1) I Can’t Even Describe The Noises I Make When I Read A Part Where He’s Being All Sweet And Adorable.

This was so cute holy fuck. I can completely imagine Tim being just a sweetheart gentleman like this. Something about the crazy guys in the ring being the kindest outside of it? And god the tropes were amazingly done. Love it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

What Are You Doing New Years Eve?

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rated M for Mature

Then there was one bed? Friends to lovers? Kissing at midnight on New Years? This fic has it all.

I take requests if you like it here’s a Prompt List!

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Well this is not how I assumed I would be spending New Years.  Sitting in the lobby I was checking my phone, no new text messages but a voicemail. Originally I was supposed to be spending New Years with my boyfriend. I hadn’t heard from him all day and it was probably my outrageous schedule that was getting to him.

“Hey I didn’t want to do this on the phone but…”

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I am working on a one-shot for the Demon King right now! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in it! Otherwise, I'll just tag the people who are on my Dangerous Game taglist! You can let me know by either replying to this post or sending me an ask!

Seth is such a little shit but DAMN he’s the ultimate bro in this story. I have to agree that it’s so intimate when someone who typically calls you by nicknames or your last name uses your first name. And both those car conversations are making me melt! This one’s definitely a favorite.

When You Say His Name | Elias Samson

Title: When You Say His Name

Pairing: Elias/Reader

Summary: Taking this straight from the very first line of the fic - 

“Does anyone else find it attractive when someone you really like just… says your name?”

Word Count: 6,229

A/N: This is just one big bag of fluff, mixed with some anxiousness, embarrassment and nosy friends. I got the idea from THIS POST.

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God you are such a good fucking writer. This story was so sweet, and hot, and a little terrifying at a couple spots. Also, I love having Bray as the weird coworker who STILL talks like that for some reason 😂

Careful

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Roman Reigns/Female Reader

Rating: M

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1) There’s always a fan around. Also, Britt is way too happy to not have hoped/planned for this to happen.

2) Oh my god, Britt and the Elite are all such little shits. I can’t stop laughing.

3) Even Mox is giving her shit, I love this so fucking much.

4) Britt is like Amy Poehler in Mean Girls with the pictures.

5) Wait did the pregnancy blanket work????

6) OH YM GOD IT DID HOLY FUCK

7) I knew he wasn’t gonna be upset, but hoo boy did I get worried there for a second. His happiness was so cute, though.

Southern Sweet - Pt. 3

Author’s Note: This will be the last part! Thanks to everyone for reading and commenting <3

Pairing: Adam Page x OC

Warnings: Fluffiness,implied sexiness

Tag List: @allsnarkandsarcasm @vonschweetz @robwiethoff @heelsamizayn

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THIS WAS CUTE AS FUCK OH MY GOD

departures

Finn Balor x Reader

content warning: just a lil airport romance if thats your sort of thing

summary: you just needed to stay awake until your connecting flight

With a small sigh, you collapsed into a less than comfortable seat, facing out towards the tarmac. You gripped a cheap styrofoam cup filled with fast food restaurant coffee like it was the last thing that separated you from delirium. Planes landed and planes took off. People came and people left.

The gate was almost completely desolate. A man in a suit was sleeping a few seats away from you, his newspaper neatly resting against his chest. For a moment, you wondered if he had the right idea.

But you couldn’t sleep. You could rest your eyes once you were back on the plane. You plugged your charger into the wall outlet and opened your laptop, pressing “play” on whatever episode of whatever baking show you had last watched.

You felt your eyes grow heavier and heavier as you tried to reason with your internal clock. Maybe you could close your eyes for just a few minutes. Maybe you could even set an alarm, take a half hour nap. You had at least an hour left of your layover so what’s thirty minutes of sleep while you wait?

Before you knew it you were waking up to the sensation of someone gently nudging your arm. You sat upright in a panic, assuming you had missed the boarding for your flight but, when you looked around, the gate was still nearly devoid of people. In front of you, however, stood a man with cropped brown hair, a beard and eyes that seemed concerned that he may have sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Sorry.” He spoke softly but you could catch a hint of an accent in spite of his volume. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering if I could plug my phone into this outlet.”

He pointed towards the sockets in question and you realized your laptop charger had consumed both available openings.

“Shit, yeah. Sorry about that.”

You leaned over and, in a less than graceful fashion, balancing your laptop on your legs, you pulled your charger free and relocated it so it was taking up less room.

“Thanks. This flight is going to be hours and I’d rather not end up without my phone.” A little laugh followed his words, causing you to smile a sleepy sort of grin. “I really didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I needed a wake up call anyways.”

The man sat on the ground where his phone charged, his legs criss crossed, his arms stretched out behind him. He looked out the windows towards the planes, his cold blue eyes almost wistful as he followed the winged metal tubes as they ascended into the sky and descended towards the ground.

The silence was strangely peaceful as you looked on in the same direction as him. A sense of calm awakeness filled the air as you got used to your new neighbor.

“So, where are you going?” You asked.

It took him a moment to register your voice in his head and you worried that maybe he wasn’t waiting for more conversation.

“Uh, I’m headed to Dublin for a little vacation.”

“Oh! Were you on the flight from Miami?”

His eyes lit up as if that flight hadn’t been filled with hundreds of passengers.

“Yeah! That turbulence at the end. I thought we were going down.”

He laughed again as he looked at his feet and you felt your heart flutter slightly. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the jet lag but there was something about the way his smile lingered on his face, as if he were still replaying his words in his head, that threatened to make you feel like a blushing schoolgirl.

He looked up to you, his eyes studying you before he finally spoke.

“So are you headed to Dublin too?”

You nodded. “For a week.”

“Anything special planned?”

“Uh, well, I’ve got family out there that I haven’t seen since I was young.”

You had planned this trip for a year and, while it was partially to see the relatives you had been separated from for so long, you had also hoped to do some sort of soul searching. Life back in Florida had become something akin to a mess and you felt it was time for a hard reset.

You looked at him and he looked up at you. A small grin crossed his face, his eyes turning into slivers behind his cheeks. A hot blush burned over your cheeks as you looked away.

“I’m Finn, by the way.”

He held out his hand to you and you shook it. A spark danced over your skin and you hoped he felt it too. When his eyes ran down your arm to where your palms met you thought maybe he had.

“It’s nice to meet you, Finn.”

He held on for just a moment too long before drawing his arm back in and shaking his head.

“Sorry, I feel bad that I’ve kind of intruded on your morning.”

He moved to stand and your brain panicked, suddenly desperate to keep him by your side.

“Oh, no!” You placed your hand on his shoulder, a warm smile greeting his suddenly shy face. “You’re fine. I’m enjoying your company. It’s keeping me awake, which is more than I can say for this coffee.”

“You sure? I can sit somewhere else while I wait.”

“I promise. If you annoy me I’ll tell you.”

He paused as if he had to think hard about your words before sitting back down.

“Here,” you slid over a seat, dragging your laptop’s charging cord with you. “I’ll even let you have a seat of your own. God only knows what’s been on these floors.”

Finn sat himself down as if he were experiencing chairs for the first time. The sun was beginning to rise past the horizon and a ray caught onto his face, illuminating his features, the way his beard moved as he dragged his fingers through it nervously.

He then turned to you, a warm expression drifting over his face.

“What’re you watching?” He pointed to your laptop, the screen dim now but still vaguely discernible.

“I’m not sure. I fell asleep on the plane and woke up to this baking competition.” You traced your finger down the side of your laptop, unsure what to say next. “Would you… would you want to watch with me? We still have time before boarding is supposed to begin.”

He hesitated before nodding slowly, as though he wasn’t aware what the correct answer was.

And so that’s exactly what you did. You played the episode and he laughed at the dramatic editing and you thought about how he smelled like September leaves and crisp air and that feeling you get when you walk inside after a cold day.

Eventually, much to your embarrassment, you felt that same gentle hand nudging you awake.

You had fallen asleep on his shoulder and when you woke the gate was brimming with patiently waiting passengers, ready to board. You squinted past the rays of sun that had risen up past the horizon and the skyline. When you turned to Finn you saw him looking down at you, an amused grin on his face.

“Good morning.” He chimed

“Sorry.” You replied sheepishly. “Guess I had that on on the plane for a reason.”

The flight attendant announced the first boarding class and you quickly took your laptop back, coiling the charging cord up into a neat circle. Finn took his phone and stood, stretching his arms over his head. As he returned to a normal posture he held a hand out to you, helping you from your seat.

“So, I don’t know if you’ll have a lot of time but I’d be happy to show you around while you’re over in Dublin.” He offered, his hands shoved into his pockets and his shoulders lifted towards his ears.

You considered his words carefully. You had only just met him but something drew you closer and closer with every passing moment. And so you nodded, agreeing to the suggestion.

They called the next class to board and Finn grabbed his belongings. Before taking the first step towards the boarding area, he faced you, his body close enough for you to feel his aura prickling your skin.

“It was nice to meet you.” He spoke quietly.

“I hope I’ll see you again.”

He gave your arm a quick squeeze before finally beginning to walk away. Something stopped him though. He paused in his tracks and stood still before turning back to you.

“I don’t think I got your name.” He called out.

“I’ll tell you when the plane lands.”

1) Demon Finn as the header gif? Promising.

2) How did Bray even know she had Carman inside her? Only like 2 people knew until a few days ago?

3) Jesus Christ Bray, what the fuck are you doing to her?

4) I guess that’s one way to find out just how many people actually care about you. Sounds like half the company is coming to help get her back. Granted, it also might just be people who want to hurt Bray, but still.

5) IS HE POURING HER BLOOD ON FINN’S HEAD??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

6) Of course Balor won, no one takes his Agra from him.

7) Sensual magic? Boy, we both know you could just call it sex magic and it’d be a touch more accurate.

Devil In Me Part 4 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me Part 4 (Part 3)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary: “You were s'posed to fuckin’ protect her, ya Irish, Demonic piece'a shit!”

Word Count: 4,459

Warning: Talk of blood - slight torture, also a bit of violence

Tags: @rebelfleur22 | @xfirespritex | @blondekel77 | @abschaffer2 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @megnog | @kitkat8 | @onebigfangirlworld | @fanfic-fanfic-everywhere | @boundtomyfate | @georgiadean37 | @nickysmum1909 | @superrezzy00 | @florenceivy | @leteverythingexist | @sunflowers-and-swear-words | @ittybittywriter | @ellothelongwaydown | @xxmaddhatter39xx

A/N: Hi guys, like I said before, this series is going to come to a halt for a little bit, but I WILL start it back up! I just want to spend time on other fics apart from this series that takes a LOT of thought and time! I hope you all enjoy this installment and what I put out in the coming weeks <3

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😭😭😭I love this so muuuuuuch! Obliviousness in the face of blatant flirting is such a fun trope, along with the casual conversation that suddenly turns into how you get turned on by or wanna fuck someone. Also, I’m always a sucker for “I wanna do something stupid” “please say I’m something stupid”. This was so fluffy and sweet and just so good!

Smoke

My second entry for theme #1 in the @12daysofchristmas​ challenge! This one is also my birthday gift to my very, very dear @adampage​. Emi, you mean the whole world to me and words cannot express just how grateful I am for your always being there for me. I hope you’ve had the happiest of birthdays, and also that this puts a smile on your face.

Title: Smoke Fandom/Characters: AEW (Hangman) Adam Page x OFC (but not really OC bc it’s Emi) Warnings: Alcohol use, hints of smut Word Count: 4,665 Summary: Put one in my hand, her on my lips. Man, that’s as good as it gets. Theme: #1, Bonfire Recommended Listening: “Smoke” by A Thousand Horses Notes: This fic isn’t very Christmassy, but it is autumn-y?

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FUUUUUUUUUCK THIS IS HOT AND I LOVE AND AGREE WITH ALL OF IT.

Appropriate song mentioned at the top is appropriate.

Mox head cannons! NSFW or fluff whatever you want girl! :P

OH HELL. You guys are actively TRYING to make my inner whore leap out now. Okay, here we go. I love you for this, by the way.

18+ only. I know what a whore I am when it comes to Mox or Hangy. So I do not trust myself to keep this squeaky clean, not tonight on this tuesday, with WAP at my disposal on spotify. 

TAG SQUAD: @kyleoreillysknee  @rampagewriting  @writertoo18 @thatnerdwriter @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure @chasingeverybreakingwave @unabashedwrestlefics | @cabotcoves | @heelsamizayn | @missjenniferb | @adampage | @cowboyshit | 

┎  Mox in a word... Dominant. A man on the prowl and you’re his next target. Motherfucker is smooth too, you won’t see it coming when he sets his sights on you. And you can try to resist, but it’s like they say about Vegas.. The house always wins. Mox will get you to himself. And you will love it.

┎ Loves to hold your hands above your head. Long and slow drives deeeeep into your pussy. Only after he’s got you absolutely dripping and screaming for it, of course. He’s not into quick fucks if he really wants someone. The more time he takes with you in bed, the more you know he gives a damn. Because he’s not the best at actually saying it a lot of the time.

┎  J E A L O U S AND P R O T E C T I V E as fuck. Let another guy even look at you the wrong way. That fight mode kicks in and he’s there behind you, literally out of nowhere. “Fuck outta here, she’s got a real man already. And guess what? It ain’t you.” 

-- On this tangent, if he really loves you, there is NOTHING he won’t do to make himself look like the best version of himself in your eyes. He genuinely wants to be a better man. He’d die a thousand slow and painful deaths before admitting you have that kind of power over him, but there it is. 

┎  He doesn’t dance. Unless he’s drunk. And then it’s groping, mouth filled, swaying until your back hits the wall and your legs wind up wrapped tight around his hips. And naturally, the focus strays from his rare sweet and goofy moment to the fact that he can feel you soaking through your panties when he covertly slips his hand up your skirt or down your pants to cop himself a feel and watch your eyes cloud with lust as your head falls back and you both struggle for breath and somehow manage to moan his name.

┎ Very into blindfolds. And hot/cold play. Especially cold play. He’s pushed an ice cube almost painfully slow over your entire body with his tongue before. And we’re not even talking about the ‘mint before oral’ trick. Because goddamn. Goddamn. 

-- on that tangent. while he might not be as messy as others are at oral.. He knows exactly what he’s doing and he fucking prides himself on it. He knows how to angle your body so that his tongue damn near causes your eyes to roll back in your skull every single time he takes a lick. He’s also a self competitor.. He got you off three times last time? you’re going to four, if he has to tie your hands. He’s not stopping until you’re shaking and dripping. 

-- additionally, his favorite place to leave marks are your pelvic mound and along the insides of your thighs and holy fuck... man bites down. Not enough to really hurt but enough that when you rub your thighs together while moving for the next few days you feel this dull little ache and remember exactly why.

┎  Oh.. He’s packing. And he knows it. And he knows you’re very well of it. Has no shame in grabbing his cock and winking at you when he’s in a mood. The next thing you know, you’re being hauled up over broad shoulders and carried out. Because while he’s not ashamed at all of anything he does, he holds a certain regard for what happens in the bedroom staying in the bedroom.

┎ “Look at you, grindin against my thigh. Goddamn, kitten. I can feel you soakin my jeans right now.” - he absolutely LOVES having his thighs ridden.

┎  Loves, loves, loves pain. The rougher you are with him, the better. He’s growling and biting at you and grabbimg your hips and SLAMMING you down on his cock repeatedly until your seeing stars.

-- if you’re not into pain though, he will stop himself from hurting you. because he’s secretly a bit of a softie and that’s no dice for him.

I’ve never really been a huge fan of Big Cass, but holy shit that was insanely hot goddamn. I’m also just a massive sucker for friends that are oblivious for years until something just pushes one of them to say something. Thank you for writing this!

Satisfaction

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Big Cass/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Tagging @tox-moxley and of course @hardcorewwetrash as is my custom! And! I’m thankful for all of YOU! I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. Enjoy!

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