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Til The End (Finn Balor) One Shot

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Characters: Finn Balor X Reader

Summary: When Daddy Finn comes out to play? You submit. You oblige. You say yes, sir. You give Daddy what he wants.

Notes: This is from a request prompt from @yourr-anger-your-anchor  I know this took me a while to get out for you, but Finn’s match tonight inspired this! I hope you all enjoy my depiction of Daddy Finn. He just wants you to say yes Daddy!

Warnings: MAJOR smut. All smut. 97% smut. Daddy Finn. Daddy kink. Anal sex. Dominance. Biting. Light fluff.

Word Count: 1.4k

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Dance with the Devil

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: Smut, Drama and idk what this shit is

Summary: It’s dancing night, down in the Bronx, and there’s only room for two. The nights never end, nor do the sights. It’s a free show for all, a delight for those who haven’t seen it yet and a guilty pleasure for those who have. For, it’s a battle for the two devils, and a game for all those in their paths.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Dom/sub undertones, spanking, brat taming (?), Daddy kink

Note: Dedicated to @spellboundsangria , my wife I guess :) 

The Bronx does NOT refer to the actual place in the United States. It’s the name of the club they’re at.

It starts with a simple touch, a casual tap to the shoulder. There’s a lull in conversation at that very moment, and you let your eyes drift upward, locking with his.

There’s an otherworldly beauty to him that makes the stars dim in comparison, that makes even the darkest of the days brighten up. They say he’s inhuman, that he’s like a Godsend on earth, but very few know the truth.

And neither do you.

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Rebound

Genre: smut, kinda fluffy maybe? Warnings: blackmail, daddy kink, uh I think that’s it REBOUND

“c'mon, dan, you haven’t gotten laid in months, you need to get over Jason, and moving on begins with having sex with strangers. Safe sex of course” I stare blankly at pj from my place in the crevice of my couch. “Are you done now?” He sighs, “yes,” “good” I turn back to my computer only to have it snatched away from me. Looking up, I see pj running down the hallway into my bathroom, shutting and locking the door. I run after him, stopping to knock at the door, “I’m already over him! What are you gonna do with my computer anyway?” “Yeah ok and that’s why you haven’t even gotten out of this damned apartment after the hour of 7? Sure. And my dear dear Danny, remember that video you accidentally sent me that you meant to send to Jason? You know, the one of you fingering yourself? No?” My hands clam up and my jaw tightens, he wouldn’t. “Well I do, and it just so happens that I kept it cause I knew I’d need to black mail you sooner or later, and you see, the only thing I don’t have is your mom’s email, which is conveniently on this computer. So what do you say Danny? Mom watches a video of you with your fingers up your ass moaning ‘daddy’ or you go out and have someone put their fingers up your ass while you moan ‘daddy’?” My fists clenched, throat tight with anxiety, I knew what the clear choice was, “ok, asshole, come pick out what I’m wearing, I’m not putting in any extra work” I hear a grunt of joy and then the door flings open to reveal a smiling pj.

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I nervously walk into the vibrantly colored gay club, my jeans are too tight and my dick feels like it’s suffocating in its confines. I turn towards pj only to find that he is no longer next to me, or even around me for that matter. Whatever, I’ll just sit at the bar and wait until he’s had his fun. Walking up to bar, I take a seat and my eyes catch with the most vibrant blue I’ve ever seen. Wow, ok this guy is so hot, Jesus, he comes up to me and I don’t know what I was expecting but “what can I get you to drink, sir?” was not it, until I realized, to my embarrassment, that he was behind the bar because he’s a bartender. Obviously. And now I’d been staring at him for a solid 10 seconds and he was giving me a weird look, “uh sorry, I’ll just have a sprite please” he nodded and then handed my drink over to me, “anything else?” ‘Your number??? A good fuck??’ He laughs and it’s only then that I realize I had spoken out loud, “oh god that’s so embarrassing I’m sorry that wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth” “hm. Well my break is in five minutes and I figure I can find something else to put in your mouth. How’s that sound, baby boy?” A whimper makes it way past my lips and I nod, watching him smirk and quickly turn away. I tap at the counter and bounce my foot nervously for what feels like an hour before I feel a possessive dominant hand on my lower back, pushing me off the bar stool and sending a shiver down my spine. “C'mon, darling” I let him lead me out a door and into a hallway, past several other doors until we finally stopped at one and he pushed it open to reveal a bedroom, and I turn to him curiously, “it’s a strip club baby, they’re called private rooms” I nod and he comes closer to me, and I’m lost in his eyes again, before he pushes me up against the wall and kisses at my neck. “Oh god” I moan, “so easy to get worked up, look at you, already hard in your pants” I nod feverishly into his shoulder, hands gripping his shirt in tight fists. “I’m d-dan” I gasp out through moans as he continues to mark my neck, “phil, you’ll have that name memorized by the time we’re done here, angel” I tug at his shirt and before I know it we’re on the bed, naked bodies slick with sweat, pressed together and I’m begging him, “please , please phil please touch me” he reaches over to grab a bottle of lube and a condom from the bed side table and I hear the cap popping open before I feel a cool, smooth finger probing my entrance, “yes god, yes daddy please put it in” it takes a moment for me to register what I’d said before I’m blushing and phil is letting out a loud moan, “god call me that again that’s so hot baby, daddy loves when you beg for his fingers in your hot, tight hole” the first finger burns but I’m quickly asking for another and another and we’re both moaning and then he hits my prostate, and I’m screaming “DADDY! Daddy daddy please im ready please please fill me up with your nice cock daddy I need it please” burying his face in my neck, I whimper when his fingers leave me to prep himself and then I feel his tip at my entrance, “you ready?” His whispers in my ear and it’s so soft and caring I almost forget that I don’t know anything about him, almost forget that all he wants is my body “yes, phil please” he enters me slowly, carefully, gently and it’s uncomfortable but once he’s bottomed out, he stops and the burn subsides, leaving a flaming pleasure. “Move move please I can take it” his first thrust is soft and slow but I’m begging and eventually the pace is quick and unrelenting, his hand grips tight enough for his knuckles to turn white around the headboard and I’m clinging to him and pushing back on his every thrust “god baby doing so well for me, taking my cock so well, you’re so tight baby doll” the praise sends shocks through me, bringing me to the edge, “I’m close so close daddy phil please can I cum please let me cum I’ll be so good” he moans, raw and untamed, “god you’re perfect. cum, cum for me without even touching yourself, such a perfectly good little boy cumming from just my cock, I’m close” I cum all over our stomachs, my muscles tensing and hole clenching around his cock, sending him over the edge with me, until his shallowly moving inside me, our breaths still out of control, and then he’s rolling off me “god you were perfect” I blush at his statement, “you were too” with a sigh, he pulls me back into his chest, effectively squishing my face into his neck. And I think, maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t such a bad idea. I’ll have to thank pj later.

You are busy at work, cataloging the last inputs; ready to call it a day when your fiance walks in to your office.”Finn, what are you doing here?” You ask as you approach him for a kiss.”Just stopping by to check up on you since I couldn’t go to the performance center today.” He leaned down; pecking your lips.”Why couldn’t you go? Are you coming down with something?” You place your palm against his forehead; his temperature stable. Without warning, Finn lifts up his shirt revealing long, red scratch marks on his back.”Someone was a little rough last night.”

nickysmum1909  asked:

Can I please have #169 with Finn?

“What a pretty sight”
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The tension was enough to make your head rocket off of your shoulders. You had to walk away as if you weren’t affected. As if his presence wasn’t suffocating. He knew exactly what he did to you, but never acted. He never took that extra step. He pulled you along with an invisible string jerking you around for his own amusement.

You should hate him. You should resent him for the relentless teasing, but you couldn’t. The lust you held for the man was as deep rooted as your distaste.

You had just turned into your locker room hearing Finn’s music playing after his victory. He would find you to rub it in your face. He would do whatever he could to rile you up.

You huffed out a long breath peeling out of your ring gear and hitting the showers.

The feel of the brazen hot water sinking into your scalp and down your back was refreshing, but the tension swirling between your legs begged for attention. You grabbed for your body wash, lathering it all over your body. Your hands giving your breasts extra attention. Two fingers pinching your nipple, a soft gasp echoing about the walls.

Finn was still sweating entering into the back. His hand rubbing the back of his neck smirking at his fellow superstars who passed him by, patting him on the back or giving encouraging words.

He didn’t care about them though. He had one woman on his mind. He had to find her while his ego was high from his win.

Turning down the hallway he saw the woman’s locker room door creaked open, but no one in the immediate room. Stepping in he picked up the sound of the shower running in the next room. Closing the door he smirked, walking to showers. It was filling rapidly with a musk steam.

“Finn..” Your voice moaned out, working a finger over your clit. Your back was using the wall as leverage.

Finn was smiling, grinning even. ‘This couldn’t be the first time she’s done this’ he thought to himself watching your hand glide in desperate need for a release. He bit his lip watching the hot water splash over your naked form.

“Such a fucking bastard” You growled rubbing harder and sinking two fingers deep into your pussy, pumping in and out as if it was his cock fucking you into submission.

Taking a few steps back Finn took off his own ring gear. ‘I’ll show her what a real bastard I can be’. He licked his lips, pumping his cock. It was finally going to happen. The lust was too much. He was going to take her.

“What a pretty sight” Finn’s voice made you jump, but you couldn’t escape or get away as he pinned you to the wall. “About time I get to see how much that pussy wants me to fill it”

The shock you were still registering as foggy as the damp air. He pulled your hands away from your body.

“Time for what you’ve been wanting” He pressed forward capturing your lips in a forceful embrace. His hands possessing your hips to hoist you up the wall. Your legs hooking onto his hips.

“Take it all” He growled between your kisses lining up with your entrance to thrust up and consume your core. “I always knew I would get to fuck ya” He pulled back to speak. “Fuckin’ took too long”

The thrill of being in the women’s locker room added to it for the both of you. You could be caught at any moment. In a way, you knew that was exactly what Finn wanted.

Kenny Omega NSFW alphabet preview

Hey everyone! I was supposed to have gotten this done by now but things have gotten insanely crazy and hectic in my life. I haven’t had the time to really sit down to rest, much less write :( I did, however, manage to get letters A and B done… so I decided what the heck, i’ll post it. Hopefully I can finish this within the next month or so if there’s interest! Consider this a preview? or at least some writing I didn’t want to go to waste .//. 

Feel free to leave input, it always means a lot!

So without further a do:

NSFW alphabet (Kenny Omega)

Originally posted by leelakoiwolff


A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kenny is a simple guy. Hes also perpetually clumsy and awkward and occasionally that shines through here. Sometimes he’s smooth. He’ll gently slide himself out of you, his massive frame a shadow over you before immediately walking over to the bathroom to grab something to clean you up with. Other times? … He can be a little forgetful. He might lay down entirely spent, forgetting for a bit that you’re on your back helpless, a large pool of his warm cum running off the sides of your abdomen. You’d have to clear your throat to remind him you need a little help. But fear not! He’ll always be insanely apologetic and crack a lewd joke through a smirking smile as he rushes to help. No matter which outcome, though, you can bet he’d always lay around to cuddle and talk after (sometimes to your dismay because those muscles generate enough heat to make the poor thing a furnace). Something about his last match tweaking his shoulder or maybe the newest game that just came out that he’s excited about. Whatever comes to mind, he’ll say- conversation is just always so easy. You only wish it was more physically comfortable to relish in, though. Whoever said curling up to a body that muscular was pleasant or cozy was absolutely lying.


 You sigh softly as you crawl to the pillow side of the bed, his hooded blue eyes beckoning you. He pulls up the sheets to cover your naked body as you squeeze in to lay in his left arm that he’d left extended out for you. “I’m heading to the game station later tonight to meet some buddies. The new Tekken machines just came out and apparently i’m even on one of the loading screens!” You look up at him, his face glowing with innocent glee. “Would you care to come along? I could even teach you if you’d like… and… well i’d love for you to meet them all…”


Originally posted by georgina019


B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself is probably his arms, those puppies are his pride and joy. Ever since NJPW let him transition to heavyweight he was ecstatic to be able to work his ass off and bulk into the giant wall he’s become, constantly taking any chance to flex at the camera. Whether it be at a show or on a Q and A livestream, he sees a camera and the little egomaniac in him flexes- he also loves pumping up to make sure his thick veins are showing up nice and clear in the shot. His favorite body part on you though? That has to be your chest. He’s a handsy little thing, too. He loves when you wear anything with a plunging neckline, whether it be a v neck, a silky sundress or just cut up merch of his. He always shamelessly tells you how much he loves how your cleavage spills out of all of those too tight dresses you own- especially when they’re spilling out because he’s thrown you on your back and peeled the taut fabric hastily down. His mouth really is just so quick to find purchase, his hands bruisingly squeezing as much as you’ll allow.

“Kenny dinner’s almost ready!” you yell out into your small apartment from the kitchen, attempting to be heard over the buttons he’s smacking on his fightstick. The loud clicking suddenly stops as a loud ‘you lose’ echos. You hear a few more taps before the familiar game menu music begins to play again- you assume he didn’t hear you and begin again. “Ken -NY!” His calloused hands catch you off guard as they firmly snake around your waist. “How did I get so lucky?” He mumbles into the crook of your neck, his beard softly scratching at your sensitive skin. “You’re just so beautiful…” He begins, his voice trailing as his hands slowly wander underneath the hem of your top. You tense as his his rough hands slide up your soft belly…higher…higher…until both gently cup your breasts. He inhales your scent, his lips still plump and open against your neck as he gives a firm squeeze, using them to push your body back against him. “…everything about you is just so beautiful…”

Originally posted by leelakoiwolff

This is only the beginning…

anonymous asked:

may I please request the hosts helping their s/o through a bad panic attack?

Headcanons || Fluff + TW: Anxiety/Panic Attacks

A/N: Click here if you need images to help with anxiety and here to help get through any attacks. Stay strong, please know that everything will be okay.


Tamaki: His eyes would widen and he’d immediately run to you, asking you what was wrong but when you began to hyperventilate, he’d make sure you were breathing properly and ask you to stay with him—if the other Hosts were around him, he’d order one to get a medic right away and he’d hold onto you, your face snuggled in his chest as he tries to calm you down by giving you forehead kisses and telling you that things were going to be okay.

Kyoya: He’d drop his notebook and pen, not caring where it went as he goes to your rescue, placing his palms on your shoulders as he asks you strictly to maintain your breath. He knew about panic/anxiety attacks fairly well, so he was understanding about the situation. He would make sure you stayed with in the current moment, and also kiss your tense knuckles as he breathes with you.

Haruhi: She knew about anxiety/panic attacks, so when she realized you were starting to grow into one, she’d slightly freak out for a moment as worry runs through her brittle bones. She’d ask you to stay with her and to follow her breathing steps, plus she would hug you tightly and tell you that things were going to be alright, and to continue breathing as she wiped away your tears.

Honey: He’d wonder what was going through your head, but then he would cry at the sight of you losing touch with the present and once you hyperventilate, he would jump into your arms and tell you to hold onto him tightly—almost as if you were him with Usa-chan, and he’d beg for you to continue breathing and kiss your tear-stained cheeks with sloppy, caring kisses.

Mori: Widening his eyes, he’d drop the items in his hand or if he wasn’t holding anything, he’d throw his hands in his hair. Running to you, he’d place his palms on your tense arms and sternly ask you to breathe with him as he inhaled deeply then out very slowly, and once you shivered, he allowed you to rest on his lap while he soothes you by petting your hair and saying it will be alright.

Kaoru: Sometimes his brother—and even himself—would experience anxiety come knocking in harshly, so when he sees you losing it, he would be there to catch you when you felt the need to faint and also ask you to breathe with him as he places his palms on your chest, trying to provide as much physical comfort. Kissing your forehead, he’d mumble “it will be okay”s repeatedly.

Hikaru: He would be insanely worried; he’d immediately run into action without saying anything for a while and allow you to rest your head against his chest or his lap, and he’d comfort you gently by hugging you. He’d mention how things would be okay as he insisted you breathe with his pace and he would kiss away the tears that were on your reddened cheeks.

10 Transformative Cophine Fics - Fic Recs

This is a smut post. These are smut-centric fics that blew my mind. You have been warned / prepared  for smut. This is the first of many, read these transformative works at your own discretion (I can’t promise that you won’t enjoy them… baha). The Cophine fandom has some of the best transformative works, what can I say.

Repercussions by @thecirclesquare

Cosima likes to keep things from Delphine, and this is one way to get answers. The moments of tenderness and closing line will make you swoon, and it’s all particularly well-told in first-person POV, as per thecirclesquare’s specialty.

Noise Complains by hellafitzgerald

Delphine’s late-night celebrations lead to her disgruntled neighbour Cosima showing up at her door in the middle of the night. Cophine instantly connect, as they are wont to do - funny, cute, and all I can say is Delphine should talk like this all the time.

Cravings by hellafitzgerald

Delphine’s trying to quit smoking. How would you distract her? Yes… Cosima thought the same in this fluffy fic that is also cute and funny and as smutty as smut can be. Del probably went ahead and smoked a cig anyway in an imagined epilogue.

Back to Her, And I Go Back (To Us) by @kind-of-always-late

You know when exes hate each other but also secretly still love each other? This is how that all plays out in Cophine land. Angsty, complex, and really enjoyable two-parter.

Here, Take a Shot by @xthetumblweedx

Obviously. 58 chapters and still going strong, probably every smut scenario you could think of… and if it’s not in there, you can always prompt it ;) Cochlear, Hell of an Encore and Perfect Strangers are my personal favourites - wonderfully-crafted AU scenarios that set the stage for, y’know. The smoot.

Forgive Us Our Trespasses by @cophinaphile

This is how you exploit a little opening in the plot. An alternate end to 3x10 that would probably have had me rolling around on the floor and screaming. Spectacular.

The Toy Box by @trylonandperisphere

Cophine trying some new things, getting to know each other a little better… if you’re not dead after the 5th chapter, I don’t know you. A fluffy foray into Cophine’s domestic life with really A+ smut.

Business & Pleasure by @mveloc

Delphine and Cosima make a trade. It’s 10,000 words of why you wish this happened on screen. They live together, they deal with each other’s co-workers, and they have… a wonderfully good smut time that even the most casual Cophine reader will enjoy.

The Stroke of Midnight by @thatscomplex

I think the real Delphine and Cosima would have done this. Romantic, angsty, but also hopeful and good and way better than canon. Here’s how 3x08 should have gone down.

It Showed by @novelconcepts

Back to the start of it all. Cosima’s perspective on the fumbling, new, transcendent experience of taking Delphine to bed for the first time. Really well done, nuanced and perfect.

Finn Balor spying on you while you warm up, desperately desiring you, thinking of all the dirty things he wants to do to you.