run your fingers through the shorter strands. Maybe you would be able to silently persuade him to let you come unlike your other boyfriend.
He adds one of his digits into your pussy, then another and all you can do is hope that he lets you come because you were so close, so tightly wound that you were already about to explode. You find Colby leaning back, your thighs try to close around Ferg’s head when you see Colby palming himself over his jeans.
You beckoned the latter over to you and surprisingly he complied with your fingers orders. The only orders that he had decided to follow tonight. He joined you on your side of the booth. Colby tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, you couldn't help it when your stomach fluttered at the motion followed by the way he held your face in his hand.
Pressing his lips to yours, he stopped the groan you anticipated from leaving your lips. You thought Ferg would let you come at least once but he refused. How many more times could the both of them edge you. You needed to come!
“Please, Fergie!” You quietly hissed, more tears spilling over.
“Sorry, love, you really think we’re going to let you come in a public place.”
Colby sniggered, hand travelling from your neck to your tits, groping at them. “You only get to come at home, Y/N. You should know this by now.”
Y/N is new to WWE, but she was going to inevitably show up on Creed’s gaming show. She has no idea how much Fergal is going to take delight in helping her fill the full VR experience.
Pairing: Finn Balor/Fergal Devitt x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: scary clowns, FLUFF, giggles, and tickles, and frights (oh my!)
Word Count: 650+
Note: My first Finn fic! Please let me know how you like it by leaving a comment and/or liking and reblogging. Enjoy:
“Welcome to Up Up Down Down! I’m your host, Austin Creed here. We have special guest Y/N Y/L/N in the house! And today we are introducing Y/N to virtual reality gaming… with Until Dawn: Rush of Blood.”
You laughed and hid your face. “Is that the one Big E played?” Austin wiggled his eyebrows at the camera. “My very first episode and you’re starting me on that?”
Flashbacks of how scared Big E was fighting VR clowns made your heart rush. You were scared just watching. How was this going to go when you were wearing headphones and everything? No use putting it off.
“All right. Let’s get this thing going.”
He showed you which buttons to push and you picked a nickname for the show. The tutorial was easy enough. And you had an okay aim with the guns.
“Is the first round the same every time? Same jump spots?” you asked, hopeful. Not that you would scream any less.
“I… don’t remember. After we film, we’ll compare and I’ll add a thing at the end.”
You groaned as the game took over. The dip in the coaster made your stomach lurch almost as much as a real one. You shot every box that had a gun on it, suggesting ammo. No way were you going to lose because you couldn’t reload if that was even going to be an issue.
The first wave of clowns had already passed when Fergal walked into the room. He laughed silently with Austin when you squealed about something on the screen. With a grin, Fergal mouthed to Austin “I’m going to scare her,” and emphasized with motions.
“She’ll punch you in the face,” he motioned back.
“I know.” He moved to stand close behind you, but far enough away where you couldn’t feel his presence. The mixture of the VR headset and headphones canceled out any defense mechanism you had; you were completely focused on the game. You shot one clown and started looking around for another. As another set of red eyes started to advance from the darkness, Fergal suddenly gripped your shoulders and shouted. You whipped your elbow behind him, connecting with his ribs. He doubled over with laughter and hurried out of the room as you yelled at him.
“Fergal Devitt, you get your hot ass back here! How do I pause this? Screw it. Ferg!” You tossed off the gear to Austin and ran after him.
Austin grabbed the camera that was formally videoing you. “This should be good,” he said into the lens. He caught up just as you tackled Fergal to the floor.
You ignored the other WWE occupants and got to work pinning him. “You big jerk,” you laughed, “I’m going to hide all your LEGO’s!”
“Nooooo,” he mocked as you sat on his chest. His voice jumped an octave as you began to tickle him. He giggled and laughed and tried to roll out from under you. He begged and pleaded with you to stop before finally flipping you over. Now it was your turn to laugh till your chest was heaving and your sides hurt. He fell to one side and laid next to you on the floor.
“Now will you guys just kiss already?” Austin asked.
You turned your head to Fergal and smiled. “Should we tell him?” He winked at Austin.
“Are you guys dating?” He went crazy when you nodded. “They’re finally dating. Praise- alluia!” Someone else in the room added an “amen” and another “took you guys long enough.”
“If I kiss you, will you promise not to hide my LEGO’s?” He pouted and you kissed his nose.
“No. But I will if you play the scary clown game. All the way through the first level.”
“Deal.”
He did pretty well. There were a few Irish curses, but most clowns barely made it to the cart. And you were able to hold off scaring him back till the very end.
You doubled over with laughter as he fell out of the chair.
Description: A/n you and your best friend Becky Lynch are sharing a hotel room together, but when her boyfriend Seth Rollins sneaks in, you are left with no choice but to sleep in his room with the guy you hate, Finn Balor.
A/N This is part of a series of one shots I am doing. You can read this and the others on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.
Room Swap
"Name please," the receptionist asked as you searched through your purse for your ID.
"Y/l/n. It should be a twin room."
"Ah yes, here you are," she turned to the board behind and picked out a key card. You're in room 412."
"Thanks!" you take the key card off of her and return to Becky, who was waiting with your luggage in the lobby.
"Everything all sorted, roomie?" Becky asked, thumbing through a magazine.
"Yeah I can't wait. Ever since you got with Seth we never get to bunk together. It's gonna be like old times!"
"I just hope you're ready for a wild night of stuffing our faces with room service and bingeing bad horror movies," she winked and giggled.
"Ooft sounds like a hot date," you teased her.
"Speaking of hot..." Becky gestured to the lobby entrance where her boyfriend Seth Rollins was bringing in his luggage. He made his way over to you and beamed when he saw Becky.
"Damn, you're beautiful. Can I get your number?" he teased.
"Sorry, I have a boyfriend. He's super buff and macho and could probably kick your ass," she retorted, planting a loving kiss on his cheek. Seth wrapped his arms around her waist as you smiled at how happy you were that your friend found someone who truly loved her.
"Are you sure you wanna spend the night with y/n? I mean I love Finn but we could have a LOT of fun in a room together..." Seth cooed, kissing Beckys neck.
"Hey, Rollins! Stop making moves on my woman. You get every other night with her. Go near her, and I'll chop that dick off!" you threatened playfully.
"Fine, Jeez!" he laughed, "We really need to get you a boyfriend."
You shuddered at the words. You had been secretly seeing someone, but broke it off a couple of weeks ago and you were starting to lose hope of ever finding a decent guy.
"You know, Finn is still single..." Becky prompted.
"Ugh no way!" you retched, "not even if he was the last man on Earth."
"Finn's a great guy! I really don't get why you hate him so much..." Seth shook his head.
"Where do I start? He's cocky and narcissistic, he thinks he's God's gift to women, he's always bragging about how many girls he's been with. Yeah sure, he's hot, but he knows it. Besides, he's a jerk to me whenever we're together."
"Y/n, you haven't even given him a chance. I reckon if you spent some time alone with him, you'd see all the good parts of him!" Seth enthused.
"He wears very tight trunks in the ring, I've already seen WAY more parts of him than I'm comfortable with."
"Aww, y/n, I'm flattered you spend your free time thinking about me in tight trunks!" came an Irish accent from behind you. You groaned internally.
"I wouldn't be... You missed the part where I called you cocky and narcissistic." you jeered, smirking at Finn.
"It's not cocky if you can back it up love," he winked, and you hated yourself for finding him so attractive.
"Right, sure. Guys like you are all talk."
"Oh one night alone with me, and you'd never want to leave," he went to brush a hair from your face, giggling mischievously as you swatted it away. "I could prove it to you tonight if you want."
"Oh my god, why are all the men in my life trying to ruin our night together? Go find some other woman to disappoint, Balor! She's mine tonight," Becky scolded him. "Y/n, we should go to our room before these Jackasses get in the way."
Becky stood up, kissed Seth affectionately and grabbed her luggage. You followed her leave, grabbing your things and saying goodbye to Seth.
"What no goodbye kiss for me?" Finn hollered is you set off towards the elevator, cackling at the middle finger you were now responding with.
When you got to the room, Becky kicked her shoes off and dove onto a bed. You changed into a tank top and some leggings as she looked through the room service menu.
"I'm gonna get some lobster. What do you want?"
"Ooh very fancy. I'll have the same."
You spent the evening pigging out on fancy room service and making fun of terrible movies before eventually feeling too tired to stay awake and nodding off halfway through the second movie.
Just as you'd fallen asleep, you were awoken by a noise. You weren't sure what it was at first, it sounded kind of wet. Then you heard a soft moan coming from the bed next to you and you looked over to see a huge lump under the covers of Beckys bed. Groaning, you turned your bedside lamp on.
"Really guys? I'm trying to sleep here..." you protested.
"Oh shit, sorry y/n. I'll just go." a naked Seth peeked out from under the covers, his hair messy and his voice breathless.
"No, it's fine just... Give me your key card. I'll sleep in your room."
"Really? Sure, it's in my pants. Thanks y/n, you're the best." Seth said, before retreating back under the covers, much to the delight of a giggling Becky.
You hastily retrieved the key card (room 426) from his discarded pants and made your escape.
As you stormed down the hall to where Seth and Finn were staying, you muttered under your breath. You knew that Becky and Seth were a couple, but do they have no boundaries? You arrived at room 426 and knocked on the door. Despite having the key, you didn't want to just barge into the room unannounced.
A shirtless Finn opened the door. He blinked in surprise upon seeing you, before smiling cockily.
"I see you decided to take me up on my offer earlier," he purred, leaning coolly against the doorframe.
"No chance in hell. Seth and Becky are 'getting busy', and as close as we are, I REALLY don't wanna see her O face so... Seth said I could crash here. Sorry to disappoint you," you shoved past, struggling to keep your eyes off of his impressive torso.
"Alright but I should warn you... I sleep naked," Finn beamed at you, amused by the look of horror that crossed your face.
"Whatever just... You stay in your bed, I'll stay in mine and we should get through the night without me beating you to death!" you smiled sweetly back at him.
"Oh come on. I'm just messing with you," he chuckled, grabbing a towel from the wardrobe. "I'm gonna take a shower, TV remote is there. Make yourself at home."
Finn disappeared into the bathroom and shortly after, you heard the gushing of the shower. For a moment, you imagined the water cascading down Finn's abs and trickling down his body. Disgusted with yourself for imagining such things, you shook the thought from your mind and turned on the TV.
Eventually, Finn emerged from the shower, and you were surprised to see him wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. You stared at him for a moment, still confused.
"Is there a problem?" he asks, snapping you out of your stupor.
"No! Not at all... You're just such a playboy, I'm surprised you're wearing actual clothes and not a towel that's far too small for you," you challenged him, secretly disappointed by the reality.
"Contrary to what you might think about me, I'm not a sex pest. I may be cocky and full of myself, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to make you uncomfortable." annoyed, Finn collapsed into his bed, refusing to make eye contact with you.
"Finn... I'm sorry. I'm being a jerk. Honestly, thanks for letting me stay here. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Well... You can buy me pizza. I like pepperoni and stuffed crust please!" He grinned cheekily and you couldn't help but smile back at him.
"Pizza, for Mr Abs? What about all those carbs?" you teased him, picking up the menu from the desk.
"Well, you really upset me and now I'm eating my feelings," Finn pouted adorably at you, giggling when you threw a pillow at him.
You and Finn went back and forth teasing each other until the pizza arrived, when Finn jumped up excitedly and rushed to the door to collect it.
"Wanna watch a movie?" Finn asked, sitting at the end of his bed and tucking into his Pizza.
"Sure," you started flicking through the movie channels. "Oooh, Toy Story!"
You lay back, occasionally eyeing up Finns pizza. Your stomach gave you away and let out a thunderous growl, as you held a pillow over it, trying to muffle the sound.
"Do you want some?" Finn tempted you, patting an empty space on the bed next to him. Nodding enthusiastically, you accepted the invitation and grabbed a slice.
The room fell quiet apart from the sound of you and Finn happily tucking in to the pizza.
"So are you feeling any better?" Finn asked, grabbing another slice.
"Better? What do you mean?"
"Well you seemed angry earlier. It must be frustrating never getting to see Becky," Finn prompted, giving you a look of genuine sympathy. You were surprised that he had picked up on it. You usually had a bad attitude around him anyway, so it was impressive that he could tell you were more upset than usual.
"I was at first, but I get it. They're a couple, they wanna spend time together. If I had a boyfriend, I'd be the same, " you confessed.
"So what happened with that guy you were seeing?" Finn asked, the hint of a smile on his lips.
"Oh that didn't go anywhere. Wait, how did you know about that?"
"Oh... I guess... Becky might have mentioned it..." Finn stammered, unusually flustered.
"Becky didn't know..." you eyed him suspiciously. Finn paused, thinking for a moment before sighing.
"OK fine..." he shuffled nervously. "A couple of weeks ago, I was outside your locker room and I heard you on the phone to him."
"And why exactly were you lurking outside my locker room, Mr Balor?" you teased him, amused by this vulnerable version of Finn.
"Well, I was planning on asking you to dinner," he quickly reverted back to his usual, charismatic self.
Speechless and somewhat embarrassed, you grabbed another slice of pizza and continued watching the movie. You're cheeks felt hot, and you could still feel Finns eyes on you. But even so, you couldn't help but feel surprised by how comfortable you were around Finn.
After several minutes, you dared to glance back at him. The glance escalated, and soon you found yourself examining his features in great detail. He really was incredibly attractive. Your attention moved from his dark hair towards his mesmerising blue eyes, twinkling with delight as he watched the movie, down his strong cheekbones to where an adorable, boyish smile perfectly complimented the rest of his face. As he turned towards you and caught you staring, every instinct told you to avert your eyes, but you just couldn't.
His eyes locked onto yours, holding your gaze as you felt your heart rate increasing. He smirked, pleased with himself for having caught you staring at him. Unblinking, he looked you up and down, licking his lips seductively. Bashful, you turned away, not wanting him to see you blush. Finn reached out a hand to stroke your reddening cheek.
Your skin tingled, as you nuzzled against his hand. Finn let out a low, victorious chuckle and cupped your other cheek in his hand, turning it to face him. You stared at his lips for just a moment before closing the distance between your face and his, stopping just before his lips. You closed your eyes, smiled to yourself, and pressed your lips to his. It was gentle and nervous at first, but as your hunger for him grew, the kiss became more passionate. You let out a small moan when he gently nibbled your lower lip. He pulled away, breathless, eyeing you intensely.
"If this goes much further... I won't be able to stop myself. Are you OK with that?" Finn asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, never breaking eye contact. Finn smiled roguishly.
"Perfect." Finn grinned, tangling his fingers in your hair and devouring your lips, as you made a silent reminder to thank Seth and Becky
Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think, and if you want a part 2 at some point in the future 😊
Description: This is the first chapter of my new series of Finn Balor One Shots. Hope you enjoy!
You and your boyfriend Fergal have decided to get a kitten together, and Fergal might be even more excited than you are.
Paw Prinxe
The cars zoomed past on the other side of the highway. The sun was shining brightly and your boyfriend Fergal was happily drumming his fingers on the steering wheel along to the radio. You studied the excited smile on his face, which had been there since you told him he could get a cat.
"So have you got a name picked out yet?" you ask him, knowing full well that he'd had a list prepared for days.
"I'm thinking Loki for a boy. Or maybe Simba," he pondered, "and for a girl I've narrowed it down to either Mochi, Ruby or Willow. Oh, or Yuki."
You chuckled to yourself upon hearing him list off his choices. He'd been frantically googling cat names for days, asking every person you'd interacted with for suggestions, and he still hadn't made his mind up.
"Well we're nearly there. Better make up your mind soon."
You pulled up outside of the address you'd been given. As Fergal knocked on the front door, you reached into the back seat to get the pet carrier.
"Hey! You must be y/n and Fergal!"a kindly older lady opened the door and welcomed you both inside. "I'll show you to the kittens and you can pick whichever one you want."
She left you in a large lounge with 6 adorable kittens and one very proud mum.
"So how old are they?" you asked the lady
"Nine weeks today actually. There were 8 but 2 have left."
"Any health conditions the mother has we should know about?"
"Nope, she's in perfect health" the lady smiled.
You looked over from your conversation towards Fergal. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by kittens and grinning like an idiot.
He was playing with one using a mouse toy, while two others play fought in his lap. One had even climbed its way up his arm and perched itself on his shoulder. You had a horrible feeling that he wouldn't be able to pick just one.
After playing with the kittens for around 10 minutes, he walked up to you triumphantly holding a tiny white kitten with beautiful blue eyes.
"Yuki!" he beamed, holding the kitten out to you. She was very cute, and as you placed her into the pet carrier on the floor, one of the other kittens ran over and started clawing at the bars and meowing frantically.
"Those two are best friends. It's gonna be hard for them, being separated. You can take them both if you'd like," the lady piped in.
Fergal's gaze snapped towards you, with the largest, saddest puppy-dog eyes he could muster. How could you possibly say no?
"Fiiine!" you feigned annoyance, but you always knew you'd never be leaving here with just one kitten. "What are you going to name him?"
"Loki!" he beamed.
You thanked the lady and headed back to your car. You offered to drive home so that Fergal could sit in the back seat with the kittens.
On the way home, you stopped by a pet shop to get some supplies for the kittens. Knowing that you would regret this decision, you let Fergal go in while you stayed with the kittens. He returned to the car with bags full of supplies, treats and toys. These cats were going to be so spoiled.
After arriving home and placing the carrier in the floor, it took them a while before they set paw out of their hidey hole. Fergal just wanted to play with the kittens and sulked on the sofa when you told him to leave them alone until they were settled.
Eventually, they started to explore your house, diving onto surfaces and crawling into hidey holes. Fergal sat on the floor, trying to tempt them over to him with treats, pouting when they jumped off of him to explore some more.
He reached into one of the bags and pulled out a laser pen, moving it around frantically trying to get the kittens attention. Both of the kittens started chasing the red dot, wiggling their hind legs playful and jumping at it whenever it stayed till for long enough.
He focused the beam onto your legs, smirking mischievously at you as two tiny kittens dove at you, clinging to your legs, Yuki's claws getting stuck in the process. She looked up at you and let out a tiny mew. You unhooked her claw and lifted her up, placing a soft kiss on her head before putting her back down and watching Fergal playfully chase them around the floor.
After an entire night of playing with the kittens, you and Fergal cuddled up on the sofa to watch a movie, a very sleepy Yuki and Loki on each of your laps. The purring of the kittens was very relaxing, and by the end of the movie Fergal had nodded off on the seat next to you.
"Baby," you gently shook him awake. "Let's go to bed. OK?"
Fergal groaned and sleepily opened his eyes. As he dragged himself off the sofa and up to bed, you filled bowls with food and water for the kittens. You looked around for them to bring them their food, but they were nowhere to be seen.
Smiling, you sighed to yourself and carried the cat bowls up to your bedroom.
Fergal had already fallen soundly asleep. He was smiling softly and cuddling both of the kittens to his chest. You laughed to yourself, shaking your head and placing the cat bowls on the floor. You climbed into bed next to him, kissing his forehead gently and laying next to him. What an adorable softy your handsome prinxe was.
Warnings: Mature to explicit as the story goes on.
Description: After moving to the USA from England to start her career as an NXT superstar, Ciara gets to meet her long time crush, NXT champion Finn Balor. It's clear the pair have chemistry, but when tensions start to rise, will they find they want more than a no strings attached relationship?
So this is the first piece of fanfic I have written literally ever. I will be posting them here periodically, but I already have 6 chapters out on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.
This series will involve romance, drama and (although it will take a little while) some smutt too. Hope you enjoy it! 😊
Chapter 3: Teasing the Prince
My taxi pulled up outside the hotel the orientation party was being held at, and I made my way inside. The hotel was beautifully decorated, definitely out of my price range but WWE has money to spare I guess.
Upon entering the bar, I immediately recognised most of the people there. Superstars from Raw, Smackdown and NXT, as well as coaches and backstage crew sat in their own groups, engaged in various conversations. It was incredibly intimidating to an outsider. After trying and failing to insert myself into different crowds, I ordered a glass of water from the bar and took a seat at an inconspicuous table in the corner of the room.
I tried several times to abandon my comfort spot and introduce myself to my colleagues, but lost my nerve everytime. After half an hour of sheepishly sipping my water, I was startled out of my haze by the sound of a glass being placed on my table.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare ya," came a smooth, Irish accent.
I knew Finn would be here of course, but I'd specifically avoided seeking him out. I certainly didn't expect him to approach me after I made such a mess of our first interaction. And yet...
"It's fine," I chuckled, nervously. "I was just in a world of my own. Sorry"
"No offense meant, but you look like you're shittin' yourself."
"Well everyone is already in their own groups. It's like high school all over again"
Chuckling, Finn slid the glass over to me, "This should help. It's vodka."
I hadn't intended to drink tonight, but that intoxicating smile was hard to resist, and it would be rude to turn down a gift after all.
"I'm Fergal. Your name was Ciara, right?"
Hearing him use his real name made this conversation feel much more personal somehow. The way he said mine sent tingles down my spine. Speechless, I nodded.
"That's an Irish name. Do you have any Irish in ya?"
"I don't," I confessed.
"Well, would you like some?"
At this I choked slightly. Not daring to look at his smirking face, I tried to regain my composure.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself," he giggled, mischievously.
"Has that line ever worked?"
"No, never. Usually I just flash the abs and the rest is history."
"Right, right, because you're just SO irresistible," I teased, rolling my eyes slightly.
"Well... You couldn't seem to take your eyes off of me earlier today, so I guess I must be doing something right." He'd stopped laughing and leaned in closer, now staring intensely into my eyes. Every instinct in my body was telling me to break eye contact, but at this point the alcohol was starting to kick in and my nerves were unusually steeled.
"The only way you could possibly know that is if you were watching me too," I smiled sweetly, feeling proud of my retort, though internally my heart was racing.
To my delight, he seemed surprised by my new, unabashed attitude. Looking down at the table, he smiled coyly. I swear I detected the hint of a blush as he bit his lower lip and leaned back in his chair.
"So how long have you been wrestling?" he asked, clearly wanting to change the subject.
"About 6 years. Started in the indies before I worked for Progress."
"So did you try out or get scouted?"
"Scouted. I thought they'd got the wrong girl at first. There were so many other more talented women there. I don't really know why I stood out and they didn't."
Noticing my dejected tone of voice and my eyes glassing over, Fergal placed a kind hand over mine and softened his tone.
"Those scouts have a real eye for talent. You really should believe in yourself more. Even Paul seems impressed with you. That's not something to take lightly love."
He had this peculiar way of being able to make me feel so anxious and unsure of myself one minute, yet completely calm the next. My heart was doing backflips from the warm, tender touch of his fingers, which were currently tracing pleasant patterns on the back of my hand.
We sat like that in silence for a moment, before he cleared his throat and left to get us more drinks.
I wasn't waiting long before I heard a voice I recognised calling my name.
"Ciara? When did you get here?"
"Saraya!" I screamed, excitedly standing to give her a hug.
"Did they FINALLY sign you?" she asked. I nodded in response, and she playfully slapped my arm. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I guess I didn't wanna jinx it until I got here."
"Oh my god I'm so happy for you! It's gonna be like old times!"
Fergal returned with our drinks and nodded politely at Saraya.
There was something about the way she looked at him, or rather, the way she glared at him. I sensed some animosity there. As Saraya and I had a catch-up, she would break eye contact with me now and then to throw a scowl towards Fergal, and whenever she did, he'd respond with a smug grin, clearly amused at how much his presence was bothering her.
"So Fergal," Saraya started, "how are things going with Elayna. Oh wait, Ashley wasn't it. Or was it Steffanie... Aw damn, I can never keep track of who you're seeing..."
Fergal smiled wickedly and took a sip of his beer before responding.
"You know damn well who I'm seeing, and you also know how it's going. So why don't you cut the crap and tell me why you're still here."
"Hey, I'm just looking out for my girl here," she placed an arm around my shoulder, "wouldn't want her getting hurt."
Satisfied that she had pissed him off, Saraya grabbed her purse. She gave me a goodbye hug and flashed one last death stare at Fergal before making her leave.
I left Fergal to stew in his own frustrations for a few minutes, taking the opportunity to buy us both a drink.
"Are you OK?" I asked, setting the beer down in front of him. Upon my return, he quickly removed the scowl on his face, returning to the cocky smile he had on earlier in the evening. It was as simple to him as putting on a mask.
"I'm marvelous love," he winked, continuing the conversation as if nothing had happened, "so whereabouts in England are ya from?"
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A/N - Hey guys! I found this chapter really hard to write, because it's the first proper interaction you get with Finn and I wanted to do him justice. I hope I managed to. Anyway I'm back at work now so will update when I can. Really enjoying writing this and hope you enjoy reading! 😊
