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Coming Soon?
Roman’s omega is kidnapped for breeding purposes. Consumed by fury, Roman transforms into a relentless monster, tearing the city apart in a desperate search to find her. But will he reach her before she goes into heat and mates with Damian, an alpha kidnapped for the same reasons?
gauging interest in this and its subject matter. there will be no shapeshifting of any kind. they're not "werewolves," they just have some of their traits. call them evolved lol
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Damian: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.
Rhea: Actually, Jey is my favourite.
Damian: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.
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Stupid Dom, Stupid Finn...
Rhea Ripley x (Female wrestler) reader, Damian Priest x (Female wrestler) reader (All Platonic)
Plot: (Y/N) is there for Rhea and Damian in the aftermath of Summerslam...
Word Count: 607
Warnings: none just the break up of the Judgement day
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(Y/N) was sitting in the Judgement Day clubhouse when everything went down. Damian was warming up his match while everyone else was watching Rhea’s match.
“What is Dom doing?” she questions, getting everyone’s attention.
They watched as Dom grabbed the chair from Rhea’s hand, distracting her, and letting Liv get the upper hand. Dom did it again which caused Liv to win.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Damian mudders before storming out of the clubhouse. (Y/N) gets up and quickly follows her friend.
They get to the gorilla just as Rhea gets back there, Liv and Dom are nowhere to be seen.
Rhea makes eye contact with both of them and collapses into their arms. Damian and (Y/N) were shocked at her reaction. Rhea started to shake as her tears streamed down her face.
“Oh Rhea,” Damian whispers into her head. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up,” he says, ushering her towards the women’s locker room.
“Make sure she is ok,” Damian says before leaving for his match against Gunther.
(Y/N) sighs, mind reeling from what had just happened. She turns to Rhea who just looks broken. “Come on, let's get you washed up,” she ushers her friend towards the shower.
Rhea stood there, watching as (Y/N) set up the shower, water to the perfect temperature, the right body wash, etc. Panic set in across Rhea's face as she was about to leave to give her privacy. The panic attack was slowly creeping over Rhea.
“Hey, hey, hey, I’m not going anywhere. I will be in the other room if you need me ok?” Rhea nods. (Y/N) hugs her before letting Rhea be. As Rhea was in the shower, (Y/N) watched as Finn went and sabotaged Damian’s chance of winning.
“We’ll be alright,” she whispers, watching her once-perfect chosen family fall into disrepair.
Monday Night Raw
Damian was furious at his ex-friends. Turning against him was one thing but turning against Rhea was another. (Y/N) was stuck in the middle. Since Saturday night, Finn and Dom had been blowing up her phone, trying to get her to hear them out. She ignored them, not wanting to hear what they had to say.
She is sitting with Rhea in the women’s locker room, Rhea is getting ready for her promo. She was putting on her boots while (Y/N) was watching her. She had just watched Rhea all of Saturday night and all day Sunday, trying to go through what had happened during Summerslam. Her phone buzzed again, breaking her trance on the Australian. It was another blitz of texts from Finn and Dom.
“It is them again?” Rhea asks, sitting beside her.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna block them at this point,” (Y/N) comments, going into their contacts, and hitting the block button. She sighs, leaning back into the concrete wall of the dressing room, and observing the woman sitting beside her.
“I am proud of you,” the words slip from her mouth quickly. Rhea zones back in onto her. A small smile creeps across her black-painted lips. “You got hit by a lot of stuff in almost 48 hours and you, and Damian, have done a good job of being there for each other.”
Rhea brings her closer, hugging her. “You should give yourself more credit, you have gone through just as much as we have.”
Rhea brings her closer, hugging her. “You should give yourself more credit, you have gone through just as much as we have.”
Thanks, Rhea,” (Y/N) says, admiring the makeup job for tonight.
“Now come on, the show is about to start and certain people need a beat down.”
#fanfiction#fanfic#rhea ripley x reader#wwe fanfiction#wwe x reader#damian priest#damian priest x reader#damian priest x y/n#damian priest x female reader
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Breaking Judgment
After being betrayed by The Judgment Day, the reader destroys their locker room. Damian Priest, also betrayed by the faction, offers support and admits he cares for her. He stays the night to protect her, and the tension between them hints at something more brewing beneath the surface.
Damian Priest x female reader
Warnings: Kayfabe lmao
Word count: Roughly 2,700 and it’s actually proofread to the best of my ability
I love me some Damian Priest
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The moment you slammed Finn’s leather jacket to the floor and stomped on it, the rage consuming you felt like a tidal wave. The Judgment Day had always been your family—or at least, that’s what they told you. Finn had been the leader, Liv the schemer, Raquel the enforcer, JD and Carlito two dumb stooges, and Dominik…well, Dom was just along for the ride. Together, they had made you believe you belonged. That you were one of them.
Until tonight.
“You’re just not good enough to run with us anymore,” Liv had sneered, her lips curling into a smirk that made your stomach churn. Raquel stood beside her, arms crossed, saying nothing. Finn didn’t even look at you as he passed judgment like it was beneath him to care. Dominik had just muttered an apology under his breath and avoided your eyes.
That was the moment something inside you snapped.
So here you were, standing in the middle of their trashed locker room, your breath heaving and your fists trembling. Clothes and gear were strewn everywhere. Finn’s jacket was ruined, Raquel’s duffel had been emptied out and dumped, and Liv’s makeup bag was shattered in the corner. But the pièce de résistance was Dom’s PS5, which now lay in pieces at your feet. The satisfying crack it made when you smashed it against the floor was the only thing that had brought you even a shred of satisfaction tonight.
But it still wasn’t enough.
“Feel better now?”
The deep voice behind you made you spin around, your heart lurching. Damian Priest stood in the doorway, his large frame blocking the exit. His dark eyes were fixed on the mess around you before settling on your face.
“What do you want, Damian?” you spat, your voice sharper than you intended.
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “I saw what happened,” he said simply, his tone calm but firm.
“So what?” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. “Come to rub it in? Tell me you told me so? Because I don’t need it right now.”
Damian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. “Trust me, I’m not here to gloat. But you made a scene out there, and it’s only a matter of time before Finn and the others come looking for you. You’re lucky I found you first.”
You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Lucky? Yeah, sure. Real lucky. My so-called family just threw me to the curb, and now I’ve got nothing.”
“You think you had something with them?” Damian’s voice was sharper now, cutting through your self-pity like a blade. “They used you. The same way they used me. You were just too blind to see it.”
You flinched at his words, but deep down, you knew he was right. You’d been there when Damian was cast out, just like you were tonight. You’d stood by and done nothing, believing Finn’s lies that Damian had been the problem.
“That’s different,” you muttered, looking away.
“Is it?” Damian challenged, stepping closer. “Because it looks pretty damn familiar to me.”
You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as the weight of your mistakes pressed down on you. “I didn’t think they’d… I didn’t think it would end like this.”
“That’s because you let them get in your head,” Damian said bluntly. “They’re good at that. They make you think you’re part of something bigger, like they actually care about you. But the second you stop being useful to them? They throw you out like garbage.”
His words hit harder than you expected, and you felt your defenses crumbling. “So what now?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What am I supposed to do, Damian? Because I don’t have a clue.”
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. For a moment, he looked like he was debating whether or not to answer. Then he stepped closer, his voice lowering.
“You do what I did,” he said. “You fight back. You don’t let them win. And you sure as hell don’t let them see you break.”
“And I’m supposed to just… do that on my own?” you asked, bitterness creeping into your tone.
Damian hesitated, his gaze softening slightly. “No,” he said quietly. “You’re not doing this on your own. You’ve got me.”
You blinked, caught off guard by his words. “Why would you help me?”
“Because I know what it feels like,” he admitted. “I know what it’s like to think you’ve found people who care about you, only to find out it was all a lie. And…” He trailed off, his eyes locking with yours. “Because I’ve always liked you. Even when you stabbed me in the back, I couldn’t bring myself to hate you.”
The confession made your breath catch, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You’d spent so long convincing yourself that Damian was the enemy, that you hadn’t stopped to consider how he might have felt.
“Damian…” you started, but he held up a hand to stop you.
“Don’t,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I’m here. And if you want to take them down? I’m with you.”
You nodded slowly, your chest tightening with a mixture of guilt and gratitude. “Okay,” you said quietly. “Let’s do it.”
Damian nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Good. But first, we’re getting out of here before Finn finds this mess.” He glanced around the room, letting out a low whistle. “Nice touch with the PS5, by the way.”
You couldn’t help the faint smirk that crossed your lips. “He had it coming.”
“Yeah, he did,” Damian said, opening the door and motioning for you to follow. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”
As you walked out of the destroyed locker room, a part of you felt lighter—like, for the first time in weeks, you weren’t completely alone.
The parking lot was eerily quiet as Damian’s car sped down the road, the hum of the engine filling the heavy silence between you. The adrenaline from trashing The Judgment Day’s locker room had long since worn off, leaving behind a cold ache in your chest. Damian sat in the driver’s seat, his expression unreadable as his hands gripped the wheel.
“You really went all in back there,” he said suddenly, his tone neutral but edged with something you couldn’t quite place.
“They deserved it,” you muttered, staring out the window.
“Yeah,” Damian agreed, though his voice was flat. “But that doesn’t mean it was smart.”
You turned to glare at him, anger bubbling up again. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“No, you didn’t,” he said calmly, his eyes fixed on the road. “But I’m giving it anyway. You think smashing their stuff is going to fix anything? You think Finn’s just going to shrug and let it go?”
You clenched your jaw, guilt and frustration twisting in your stomach. “I don’t care what Finn thinks,” you snapped.
Damian let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, you do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be this worked up about it.”
His words hit too close to home, and you turned back to the window, refusing to let him see the tears threatening to spill over.
“Look,” Damian said after a long moment, his tone softening just enough to cut through your defenses. “I get it. They screwed you over. I know what that feels like. But if you’re going to survive this, you need to start thinking with your head instead of your emotions.”
The truth in his words stung, but you couldn’t deny it. “I didn’t know what else to do,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely audible over the hum of the car.
“That much was obvious,” he muttered, his tone still sharp but lacking malice.
Silence settled between you again, heavy and oppressive. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, your mind racing with everything that had happened tonight. Finally, you forced yourself to speak.
“Why are you really helping me, Damian?” you asked, your voice trembling. “After everything I did to you—why do you even care?”
Damian sighed, his grip on the wheel tightening. “I told you. I know what it’s like to be where you are right now. And maybe I should walk away. Maybe I should let you deal with this on your own.” He glanced at you briefly, his dark eyes softening. “But I can’t. You know why.”
You sat there in silence, the weight of his words from earlier settling over you as the car pulled into the hotel parking lot. Did he actually like me?
The elevator ride to your room was tense and quiet. You could feel Damian’s presence beside you, solid and reassuring despite the tension in the air. When you reached your door, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the key card reader.
“Something wrong?” Damian asked, his voice breaking the silence.
You swallowed hard, your chest tightening with fear. “What if they come after me?” you asked, your voice trembling. “What if this isn’t over?”
“It’s not over,” Damian said bluntly. “But that doesn’t mean you have to let them win. You’re not with them anymore. You don’t owe them anything.”
“I know,” you said quietly, though the fear in your chest didn’t subside.
Damian sighed, his voice softening slightly. “You’ll be fine,” he said. “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll stay.”
Your head snapped up to look at him, surprise flickering across your face. “You’d do that?”
He shrugged, his expression neutral. “Yeah. Just for tonight. Don’t get used to it.”
You nodded quickly, swiping the key card and pushing the door open. “Thank you,” you said quietly, stepping inside.
The room was small and unremarkable, but it felt like a safe haven after the chaos of the night. You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands fidgeting in your lap as Damian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on you like he was still analyzing every move you made.
“You need to get some rest,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“And what about you?” you asked, glancing at him.
“I’ll keep watch,” he said simply, “make sure they don’t do some stupid shit.”
You frowned, guilt gnawing at you. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I do,” he said firmly. “Because I’m not letting Finn and the others blindside you. Not on my watch.”
His words sent a strange warmth through your chest, but you pushed the feeling aside. “You could sit on the bed, you know,” you said reluctantly. “It’s big enough.”
Damian raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You sure about that?”
You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks burned. “I’m not going to kick you out if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m more worried about whether or not you can keep your hands to yourself,” he chuckled, leaving you speechless. Had the circumstances been any different, he might’ve had a good point.
He kicked off his sneakers and moved to sit on the bed, making you super aware of his ginormous figure next to you. The warmth was radiating off of him, and it was as if the darkness had heightened your other senses, because my god did he smell incredible.
The silence was heavy, but it carried a different kind of tension now. You shifted, lying back on your side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You couldn’t stop your mind from racing—about Finn, Liv, Raquel, Dominik, and most of all, Damian.
“I still don’t get why you’re doing this,” you said quietly, glancing over at him. “Why you care so much.”
Damian turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes unreadable. “I told you. I really care about you.” He leaned back, resting on one elbow as his voice dipped lower. “You’re not just some teammate to me. You never were. I thought maybe the feelings had gone away, but mierda, I still fucking adore you.”
Your breath caught at the intensity in his gaze. “Damian…”
“I’m not looking for apologies or promises,” he interrupted, his voice calm but firm. “I’m just telling you the truth. Whether you believe it or not is up to you.”
The room suddenly felt warmer, the air charged with an unspoken tension. You weren’t sure what to say, your emotions tangled in a mess of guilt, fear, and something far more dangerous.
“You should get some sleep,” Damian said, his tone softer now but no less commanding. “You’ve had a long night.”
You nodded, lying back fully against the pillows. But as you closed your eyes, you felt the mattress shift slightly, Damian’s presence grounding you in a way that made your heart race.
“Damian?” you murmured, your voice hesitant.
“Yeah?”
You hesitated, your throat dry. “Thank you. For… everything.”
He didn’t respond right away, but then you felt him shift closer—just barely—and his voice dropped to a near-whisper.
“Don’t make me regret it, baby” he said, his tone carrying an edge that sent a shiver down your spine.
You nodded, your heart pounding as you felt the weight of his words settle over you. And as the tension in the room hung heavy, sleep felt like the furthest thing from your mind.
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Take it easy😈
#damian priest#boricua#latino#live forever#sexy papi#judgement day#archer of infamy#caribeño#puerto rican papi#so hot and sexy
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Nia get your hands off my girl. Damian and Jey go protect your girl.
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100 Days of Damian Priest
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credit to gif owner
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But someone explain to me why Damian pinned Finn by draping himself over him and clasping his hand as if it was the last time they'll ever touch 😪
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Jey: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd.
Damian: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue.
Jey: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.
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Too cute! 😂
#wwe fandom#wwe#damian priest#archer of infamy#punisher martinez#punishment martinez#the judgement day#rhea ripley#mami rhea#terror twins
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DAMIAN PRIEST & RHEA RIPLEY WWE RAW, January 6th, 2025
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Bless this video I swear.
#damian priest#damian priest imagine#rhea ripley#cm punk#wwe#wwe rhea ripley#wwe smackdown#wwe imagine#wwe raw#seth rollins#roman reigns#domink mysterio#mami rhea#terror twins#bisexual undertaker#puerto rican papi#cody rhodes#professional wrestling#wrestling#finn balor#fergal devitt
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RAW || August 05 - 2024
#rhea ripley#demi bennett#damian priest#wwe#terror twins#wweedit#wwe gifs#wwe raw#raw#monday night raw#my gifs
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