#Damian priest

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oh shit … Damian x Reader x Roman, maybe?

[tvheit]

1 v 6 tag team match

happy birthday @paladinofmoonlight please don't leave me for a scotsman

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🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x f!Reader x Roman Reigns 🖤 Summary: Reader has been sleeping with both Damian and Roman Reigns, confident they’re ignorant of one another. After being invited to Damian's hotel room late one night, she discovers he’s not the only one she’s there to entertain. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v/a, anal, double penetration, praise, Daddy kink, name-calling, cum 18+ 🖤 Taglist: In the comments. If you’d like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: @bearbutlikeprincessbear. Hope you enjoy! 🖤 MASTERLIST

When she first began sleeping with Roman Reigns, she never expected, had any interest, or even needed to seek out other suitors. Until Damian Priest came along at the club, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her to the dance floor where their bodies moved in synchronicity, their skin perspired, and he whispered the absolute filthiest things in her ear as she was grinding her hips into his. And so while entertaining Roman, she made the easy decision to also see Damian on the side. Nothing wrong with it—none of them were attached and none of them were interested in long-term relationships—so she never foresaw any issues, considering the Tribal Chief was on one brand and the Archer of Infamy was on another, which would give them no reason to ever cross paths. Unfortunately for her, she’d been so blinded by the all the fucking, she’d failed to consider the paid live events.

And so here she was, on her knees and elbows on a generic hotel bed with generic, scratchy hotel blankets under her. Her baby pink blazer and white satin tank top were heaps on the floor, matching mini-skirt bunched around her waist, panties in tatters around her thighs. Damian’s long cock buried itself in her tight cunt every few seconds, the momentum shoving her forward and impaling her throat further on Roman’s spit-covered, thick cock. She gagged, body convulsing, but she purred from the intrusion—on both ends—as her eyes rolled back and her cheeks hollowed.

“Fuck,” Damian wailed, hands vices on her hips. “Every time she gags, her cunt fuckin’ milks my dick.”

“You hear that, baby girl?” Roman rumbled. He was seated in front of her, back against the headboard, legs spread lewdly, a woman receiving the pounding of the century from behind slobbering all over his cock. She tilted her head so she could comfortably look up at him. “He likes it when you gag almost as much as I do.” Both his hands cradled the back of her skull as he pushed her down on his length once more, her entire being again contracting, and suddenly Damian wasn’t inside her anymore and she felt abandoned and empty and a little fucking pissed off. 

“Uh-uh,” the Puerto Rican refused. She pulled off Roman’s dick, however reluctantly, and glanced over her shoulder. Damian had backed up several steps and he had a hand virtually strangling his polished-with-pussy-juices cock. “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta do it now.”

Roman tenderly cupped her chin between his fingers and turned her face back to him. “You ready?”

She cast her gaze down at Roman’s weeping, rigid cock as he stroked it with a loose fist, and she bucked her hips and clenched her pussy around nothing. Roman’s chuckle was like thunder in the distance, and it did nothing to suppress her agitation or prevent the baby pterodactyls in her stomach from taking flight. She had no idea what awaited her, having never experienced before what was about to happen, but she couldn’t deny how bad she wanted to at least try it … to at least attempt to get both these impressive cocks inside her ass and pussy at the same time. And she couldn’t think of two better men to experience it with. Her blown pupils slowly lifted to meet Roman’s.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Good,” Roman replied, before the declaration was even completely out of her mouth. He leaned forward so his fleshy lips grazed hers as he finished, “Because it’s this dick right here that’s goin’ in that ass.” He wiggled his cock for good measure, and it wasn’t very quiet when she gulped.

The men were fluid as they moved about the room, as if they’d practiced, as if maybe they’d done this before. Heading off any thoughts in that particular direction, she smiled as she climbed atop Damian. His grip was once again on her hips, and her hips throbbed and she might’ve winced a time or two when he squeezed, but she knew this pain paled in comparison to the new kind of pain that was in her immediate future. She sank torturously slowly onto his cock, her soaking pussy sucking him in deep much like her throat had with Roman’s dick.

“There she is,” Damian breathed, fingers gliding from her hip, tickling her belly, scraping a nipple barely peeking above the cup of the bra she still curiously wore, ending their journey at the back of her neck. He pulled her lips to his, capturing them, imprisoning them with his expert technique and unmatched ability to be both delicate and voracious simultaneously. A cold trickle slipped down the crack of her ass, her body froze, and she severed the kiss. Damian was quick to cradle her face and focus her attention on him and not the pain and discomfort about to befall her. Maybe you should stop thinking about it that way. Maybe it’s gonna feel amazing. It’s Damian and Roman, after all. “If you don’t wanna do this, we can stop right now,” Damian whispered, the tips of their noses kissing.

She gazed into his smoldering eyes, easily finding comfort and true sincerity, and her hand floated to his cheek. “I wanna do this,” she murmured.

Damian once more claimed her mouth while Roman’s finger circled her puckered hole, and it tickled and it was a little weird, but then it felt … good. Incredibly erotic, and her pussy gushed around Damian’s cock. He pumped in and out of her slowly, occupying her mouth and tongue, and before she knew it, Roman had three fingers buried in her asshole, and she was virtually screaming down Damian’s throat, rocking her hips to ride both his dick and Roman’s digits.

“Oh, your ass is ready for this cock, ain’t it?” Roman teased, easing his fingers out of her so he could slap her ass cheek with his length. “Cute little tattoo,” he uttered, now rubbing the leaking head along her sensitive skin, and she knew exactly where he was spreading his precum. She’d never even imagined a scenario where Roman and Damian randomly met at the hotel bar, shared a few drinks, and then a few stories about the women they were sleeping with only to discover those women had the exact same tattoo in the exact same spot, but here they were. “Let’s find out if it’s true, huh?” That hadn’t been the meaning behind the beautiful red script spelling out the word paradise on her right cheek, but she supposed it did seem appropriate now. She hoped, anyway.

She felt the fleshy head of his cock poke at her entrance and her hand left Damian’s face to instead dig her nails into his chest. She felt blood before she was without warning hauled backward, shoulders slamming into Roman’s sturdy chest, and she cried out as he slipped further into her passage. Roman was a true dominant, in and out of the ring, in and out of the bedroom, so it wasn’t very far fetched for her to expect to be degraded, at least a little, for not immediately being able to take his length, or for whining in pain as he pressed another inch inside her. His tattooed arm came into view, fingers applying surprisingly gentle pressure on her chin until she turned to him.

“You’re takin’ me so good,” he praised. Her eyes lifted, full of renewed hope,  determination, and pride. Compliments in a non-derisive way were few and far between, and she intended to bathe in the accolades for as long as possible. “I know it hurts, baby girl, but you’re a fuckin’ champion. You hear me? Our champion.” Her heart swelled and her fingers unconsciously slid down her body and directly into her dripping folds where she found her clit and, just a little further inward, the base of Damian’s glazed cock, the rest of which was still stuffed deeply inside her cunt. Damian grunted and squirmed, and her smile was drunk as she stared blankly at her Tribal Chief, hypnotized by Roman’s unusual softness. “See, that was nothin’.”

Snapping out of her reverie, she was overwhelmed by the sensation of being utterly full. Roman had genuinely mesmerized her with his words, with the bottomless pits that were his eyes, and he’d sheathed himself to the hilt in her ass without her noticing. Now fully aware, however, the burning returned, the splitting, and she whimpered, clawing at Roman’s arm now. Easily noticing her stress, Damian untangled her from the Samoan’s embrace and pulled her back down to him, cradling the back of her head and splaying a hand across her upper back.

“Right here,” he rumbled into her gaping mouth, “stay right here with Papi. You hear me?”

She nodded, her eyes bouncing back and forth between Damian’s soulful ones, and her lips collided with his before she knew it. He was her comfort, her weighted blanket, her favorite teddy bear, and the spell he cast on her through his lingering lips kept her mind occupied as Roman gripped her hips, pulled out, and shoved himself back in as if he were fucking her pussy. It hurt, bordering on agonizing, but Damian’s mouth was so perfect and gifted that it hurt just a little bit less, the three of them going on like this until she’d fully accepted Roman with an amount of pain that was both uncomfortable and pleasurable. 

“You love this, don’t you?” Roman panted. When she gave no answer, he snatched her hair and yanked, her lips releasing Damian’s with a wet smack.

“Yes, Daddy, I love it,” she breathed.

“Yeah, you do,” Roman mumbled. “Show me. Ride these dicks like the whore you are.”

Hands on the bed on either side of Damian, she rose until her elbows locked. Damian’s hands were coarse and callused as they traveled the invisible roads of her upper body, and she smiled down at him as she began gently rocking her hips, drawing the cocks within her ass and pussy as deep inside her as possible before releasing them to the cold air surrounding them, repeating the process until she couldn’t bounce fast enough on them. 

“That’s it,” Damian moaned, “just like that.”

“Shit, all you need is a cock for this mouth, huh?” Roman mocked, giant hand wrapping around her throat. “What you think about that, Priest? Plug up all this bitch’s holes.”

“Fuck,” Damian muttered, pinching and tugging at her nipples.

She screamed, jaw dropping, and Roman’s hand was swift in making the relocation from her neck to her face, long fingers dipping inside her mouth. Her lips automatically closed around his digits and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked because what else is a girl supposed to do when Roman Reigns sticks his fingers in her mouth?

Time went on, doused in a mixture of sweat, screams, desire, and the fundamental need to cum. Roman lost control first, hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her chest into Damian’s, and he leaned forward, most of his weight now on her hips and ass as he fucked into her recklessly. He cried out—she thought he was speaking Samoan, but she couldn’t be sure—releasing himself inside her, and his pumps became slower and less powerful until he pulled out altogether, slapping her tattoo once more with his softening dick.

“Y’all can … take care of that, right?” He had to be referring to the mess he’d just made that would eventually come leaking out of her. “I got somewhere to be.”

The relief alone she felt when only Damian was buried within her nearly sent her head first into an orgasm. It had been a wild moment, an experience she could check off her bucket list, but she’d be lying if she denied feeling a bit stressed at the thought of being responsible for pleasing two men. Of course it was a hot idea, but realistically, the logistics were a bit more muddled than she cared to deal with again. And, though she would never admit this to anyone, especially the two men involved, she preferred Damian and his attentiveness and his kindness and the gentle fucking he was famous for. Roman was the choice when she needed to be used or slapped around. Damian was the choice for everything else.

“We’ll take care of it,” Damian mumbled, and she smiled just as he seized her lips once more. 

She hardly registered the hotel room door opening and closing, Damian flipping their positions smoothly, putting her on her back and settling between her sticky thighs. Her hands glided reverently up his chest, squeezing his shoulders, continuing to his face.

“Did you have fun?” he asked, taking her hands off him one after the other, imprisoning them between his hands and the mattress on either side of her head, his grip secure, though not constricting.

“Yeah,” she purred, rolling her hips in an attempt to find some friction, and Damian grinned at her desperation. 

“But you need your special time with Papi, hmm?”

“I always need my special time with Papi.”

Finally he started fucking her, lazily at first, gradually picking up speed. She suddenly felt Roman’s warm cum begin leaking out of her ass and into a puddle on the bed, Damian’s thrusts now coming with a wet smack every time he slammed into her. She gasped, lips parting, pussy pulsating around Damian’s solid length, breasts bouncing, and she came with a wail she would be embarrassed over later. Her hands were fists as they wanted nothing more than to touch Damian, feel him, run her fingers through his hair, but he refused to release her until after he’d filled yet another one of her holes with sticky cream.

“You’re a mess,” Damian grinned, climbing out of bed. She couldn’t help the satiated smile and stretch as she watched Damian disappear into the bathroom, assuming he was on a mission to retrieve a wet washcloth. They were gonna need more than that, she thought, just as she heard the water in the tub come to life, and her smile nearly broke her mouth. “Now let’s get you cleaned up,” Damian returned, clapping his hands and holding them out. She rolled her eyes, moving into a sitting position, but Damian suddenly scooped her into his capable arms, tossing her an inch or two in the air to get a better grip. “I don’t think it’s big enough for both of us, but …”

“I guess you’ll just have to wash me from outside the tub then,” she sighed.

Damian kissed her forehead. “My pleasure.”

[ekmsoldier]

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Roman reigns core!!!!

he’s so memable 😭 my favorite 6’3 samoan italian pookie. that’s my man and ima stick beside him

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don’t break my heart 8 i can’t wait 💕💕

I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG…part 9 is already in the making!

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7.

rhea ripley x reader (platonic) / damian priest x reader (platonic) / drew mcintyre x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️this chapter contains topics like fear of abandonment, negative thoughts, loneliness, panic attacks, fear of rejection, paranoid reader, anxiety, angst in general‼️

DON’T BREAK MY HEART - PART 8

it was bad blood weekend and you were a nervous wreck. you didn’t know why but you had a sixth sense, feeling that it was going to be bad. in your mind you saw rhea and damian losing. you saw drew and punk destroying each other and you were terrified because you couldn’t do anything to prevent all of that. it was just your imagination - you told yourself - but as the days passed, your feelings got worse and in less than two hours from the start of the show, you were completely terrified.

adam forbid you to go and help rhea, meaning that she was alone out there. you knew she didn’t need your help to win a match, especially against liv morgan, but you never knew what the judgment day was up to.

you saw how drew trained himself this week, you knew he was ready for the match, but having him, alone, in a cell with punk, was scaring you. he told you multiple times that no matter the outcome, he would make punk see hell, and by now, you knew that drew was serious. he didn’t care about winning or losing, he wanted this to be a revenge on punk, for costing him the world title.

as you were all backstage, you could feel the tension. drew tried to stay calm, especially seeing how agitated you were, but truth was, he wasn’t calm either. he was ready for that match.

the hell in a cell match was going to be the first one, probably the most anticipated match of the night.

“be careful out there okay?” you whispered as he finished getting ready.

“i will, i promise” he tried to reassure you but you didn’t really believe him.

chuckling, you looked up at him “you won’t, i know you…i already see blood and tears so please, don’t be the one i see bleeding in my imagination” you tried to be sarcastic but deep down you know that there was a huge possibility of drew coming back with blood and deep cuts.

“well, then you have a large imagination” he joked “i can’t promise you that but i promise you that i’ll be careful okay?” he smiled down, trying to reassure you as best as he could.

rhea and damian were both getting ready for their matches so they weren’t watching punk and drew completely destroying each other, meaning you were left alone in your little changing room watching the show on the tv screen in front of you.

drew wasn’t careful. you saw blood during the first fifteen minutes of the match. both men were heavily bleeding. you wished they stopped at the tables and chairs but they both went too far. you could hear the crowd cheering but there was an heavy tension backstage, as if this wasn’t supposed to happen.

of course you knew there was going to be blood and a lot of brutality but for a minute you thought that it was too much. thirty minutes into the match and both men had no intention of stopping. more blood, more violence, more gore. you quickly left your changing room and walked around backstage, you had no intention of finishing that match.

you tried, but seeing drew like that was too much for you.

“girl where are you going?” you heard jey’s voice calling you when he saw you wandering around with nowhere to go “come here!” he gently smiled and pulled you into a bigger locker room. him and few people of the crew were watching the match.

“oh god…” you whispered seeing how badly injured was drew. you saw the big jump he took on the metal stairs and how hard he hit his back. you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to get that image out of your head - he broke his back - you thought - it’s over for him. you didn’t care who was going to win, you just wanted the match to be over. luckily a few minutes later, punk finished his moves on drew, making him the winner of the match.

you could see that neither of the men were able to stand properly. punk fell on his knees and drew was still trying to catch his breath inside of the ring. it was an hell of a match but it was too much for you. you just wanted to get to drew and hug him, comfort him.

you excused yourself from jey and the rest of the crew and sprinted out towards the entrance but security stopped you, telling you that drew needed to be medicated first.

your mind was racing. rhea was getting ready for her match. damian was getting ready for his match. drew was being medicated somewhere in the backstage and you were standing there alone with your thoughts as people kept working around you. you felt small, too small.

you didn’t care - you needed to know how drew was doing so you walked towards the medical area and when you saw him getting his wounds cleaned, your stomach turned on you.

drew saw you and he weakly smiled at you, aiming for you to come in.

you didn’t know what to say. he didn’t know what to say. but the sight of blood made you sick so you tried to look anywhere in the room expect him.

“y/n…” his rough voice called you.

“hey…” you walked a little closer till you sat down next to him “you promised me that you would have been careful” you joked, making him slightly chuckle.

“i’m here, alive…that’s a promise” he smiled, looking at you.

“you got everyone worried…you got me so fucking worried, drew i thought i lost you” you didn’t mean to sound so weak, you didn’t mean to let everyone in the room know about your relationship but you couldn’t help your emotions.

“hey…i’m okay, i’m here…just some cuts but i’m okay, i promise you” drew reassured you to keep you calm but deep down he knew he failed. he wanted to show you he was capable of doing it but he failed and he was ashamed of himself. he knew that you would have never judged him but that wasn’t what his mind was telling him “hey y/n…do you mind if i rest a little bit? i feel like i just need to close my eyes” he wanted - needed - your comfort but he felt like he didn’t deserve it.

you were taken aback from his demand but you knew that you couldn’t say no to him. after what he just been through, he needed to rest, he needed time for himself “absolutely…let me know if you need anything okay?” he smiled softly kissing your cheek before letting you go.

feeling a little down you hoped to meet either damian or rhea backstage but none of them was anywhere to be found.

damian was next and he was about to enter the ring so you sat backstage and watched the match with a little anxiety as he was going to face finn. after everything he put you through you knew that all you wanted to see was damian destroying finn but the judgment day was going to interfere and he was there all alone. anxiously you watched the match and couldn’t help your happiness the moment he won. even if the judgment day tried to help finn, they all failed miserably and you couldn’t help but laugh.

as time passed you waited for rhea’s match. she trained so hard for this moment and you knew that she was more than ready to fight back. she had this match, she had this moment and no one was going to take it away from her, especially liv. she didn’t have dom’s help and she was there all alone. you knew rhea was going to win. she had to win. it was such an easy match for her, plus seeing dom in that cage made you laugh - he had what was coming for him.

so what did go wrong?

no one expected to see raquel back. she wasn’t in the script, she wasn’t in the plan.

rhea won by disqualification but liv still held the title, she still held the crown and no matter how good rhea was, she knew it would have been hard to get her title back.

you stayed there, watching as liv and raquel along with dom celebrated over rhea’s lost and your heart broke for her even more. she didn’t deserve all of that.

wondering what to do, you let rhea have some time for herself before you could join her in her changing room.

around fifteen minutes passed and you couldn’t wait any longer, you needed to see her, to comfort her and to let her know that she did amazing no matter the outcome. seeing the two most important people of your life losing on the same day made your heart sank.

slowly approaching her changing room, you softly knocked on her door and stepped in when she said so.

but she probably wasn’t expecting to see you because her nose scrunched a little too much for your liking.

“rhea…you were so great out there, you had the match in your hands…” she didn’t even let you finish.

“yeah but i lost. again, once again i don’t have my title, so who cares if i was the best one out there? listen, i need time alone” she was clearly upset and you couldn’t blame her.

“rhea…” you whispered. it pained you seeing her talking so low of herself.

“i don’t wanna talk” she spat back.

“rhea…”

“no! i don’t wanna talk! i don’t wanna talk or see you!” - oh, she was mad but with you?

“rhea what?” you weren’t used of her screaming at you, you weren’t used of fighting with her.

“i lost! i fucking lost against that liv morgan and where were you? i needed you, but you weren’t there?” she waited a few seconds before start screaming at you again “where the fuck were you!” this version of rhea scared you.

“rhea you knew i couldn’t! the management said…”

“i don’t give a shit about what they said! i needed you and you weren’t there! i’m always here for you and for one time where i needed your support, you weren’t there! fuck!” she knew better than to scream at you, knowing she would have triggered some memories of your past but anger was taking the best of her and she didn’t care about you or anyone at the moment.

“rhea i’m sorry…” tears in your eyes.

“i don’t care! now go, i need to stay alone!” she said turning her back on you.

you slowly walked away, letting all of your tears fall down.

you needed to talk with someone, anyone yet drew was probably sleeping and damian wasn’t answering his phone, too busy celebrating his victory.

you were alone - again.

liv was right. finn was right. you would ended up being alone. rhea was going to leave and it was just a matter of time.

you needed to leave the arena as soon as possible.

you felt like the space around you was suffocating you. the air was thick and you struggled breathing. what was going on?

walking fast through the corridors, you took a deep breath when you saw one of the emergency exit and the big orange door right in front of you. quickly pushing the door open, you took a deep breath when you felt the cold air hitting your face, you were free - you thought.

but your chest was still heavy and the tears wouldn’t stop falling.

you took your phone out of your pocket and quickly called damian, hoping he was going to answer this time. “come on damian…please, please…” but you were met again with his voice recording saying to leave a message if needed. where was he?

you needed to go back to the hotel as soon as possible but with no rental of your own was pretty hard. wiping your tears away and calling an uber, you tried to act as everything was normal even if you were slowly dying inside. everything was so wrong and the worst part is that you couldn’t do anything about it.

as if the night wasn’t already ruined, the uber driver was a fan. you didnt mind talking with fans - you could talk about wrestling all day long - but your mind wasn’t in the right place at the moment and all you could focus on was the fact that once again you were alone. you tried to be polite but all you wanted was to get away from that small space and breathe fresh air again. as you got out, you couldn’t help the tears falling down your cheeks. you felt pathetic, crying over nothing. the words liv and finn said to you echoing in your head - how you would ending up being alone - and the things was you started to believe them.

why were you being so paranoid? drew was sleeping, the match took a big tool on him but that didn’t mean he hated you or he didn’t want to see you. damian was celebrating his victory somewhere with his family, friends and probably some models too. but if you were family too, why didn’t he invite you? and rhea was mad. you still couldn’t point out if she was mad because she lost the match and needed someone to blame or if she genuinely was mad at you for not interacting with her during the game. she knew you couldn’t. she knew that if you intervened, both of you would have gotten in big trouble with the management, risking up to month fine without wrestling. did she really wanted that?

your mind was spinning and you tried to reach your bedroom as fast as you could.

in the meantime, damian was at the arena, he didn’t leave, he stayed there the whole time finishing up some interviews and even if he wanted to go out and drink something with his family, he was tore down and all of his body ached - he couldn’t wait to go back to bed.

“…thank you so much damian” jackie thanked him once he finished his interview, leaving him there in his changing room.

taking a deep breath, he took his phone out of his pocket and grew immediately worried when he saw all of your missed calls.

he tried to call back but your phone went immediately on silent mode, as if it was turned off.

weird - he thought - you never turned your phone off.

walking to find rhea, she was nowhere to be found. he knew she was a hothead and he knew that she probably wanted to stay alone.

his only option was drew and he prayed the man was still in the arena. someone from the staff told him that drew was still in the medical bay so he walked over there, asking from time to time if anyone had seen you.

knocking on drew’s door, the scottish man let him in.

“damian…” drew definitely wasn’t expecting him. he was hoping it was you.

“how are you man?” damian genuinely concerned about drew’s condition after the rough match he had in the cage with punk.

drew chuckled a little before letting his real thoughts out “i’m glad to be alive you know? i wasn’t expecting this much violence but it was one hell of a match, i felt better to be honest” he joked “i’ll be okay, thanks…”

“listen man, have you seen y/n? she called me a few times earlier and i couldn’t answer but when i tried to call her back it goes straight to her voicemail…” damian directly asked drew.

drew knew you never turned your phone off so he was taken aback from damian’s words “i saw her once the match was over, she came here and we talked a little bit…then i asked her if…well, i asked her if she could leave, i wanted to sleep a little…”

“and…?”

“and she left. she probably wasn’t expecting my request” drew took a deep breath “i just needed some time alone you know? i haven’t seen her since then, but i checked my phone a few minutes ago and she hasn’t called me. have you tried rhea?”

damian shook his head “rhea is nowhere to be found. she needs time to cool off after her match, i don’t think she saw y/n…i just feel like it’s weird, she has called me five times and now her phone is like dead…” worried look painted his face.

drew stood up immediately from the couch he was sitting and checked damian’s phone as he tried to call you once again.

“dead line…” damian whispered.

where were you?

back at the hotel, you quickly paced around the room, trying to focus on something, anything that could have helped you relax and yet nothing was working.

your hands began shaking and while you reached for your phone, you saw that it died while you were walking to the hotel. looking for a charger, you threw your suitcase upside down and when you found it, you plugged it into the wall and rapidly waiting for your phone to turn on.

“come on…” you whispered. you didn’t know what you were actually waiting for. damian wasn’t going to answer anyway and drew said he needed time for himself, leaving you with no options at all.

as your phone turned on, you saw the missed calls from both damian and drew and a shaky breath left your lips.

you didn’t even have time to call one of the boys back that an incoming call from drew appeared on your home screen.

taking a deep breath you answered his call.

“y/n?” drew asked the moment you answered.

“drew…” your voice shaking. what were you crying for? he answered and yet you couldn’t find peace.

“y/n, what’s going on? baby, why are you crying?” drew’s heart broke when he heard your soft sobs from the phone.

“i…i don’t know, i don’t know what’s going on…drew i, i can’t breathe…i don’t know what to do…” clearly panicking again, drew needed to know exactly where you were.

“y/n where are you? i’m coming to get you” he was worried and his heart was racing.

“what? no, no drew you need to rest, i…you stay there and-…”

“cut the bullshit y/n, where are you?” he hated being so severe with you but he needed to know what was going on and if you were in any type of danger.

“at the hotel…my room” was all that you were able to say before drew spoke again.

“we are coming to get you…” he said before cutting the call off.

was he really coming for you? were you really so pathetic that you needed him? did you wake him up just because you were acting stupid again?

your mind couldn’t stop those horrible thoughts and all you wanted to do was disappear, pretend like you never existed - maybe everyone life would be better without you.

what if rhea had a better teammate? what if that teammate would have broken the rules for her? what if you are the reason the judgment day broke up? were they really so tired of you? what if drew had a girlfriend who was normal and not acting crazy like you did?

you tried to breath as drew taught you but you couldn’t. and the idea of drew seeing you like this again was killing you. you made so much progress and now you felt like you fucked everything up.

you were sat on the floor, your back on the edge of the bed as you tried to calm yourself down when you heard the hotel room door opening.

a very bruised drew sat on the floor with you, right in front of you while damian stood behind, clearly worried about you.

“y/n…baby, what’s wrong?” drew’s voice was soft. the moment he met your eyes, he knew something wrong had happened.

“i’m sorry…i’m so sorry i shouldn’t have called, damian you don’t have to be here…you should be out celebrating your victory and-…”

but damian wasn’t agreeing with you “the hell? hermosa, what’s going on? i’m sorry i didn’t answer before but i’m here now, we are both here…”

“yes that’s the problem! you shouldn’t be dealing with me! you have a life and worse problems than to stay here with me!” you couldn’t stop the tears from falling “i told you drew, my head is a fucking mess, i don’t deserve you, i don’t deserve any of you…all i do is complain and fucking up, i’m just a burden to everyone and”

“what the heck are you talking about darling…look at me” his big calloused hands gently lifted your face “look at me love” while his thumb was wiping your tears away “i don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, i wish i knew but i don’t…” he spoke softly to you “you’re not a burden, listen to me, you’re not a burden. don’t listen to what those voices in your head are saying, listen to me…you’re everything to me, i love you so much and it’s okay to cry, to feel lost, but i’m here, your family is here and we aren’t leaving you…” he really hoped that you could listen to him.

opening his arms for you, he gently let you lay your head on his shoulder. his hands stroking your back as if he wanted to calm you down, knowing how much you craved for physical touch.

drew and damian knew that you needed help and they were both right there for you. they knew you were strong and yet so fragile. they knew the toxic environment you came from, they knew that you feared of being left behind, alone. they knew that somehow, no matter how much love they showed to you, you still felt alone. and they knew that you get easily overwhelmed by the smallest things. people screaming, making too much noise or breaking things - that would wake terrible memories.

“yet she did…” you whispered, closing your eyes because the idea of your mind playing flashbacks of what happened with rhea earlier was enough to send you on the edge.

“who?” damian asked.

“rhea…she left, and it’s all on me” tears couldn’t stop falling from your eyes.

damian and drew exchanged a worried look. you two were practically inseparable.

what did rhea do?

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Rhea: *sucking on a popsicle*

Damian: You practicing for when Jey gets here?

Rhea: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle*

Damian: *Concern*

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I wish this show was still on so Damian and Rhea could be on their dynamic is definitely Shawn and Gus. 😂

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"Rhea doesn't love jey uso"

SORRY? Come on, she loves him or at least wants him. He's the only person she has besides Damian (She now has her new War Games team). She has always loved and protected him. How she ALWAYS came out to tell Finn not to "do anything to Jey Uso." How the first second Jey misunderstood about not being in her "league" she quickly denied it twice. how upset he was with finn and dom for wanting to fight him. EVEN how he came out to defend him from the new judgement day despite his leg pain, to give him time to recover and emerge victorious. leave my jhea babies ALONE. she loves him and he loves her.

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(You scared me) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO

Chapter 16

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Rhea opened her door. Damian was standing there. Hey, how are you doing?

How many times are you going to ask me that?

She walked away, letting him shut the door.

Until you get cleared, I know you're climbing up the walls. He said, leaning on her kitchen counter in front of her as she hoped up on the other counter, swinging her feet.

Well, I got a call today saying I can come back to work Monday. I have to wear one of those face masks, though.

So your going to be dashing Rhea Ripley now?

She laughed, I guess so.

How’s Jey been doing lately? I know you went to see him Friday.

Oh wait! Hang on. She jumped off the counter, running up the stairs to her room. She grabbed the bracelet off her bathroom counter. She ran back on the stairs.

Look at this! She showed him the bracelet.

Damn, where did you get this?

Jey got it from me in London, she said in a teasing voice.

Mmmh shit, it’s nice.

She couldn’t stop smiling. I know it’s beautiful.

I have been waiting to show you since he gave it to me.

Mmmh, he grabbed it from her hand, getting a better look.

What? Say it

Nothing I didn’t know he was giving you jewelry.

It's just a bracelet.

A diamond bracelet Rhea

What does that have to do with it? It’s not like it’s a diamond ring, she said, mocking his tone.

What did he say when he gave it to you?

He just said he got it from me while in London because I missed him and asked if I liked it.

Didn’t you say he told Naomi about you?

Yeah, so that’s his sister. I told you and Kayden

Alright, he handled the bracelet back to her.

No, say it. Just say what you want to say.

It's just a bracelet to you, but what does it mean to him?

She thought about it for a moment. What are you trying to say?

Nothing; just maybe it’s not just a bracelet to him.

She looked at him, then down at the bracelet.

Mmm, I’m going to put this back. You find us a movie to watch.

She walked back upstairs, thinking about what he said. She had thought about that, that it meant more, but she had talked herself out of the idea he gave it to her after... you know She was tired; she didn’t want to be up all night thinking about it, so she talked herself out of it.

But maybe Damian had a point. Maybe it was more than just a bracelet.

She put it back down on her bathroom counter, taking one last look at it before going back downstairs.

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Jey was sitting outside in his rental car with the door open, waiting for Rhea. He didn’t know she was coming back today, so he was just as surprised as the crowd when her music hit.

Sup uce Jimmy yelled as he walked up with Naomi.

Hey, what are you guys doing?

I was trying to leave, but she wanted to see you, he said, pointing at Naomi. What are you sitting in your car for?

He put his phone in his pocket. I’m just waiting.

Who are you waiting for?

He looked at Naomi before looking back at her I’m waiting for Rhea.

He gave him a look, Rhea, huh?

Yeah, we’re dating. He took a deep breath as he waited for his response.

Mmm okay

He shook his head. Jimmy, come on, uce

I mean, I’m not surprised you're not that good at hiding it, plus Sami may have slipped up a bit.

Of course he did, so you cool?

Yeah, I’m cool! I mean, she’s crazy, but crazy like crazy,

Naomi hit him on the chest. Ow! Is she not crazy? You saw her tonight; that’s crazy.

Call her crazy to her face and see what happens, Jim.

Ha! No, I value my life, babe.

Ok, I’ll see you guys later. Bye. She was walking away, saying bye to Bianca, and Jade before she started walking towards them. She had changed into some sweatpants and a T-shirt, and both of their faces lit up as they saw each other.

Hey! She gave Naomi a side hug. What are you guys doing?

Nothing I told him about you, he said with a grin.

Oh really! That’s good

Mmh, he held his hand out for her, and as she grabbed it, he pulled her into his lap, Jey!

What? You told me if I told him then we’re can kiss at work. I did what you said.

She shook her head, smiling. Your ridiculous!

How long have you been talking to her about this? he said, pointing between her and Naomi.

For a while now, I don't remember when we started talking about war games, said Naomi.

Yeah, I don’t remember either; it just happened.

Aye well, it’s going to be interesting, that’s for sure. At least yall got a fifth. Jimmy said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Seth has a horse in the race now with Bronson

I hope your right uce, because if we don’t find a fifth, he’s going to be mad.

He’ll be mad either way, with or without Seth.

He’s going to lose it when he finds out.

Well, he can suck it up; it’s his fault no one wants to help us anyway. He can get over it.

I hope so, because it’s your ass, and you know it, man.

Mmh, yeah, I know.

Ok, if we’re going to talk, we’re not going to talk work, alright? Naomi chimed in

I’m with Naomi; no work talk. Rhea said, looking at Jey.

Alright fine He put his arm around her waist. Whatever you say, baby

Oh, you show Naomi your bracelet?

Yeah, she did! She showed all of us

What bracelet? You bought her a bracelet uce.

Rhea held out her hand, showing Jimmy her bracelet.

Damn, uce, that’s nice shit when you get this?

In London with Naomi

Oh, so this has been going on?

Yeah, we've been together for a couple of weeks—I guess almost a month now, huh? He looked a Rhea.

I guess I really need to get you a gift now.

I’m not having this conversation with you anymore, baby. She rolled her eyes. Jey looked back at the clock; it was going on eleven thirty. Oo! We should get going, baby.

Ok, I bet your tired anyway.

Not too tired, baby, he said it under his breath so only she could hear, making her blush a little bit.

We’ll see you Friday,

Ok, bye; see you later. Naomi

Bye bye, Rhea; call me.

I will well see you when I see you.

As they walked off, Rhea tried to get off his lap, but he grabbed her, Jey!

Nope, you didn’t tell me you were coming back today.

I wanted to surprise you, baby. She put her arm around his neck. He kissed her. Fine, you can sit back down on it later.

Jey! She hit his arm.

He got up, walking around to the other side of the car, getting in his seat.

What! You like sitting on my lap, baby.

Her face was bright red. Your so fucking horny.

Only for you, baby, only for you, he said, starting the car.

She shook her head. You need a cold shower—a really cold shower.

Only if you take one with me.

Oh my god, Jey!

Come on, you look good in the shower with your hair all wet and your pus-

She giggled. Oh my god Jey!

I’m just saying I got to shower anyway when we get there. Might as well get into bed all clean after getting all dirty, baby.

She rolled her eyes Were see baby

Uhhh sure you think about it baby about me and you in the shower see where you get

She hit him again. You’re an idiot!

An idiot who can pick you up in the shower

She looked at him, smiling fine only if you picked me up tho.

You don’t have to tell me twice, baby. I’ll do whatever.

Mmm, well, we’re seeing how good you listen in a bit.

Fuck Mami back!

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As Jey says MAMI BACK AND ITS WAR! also sorry that this took so long I been busy but I gave you one shot to keep you all busy so thank you for being patient🖤

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“Sleepwalking Through the Shadows”

Summary: What if Jey had crossed paths with Damian Priest while he was still the Right Hand Man of the Bloodline, and Damian was still part of The Judgment Day?

CW: Angst

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Jey Uso stood in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back at him in the dim light. His soft curls hung low over his forehead. His shoulders were tense, a storm of emotions swirling in his chest, but he couldn’t name them. He’d been living in the shadows lately, like a sleepwalker lost between his role as the right hand man and the man he was beneath his crumbling shell. Jey never felt this angry, this demented, and was certainly not much of a crashout until this point due to the mental and physical abuse from Roman. His mind raced with unanswered questions, his place within the Bloodline felt like more a prison than a family. The only person that really could comfort him in times like this was his twin brother Jimmy, but unfortunately he was still out with a knee injury. Luckily for him though, Paul was out running errands for Roman and wouldn’t be here for another forty five minutes at the least. And Roman wasn’t here tonight at all, which gave him some time to reflect on everything that’s been happening lately.

Just then, the door to the locker room creaked open. Jey didn’t turn around; he knew who it was without having to look. The slow, deliberate footfalls were unmistakable.

Damian Priest stepped into the room, his presence magnetic, shadowy. The faint glow of the hallway lights illuminated the hard lines of his face, the dark glint in his eyes. His Puerto Rican heritage was reflected in the intensity he carried, like a simmering storm that could burst at any second. Him and Damian never really spoke much, however, they did see each other when Jey would be trailing behind Roman through the backstage hallways. Even behind that serious persona Damian had, the concern in his eyes was unmistakable.

“¿Todo bien, hermano?” Damian’s voice was smooth, but there was a certain weight to it—like he was asking more than just about Jey’s physical state.

Jey sighed, finally turning to face him, a mask of indifference plastered over his expression. But Damian could see through it. He always could.

“Yeah,” Jey muttered, though the word felt hollow even as he said it. “Just tired. A lot on my mind, you know?”

Damian stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve been sleepwalking through it all, huh?” he said, his voice lowering, a touch of concern hidden behind the sharpness. “Just going through the motions.”

Jey raised an eyebrow, meeting Damian’s gaze, the intensity of it unsettling him just a little. “Man what’s that supposed to mean?” he shot back, his tone defensive.

Damian didn’t back down. “It means you ain’t living, Jey,” he said, his words heavy with meaning. “I see you, man. You’re trapped in your head, stuck between what you think you gotta do and what you wanna do. No one can live like that forever.” He stepped closer, his voice a little softer but still firm. “No me hagas esto, hermano. You deserve more.”

Jey swallowed hard, fighting the urge to look away. He didn’t want to admit it, but Damian was right. Something inside him had been shutting down for weeks. He didn’t know where the Bloodline was taking him, but he didn’t think he could keep playing the role of the right hand man for much longer.

“You ain’t the only one trapped in their own mind,” Jey muttered, voice low. “Guess we both stuck, huh?”

Damian’s eyes flashed for a moment, and he took another step closer, closing the distance between them. There was a fire in his gaze, like he was trying to pull Jey out of his own personal prison. “No, you ain’t stuck, Jey,” he said, his voice soft but full of an intensity that hit Jey in a place he didn’t know existed. “You just scared to step outta that shadow. But you don’t have to do this alone. Let me help you, hermano.”

Jey was silent for a moment, his thoughts swirling in a storm of doubt and uncertainty. The words hung in the air between them like an invisible tether, pulling him in, making it harder to fight. His eyes flicked down to Damian’s hand, inches away from his arm, the temptation of the offer lingering there, unspoken.

“Man, I don’t need nobody to help me,” Jey said, his voice just above a whisper, but even he could hear the lie in it.

Damian’s gaze softened, his hand reaching out slowly, fingers brushing the back of Jey’s neck in a gesture that was both gentle and firm. “You don’t gotta be alone in this, Jey. I got you. We got this.”

Jey stiffened, but only for a second. The pressure of the moment began to ease, replaced by something deeper, something he wasn’t quite ready to admit. Damian’s touch was grounding him in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time, like someone was finally seeing past the mask he’d put on for years.

Jey looked at him, not saying anything at first. The words weren’t there—he didn’t know how to say what he was feeling. But in the quiet, Damian didn’t need him to. The understanding between them was clear, even if neither one said it out loud.

The two men stood in the dark room, close but not touching, the weight of the silence heavy with all the things they both knew but couldn’t quite say. Jey didn’t know if he was ready to break free yet, but with Damian standing there, with that steady, unwavering presence, he was starting to believe he didn’t have to walk this path alone.

Damian’s lips parted as he leaned in, his breath warm against Jey’s ear. “I ain’t leaving you in the dark. You ain’t gotta be a sleepwalker no more, Jey.”

Jey closed his eyes, a sense of relief settling over him. He wasn’t sure what would happen next, or how to even move forward, but Damian’s presence, his words, they made it all feel a little less impossible. Maybe, just maybe, he could stop sleepwalking through his own life.

He didn’t answer back because he didn’t need to. With the new found respect that Jey had for Damian, hearing and understanding him was all he needed.

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Note: The atmosphere I wanted for this story is deeply influenced by the mood and themes in “Sleepwalker” by Adam Lambert, which talks about feeling lost, disconnected, and emotionally trapped. Not to mention it’s also a really good song imo. Anyway, with the emotional intensity, longing, and complexity of both Jey and Damian’s characters—especially in the moments where Jey feels like he’s been sleepwalking through his own life—are reflected in Damian’s desire to pull him out of that state! So Damian offers some understanding, companionship, and a way out, not just from the shadows but also from the emotional isolation Jey feels🫶🏽���

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