1) Demon Finn As The Header Gif? Promising.

Holy fuck this is the softest thing I’ve read in like a month. The first meeting was so cute, such a polite Southern gentleman. And I was wondering about the BTE pillow thing! I imagined it was hard to keep a straight face helping him. Ugh, just thank you so much for this adorable fic!

Pillow Assault - Adam Page

Author’s Note: This is all @cowboysht‘s fault just so you know!

Warnings: None

Pairing: Adam Page/Reader

Tag List: @adampage @snarkandsarcasmftw​ @onewingedcowboy​ @cowboysht​ @heelsamizayn​ @reigns420

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Good lord, this was so good. I definitely wouldn’t mind being stuck with Hangman, either.

Delicate Creatures

Hangman Adam Page x OC

Rated M for Mature

Requested by anon, “Can I sleep in here?“ Adam Page pwease”

Adam and our OC unwind after a stressful PPV for the both of them. They’re both sensitive and self loathing, my favourite :P

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

Masterlist

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“I HATE IT HEREEEEE!” I yelled intro the solice of my empty hotel room as I tossed my purse across the room and poured myself a drink. This is not what I fucking signed up for. I was told when I signed my contract for this company it would be different. It’s been months since I actually wrestled, even though I am busting my ass in training all week. My phone buzzed and I looked at the screen:

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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!

Chuck and Trent are little shits, but you can’t be mad at what it lead to!

Sexy Malfunctions

Pairing:  Orange Cassidy x Fem Reader

Summary: While enjoying a summer day with her best friends, The Best Friends, the reader doesn’t expect something as little as a broken clasp to throw off her day, but this little malfunction turns out to be a good time when it happens in front of someone she already had feelings for,  Orange Cassidy…

Warnings:  SMUT (18+ ONLY!!)

Requested by:  No one (But I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count:  2123

Tag List: @demonqueen29​ @jessiebean00​ @new-zealand-chic​ @crowleysqueenofhell​ @justamess44​ @thatpanpal​ @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​  @linziland13​ @xxx-jazz-xxx​ @writtingrose​

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

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Ok I LOVE this concept, Wrestling with mythology thrown in is so cool. The storylines are already so crazy, why not bring in some gods and beasts? I do wonder who is in her head, though. And why is she keeping them hidden?

Devil In Me | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary: Can you see him?

Who?

The man with the Devil in his eyes.

Word Count: 2,380

Warnings: A LOT OF DIFFERENT MYTHOLOGY BECAUSE IM A SUCKER FOR IT. (im trying to keep the mythology true to who they are not only with their WWE personality, but the gifted beings I think would fit them well).

Tagged: @ortonaholic <3

A/N: Hey guys! I got the idea for this fic after re-watching THIS video, creating the summary out of thin air, and then downloading an entire Celtic Mythology book. I know I have a few other two parters I need to finish but I’ve had this in my notes for a long time now and it needed to be shared! I hope you all enjoy! 

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Good god, I’d love a Dean to take care of me when I’m sick and injured. And I’d stick with him through his stubborn bullshit, too, with lots of couch cuddles. I also think I like your version of his return a bit better 😉Thank you for writing/sharing this!

Pinkie Promise | Dean Ambrose

Title: Pinkie Promise

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Reader

Summary: “You’re pinkie promising, Ambrose. Serious business, alright? You can’t ever go back on your word.”

Word Count: 4,356

Warning: mild talk of injuries

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1) New kisses? Methinks someone finally got his head out of his ass about how he feels for a certain Wiccan.

2) Fucking Kevin 😂He’s such a little shit and I love it.

3) CARMAN’S BACK. And Finn being threatened is what brought her back. Interesting...

4) Balor laughing at Finn being turned on by Carman’s form is making me giggle more than it should.

5) So Balor and Carman can now hear in each others’ heads? Welp that may lead to some fun revelations.

6) Aw, crap. She’s gonna run isn’t she? She thinks she’s causing Finn to be in danger, so she’s just gonna remove herself from the equation. Dumb idea, girl. It has never worked successfully in a story (as far as I can remember)

7) Finn’s not gonna let her leave. Good.

8) Bahahahahaha, Balor is calling Finn OUT!

9) YAY THEY KISSED. But wait, are Balor and Carman basically spectating this whole time? That could become very awkward very quickly.

10) Alright, time to see the badass witch in action. I, for one, am very excited.

Devil In Me Part 5 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me Part 5 (Part 4)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary: “I always knew you were somethin’ special, but I never wanted t’ look too much into it until we got Bálor under control and I just care about you so much that I feel it consumin’ me sometimes.”

Word Count: 6,227 (THIS IS LONG AND I’M SORRY)

Warning: idk if there needs to be a warning… 

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AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH OH MY GOD. The fucking joy at seeing you posted this, I can’t even describe. And it’s just as amazing as the last one. I’m a bit more of an Adam fan (strong and silent types are a weakness) but damn Matt is really winning me over. A little less so at the end there, but still. The time he spent helping Hazel was fucking adorable and sweet and just ugh. I had a suspicion Adam would be the new owner, but let me tell you. The noise that came out of me when he called her Hazel I can’t even begin to describe except it was excitement and joy and surprise and all the other positive emotions you can think of. Your writing is still so beautiful and the rodeo jargon is still so good and I have to be up for work in like 4 hours (ironically I think I’ll be working with some horses today too) or I would reread both parts of this again. THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS.

Also the happy noise woke my dog up again lol

PART TWO OF ?

Previously: one Ship: Hangman Adam Page x Female OC (Hazel Baker) x Matt Jackson Summary: It’s been two months since Hazel met Matt Jackson and Adam Page at the local rodeo, and while she hasn’t seen or heard from Adam again, she and Matt have been getting close. But is she ready for a relationship? Is that what’s developing between her and Matt? Rating: explicit Length: 24,516 words Warnings: unprotected sex

author’s note: and the monster of a fic grows bigger… I genuinely can’t believe how long this part became LOL that was absolutely not my intention. I know I promised last time Adam would have a bit more of a part in this addition, but it looks like his involvement doesn’t come until the next part! 

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It’s 3 am and I am SCREAMING. SO MUCH JUST HAPPENED AND IT WAS ALL AMAZING.

Except that bit at the end about Nick. Adam’s right, he can fuck off.

Seriously though, how do you make every part even better than the last? I’m astounded by your writing ability every time. 

Bleed Into the Night

Title: Bleed Into the Night Part: Four / ? Characters: Hangman Adam Page x OFC Summary: She wasn’t looking. Neither was he. For a brief flash, they found each other. Word Count: 12,552 Warnings: Cursing? Masturbation Previous: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | A/N: :)

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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.”