#Damian priest

[kittyykattxoxo]

owns the night

pairing : damian priest x reader

summary : you were only supposed to go out with your friends for a few drinks to celebrate one of them getting engaged, but that quickly turns into a wild night at the club. this leaves your boyfriend, damian, less than pleased and he has to remind you exactly who's in charge.

word count : 2475

content warning : dom! damian, sub! reader, p in v, spanking, overstimulation, oral, fingering, creampie

the loud bass music pulsed through your chest, vibrating through your bones as you leaned back against the bar, downing the remnants of your fourth - no wait, fifth? - drink and let the familiar burn of alcohol hit your throat. your eyes were hazy, the mixture of tequila and whiskey coursing through your veins making everything feel just slightly distant and oh so wonderfully carefree.

your hair was a mess of tousled waves, falling over your shoulders, slightly damp from sweat. your skin was radiating heat from a mixture of the alcohol and all the dancing you’d been doing, the warmth causing your cheeks to flush with a rosy hue. the tiny black mini dress you’d chosen to wear was clinging to your curves, the plunging neckline barely holding your breast in place. with every twist of your hips, the dress momentarily rises a little bit higher, teasingly showing glimpses of skin on your inner thighs. you knew how good you looked and you’d never been shy about showing it off.

the night had started off innocently enough - dinner and cocktails, celebrating your friend ruby’s engagement. somewhere along the way, however, things had devolved into shots and reckless laughter as you all let loose. honestly, if this were just celebrating her engagement, you worried about how wild the bachelorette party was going to be. a part of you felt bad - you’d assured your boyfriend that it wasn’t going to be bad, that you’d just have a drink or two and then make your way home. that idea had been quickly abandoned and was now little more than an afterthought in the back of your mind as you focused on enjoying yourself.

you’d been prepared to go back out to the dance floor when the sound of your phone buzzing against the bar surface drew your attention. it wasn’t the first time that it had rang over the course of the night, but it was the first time you actually acknowledged it, squinting at the screen through your tipsy haze.

Papi

a slow, drunken grin slid across your lips as you picked it up and slid to answer it, completely ignoring all of the warning bells that should have been going off in your head. 

“heyyyyyyy papi” you slurred, dragging the words out like honey. “miss me?”

on the other end, you heard damian draw out a long, slow breath. his voice was low and raspy with barely restrained irritation. 

“where are you, hermosa?” you rolled your eyes with a playful defiance, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder, you began to toy with the rim of your now empty glass. 

“i’m out with the girls, silly!” you slurred. ”don’t you rememberrr? ruby’s engaged! we’re celebrating and having fun, don’t be such a party pooper!” 

over the phone, you heard clearly as he sharply exhaled through his nose - a telltale sign that you were definitely testing his patience. 

“go. home. now.” damian’s voice was dark, each word coming out as more of a warning than anything else.

unfortunately, the alcohol was lowering your inhibitions a little too much and so you merely giggled in reply. “oh, come on papi. i’m just having a little bit of funnnn!” 

before damian could reply, you felt a hand on your wrist and looked up to see your best friend ruby, who was just as drunk as you were. “cmon babeee! let’s dance!” 

her words were slurred and if it weren’t for her pointing over to where the rest of your friends were on the dance floor, you may not have gotten the gist of it. without a second thought you ended the call, letting ruby drag you toward the dance floor and letting your phone fall into your little clutch, all but forgotten. 

so you didn’t notice when damian tried to call you again. or when he texted you several times. and of course you completely forgot that the two of you had shared locations with each other in the early stages of your relationship.

somewhere in the haze of the alcohol and music, your party had made their way up onto the center stage of the club and you moved your body to the music, every so often remembering to pull your tiny black dress down before you gave everyone too much of a show. you were having so much fun, dancing into the night, but that all was interrupted when a large, rough hand wrapped around your wrist and practically yanked you off the stage.

a soft yelp escaped from your lips and your first reaction was to protest in anger, but then you looked up and suddenly your stomach was doing flips. 

because there he was. damian priest.

all six-foot-five of him, his massive frame towering over you. he was dressed in a fitted black shirt that clung to his muscular chest and a pair of dark jeans that hugged powerful thighs, making him near impossible to miss. but the thing you picked up on most was how his dark eyes were molten with barely contained fury, his jaw clenched tightly enough that you swore you could see the muscles tick. 

“papi,” you finally managed to breath out, your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him with surprise and misplaced excitement, the alcohol having you fail to realize just how much trouble you were in.

your friends looked on with a little bit of concern, but in reality they were all too drunk to really protest either as damian scooped you up into his arms with ease and waved them off as he began walking you two out of the club, his long strides swift and purposeful. he was seething, his entire body radiating a possessive dominance, but he was still careful with you.

the cool night air had you almost whining, but he didn’t give you a reaction as you both approached his car. he easily held you with one hand as he used the other to open the door, depositing you in the front seat. you blinked up at him and now that you could see his face again, you finally began sensing the depth of his frustration.

the ride back to your shared apartment was tense and silent. every now and then you would glance over at him through the corner of your eye. his hands gripped the steering wheel hard enough that his knuckles had turned white and his jaw was still tight. his dark eyes were focused on the road, but you could see the storm that was brewing behind them.

instinctively, your thighs squeezed together and a pulsing ache built low in your belly. a part of you, despite your inebriation, knew what was coming when you got home. when you finally reached your apartment, he parked with a sharp jerk and immediately rounded the car. you’d tried to get out on your own, but almost immediately were unsteady on your feet and he reached out to grab your wrist. his grip was firm and possessive but not painful as he led the two of you inside.

almost immediately as the door shut behind the two of you, he had you pressed up against the wall. your breath hitched sharply as your back collided with the cool surface. damian towered over you, his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in. his face was close, his forehead resting against your own. 

“you,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, “having been testing my patience tonight, mi reina.”

your stomach clenched at the raw dominance in his tone, but you were still buzzed and feeling reckless. 

“hmm…and what are you going to do about it, papi?” you teased, your words slurred and your tone sickeningly sweet, knowing you were going to continue testing his patience. his eyes darkened, but a wicked glint flashed in them to let you know that he would continue playing this game.

“careful, princesa,” he warned. “you may not like that answer.”

but did you heed his warning? of course not. instead, you brought your hands up to rest on his broad chest, your painted nails lightly dragging over the fabric of his shirt.

“maybe i like trouble, papi.”

his nostrils flared slightly and without another word, one of his hands moved to grab your jaw, forcing you to hold his gaze. you could see everything in his look - the anger, the possessiveness, the lust for you, but on the flip side you knew that he could see everything in your eyes too. could see how badly they betrayed how much you wanted him.

“you think this is a game, princesa?” he rasped, his voice low and dangerous. “i’m about to remind you who you belong to.”

before you could get out another word, he seized your hips and lifted you with ease. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carried you toward your bedroom. as he moved, his lips trailed along your throat, teeth grazing your skin possessively. 

by the time your back hit the mattress, your dress had already bunched up around your hips. damian’s large hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as his dark gaze moved up to your face at the new revelation.

“no panties?” he murmured, his voice dripping with a dark amusement. “que traviesa…”

you smirked, but it melted into a sharp gasp when he suddenly knelt between your thighs, dragging his tongue along your already slick folds in one deliberate stroke. your back arched violently, your fingers already fisting the sheets below you.

“papi!” you gasped breathlessly, thighs trembling, but he didn’t stop. instead, he growled  against her, gripping your thighs with an almost bruising force to keep them spread open as his tongue circled your clit relentlessly. 

“you wanna be a brat, princesa?” he rasped darkly between strokes of his tongue. “fine, lets see how much you can take.”

his tongue flattered, dragging over your sensitive bundle of nerves with a slow, devastating precision. he alternated between soft flicks and firm, languid strokes, keeping you on the edge but never quite letting you fall over. 

it was a cruel punishment, but perhaps one you deserved after disobeying him. still, after a several moments of being tortured, your thighs began to tremble, the pleasure building far too quickly. 

“papi, please” you whimpered pathetically, craving the release that he refused to let you have.

but he wasn’t done, not yet.

you were so lost in the pleasurable sensations of his tongue that you didn’t notice when his grip left one of your thighs until suddenly you felt two thick fingers inside of you. damian knew exactly what he was doing, his fingers curling just right to drag against your sweet spot, his tongue never slowing either as it circled and flicked mercilessly against your clit.

the sudden dual stimulation was enough to send you over the edge, your back arching and fingers clawing at the sheets as an orgasm ripped from you with a strangled cry. 

but damian didn’t stop.

his tongue and fingers remained relentlessly, thrusting and swirling as he overstimulated your sensitive core. your body joled with the intensitive, your thighs trembling as your swollen clit throbbed against his tongue.

“p-papi! too much!” you practically sobbed, your voice cracking. 

but damian only growled against you in response, holding you down with one of his large hands with ease.

“too much?” he taunted, his voice filled with a wicked delight. “you can take more, princesa.”

and you did. it didn’t take long, but he dragged you through another orgasm with his mouth, groaning as you came undone beneath him. your legs trembled uncontrollably, your entire body quivering and oversensitive, but damian didn’t stop until you were nothing but a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him.

when he finally pulled away, his lips were glistening with your arousal and he licked them slowly, watching you with a sort of dark and primal satisfaction.

“look at you,” he murmured as his eyes raked over your trembling form. “so fucking wrecked for me.”

you couldn’t even get a reply out if you wanted to, still completely overstimulated from his mouth. damian still wasn’t done, however. in his mind, you still hadn’t fully learned your lesson - and he wasn’t going to stop until it was drilled into your head. 

his hands reached out to grab your hips, flipping you onto your stomach with ease and pulling your hips up as a near breathless gasp escaped your lips. you felt as his large hand ran over the curve of your exposed ass, suddenly smacking it hard enough to make you cry out. he repeated the action several more times until the burning sensation had you certain that both cheeks were bright red. 

“you’re mine, princesa” he growled roughly against your ear.

your fingers suddenly found themselves clawing at the sheets as he thrust into you, burying his thick length to the hilt inside of you with one punishing stroke. you hadn’t even realized when he’d had the time to take his cock out, but you certainly weren’t in the position to complain. 

his large body engulfed you, his grip on your hips once again bruisingly tight as he started his thrust at a punishing pace, your body still having not recovered from the orgasms he’d forced out before. 

“mine,” he growled into your neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as he pulled you back, forcing you to take every inch of him. he was going to make sure that there was never a doubt in your mind who you belonged to, whose commands you were supposed to follow. 

every thrust, every slap of his hips against yours, sent you closer and closer to the edge, but what really sent you crashing over was when one his fingers found their way between your legs and began to circle at your clit. that was enough to send you spiraling, your third orgasm of the night ripped from your body. 

the sensation proved to be enough for damian too, as with one final thrust you felt him unleash inside of you, his face buried in your neck to cover the guttural groan that escaped from him. for several moments afterwards he remained inside of you, the two of you trying desperately to catch your breath. 

when he finally let you go, you practically collapsed into the bed, completely exhausted. you heard him chuckle and felt as he leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss against your temple before settling in next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you close. 

“never forget who you belong to, princesa.” he murmured darkly.

your response was breathless, practically a soft, broken whisper.

“only you, papi.” 

[nikkiblooog]

Just Damian Priest on Vacation - archerofinfamy Insta Story

[rottentoto]

Kill on Sight

[joannasteez]

kinda reverse psychologized my way into getting this one and didn't even know it

Featuring: Damian Priest x Fem Reader Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, public activities and naughtiness and such. Word Count: 1.8k

Happy reading! Read my other Damian stories here, if you'd like. ✨

“I told you to stop testin’ me. I’ll make you tap out.”

The bass in Damian’s voice shuddered through you like a clap of thunder, making your heart pound in your chest. He spoke low, only for you to hear, his soft lips grazing your ear as he sat next to you in the darkened room. His big hand was clapped to your thigh, his fingers softly digging into the skin your denim mini skirt revealed. You felt his breath graze your cheek with a little chuckle when he noticed he made you fidget with his words, his touch. Your boyfriend was very conceited tonight…and every night…because he knew you knew he was right.

“You ain’t gonna make me do anything. Not here,” you said anyway in a teasing whisper. You knew damn well Damian could make you do whatever he wanted, but you liked how it made him breathe a testy grumble to you testing him as his lips pressed to your neck. You thought he would kiss you but you felt his teeth nip your skin first, forcing a surprised whimper out of you, before his lips settled there with a soft kiss.

“Spread your legs, then. Right now.”

Damian didn’t wait for you to heed his command as he shoved his large hand between your thighs and pushed them apart. The cool air licked at the growing heat between them and you whimpered again at the fat pads of his fingertips on your panties that were already becoming damp.

“Get these off.”

He spoke low with his fingers swooping lower, hooking at the inside seam and tugging at them. His knuckles brushed against your sweet spot as he did and made you tremble, your body already sensitive and ready for him before you were. You couldn’t help but let out another tiny whimper as you lifted your bottom from your seat to slide your panties to your knees. 

“I said off,” Damian repeated firmly, yanking at the fabric until they fell down your legs and hit the floor. He then slipped out of his seat to sit on his knees between your legs, hiking them up until he could rest your thighs on his burly shoulders in his leather jacket. His brown eyes flashed with arrogance behind his clear, wide-rimmed glasses as the wide screen flashed behind him, your eyes not even remotely on that but watching him as he gathered your hips into his warm grip to press long kisses along your inner thighs. He was watching you, too, watching how he made you sigh to him. “I ain’t started yet,” he said with a sexy smirk on his lips as he skimmed them on your skin only an inch from where you needed him.

“You need to hurry up,” you purred with a sexy smirk of your own, looking around the room with a little more awareness for where you both were. A worried thrill shot through you along another thrill from his mouth on you again as you added, "Somebody could catch us, Damian…”

He wrinkled his thick eyebrows at your concern and sucked his teeth, nipping at your thigh until you whimpered again and even louder when he unleashed his tongue to soothe over your lower lips to open you up for him, giving you a long, thorough taste that covered all of you. Your next complaint was cut off by a shaky, mostly silent moan that erupted from your throat, your hips shaking with another tremble as he lapped at you achingly slow. It stirred a hot ache somewhere deep in you, your body doing that thing again where it rushed ahead of you, pleasure building quicker than you could keep up with…and he held you still as he let the tip of his tongue twirl around your clit with his eyes gazing up at you with a dare to speak against him one more time. You gazed down at him too stunned by the delicate yet hot tingles burning through your body and beneath his tongue.

“Damian…” Your voice barely seeped out of you as your fingers creeped around the armrests at your sides for something to cling to, your thighs in the way of grabbing the man by the shoulders.

“Don’t worry about nothin’ but cummin’ in my mouth,” Damian took the time to grunt before he flattened his tongue to wag it back and forth and back again on your clit, compelling you to then bury your fingers into his long hair that tickled your thighs.

“Maybe…we should wait ’til we g-get home. Mmm, I don’t wanna rush…” You fed him another excuse as the truth was you weren’t exactly comfortable getting your pussy ate in public, albeit the late showing only housed you two...and besides...he made it feel too damn good to shove him off with his hands squeezing around you tighter, his licks digging deeper in your wet as he searched for all your sweet spots that made you moan for him.

“Psshh. I’ll make you cum twice before the movie is over,” Damian mumbled to you, his deep voice dripping with his smugness. The film was already in the final act and you knew the theater ushers would pop in as soon as the credits came on.

“Damian,” you replied like it was a warning yet you gasped when he wrapped his lips around you, his tongue lazily sweeping across you until your body felt like it was on fire. His eyes on you were hot, too, intense and steady at watching the flames build in you and begin to swallow you quicker than you could get the words out of your mouth. “Oh, right there…I’m about t—” you whined softly before your orgasm consumed you with luscious fire. You tried not to pull his hair too hard as your fingers skimmed his scalp, desperate to push his face into your essence that coated his chin as he hid his face under your skirt. Damian didn’t seem to mind, letting you ride out your fiery high before he carefully pulled his lips away to kiss at your thigh.

“One,” was all he whispered and flicked his tongue along your tender slit like he was ready for seconds. Your fingers stayed woven through his hair as he slipped his lips back onto you like he wanted to devour you, slipping his hands between you and your seat to pull you up a little more and hold you to his mouth. Your head lolled onto your headrest as you struggled not to squeak pathetically, the movie only so loud that the ushers or guests walking by the theater would be able to tell there wasn’t supposed to be a sex scene in Captain America: Brave New World.

“I could eat this pussy all night.”

Damian’s voice was almost a moan, too, his words caressing you before his long tongue did, finding the grooves of your wet, soft folds and making them wetter, softer as he took his time tasting each and every one. He pulled back again with his mouth softly glistening in the faint light to utter, “Mm. Gettin’ close for me, ain't you, baby?” but didn’t let up on you, swirling a couple fingertips where his tongue just was as he looked up at you expectantly.

You almost answered in time before your breath caught in your throat, another whimpering moan rushing out instead of the words. Those warm shivers sneaking up on you swiftly and trickling down into the heat that was concentrated right under his fingertips, creating the fire, stoking it with those soft, little taps and laps of his until he made it spread and start to consume your entire body all over again.

“Yes…papi.” A weak sound, something between a squeak and a moan as you tried your damnedest to be quiet but you couldn’t even keep your body still, still too hot, a delicate sweat beginning to touch your skin in his palms as you squirmed a bit. And Damian kept you put, his one hand strong enough to tame you as his other hand worked with long fingers, his pointer and middle dipping in and fitting snugly inside of you. 

So snug that you could feel his thick, slightly calloused, and warm caress on your every slick, squishy ripple as he explored them with nudging, little thrusts that sought that fire, pressing deeper on that spot that made you jolt in his grasp before he smirked at you. His eyes were still intense, still steady as he brought his lips to your clit for a kiss…a few kisses…and several more when your breath got heavy and shallow. You knew he wanted that fire so big that the only way to put it out was to get you soaked, fuck being in public, he was going to make you put it out with your juices that already stuck to his knuckles.

“Cum, hermosa…I wanna taste it again.”

Damian's tone was low and sweet, yet you could still hear his hubris simmering in its depths. Yeah, he knew how him calling you that made you feel. Delicious. Made that hot, little ache roll through you as you rolled your hips, your thighs falling open wider until they rested on your armrests instead of on him, giving yourself the room to fuck yourself against his palm and let in more of that deliciousness as his tongue curled to incite the flames. His mouth was too full to talk shit this time but you knew he would when he was done because Damian was the devil himself in these moments...the way he commanded those flames in you. His fingers relentlessly thrusting up on that spot that he stroked, his tongue strumming your supple clit, pushing up the hood and suckling on you gently, until that heat burned you all the way up.

Your moans were more like gasps, cries for help as you burned alive, his fingers tapping faster...deeper...faster until you were forced to drown the flames as you gushed into his palm…and shirt…before you dribbled down to your seat. You threw your head back, eyes seeing white as you seized his hair in your left fist and the headrest in your right, holding on for dear life as your body sank into that yummy hellfire for a while, your moans likely reaching heaven as well as every corner of the theater. 

You only came to once his fingers were out, once the fire was out, but there was no way out of the dripping wet mess you made that drenched him and, unfortunately, the floor. Damian let you rest as he lowered you back into your seat and grabbed a handful of napkins next to the popcorn bucket you’d both abandoned earlier, just like you abandoned the movie that still played on in the background.

Yet as you caught his eye as you tried to catch your breath, you saw that pretty smirk on his mouth as he said under his breath, “Two.”

. . .

One, Two

Took two old fics of mine (one unpublished and one deleted from here) and remixed them until I got this. Hope you enjoyed. 💞

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(x) YOU TELL 'EM DREW

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[isak-dot-gov]

Poly! Judgement day x reader where they are on a talk show or smth and the host is saying some uncomfy stuff abt reader being the only gyaru in people who only wear black. they would be kinda passive aggressive about their replies because they can't outright say anything for fear of bad publicity and being disrespectful. i like the idea of them sticking up for reader in any way they can, even if they have to be sly about it so reader knows they have their back

There When Needed

Pairing: Poly!Judgement day x Reader

Word count: 1325

Summary: You join Judgment Day on a late-night talk show, where the host makes passive-aggressive comments about your colorful, gyaru style, contrasting with the group's dark, brooding aesthetic. Despite the host's attempt to make you uncomfortable, your partners—Rhea, Damian, Finn, and Dominik—subtly but fiercely have your back.

The bright lights of the late-night talk show glared down on you and your partners, casting long shadows across the set. The audience’s murmurs filled the air, excitement thick as they awaited the next segment. You sat comfortably beside Rhea, Damian, Finn, and Dom, your smile wide and confident, your platform heels tapping gently against the floor. It was the first time you’d been invited on a show with Judgment Day, and you already had a feeling the host would bring up something about your style.

You were the only one in the group who wasn’t decked out in black leather, chains, and dark makeup. Instead, you proudly wore a pastel, colorful outfit, with big hair and eye-catching accessories. The contrast between you and your partners’ usual intimidating, dark aesthetic was stark, and you knew that’d be a talking point.

You’d prepared yourself for a little teasing, maybe some awkward questions. But you hadn’t anticipated just how pointed the comments would be.

The host, a man in his mid-forties with a face that practically screamed "late-night talk show host," grinned widely as the camera zoomed in on the group. "Well, well, well," he started, his voice dripping with faux curiosity. "It’s a real treat to have Judgment Day with us tonight, and especially to meet the one and only Y/N—the only member of this fearsome foursome who doesn't exactly match the rest of the group’s... how should I put it? Aesthetic."

Your smile faltered just slightly, but only those closest to you would catch the shift. You could already see the gleam in Rhea’s eyes—the protective fire that burned in her whenever someone disrespected you. Damian adjusted his posture, his usual confident smirk faltering into something sharper, more calculating. Finn’s jaw tightened for just a second, and Dom’s expression remained unreadable, but you could feel the energy shift.

You’d been on the receiving end of passive-aggressive comments like this before. It wasn’t the first time people had made assumptions about your style, and it wouldn’t be the last. But it never got any easier, especially when it was so public.

"You know, Y/N," the host continued, a mock-worried expression on his face, "you’re really the only one who doesn’t seem to be going for that ‘intimidating’ look. These guys have the whole dark, brooding, ‘I’ll kick your ass’ vibe going, and then you’re… what? A walking rainbow? Are you sure you’re in the right group?"

You could feel the air in the room change as the audience let out a nervous laugh. You heard the slight intake of breath from Rhea beside you, and that was all the warning you needed. Rhea, ever the protective partner, didn’t take too kindly to anyone making fun of you—especially on a public stage.

Without skipping a beat, Damian leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and offering a slow, almost bored-looking smile. "Funny, you say that, because I think she is the one who makes us all look good."

You caught the glance he shot you—sharp, meaningful—and you could feel the heat of his words before they even left his mouth. The host shifted awkwardly. "Well, I just—"

"Yeah, no offense," Rhea chimed in smoothly, her voice low but dangerous, "but maybe you should think about why you’re so obsessed with how we look. What’s the issue with a little color, huh?"

There it was—the familiar fire in Rhea’s voice. Her tone, while light, carried a clear undercurrent of aggression, like she was daring the host to push it further.

Finn, who usually took a quieter role in interviews, shifted forward slightly, his eyes narrowing at the host. "Honestly, mate, it’s pretty obvious you don’t get it. Y/N looks perfect the way she is. Why does it have to be a ‘thing’ when she’s just herself?"

You could feel the slight tension in your shoulders start to ease as they started to subtly back you up. Each word they spoke wasn’t just a defense of your fashion choices—it was a reminder to the host that Judgment Day had your back, no matter what anyone said.

The host’s grin wavered just a little as he tried to keep the conversation light. "Oh, come on. I didn’t mean to offend anyone! It’s just—look at the contrast, it’s kind of funny!"

"You think it’s funny that I get to hang out with a bunch of intimidating, badass people?" You spoke up, leaning forward slightly, catching the host off guard. "That’s not funny. That’s perfect. And by the way, I’m still pretty scary when I need to be."

The audience chuckled, and the host’s smile faltered again. He opened his mouth, but Damian was quicker, cutting him off. "What’s the deal? You think just because she doesn’t dress like us, she’s weak?"

"No," Finn added, his voice playful but with an edge of seriousness, "you’d be surprised how much damage she can do when someone pushes her too far. Trust me, I’ve seen it."

Rhea leaned in, her smile now more of a predatory smirk. "Yeah, if you’ve got a problem with how we look, you can keep it. But I think the real question here is, why do you care so much about our girl’s clothes? What’s that about?"

The host looked visibly uncomfortable now, shifting in his seat. "I—I mean, I just think it’s…"

"We get it," Dom finally spoke up, his voice steady and calm in the midst of the chaos. "You don’t understand it. But that’s not our problem. What matters is that Y/N fits in just fine with us. And we wouldn’t have it any other way."

For a moment, the entire studio went silent. The audience seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for the host to say something in return. He opened his mouth, but whatever words he had were lost when he saw the sheer force of will in Judgment Day’s collective gaze. He looked from one of you to the next—Rhea’s steely eyes, Damian’s tight smirk, Finn’s sharp expression, and Dom’s implacable calm.

Finally, the host forced out a nervous laugh. "Okay, okay. I get it. No more comments about the outfit. Let’s move on."

You could see the host’s flustered attempt to keep the conversation going, but you could feel the tension start to ease. Your partners’ subtle yet powerful support had not only shielded you from a poorly timed jab, but it had also made it clear to everyone in the room who was truly in charge.

"We good now?" you asked, a playful smile on your lips. "No more fashion commentary, yeah?"

"No more," the host agreed quickly, obviously relieved.

The rest of the interview was uneventful, with the topic swiftly changing. But even as the conversation flowed more smoothly, you noticed how your partners remained hyper-aware of the dynamic. You caught Rhea’s hand resting lightly on your knee under the table, a subtle reassurance. Finn caught your eye and gave you a sly grin, letting you know he wasn’t about to let anyone disrespect you. Damian shot you a quick wink, his smirk never quite disappearing. Dom, though quiet, had that protective stance that made you feel safe.

After the interview wrapped up, the moment you were all backstage, Rhea pulled you close, kissing your temple. "You good, princess?" she asked softly. "You know we got your back, right?"

You smiled up at her, your heart swelling with warmth. "Always. You guys were perfect out there. I couldn’t have asked for a better group to have my back."

"Damn straight," Damian said, his grin returning, "nobody messes with our girl."

"Yeah, if anyone wants to try that again," Finn muttered with a dark chuckle, "they better be ready for the consequences."

You laughed softly, your hand brushing over Rhea’s. "I’m the lucky one here, huh?""Always, baby girl," Rhea replied, her voice soft and warm now, as she pulled you into her side. "Always."

[mxmoth]

DOMINIK MYSTERIO and DAMIAN PRIEST on WWE RAW | 3-20-23

[ekmsoldier]

[ms-wwe]

Bless this video I swear.

[keekee-23]

Too cute! 😂

[bronchy]

i know this isn’t that funny and the template is kinda old, but i really needed to make the john cena joke

[punksrhea]

DAMIAN PRIEST & RHEA RIPLEY WWE RAW, January 6th, 2025

[mayahawkeswife]

i’m going to sob i fear.

no matter what happens, he’s always going to be there to hug her 🙁

[rhea-ripley]

RAW || August 05 - 2024

[ace-does-stuff]

where im from we call that voyeurism idk abt u tho