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If Damian wins (18+)

Damian Priest x Reader

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Riding. Oral. (M receiving) cum swallowing.

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~if Damian wins the WrestleMania match between him & Drew.

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The door swings open, & in walks Damian. Whose face had a few cuts on his handsome face, & you can just imagine what his body looks like.

He was freshly showered. His hair up, and the few pieces framing his face, were still a bit wet

He placed his bag on the dresser, leaning down over you, cupping your face as he said, "I won baby."

And then he kissed you.

Your hands went straight for the belt on his jeans, trying your hardest to get them undone, but he just moved your hands away.

He got undressed, only pulling away from the kiss to take his shirt off.

He laid down next to you in the bed, his hands roaming all over your body as you climbed on-top of him, not wanting to waste another second.

You raised your body as he gripped his cock with one hand, as his other hand was gripping your waist tightly as he lowered your body.

The moment his cock slipped inside of you, you let out a strangled moan at how big and thick he is.

You took your time as you took inch by inch of his cock, until your ass was setting against his thighs.

You were letting out little puffs of air, not believing how deep he was.

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Damian said through gritted teeth.

You raised yourself until just the tip was left inside of you.

You slammed back down, then two of you loudly groaning.

Damian's eyes screwed shut, and his legs were shaking underneath you.

You wanted to see him lose his mind, so you did that over and over again until Damian had enough.

He flipped you two over, grabbing your legs & placing them over his shoulders, folding you in half as he leaned over you.

He fucked you as hard & fast as he could, making you cry out his name over and over again like a damn prayer.

You were going to warn him that you were going to cum, but you didn't get a chance as your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Your whole body shaking as you came. Your hole fluttering around Damian's cock.

Damian couldn't hole back anymore as he pulled out of you, but you needed to taste him.

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock just as he grunted out your name.

The first rope of cum hitting the back of your throat as you quickly swallowed his spend.

You continued to suck until he gently pulled your head back. You opened your mouth to show you swallowed it all.

Damian kissed you, moaning at the taste of him on your lips.

"Time to sleep." You said, as the two of you laid in the bed.

Both of you falling to sleep quickly.

[eringobragh420]

➔ Pairing — Damian Priest ❤︎ f!Reader ❤︎ 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. ➔ Word Count — 2.4k ➔ Warnings — NSFW. Oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v and a, double penetration, praise, Daddy kink, name-calling, cum 18+ ➔ Taglist — If you’d like to be added, please click here! ➔ Requested By — @bearbutlikeprincessbear. Hope you enjoy! ➔ Support — Buy me a coffee! ☕ ➔ MASTERLIST, KINK LIST

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.”

જ⁀➴°⋆ Papi — Daddy

[kodasmind]

United front

Rhea X Reader X Damian

The crowd at Monday Night Raw was electric, the energy pulsating through the arena as fans eagerly awaited the next match. You stood backstage with Rhea Ripley, both of you watching the monitor as Damian Priest made his way to the ring. He was set to face JD McDonagh in what promised to be an intense bout.

"He's got this," Rhea said, her eyes fixed on the screen.

"Of course he does," you replied, sharing her confidence. Damian was a force to be reckoned with, and you knew he wouldn't go down easily.

The match began, and Damian took control early on, his power and agility on full display. However, as the fight progressed, JD managed to turn the tide, using his speed and technical skills to keep Damian on his toes. The two traded blows, each near-fall causing the crowd to gasp.

Just when it seemed Damian was about to secure the victory, Finn Bálor appeared at ringside. You felt a knot of dread form in your stomach as Finn slid into the ring, attacking Damian from behind. The referee called for the bell, disqualifying JD and awarding the match to Damian. But the assault didn't stop there.

As the bell rang, Dom Mysterio, Kalisto, and Liv Morgan joined Finn and JD, surrounding Damian. They began to pummel him, their combined assault overwhelming him. The crowd erupted in boos, but the beating continued.

"Come on, we have to help him!" Rhea shouted, already sprinting towards the curtain. You were right behind her, adrenaline surging through your veins.

Bursting onto the stage, the crowd's reaction shifted to cheers as you and Rhea charged towards the ring. Rhea slid in first, immediately going after Liv Morgan, her strength and fury on full display. You followed, targeting Kalisto with a series of rapid strikes.

The brawl was chaotic, each side trying to gain the upper hand. You managed to land a solid kick on Kalisto, sending him stumbling back. Rhea, meanwhile, lifted Liv and tossed her out of the ring with a powerful slam. Finn and JD turned their attention to you, but Damian, fueled by your support, fought back with renewed vigor.

He grabbed Finn, delivering a punishing chokeslam that shook the ring. You and Rhea teamed up against JD, your combined efforts finally driving him out of the ring. With Dom, Kalisto, and Liv already retreating, the attackers regrouped on the outside, glaring up at the three of you.

The crowd roared in approval as you helped Damian to his feet. He nodded his thanks, a determined look in his eyes. "Thanks for the save," he said, his voice hoarse from the fight.

"Anytime," Rhea replied, a fierce grin on her face. "They won't mess with you when we're around."

You gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "We're a team. We've got your back, always."

As the three of you stood tall in the ring, the fans cheered louder, the bond between you, Rhea, and Damian stronger than ever. You knew there would be more battles to come, but together, you were unstoppable.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Would you consider Damian doing super emotional and gentle aftercare? Like, an abundance of soft touches, and loving and reassuring praise and some tooth rotting fluff? It’s the hottest headcannon I’ve got for him and I can’t get enough of it 🥵

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SO GOOD TO ME

you hadn’t meant to fall apart in his arms like that.

but something about the way damian touched you slow yet passionate, like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held and had split wide open in the best, most overwhelming way.

and now here you were there. boneless. breathless. undone. completely torn apart.

your body trembled as you laid on the bed, your skin flushed and all sweaty. every part of you still echoing from the way he’d made love to you like you were a prayer and then destroyed and used you as you were his personal toy.

he hadn’t spoken yet but his hands hadn’t left you since the moment you collapsed against him - not even for a second.

your legs still wrapped around his waist, your cheek against his chest and damian’s arms were wrapped around you like he thought you might disappear if he let go.

you could hear the racing of his heart under your ear and it was the sound that anchored you to reality.

“baby…” he whispered, voice thick and low, the kind of soft that made you ache.

you didn’t respond. you couldn’t yet.

so he just kissed your hair.

his fingers moved up your back, barely brushing the surface of your skin. light touches like he was memorizing you all over again.

“you okay?”

you gave him the smallest nod.

he pulled back just far enough to look down at you, his dark eyes warm with concern and softness.

“ i need words baby, talk to me sweetheart” he needed to be sure that you were okay.

your throat felt tight.

“m’okay papi…” you whispered.

but he knew you and he heard the tremble in your voice.

he didn’t say anything - not at first. he just cupped the side of your face, tilting your chin up gently, his thumb stroking beneath your eye like he was trying to catch a tear that hadn’t even fallen.

“you’re safe” he said softly “i’ve got you. always.”

you felt your chest shake with a breath.

“did i hurt you mami?” he asked softly, making sure he didn’t go too hard.

he was strong and confident. he knew his ways. he knew that if he wanted something from you, he would get it one way or another. he knew he wrecked you apart tonight from edging and spanking you to overstimulate you and having you cum for him multiples times. but he also knew your boundaries and he never overstepped them. so, in times where he went too hard he would always make sure to give extra attention to the little details of your body and voice.

“you didn’t hurt me…” you said, because you knew he was scared of that. you always went quiet after intense moments like this and it made him worry - like he went too hard but you wouldn’t want to say it.

“i know…” he said nodding “but i still need to hear it.”

you looked up at him and something in your chest cracked wide open at the way he was looking at you - like you were breakable and holy and his.

“you were perfect” you said ”you always are.”

he let out a shaky breath and you realized he’d been holding it.

then he kissed you.

slow. careful. nothing like the desperate, deep kisses from earlier. this one was soft, warm, filled with something that made your stomach flutter.

when he pulled back, he brushed your hair behind your ear and looked down at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“do you want me to clean you up?” he asked gently already knowing the answer but yet he needed you to say it. he wouldn’t touch you if you didn’t want him to.

you nodded and he kissed your temple before slipping away from the bed.

you watched him move still naked, tall, and beautiful, but still so tender in everything he did.

he brought back a warm towel, lowering himself between your legs with the kind of care that made you tear up all over again.

“this okay?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours. he tried to be careful cleaning you. wiping away his cum that spilled down your thighs from moving even more slowly between your folds. he tried to be gentle when he saw you squirming “i know mami…i’ll be done in a second. is this okay?” he asked again.

“yeah…” you whispered “you’re always gentle with me.”

throwing the washcloth somewhere far away in the room, he took a minute watching you “baby” he whispered, voice so low and loving it made your stomach flutter “tell me how you’re doing.”

you took a breath, eyes glassy “i’m okay.”

it was clear to him that you were still high from pleasure, your mind wasn’t there completely.

“for real?” he asked, brushing your hair off your damp and sticky forehead “you sure any pain? anything feel weird? i need to know everything.”

you smiled weakly “no pain. just…soft. floaty.”

he let out the tiniest laugh under his breath and leaned forward to kiss your cheek “my sweet girl.”

he took a lotion from the nightstand and he gently rubbed it over your red breast and thighs, often making sure that you were truly okay.

“this still okay?”

“need me to slow down?”

“tell me if anything doesn’t feel good.”

you just nodded, your body melting into the mattress under every soft kiss he left over your cheeks and stroke of his big yet gentle hands.

once he was done, he kissed the inside of your knee and whispered “all done, baby. you did so good.”

he knew how important it was for you but mostly for him to remind you how good you were especially after he spent the whole night calling you “slut. whore. bitch.” - you knew that it wasn’t truly real but he needed that reminder for himself too.

you thought he’d climb back into bed but instead he disappeared into the living room this time. you heard the fridge open, some quiet rustling, then the soft click of the lamp turning on.

when he came back, he had water, your favorite snack, and one of his clean t-shirts that he got from his working bag in his hands.

“come here” he said gently, helping you sit up with both arms wrapped around your back “small sips first.”

he held the water bottle to your lips, watching you closely.

“there you go” he whispered “slow. just like that. you’re doing so good for me.”

you drank a little and then he offered you the snack. you giggled softly, reaching for it

“you’re spoiling me.”

“damn right i am” he said “you think i’m gonna let my girl go through all that and not take care of her? no chance.”

after you ate a bit and drank some more, he held up the shirt “arms up for me mami.”

you raised your arms slowly, and he carefully slid his oversized t-shirt over your head, easing it down your body like it was made of glass.

“perfect” he whispered “you look so good in my clothes.”

he tucked you under the covers and he took a few minutes to clean himself up too before he slipped in behind you, wrapping you up in his arms, skin to skin.

“everything feel okay now baby ?” he murmured against your shoulder.

you nodded, eyes already drifting shut.

“you’re safe. you’re cared for. you’re loved” he whispered.

he reminded you and he didn’t stop holding you. not even for a second.

“you’re so beautiful” he murmured.

from laying on his chest you tried to look away, but he didn’t let you.

“hey” he said, cupping your face “none of that. not right now. not ever.”

you blinked up at him, and he kissed your forehead.

“you know i love you, right?”

you nodded, your throat thick.

“you know there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do for you?”

another nod.

he pressed his forehead to yours.

“then believe me when i say… that wasn’t just sex for me. it never is with you….and i wanna thank you for trusting me, for this…” he felt vulnerable in that moment and so were you.

a tear slipped down your cheek and he wiped it gently.

“that was you giving me every piece of yourself and i’ll spend the rest of my life taking care of you mami.”

you didn’t know what to say. you just clung to him, burying your face in his chest as more tears slipped out - not from sadness. just from how full your heart felt.

you always felt emotional after intense scenes like tonight.

“i’ve got you” he whispered, wrapping you up in his arms.

he held you like that for a long time. rubbing your back. whispering soft things in your ear. brushing your hair with his fingers.

you didn’t even realize you’d drifted off until you woke up to him twenty minutes later still there, still holding you, like you hadn’t moved at all.

his lips were at your hairline, his breath soft. he definitely felt calmer. like he knew you were safe.

“hi” he whispered when he saw your eyes flutter open.

“hi” you croaked.

“how’s my girl feeling?”

you smiled sleepily “safe…”

his face lit up.

“yeah?” he asked, voice rough from emotion.

“yeah” you nodded “thank you for being so good to me.”

he kissed your nose “thank you for letting me mami.”

you snuggled closer and he let out the softest little sigh, like he’d been waiting for this all night.

and then he whispered something that made your heart flip.

“i’ve never loved anyone the way i love you.”

you blinked up at him, tears pricking again.

“damian…”

“no” he said softly “i need you to hear it.”

he held your face in his hands “i love you so much mami…”

and you knew, in that moment - wrapped in his arms, held with so much love you could barely breathe - that he meant every single word.

[starlightsreigns]

slow down | the judgment day

summary ⇢ maia looks innocent, that's her trademark, but a certain group of misfits knows an act when they see one. it's time to test their theory, and they've met their match - she's their hardest opponent yet and she's here to win. warnings ⇢ 18+ nsfw! unprotected sex, public (sorta) sex, cursing, drinking. smut x1000, minors please don't interact!! word count ⇢ 3.4k

author's note ⇢ pls this is truly material to call me a sl*t, but here we are with NO shame. one of the only work that I have that's more than two people, so... yeah. part two, maybe???

darling, slow down

Maia’s hips sway to the beat of the loud music blaring in the club. Her hands are in the air, completely in a different headspace, thanks to the immeasurable amount of liquor she’s consumed in the past hour and a half. Her friends surround her, almost as a shield, in their own worlds. Her eyes slowly close, feeling free, not even realizing the eyes that we’re watching her, interested, thirsty, and ready to pounce.

Damian sits at the back of the room, perfectly centered to where Maia is dancing. He crosses his arms, so transfixed on her that he doesn’t even hear what his stablemates are talking about. 

“Uh-oh, look who found Maia.” Dominic slaps his hand on Damian’s shoulder, peering over to watch Maia. “Damn, man, I get it, she’s..” He trails off, almost lost in her movements. 

As the song changes, Maia opens her eyes, perfectly falling on Damian through the crowd. She smiles realizing his gaze on her. For a second, she contemplates her next move, but the fire from his gaze lights something deep inside her and she goes with the action she’d never do on a sober mind because she was way too chicken to ever do it. Her long legs are bare, her skirt is short and her stride is long and sultry as she approaches where The Judgement Day members all sit. She glances at them all, taking a moment to lick her lip. 

“Anyone wanna dance?” She leans over to ask, her breast slightly on display and the guys can’t help but take a look. 

Rhea sits back, taking in the slightly younger woman and how everything she wears hugs her body in the right way. Her eyes settle a moment on the black bralette she’s wearing and the way it doesn’t hide her hard nipples, even in the dark. Dominik focuses on her perfectly red lips and the way the lipstick hasn’t moved all night and the way he wants to smudge it. He shifts in his seat, trying to push the thought away before it manifests in a way he couldn’t hide it. Finn, on the other opposite side of Damian whose sitting in the middle, has his eyes on the length of her skirt and the way that he could drag her into the bathroom and fuck her over the sink without messing up her outfit. Then there was Damian, who is stuck on the thought that Maia wasn’t as innocent as she portrays on screen or backstage — he could see it in the way her eyes light up.

As the next song picks up, Damian stands, “I’ll take a dance with you.” He glances back at his stablemates, sending them a knowing nod. “She’ll be right back.”  

Their plan was in action, and little did they know, Maia was on a mission of her own tonight. 

Slow down. 

Maia clasps Damian’s hand as she leads him to the dance floor. A nice funky, R&B beat fills the tight space. With her back pressing onto him they move slowly and sensually. She is pleasantly surprised at the way Damian falls into step with her. The lyrics felt directed to them and she can’t help but turn to look at the older man. 

Baby, I’ve been fantasizing, just looking in your eye.

Their eyes lock on each other. Someone stumbles past and pushes them further together. Maia rest her hand on Damian’s hard chest, her motions still on the beat. Damian snakes his hand around her back, following. 

You know I’m looking for more, and you’re what I’ve been praying for.

Maia turns again, pressing her ass against Damian’s crotch, whining down, bending at the waist to slowly grind against him. His hands move towards her hips, dangerously close to her ass, and squeezing. 

I’m not one to play around like this, it’s so real, and I love how it feels, love it when we slowly sway.

She comes back up to rest against his chest, laying her head back to look up at him. They sway with the music, Damian's arms now around her stomach, staring back at her. 

I love the way we move, the way we move. 

Maia smiles to herself, feeling his light touch – Damian’s hands start at her shoulders, lightly tumbling down her exposed sides. His warm hand on her lower back makes her hum as she glances back at him. His head ducks down to press a warm kiss on her neck. She sets a hand against his thigh, wanting him to get closer to her. His scent was intoxicating and that’s all she wanted. 

We can have every night, yeah, we can have every day. Ooh, I want you too. I need you.

They stay like that for a while. Maia lets her eyes shut, letting the music take control. She doesn’t even realize the effect that she’s having on the Puerto Rican man behind her or his friends seated not too far away from them, completely checked in to what’s going on. 

And when the song transitions to another, Damian goes to move back, but she holds him in place, turning to look up at him. Nothing is said as he lets his hand slightly fall a little lower, resting on her ass. They don’t move, feeling everyone else around them. Her hand rests on his tattooed arm, slightly grazing her fingernails down making him unknowingly shudder. 

Dominik comes up from behind Damian, resting his hand on her hip. Her bright eyes met his with a smile. He pulls her into him and her thoughts shift. His hand lays flat on her stomach with her back to him, once again dancing. 

“You’re too sexy.” He mutters in her ear and she presses her thighs together in search of some relief from the pressure. “Don’t push it away.” Dominik kisses her neck. 

She throws her head back gently into his neck with her eyes closed. Dominik bites his lip, focused on that red lipstick again, desperately wanting to kiss and taste her. Maia puckers her lips, leaning up slowly as he leans down to meet her lips. The kiss is slow and deliberate. Dominik spins her around so they’re chest to chest, reconnecting their lips. She caresses his arm, lost in a trance for a while. 

“Come home with us.” Dominic breathlessly whispers in her ear, letting his hand travel down to the hem of her short skirt. 

Maia turned slowly taking him in, “And what will I win if I do.” Her lips moved perfectly and that’s all Dominik could focus on. “Lost for words?” She teases. 

“We’ll make it worth your time, mami, I promise.” 

He glances back, locking eyes with who could only be described as The Demon. Finn takes his time coming to meet the pair. Dominik gives his place. Maia’s eyes are low in the smoky room and it could drive the Irishmen crazy — and when she licks her lip, he has no choice but to give in to his desires, knowing that he couldn’t wait any longer. 

“C’mere.” His voice was thick with lust. 

Finn leads Maia past the bar, towards a bathroom, pushing the door open with his back. His friends shared a look, knowing things were going perfectly. The bathroom, matching the atmosphere of the club, was dim. He locks the door behind him and stalks towards her, where she leans against the sink, one heel slowly kicked up. Maia smirks when he finally stands in front of her. The music still pulsates through the room and her eyes dips from his to the front of his pants, pleasantly surprised to see how rock solid he was. 

It all felt like slow motion — Finn grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around to face the mirror. They stare at each other through it and Maia can’t help but press her ass against him, moving slowly, teasingly. 

“C’mon, don’t try to be a gentleman, take what you’ve come to get.” Her voice was laced with sex. She slowly hikes up her skirt, arching her back as she leans over — nothing hiding her pussy from his vision. 

At the sight, Finn groans, unzipping his pants. Maia’s breath gets stuck in her throat, feeling the tip of his dick pressing against her entrance. Her lips find themselves between her teeth again, feeling Finn pushes into her slowly. Her mouth hangs open slightly, a moan escaping. When he’s flesh against her, Finn moves his hand to sit around her stomach, pulling her up against his chest and thrusting deep. 

“Fuck.” The profanity leaves her mouth. 

As the music picks up, so does Finn’s movement. It’s not soft and she loved every second of it, he pounds into her as if he knew that’s exactly what she liked. And Maia feels like she’s on cloud fucking nine. The moans never stop from her and Finn can’t control himself at the faces she makes. He hits her g-spot, over and over, pushing deeper into her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Maia is breathless, holding onto Finn’s arm, squeezing tightly.

He didn't let up and Maia was in absolute bliss. Finn’s hand moves from her stomach, down to her clit, rubbing along to his pace, making Maia reach her peak quicker. A single tear falls from her eyes and Finn kisses it, feeling her cling around him. 

A moan falls from his lips, “Go on, baby, come for me.” He bites her lips softly as she completely falls apart against him, feeling the orgasm shake her to the core. “Good girl.” He grunts, and his pace becomes sloppy. 

Maia has to muster all the power in her body to pull him out of her, crouching down in her heels to take him in her mouth. She strokes his dick, letting the tip hit the back of her throat until Finn’s eyes squeeze shut, coming down her throat. His groans are like music to her ears and when she swallows, she looks up at him through her eyelashes, plastering an innocent look on her face. 

She stands up, pulling her skirt down. Maia presses a kiss on his neck, smiling at the light red stain that she leaves. Her finger lightly traces it. 

“Wanna take me home?” Her manicured finger rests on his bottom lip. “I’ll think about it.” She winks, stepping out of the bathroom, and leaving him to get situated.

After more dancing, Maia stepped out of the club in desperate need of fresh air. She leans against the windows of the building, staring out at the parking lot. Even after her bathroom quickie earlier, she wasn’t satisfied and the cold air hitting her skin only heightened that need. As if on cue, Dominik pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landing on hers. 

“What you doin’ out here, mama?” Dominik comes up to her, pulling her towards him.

“Just gettin’ some air, what’s up with you, Dom?” Maia hooks her finger around one of his belt loops. “Come to keep me company?” 

They shared a quick look that solidified the fact that they weren’t outside for air. 

The car is parked in the back corner of the parking lot. Maia rested her back on the cool leather, humming as Dominik peppered kisses on her warm skin. She smells like a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. He lays his hand gently on her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. They maintain eye contact as his finger finds her heat, slowly running a finger through her slick folds. Maia bites her bottom lip with an exhale, resting her head back. 

“So fucking pretty.” He murmurs, sliding a finger into her wet cunt. Maia’s mouth slightly falls open, arching her back looking for more. “Mm, so wet.” 

“Fuck me, please,” She whined.

Dominik chuckled, drinking her in as he unbuckled his belt. Maia had her skirt bunched up around her stomach and her top down slightly to expose her hard nipples. Maia sits up slowly as he pulls his dick out of his pants, stroking a couple of times, his eyes on her. 

“Come ride me, baby.” 

Maia peels off the leather, straddling over him, pressing a kiss onto his lips as he pushes into her. Dominik squeezes one of her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipple. The sound of their slapping skin is the only sound in the car. 

“fuck,” Maia moans, resting her forehead against his. “oh yeah, just like that.” She holds his face in her palms, printing her red lipstick all over his mouth.

Their pace quickens and their moans start to mix together. The windows start to fog as Maia throws her head back, holding onto Dominik’s shoulder trying to chase the high. His hands connect with her ass several times, the slaps ringing out in the car. Maia groans, 

“You look so fuckin’ good, baby,” Dominik murmurs in her ear. “Come here.”

The new position had Dominik hovering over her with Maia’s legs basically touching the roof of the car. A yelp escaped from her mouth when he slid back in her, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. The pleasure rushed over her again. Her breath caught in her throat, pressing her hand against his chest. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Maia moaned, filled with lust. “Holy shit.” she gasped feeling the butterflies in her stomach. 

Dominik’s moans and grunts filled her ears as he drilled into her at a relentless pace. Maia could barely open her eyes to see the fogged-up windows or his sweaty chest, all she could see was stars and her release on the brink. She was so close. 

“Go ‘head, Maia.” Dominik’s voice lulled her on. “Cum for me.” 

And with that, Maia feels all her walls tighten. She lets out a ragged breath as he fucks her through her climax and proceeds to chase his. Maia locked eyes with him while licking her still-red lips. That tears Dominik apart as he pulls out, cumming over her stomach with a grunt. 

Maia smiles drunkenly, closing her eyes for a moment in bliss. 

— 

 The air in the car was thick. The anticipation of what was coming was enough to power the city. Damian sits behind the steering wheel, Finn in the passenger seat with Maia in the backseat between Dominik and Rhea. Her eyes slowly look up to the rearview mirror, catching Damian's gaze as she licks her lip. His hands tighten around the steering wheel, impatiently. 

—

The house is impressive, but Maia’s thoughts were on everything but that. She holds a new cocktail in a square glass in her hands. She stares out at a pool in the backyard, nearly done with her drink when someone comes up behind her. The lights in the room are low, and music from the club is playing. The person behind her moves her hair, resting a kiss on her neck. She slowly closes her eyes, leaning back against them. 

“I never got that dance.” Rhea’s Australian accent fills her ears. 

Maia turns, setting her glass down. “I can give you a dance.” She murmurs, looking around the room to see them alone. “Or something better.” 

Rhea leans down, taking Maia’s lip into hers, kissing her roughly, trying to memorize her sweet taste. She leans down, hooking her arms under Maia’s ass and wrapping her legs around her waist. The kiss is breathless and they both refuse to be the first to pull away. 

“I have plans for you, baby.” Rhea bites Maia’s bottom lip. “But you have to wait.” She presses her lips to Maia’s one more time before setting her down. 

Dominik appears beside Rhea, taking the chance to capture Maia’s lips in a deep kiss, smacking her ass. She rests her hand around the back of his neck, letting her nails graze over the soft skin then moves them down to the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin. Dominik, not breaking the kiss, moves them back to the center of the room. Another body presses up behind her, peppering kisses on her neck. 

“Let’s take you upstairs.” Finn says, lightly nibbling her ear. 

Finn leads them up the stairs, with Dominik closely behind Maia. She holds onto his hand, keeping them both steady as they enter the dimly lit room. Maia takes a moment to scan the room — it’s huge, and her eyes land on two armchairs near the window where Rhea and Damian were sitting, having stopped their conversation at the sight of her. 

Maia walks around to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the pair. She grabs the straps of her top, sliding them down her shoulder slowly, giving them all a view of her breast. She bites her lip, resting on the palm of her hands when Rhea gets up, stalking her like prey. 

“Touch me, gorgeous.” Maia groans softly. 

The Australian woman caresses Maia’s thighs, deeply gazing into the eyes of the woman under her, then gets on her knees to come face to face with her dripping wet cunt. Rhea places a soft kiss on her inner thigh, so close to Maia’s heat causing her to softly fall back against the mattress. Finn and Dominik watched for a moment but received a look from Damian and took their leave.  When Rhea’s tongue met Maia’s clit, a deep sigh left her lip, slowly arching her back. She can’t help but tangle her fingers in Rhea’s hair. 

“So good.” She moans, her breath hitching in her throat. 

Rhea rests her arm over Maia’s lower stomach, keeping her in place as she devours her as if it were her last supper. Her tongue swirls over Maia’s bundle of nerve, her tongue laying flat, sucking roughly on her clit. Maia couldn’t help but grip the sheets, trying to keep her body flat on the bed, but her body had a mind of its own. The euphoric feeling washed over her, leaving her breathless. Her breathing was labored and her hands searched for something, anything. The release was so close that she couldn’t help but shut her eyes as it washed over her with so much force. 

“Good girl,” Rhea purrs, licking her lip as Maia tries to find her breath. 

Her fingers dug into Maia’s hips to keep her still as she ate her like a starved woman’s first meal in years. Maia tried to push her legs together but was unsuccessful as Rhea dipped a tongue into her, disarming her immediately. She grinded down into Rhea’s face, moaning loudly. Maia glanced to the side to see Damian watching them intently and that only turned her own even more as she threw her head back. 

As Maia tiptoed the edge, the rougher Rhea got until she couldn’t take it any longer. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight, she came so hard until all she saw was blackness. Her breath was ragged as Rhea kissed up her body until her lips were on Maia’s in the softest kiss ever. All Maia could do was murmur a word, but she wasn’t even sure of what she said. 

It took a while for her to come to, but when she did, Maia realized that it was just her and Damian in the room. He stood from his chair and came to the front of the bed as Maia got up onto her knees. She watched him carefully as she fixed her clothes. Maia licked her lips as he crouched down to her eye level. 

“Is the nice girl back?” he teased with a smirk. 

Maia shrugged her shoulder, “who says that wasn’t the nice girl?” she whispered, looking at him from underneath her eyelashes. “I been watching you priest, you can’t fool me.” 

Damian chuckled, “and what do you mean by that, Maia?” 

“I want you and you want me all to yourself, am I right?” Maia questioned, moving closer to him. “Because I see how you look at me, I see how you all look at me, but you in particular…” 

Maia gave a dramatic sigh, “I can feel your eyes on my body, so I walk slower. Baby, I always know when you’re around, just tell me I’m wrong.” 

The room felt 1000 degrees hotter as they stared at each other. Damian took in the way Maia rubbed his arm then laid back onto her elbows on the bed, watching him with an innocent smile as if she didn’t just turn him on. 

“I want you, Maia.”

:) thank you for reading. let me know if I should do a pt. 2, but I fear I write too much damian x

[ripleylove]

The light of the group.

requested by: @princessthatcantfuckingsleep saying: Omg hiiiii I love Ur writing 🩷🤍idk if you do The Judgment day x reader [platonic] BUT IF YOU DOOOOcan you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close with The Judgment day as she's in the group, but she's like a more bubby/girly add on ,but one day Somone makes fun of her for standing out so much/being different than the rest of the group and she gets kinda insecure about it?Like just some platonic comfort ISTG I LUV IT SM, IF YOU DO THIS TYSMMM🤍🩷

pairing: the judgement day x fem reader (platonic)

genre:angst,comfort

summary: Shayna decides to make you feel insecure, but Rhea,Dom,Damian and Finn are here to tell you otherwise.

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Well,let's say that you were kinda different from the judgment day.

They were dark,serious and intimidating, while you were the exact opposite: you were bubbly,optimistic and girly.

You stood out from the faction,because you were young and happy,and this was never a problem to you and to the members of the judgment day.

They loved you for being yourself,the light that contrasted with the darkness of the group.

The five of you always had the best fun together, and,in the ring, you all were unstoppable.

Until,during Monday Night Raw,you heard Rhea and Shayna Baszler talking backstage.

"I don't think she fits the group really well," Shayna mumbled to Rhea, "She's just so different,why did you even let her join?" Shayna said with an annoying tone,while Rhea was starting to get irritated.

"Listen,Shayna, i really love you and all but her difference from us and the reason why she joined are none of your business. So please,shut the fuck up." Rhea answered with a sarcastic smile,while getting up to do her entrance for a promo.

You hurriedly ran off,trying not to get caught,but you were stopped by Shayna's hand gripping strongly your arm. You tried to break free,but you weren't as strong as her.

"So,listen to me,for once and for all. You do not belong here and in the judgment day,get this in your head. You do not fit that faction and you must leave. You,a clingy and annoying good for nothing,stole my place in the judgment day. I hope they make you leave,because you don't deserve to be in that faction and in WWE at all. Got it?"

Her cruel words felt like daggers in your heart. Did you really not belong with them? Do they want you to leave? Are they faking it all because they're waiting you to leave?

Tears started to flow,and Shayna finally let go of you.

You started to ran,with no destination at all,just trying to get away from there as soon as possible,until Damian saw you.

"Princesa! Wait! What's happening?" He shouted while chasing behind you.

Your breath was shaky and your nose was blocked form all the snot that formed while you were crying,so you started to slow down.

Damian took advantage of this,and he catched up to you,holding your arms.

"Y/N,what happened to you? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? Tell me,mi amor." He said softly after he noticed your tear stained cheeks and your red face.

"You come here just because you're pitying me right? Because you all want me to leave!" You chuckled,while tears were still flowing down your eyes.

"What?" Damian was confused: why did you even think about that?

"Oh,you know well what I'm talking about. You all want me to leave because I don't fit the standards of the judgment day and because I'm annoying. Right?"

...

"What the fuck?" Damian started, "Who told you that?" He asked,but he didn't even give you time to answer.

"Listen,amorcito,everything you said is completely wrong. What's the problem of being different? We love you the same,and your talent is unmatched. Do you think we would fake all the laughs,the hugs and the tears? Who told you that?"

Your lips started to wobble again,and Damian quickly pulled you in his embrace. "We love you,Y/N. Never doubt about that. Without you we would be like a puzzle that missed a piece,you're special to us. Do you want me to call the others so we can cuddle all together?" He asked with a soft tone,and you nodded,wanting to feel the comfort of your best friends.

After almost 5 minutes,you could see Rhea,Finn and Dominik running towards you. "Baby! We're here now." Rhea almost instantly hugged you tight,comforting you in one of the best ways.

"Damian told us what happened. We love you,lass,don't even think otherwise. You're the missing piece of our puzzle,you make us feel complete." Finn said while carefully stroking your hair,and Damian quickly exclaimed: "That's what I told her too!"

"The husbands are telepathic again." Rhea said while teasingly rolling her eyes,causing the five of you to giggle.

"Dulceza,did you think about those bad things by yourself,or somebody told you that?" Dom asked while stroking your cheeks.

You just mumbled "Shayna",not even wanting to remember the moment.

"Puta",Damian said under his breath.

"Oh,she's gonna pay for this" Rhea said,but she got interrupted by Finn.

"Okay okay we got it,we're gonna let her pay for what she did but first let's eat something!"

"CHICKEN TENDERS!!!!!!" Dom excitedly exclaimed, with his eyes lighting up.

So you really do belong there.

taglist: @stellakiddsblog @bibibi-tchx

[keekee-23]

Beardless Betrayal

A Y/N x Damian Priest Fluff Fanfiction

Summary: Damian shaves his beard, shocking his baby daughter Luna, who bursts into tears, leaving him scrambling to win back her trust.

The living room was a cheerful mess of colorful toys and soft baby laughter. Six-month-old Luna sat on the plush rug, surrounded by stuffed animals, blocks, and a teething ring she was gnawing on with great determination. Y/N lounged on the couch nearby, watching her baby girl with a mix of amusement and adoration. Luna’s laugh was infectious, and her tiny giggles brightened the room like sunlight.

In the bathroom, Damian Priest leaned over the sink, scrutinizing himself in the mirror. His goatee—his trademark look—had become unruly in ways he didn’t like and making his skin itch. He scratched at his jawline, grimacing.

"Yeah, this has gotta go," he muttered, reaching for his trimmer.

He hesitated for a moment, staring at his reflection. It had been months since he’d gone clean-shaven, and the thought made him a little nervous. But then he shrugged. "It always grows back," he reasoned, flicking on the razor. "No big deal."

The sound of buzzing filled the bathroom as Damian went to work, carefully shaving off the layers of dark stubble until his skin was smooth. When he finally rinsed his face and looked in the mirror, he hardly recognized himself.

"Whoa," he said, tilting his head to examine the result. "Damn, I look... younger." He chuckled, running a hand over his now-bare chin. "All right, let’s see what the girls think."

Feeling lighter and more refreshed, Damian stepped into the living room with a grin. Y/N glanced up first, her eyes immediately widening in shock.

"Luis!" she exclaimed, sitting up straight.

Luna, hearing her mother’s startled tone, looked up from her teething ring and locked eyes with Damian. She froze, her tiny brows furrowing as she stared at her dad. Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his chin, as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle.

Then it happened.

Luna’s face crumpled. Her bottom lip quivered. A deep, sorrowful wail erupted from her, and her arms shot out toward Y/N as if begging for rescue from the stranger who had invaded their home.

Y/N blinked, stunned, before quickly scooping Luna into her arms. "Oh no, baby, it’s okay! It’s okay!" she cooed, bouncing Luna gently. "It’s just Daddy!" She turned to Damian, her lips twitching as she fought to keep a straight face. "Luis, what have you done?"

Damian stood there, dumbfounded, his hands half-raised as if to plead his innocence. "What do you mean, what have I done? I just shaved! That’s all!"

Luna, however, wasn’t buying it. She buried her face in Y/N’s shoulder, crying as though her world had been turned upside down.

Y/N couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. "Luis," she said, shaking her head as she rubbed Luna’s back, "she doesn’t even recognize you! You broke her little heart."

"I broke her heart?!" Damian exclaimed, pointing to his face. "It’s still me! Same voice, same eyes, same everything—just less hair!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, her expression both amused and sympathetic. "Apparently, the goatee was part of your whole identity, babe. She’s not ready for this kind of change."

Damian groaned, running a hand over his bare chin. "Come on, Luna. It’s Daddy! Look, see?" He crouched down, trying to make eye contact with his daughter. He spoke in a playful tone, the same one that usually made her giggle. "Mami, it’s me. You’re not even giving me a chance here!"

Luna peeked at him from the safety of Y/N’s shoulder, her teary eyes full of distrust. She sniffled, her tiny fists clutching at her mom’s shirt as if to say, Who is this strange man, and why is he pretending to be Daddy?

Y/N laughed so hard her sides hurt. "You’ve got some work to do, Luis. She looks like she’s about to call security on you."

Damian threw his hands in the air. "Oh, come on! It’s not that serious!" He sighed, then leaned closer to Luna, speaking softly. "Okay, Luna. I’ll grow it back. I promise. Daddy made a mistake, and he’s sorry."

Luna’s cries softened, turning into quiet sniffles as she studied him intently. Slowly, she reached out a tiny hand, her fingers brushing against his smooth chin. She patted it, her expression one of deep confusion. Then, as if coming to a decision, she smacked his cheek with surprising force.

Y/N doubled over with laughter. "I think that’s her way of saying, ‘Don’t ever do this again.’"

Damian groaned dramatically, though he couldn’t help but smile as he cradled Luna in his arms. "Noted. Beard stays. Daddy’s not making this mistake twice."

Y/N grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Good. You’ve learned your lesson."

Damian looked at Luna, who was now starting to giggle again as she tugged on his nose. He smiled, his heart melting. "You’re lucky you’re cute," he said softly, kissing her forehead.

Y/N smirked. "She’s lucky? Luis, you’re the one who needs to win her back."

Damian sighed. "Great. My own daughter’s already harder to impress than her mom."

Luna squealed in delight, as if she understood the joke, and Damian shook his head with a chuckle. "At least one of you is laughing now."

[usomads]

𝔲𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔰'𝔰 𝔴𝔴𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

◦ There's No Going Back

◦ Never Have I Ever

◦ Baby, It's Cold Outside

◦ Pin Me

◦ Finisher (sequel to Pin Me)

◦ All-Inclusive

◦ Don't Knock It 'Til You Try It

◦ Make You Sweat

◦ Slow Burn

◦ Celoso

◦ You're My Problem

◦ Sanctuary

◦ Under The Mistletoe

coming soon...

coming soon...

◦ Paradise- Roman Reigns x Jey Uso x Reader

◦ Tag Team- Roman Reigns x Jey Uso x Reader

◦ Masquerade- Damian Priest x Reader

◦ Red-Handed- Roman Reigns x Reader

[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.” 

[ms-wwe]

Can we all just agree on one thing here...

Rhea and Damian should be the birth of mixed tag team titles. There, I said it.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

Hi can you please do a Damian Priest x Reader where the reader and Damian are dating and she gets jealous about him and Kayden are making TikTok videos together ( I love Kayden and her videos ❤️). And a fluff at the end.

●Damian Priest x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting in the passenger's seat in my best friend Zelina Vega's car, I am scrolling on TikTok as she is driving us to our next location. I come across Kayden's video and the corner says "POV: he asks you to drive." I watch it and as the camera turns towards the passenger seat, Damian's body comes into frame making me gasp.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Kayden posted another video. And apparently she is driving Damian to the next show. When he told me he was going by himself."

"Girl.... I told you he was no good for you."

"I know. You have told me multiple times."

"Yes I have. And now he is over here taking videos with Kayden acting like they are together. Again. Maybe when we get to the hotel, you take him off your reservation for the room and make him have his own room. He didn't tell you he was going with Kayden than he can be surprised about his own hotel room when he gets there."

"I guess you are right. I am very pissed off about this."

"Give him a taste of his own medicine."

I shake my head, close my phone and lay against the seat starting to fall asleep.

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*at the hotel*

We walk up to the counter and a nice lady greets us.

"Hello ladies. How may I help you?"

"I'm checking in for Y/N."

"Y/N and Damian?"

"No. Just Y/N. I don't want Damian on the reservation anymore."

"Okay. I can do that for you. Give me a few minutes."

She goes on typing on the computer while we wait. Zelina goes to another lady to check in. The lady gives me my keycard and all the information making sure Damian has been taken off the reservation. We grab our belongings and head up to our hotel rooms. I say goodbye to Zelina, swipe my card and enter my room. I throw my bags on the bed and flop down next to them. Next thing I know I am fast asleep.

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*later in the night*

"Y/N! Y/N!"

I sit up, rub my face and try to understand why I hear someone yelling my name from the hallway. I get up putting my shirt and sweatpants back on that I apparently took off some time while I was sleeping. I walk up to the door and listen to who is shouting.

"Y/N! I will break down every one of these doors until I find you!"

"Please calm down."

I open the door and slightly look out seeing Damian looking super angry standing in the hallway and Kayden in front of him with her hands on his chest trying to get him to calm down. I open the door and lean against the doorframe crossing my arms. He sees me and pushes past Kayden walking up to me.

"Y/N! Why did you take me off our reservation?! You have someone else here?!"

He pushes me out of the way of the door and walks into my room. A tear rolls down my cheek at the questions he just asked me. He starts walking around my room looking for someone when I am the only one in my room. Kayden comes up next to me, puts a hand on my shoulder and looks in at Damian.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you in any way. If there is anyth....."

I stop her before she keeps talking.

"Its not you. You didn't do anything wrong. He lied to me. And now he thinks I'm cheating on him."

"I'm gonna go."

She turns and runs down the hallway when I turn looking at Damian who is standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. I close the door, turn to look at him and cross my arms as well.

"Care to explain why you took me off our reservation?"

"Care to explain why you lied to me and got a ride from Kayden?"

"I didn't lie to you! Kayden is my friend! I asked her to drive me because I was exhausted from having the main event of Raw! You already left with Zelina! I didn't wanna fall asleep behind the wheel!"

"You told me to leave with Zelina! That you would be fine driving by yourself! You didn't even text me to tell me you were going with Kayden! Than you keep making these tik tok videos together and everyone thinks you two are together and dating! Like you left me behind! You barely take pictures with me but you take videos with everyone else! How do you think I feel?!"

"I don't know how you feel because you never talk to me about your feelings!"

"I try but you never seem to have time to sit down and talk! You are either wrestling or hanging out with your friends! Then when you come back home to me, you go right to bed! When is there time to talk?"

He stares at me, looking like he doesn't know what to say. I wipe the tears that have seemed to start running down my face as I just laid out all my feelings to Damian. I take a deep breath and sit down on the bed.

"Y/N, I'm sorry...."

"Damian, I don't wanna hear you are sorry. I love you. But you really need to work on communication with me and spending more time with me. That's all I ask."

He kneels down in front of me putting his hands on the top of my knees looking up at me.

"Babygirl, I love you more than you will ever know. I will work on communication with you and we will spend way more time together that you might get sick of me."

I giggle looking at him. He puts his hands on my cheeks looking at me smiling.

"I promise Y/N. With my whole heart. I love you."

"I love you too."

He pulls my face to his and kisses me hard. He starts pushing me back on the bed climbing over top of me still kissing me. Seems I will be in for a long night.....

THE END.

[eringobragh420]

➔ Pairing — Damian Priest ❤︎ f!Reader ➔ Summary — Damian’s girlfriend is pissed off. ➔ Word Count — 2.3k ➔ Warnings — NSFW. D/s undertones, rough, unprotected p in v, slapping, cum. 18+ ➔ Notes — Spanish translations are at the end of the story provided by Google Translate. ➔ Taglist — If you'd like to be added, please click here! ➔ Support — Buy me a coffee! ☕ ➔ MASTERLIST, KINK LIST

“Don’t fucking touch me, Priest,” she says, yanking her arm out of his grasp before shoving his stupid, giant body as hard as she can. He stumbles back a couple steps, arms spread, palms to his girlfriend, and the unadulterated befuddlement painted on his face is enough to make her head explode.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Damian chuckles.

“What’s wrong with me?” she screams. Damian’s smirk is gone in an instant and his muscles stiffen, bringing him to his full terrifying height, but she can’t back down now. Not after what she just saw. Fuck him and the click he claims. “The fuck is wrong with you?” she continues yelling. They’re drawing attention—well, she is, anyway—but she couldn’t care less. She wants these people—his friends, coworkers, bosses, fans—to know exactly how much Damian Priest sucks, what kind of man is, what kind of boyfriend he is.

“Come here,” he grumbles, snatching her bicep, squeezing hard enough she knows there will be a bruise left behind, and he lifts, nearly bringing her feet off the ground, making it completely impossible for her to escape this time. She feels like her shoulder is dislocating the closer they get to the locker room, and she’s nearly flung into the door when it opens unexpectedly.

“Everything … okay here?” Seth Rollins asks, chocolate eyes passing back and forth between the couple.

“Everything’s fine,” Damian roars, swinging the tiny woman inside the empty locker room. As she goes by, she lifts her middle finger at Rollins, who instantly backs away, hands up, not wanting any trouble. Damian releases his death grip on her arm before kicking the door closed behind him. “Okay.” He sets his hands on his trim hips, shrugging, big eyes and raised brows. “Seriously. What’s your problem?”

Her lips purse as she massages her arm and considers his question. On one hand, she’s pissed because the asshole should know what he did. On the other hand, she could accuse him only to have him deny it, and then what does she do? On the other, other hand—a much smaller, less significant, barely existing other, other hand—there’s a chance she’s wrong, and while it would be good news, she would be embarrassed, and their relationship would be damaged … if it isn’t already. But then the image from earlier flashes in her brain and, not only does she want to die a little, she believes she knows the truth, so decides to stay the course.

“You’re—” She clears her throat because suddenly it’s scratchy and it hurts much like the pain in her chest. “You’re cheating on me.”

The allegation hangs heavily in the ether. She feels stupid actually saying the words. She never, in a million years, would have believed him to be the type, but she knows what her eyes saw. Rhea Ripley—the incomparable, exquisitely beautiful—Rhea Bloody Ripley in Damian’s strong arms, her muscular legs wrapped around his waist. They weren’t kissing, but they might as well have been, and somehow, in her crumbling mental capacity, that alone served as plenty of evidence for an affair.

“What?” Damian asks, the tone of his voice lowering several levels. “I’m—” He pauses, shaking his head. “You think I’m cheating on you?”

“Yeah, Damian, you’re fucking cheating on me,” she replies with more force than she thought she was capable of.

He nods, plump lips forming a deep frown. “And you thought acting like a psychopath in front of everyone we know was the way to handle it?”

“I don’t hear you denying it,” she seethes, nostrils flaring. Her skin crawls at the thought of the two of them together. She wants to vomit imagining a life without her Papí. She just can’t fucking believe they’ve ended up here.

“I shouldn’t have to,” Damian replies, bending over to her height. “You’re talkin’ nonsense!”

“I saw you, Damian. I fucking saw both of you.”

He shakes his head, shoulders coming up to his ears as he considers her statement. And then it dawns on him—she watches in real time as the lightbulb flashes on above his stupid man bun. “Are you talkin’ about Rhea?”

Her mind is blank, erased like a math problem on a chalkboard, leaving her heart in control of her body—and right now?—that heart is fractured, splintering, promising to disintegrate at any given moment. She feels her feet moving of their own volition, closing the space between them. She stands before him for half a moment at less than half his height before reeling back and slapping him across the face. The palm of her hand erupts with fire, tears she’s been battling since the moment she witnessed the embrace now streaming freely down her contoured cheeks. Damian stands frozen, looking somewhere over her head. The muscles in his jaws flex as he clenches his teeth, inhaling long and hard through his nose. He opens his mouth to spin a web of lies, so she slaps him again before he can get started. She’s crying now because of the pain in her hand and the pain behind her ribcage, so she slaps him once again because it’s his goddamn fault. Damian catches her wrist as she makes another attempt, and this is a brand new pain.

“Mírame!” he bellows, backing her up until she slams into the nearest wall. She loses her breath a bit, but Damian places his free hand behind her head to prevent any impact. His grip on her wrist is unrelenting as he holds it against her chest. She is miniscule in this awkward embrace, her eyes looking everywhere but where he wants her to. But when he bends his knees and dips down to her level, ducking his head until he’s in her line of sight, she’s forced to meet his gaze. “I’m gonna make you pay for those slaps in a minute …” he cautions. His hand starts applying pressure to the back of her head. “But first I have to tell you, because for some reason you need to fucking hear it, I’m not cheating on you.” 

She swallows, having her breath stolen again because she feels the truth of his words vibrating her bone marrow. She also feels the shame and embarrassment of being wrong. With her free hand she struggles to unclamp his vice-like grip from her wrist, and having had enough of her shit, Damian grabs both wrists this time and smashes them into the wall above her.

“Do you hear me?” he carries on, with quite a bit more hostility than she’s used to, shoving his knee into the wall between her legs. His knee pad becomes a cushion for her pussy—he’s still in his gear, still sweaty, because she accosted him right after his match—elevating her to the toes of her sneakers, and she is completely at the mercy of Damian Priest.

“Yes,” she says through clenched teeth.

“Good. Do you believe me? Hmm?” Capturing both wrists in one hand, he cups her chin with the other and touches his cheek to hers. “Do you believe that I’d rather die than hear someone else call me Papí?” It’s actually an incredibly sweet confession, but the venom in his tone scorches the honey in his words.

She believes him. By all that is good and holy in this world, she believes him and she is equal parts mortified, thankful, and contrite. She’d allowed her imagination to run wild because of an act of love between close friends, never once considering having a civil conversation with either of them about how it clearly made her uncomfortable. Did she just cause a rift in their relationship? Contaminate it with her jealousy? How many people is she going to have to apologize to? Seth, for sure, although he usually deserves any middle finger aimed in his direction. Christ, what’s she gonna say to Rhea?

“Damian,” she whispers, doing everything she can to not sound pathetic, and if her own ears are to be trusted, she is failing miserably.

“No,” he interrupts her, “you started this. I’m gonna fucking finish it. Now answer me.”

She grits her teeth, rolling her hips unconsciously because the position he’s put her in isn’t all that comfortable, probably by design, and suddenly she remembers how and why she’s propped on her boyfriend’s thigh. Even the slightest friction renders a groan from her. Damian tilts his head, eyes unforgiving, a sable shade she’s never seen before, and she regrets having made any noise at all, no matter how unintentional. His cheek is transforming into a furious vermillion, and the guilt that washes over her is nearly unbearable. She has no hand left to play, not that she did in the first fucking place, and she resigns herself to the punishment she’s about to receive. Well-deserved punishment, she understands.

“Yes,” she breathes, his eyes boring into her, chipping away any residual resolve she might have left inside.

“¿Si, que?” he booms, as if he expected the incorrect response. His anger hasn’t abated.

She can’t feel her fingers anymore and she’s struggling to maintain balance on Damian’s thigh. The slightest lean this way or that sends jolts of pleasure throughout her body, and it’s a losing battle trying to keep the satisfaction off her face. “Yes, Papí,” she says, “I believe you.”

He eyes her for a long moment, searching her face for any clue she might be lying or still angry. She keeps her own eyes open and on him, seemingly baring her soul before him, feeling more vulnerable now than she has in her entire life. At last he pushes away from her and the wall, releasing her wrists, removing his thigh from between her legs, and maybe she misses that last part a little bit.

“Now take those off—” He points at her denim shorts. “—and bend the fuck over.” And then he moves his arm to the right, pointing at a giant WWE trunk on wheels wedged against the corner of the room. She knows her place, and she has her orders.

She kicks her shorts toward him, standing before him in nothing but a pair of Nike hightops, a white thong, and a t-shirt-turned-tube-top that demands the audience to ALL RISE. He doesn’t even look at her body before nodding toward the trunk, and Jesus Christ, she’s in so much trouble. She passes him while rubbing her wrists and when she’s standing less than a foot from the trunk, she realizes she’s too short for this fucking thing too. She glances at Damian over her shoulder, and he’s stomping toward her, and her heart jumps into her throat. She hops onto the trunk, tips of her shoes barely kissing the floor just like when she was straddling Damian’s thigh.

The smack to her right ass cheek echoes throughout the locker room, same with the slap to her left, and she yelps.  Damian grabs her hair and pulls, arching her back into a spine-busting half-circle. He lets go, but before she can fall forward, one of his huge hands clamps over her mouth and holds her in position. With the other, he wrenches at her thong to pull it aside—she hears the material rip at the same time—then bends her leg at the knee and props it onto the trunk beside her.

“You know, the jealousy is kinda sexy on you,” Damian comments. Now she feels his hand working at his pants as it bumps against her sore ass. Then comes a different kind of smacking as he swats the sensitive skin with the underside of his rigid cock. He traces the head along both cheeks and along the crack, on down until she feels the huge, blunt head at her soaking entrance. “But don’t you ever fucking slap me again.”

Without warning, he is wholly sheathed inside her, his hips slamming into hers. She cries out from behind his hand, clutching his wrist with one hand as the other claws at the trunk in a desperate search for leverage to launch herself away. Damian is not a small man, in any way, shape, or form, so he’s always allowed her a few minutes to get used to his size. Not this time. This is her penance. He squeezes her hip, in full control of her body, and he’s simply using her pussy to get off now, without regard for her pleasure. She feels almost like a fleshlight, but her hormones are confused because she’s wet as fuck and, whether he likes it or not, she’s liable to get off just from him fucking her.

Damian stretches across her backside, her spine still bowed, and his teeth scrape across the shell of her ear as he grunts, “Say you’re fucking sorry.” He removes his hand from her mouth.

She gulps oxygen before panting, “I’m sorry, Papí. I’m so fucking sorry.”

He kisses her sweaty neck and sighs, hanging his head over her shoulder in unison with slowing the pummeling of her pussy. “I’m sorry, too. Lo siento, mi vida.” His rhythm starts speeding up following several moments. “But I am gonna cum in this pussy,” he advises, standing up straight, gripping both hips. “And you are gonna walk outta here with it dripping down your thighs.”

“Yes, Papí.”

“Because I fucking love you.”

She groans, bucking back against him. “I love you, baby.”

One final thrust and he makes good on his promise. He even squeezes the base of his cock to make sure every drop is inside her before pulling out. He’s much more gentle with her now, his enormous hands sliding up her back to her shoulder and arm so he can assist her into a standing position. As soon as she turns to him, she grabs his face and pulls his lips to hers. Their kiss is long, deliberate, and by the time they’re finished, his hands are cupping her face and hers are clutching his neck, and goddamn it, she’s so fucking stupid. But love makes people do crazy things.

“Now what do I do?” she asks, holding up the tattered side of her thong. Damian inspects the damage, then takes the lacey material in both hands and rips it into several pieces, which fall one by one to the floor.

“Problem solved.”

જ⁀➴°⋆ Mírame — Look at me જ⁀➴°⋆ Si, que — Yes, what જ⁀➴°⋆ Papí — Daddy જ⁀➴°⋆ Lo siento — I'm sorry

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A Puppy And A....

Damian's POV

Y/N is getting ready to go out with Demi as I was getting ready, albeit secretly, to head out to get our new puppy from the shelter.

"Where are you headed?" asked Y/N as she pulled on her t-shirt.

"I have to go do a few errands for Alex," I said with a shrug as I put on my cross necklace. "He needs me to help get some shelves for his place."

"Tell him I said hi," she said, kissing my cheek, as she stood on tiptoe.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I will. Have fun with Demi," I said, kissing her forehead.

"I will," she said, a smile painting her lips. "We're gonna get a new tattoo, maybe."

I chuckled. Y/N had several tattoos, a few of mine and hers matched or were coordinated, like my bow with flames and her heart with an arrow with a flame through the heart, or our half hearts that, if put together, would make a whole heart that says 'Siempre', or our matching sugar skulls and our matching miniature penguins.

"What are you thinking of getting?" I asked with a chuckle.

"I don't know," she said, "Any suggestions?"

I smirk at y/n "Well how about if you get a bite mark," I said pressing my lips to her neck "Right about here." She giggles lightly as I sucked on her neck "And I will leave my mark here so to help the tattoo artist,"I mumbled against her neck. She held me by my shoulders.

"Luis!" she giggles more as I wrapped my arms around her waist continuing my work on her neck. A moan left her lips and that was all it took to turn me feral.

"When does Demi pick you up?" I asked removing my lips from her neck.

"Forty-five minutes," she said a smirk on her lips "Why?"

I quickly removed my t-shirt and then Y/N's before wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my lips to hers as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Our lips twisted and turned as the kiss quickly turned passionate. I unhooked her bra before pulling the material from between us. I was never so thankful for strapless bras as I was right now. I pushed her leggings down from her hips as she quickly kicked them off. I rid her of her panties. She kicked them away as her hands made short work of my belt, as well as unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. She quickly pushed them off me, all the while our lips never breaking. I kicked my jeans off and away from us before lifting Y/N off her feet. She quickly wrapped her legs around my waist as I moved to the bed, throwing her onto it. She bounced lightly as her breasts jiggled, making me even harder than I already was. I groaned as I removed my boxer briefs, my dick springing free and slapping my stomach. She bit her lip and moaned loudly as I watched her.

"I better be fucked to an inch of my life," she breathes.

"Your wish is my command," I growl as I joined her on the bed. I didn't waste time as I pushed into her. She moans loudly and I began thrusting into her. Her hips meeting mine in a rhythmic dance they now knew so well.

"LUIS!!!" she screams my name as if it were the last plea she had.

"Fuck, y/n, you feel so damn good around my dick," I grunt as I thrust into her, lifting her leg and putting it on my hip, changing the angle of my hips. I knew I hit her g-spot when her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She's a moaning and whimpering mess beneath me as her nails dig into my shoulders while I continue pounding her pussy.

"Luis!! Fuck!! God damn I'm going to cum!!!" she cried.

"Hold on Babe!" I grunt "I'm not done yet!"

She nods as tears fell from her eyes as I pound into her. Our skin meeting over and over again. Her moans filling my ears like a sweet symphony.

"¡DIOS MÍO, LUIS!" she cried out loud, and that was all it took; we both fell over the edge. I painted her walls with my hot seed as she coated my dick and her thighs with her own juices. As I pulled my flaccid dick from her, she squirted. She's panting, "Oh my God, what got into you?!" She looks at me.

"That moan I earned by giving you that bruise," I said, pointing to her neck.

She giggled lightly. "Great, now you know all too well Demi is gonna ride me about that," she said.

"Lo siento, amor," I said with a smirk.

She glanced at her watch. "I had better get dressed. I have ten minutes before Demi gets here, and I still have to beat my face."

I let out a chuckle and said, "Yep, time for me to skedaddle too!"

"Skedaddle?" she giggled.

"Just hush," I teased, "and get dressed." I pressed a kiss to her lips.

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Y/N's POV

Demi picked me up about five minutes late, thankfully, and the first thing she noticed was the giant bruise.

"Nice love bite you got there, y/n?" she playfully teased.

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for pointing that out, sis," I said.

Demi smirked with a chuckle and a wink. "I live to be informative," she said.

"And I appreciate it," I said as Luis exited the house and strode to his Corvette. He gave us a small wave as he opened the door and got in, starting the car. I felt the vibration even in Demi's SUV. He pulled out of the driveway, beeping as he passed us. "Demi?"

"Yeah?" she said as she pulled away from the curb of Luis's and my house.

"I think. I think," I looked at my hands in my lap.

"You think what?" she asked as she drove.

"IthinkImightbepregnant!" I said, running my sentence together.

Demi went slack-jawed before looking at me quickly, then back at the road. "Did you? Did you? Maybe my ears weren't working."

"I think I might be pregnant," I said again.

"And what makes you think that?" Demi asked, genuinely interested.

"Well, aside from me tossing my cookies nearly every single day?" I ask, and Demi motions for me to continue. I do, listing my symptoms: my breasts are more tender than usual, I'm more tired, my sense of smell is heightened, which makes my nausea worse, I cry a lot easier than normal, and I literally cried yesterday at a dog food commercial because the dog looked sad. I was hornier than usual, which Luis definitely wasn't complaining about, but Demi's face certainly was. And the biggest factor?! I was late-like seven weeks late. I honestly thought at my age it might be that, but now I wasn't so sure.

"Have you taken a test?!" asked Demi. I shook my head 'no.' "Then you're gonna take a test," she quickly changed lanes.

We pulled into the parking lot of the local pharmacy. Demi parked the car and got out before I had time to think. She opened the passenger door, tugging me lightly out of the car.

"Whoa!" I said.

"Come on, let's go get a pregnancy test," she said.

We went into the pharmacy, and my knees were shaking so badly that I could swear everyone heard them knocking together.

Demi grabbed a couple of tests before walking back up the aisle. I followed, my head down slightly. I wasn't embarrassed, but I certainly didn't want everyone to know my little sister had to be the one to tell me to get my act together and take a pregnancy test.

Demi paid for the tests, and we left the pharmacy. She drove to her place. Matt wasn't there as he was working the next day, so we had the place to ourselves.

"Demi, after I take the pregnancy test, will you just sit with me while I wait for the results?" I asked. I was scared. I'm forty-two. This wasn't exactly on my bingo card for life.

"Like I'm going to let you sit in the bathroom by yourself. Y/N, you're not handling it well, and you haven't even taken the test! Luis would never forgive me if I allowed you to pass out. I got you, sis. I always will," she said, putting a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it.

"Thanks, Demi," I said with a small smile.

Demi let me take the test alone, but when I opened the door, she, along with her dogs Barry, Luna, and Bella, all came in. Bella set her head on my knee as I sat.

"Okay, how long?" asked Demi as she sat beside me on the edge of the tub.

"Three minutes. I already set a timer on my phone," I gestured to the sink where my phone and six tests sat.

"You took six tests?" asked Demi, looking at the sink.

"I wanted to be sure," I said quietly. "I did the same thing last time Luis and I thought we were pregnant," I blurted out before I slapped a hand over my mouth.

Demi looks at me, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Last time?" she questions. "Like in the last few months?"

"No," I murmur, not looking at her directly, but I can see her out of the corner of my eye.

"Then when? Like the last ten-ish months since you two have been a couple?" She wasn't going to let up, and I knew it.

I heave a loud, drawn-out sigh before rubbing my hands on my leggings. "When we were twenty-two, after we slept together, I," my eyes filled with tears, "we thought we had gotten pregnant. We were pretty sure it was the first time we had had sex since the condom was old. But," I shrug slightly as I look at Demi, "then again, it could have been the barbecue. But that doesn't matter; we thought we had gotten pregnant. I say 'we' as Luis had said it was our baby. He had a hand in helping make him or her. We were pregnant; I was, and I agree, was just carrying the baby."

"But you weren't?" asks Demi.

I shook my head 'no' before bursting into tears. I fell into Demi's open arms and sobbed into her shoulder.

"But Demi," I said, sitting up as she gently wiped away my tears, "you gotta promise me you won't say anything to Luis. That whole ordeal we had promised to never reveal to anyone. Of course, I have to tell him I told you, but until I do," I looked at her.

"You have my word, y/n. My lips are sealed," she enveloped me in a hug.

"Thank you," I sigh.

"You're welcome," she said, kissing the top of my head.

It definitely was the longest three minutes of my life as Demi and I awaited the results of the six pregnancy tests that sat on the sink counter in Demi's guest bathroom.

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Damian's POV

I arrived back home with the puppy, a little male pit bull. He was so sweet already, and I knew y/n was going to be head over heels in love with the little dude.

"Welcome to your forever home, little man. I'm going to allow your mom to name you, but it appears she's not home yet. Unless she's in our bedroom," I said to the puppy cradled safely in my arms. I climbed the stairs to check, and she's not in our bedroom. So I tried downstairs, and her office-nope, not there. The laundry room was the same, as was the living room, kitchen, and every room in our house. "Hmm, well, little man, let's just wait here in the living room. I'm sure she'll be back soon, but in the meantime, let's put on your new collar and sweater."

I sat watching a movie on TV when I heard the front door open and close; the puppy did too. His head immediately lifted from my lap.

"Honey, I'm home!" y/n calls out, and the puppy let out a tiny bark.

"Shh," I chuckled as y/n came into the living room.

"Oh!" said y/n when she saw the puppy.

I picked the puppy up. "Happy I love you because I just do, Day, baby," I said, standing as I handed her the puppy.

"Oh, Luis," she immediately burst into tears as she took the puppy, who instinctively began licking her tears away.

"You don't like him?" I asked.

"No. I love him, but uh," she breathed, letting silent tears still fall.

"Baby," I said, having her sit before I sat beside her. She cuddled the puppy close. "What's wrong?"

"I love the puppy. I do. He's so cute and sweet, and he shall be called Bruiser, but we," she went into her purse and pulled something out before handing it to me, "will also have something else to name in about seven months."

I looked down at my hands; six positive pregnancy tests sat in my hand, each one clearly saying "pregnant," while others also stated "six to eight weeks." My brain was foggy as I searched for the right words.

"We?" was all I managed to get out.

"Yeah," she said. "Hi Daddy."

I laughed lightly before putting the tests beside me, and I cupped Y/N's face before kissing her.

"Oh my God," I said, placing my forehead against hers.

"Yeah," she laughed and cried happily. "Explains so much now, especially the whole me tossing my cookies almost daily since the beginning of last month."

"Well, I guess we're meant to be old parents," I chuckled.

She gasped lightly before punching my shoulder. "Asshole!" she pouted.

"Hey," I smile as I put a hand on her stomach. "I'm so glad it's with you."

"I'm so glad it's with you, too," she smiles as she puts her hand over mine.

"So I guess we don't have to practice," I smirk.

Her eyes meet mine. "No, but now we can just have fun," she bites her lip. "I mean, I do have to thank you for Bruiser." She kisses the puppy, placing him beside her.

"You do, do you?" I asked as she moved towards me and I lay back.

She nodded. "I do," she said as she lay on top of me, pressing her lips to mine. I tangled my fingers into her hair as I deepened the kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance as I felt myself growing hard with each passing second.

I placed my hands on her ass and squeezed. She moaned against my lips before she moved from my lips down my cheek and jawline, then to the curve of my neck. I groaned when she found the sweet spot on my neck.

"Bedroom now," I growl into her ear.

"Yes, Papi," she purrs as she sits up before she rotates her hips on my ever-growing erection. “First, I'm going to make you so hard,” she says, successfully making me extremely hard. She stands and winks at me. “You coming, Papi?”

I quickly got off the sofa, and Bruiser barked at the sudden movement.

“Bruiser, take it easy,” I said before I grabbed y/n around her waist and threw her over my shoulder. She giggled.

“Papi, I better not walk right for a week,” she purred.

“You better believe it,” I growled, smacking her ass as I took the stairs two at a time.

Kicking the door open and closed, I put Y/N on her feet, and we made quick work of our clothes, which were now scattered across the floor. We were naked in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, I want you so damn bad, Luis!” she purrs as she takes my dick into her hand and begins pumping it. My head falls backward.

“Y/N,” I groan before she hits her knees and takes me into her mouth. Her eyes look up at me as she begins bobbing her head, using her hand to help with the blowjob. I intertwine my fingers into her hair as she moans against my dick. She removes her mouth and licks me from base to tip, a trail of her saliva and my pre-cum attached to the corner of her mouth.

“Papi, fuck me like you hate me,” she purrs as she presses a kiss to the tip of my dick.

“Like I told you the first time, I could never hate you, but I'm definitely going to make your pussy full of both my cum and our baby. Now get off your knees and go to the bed. Ass in the air!” I said.

“Yes, Papi,” she stood and obeyed, putting her hands on the mattress and her ass in the air.

I took my dick and gave it a few pumps before I took her hips and spread her legs before pushing into her pussy. She moans as I wrap a hand around her throat and bend her back towards me. As I begin thrusting into her, she moans as I bring my hips back and nearly pull my dick completely out of her. I only leave her the tip of my head.

“Now take Papi like the good girl I know you are,” I growl into her ear.

“Yes, Papi,” she purrs as I thrust into her, and I watch as her eyes roll into her head. I let go of her throat. She falls forward, and I begin thrusting into her. She is already a moaning mess.

“Taking my dick like a good girl,” I say.

“Yes, Papi,” she replies. “Baby girl loves Papi's dick.”

After a few more thrusts, we both fell over the edge. I filled her with my cum. She came over my dick and legs. She collapsed onto the bed, panting. I lay beside her.

“That was amazing,” I said, taking her into my arms. “Now I also know why we have been fucking a lot more too. You're horny because of pregnancy.”

“Well, pregnancy has just made me hornier. I have always been horny, especially with you,” she said, laying her head on my chest as I covered us up. I ran a hand down her arm and back up again. I chuckled as she looked up at me. “But I think we better go get Bruiser. He is, after all, in a strange place, and he just heard mommy and daddy making weird noises.”

“You're right. You stay here. I'll go get Bruiser,” I said, kissing her forehead. I quickly ran downstairs, stark naked, and found Bruiser where we left him on the sofa. He barked at me. “Mommy wants you.” I picked him up and kissed the top of his head. Before heading back upstairs, I said, “Here's Bruiser.”

Y/N made a face. “Now that I look at him, he doesn't look like a Bruiser. He looks more like a, a, a, a, a Miko.”

“Miko?” I asked. “Are you sure?!” I held the puppy, who at the moment might be Miko or might not.

“Mm. Now that you mention it,” she said, putting the puppy on the bed beside her as I lay down, covering myself up.

“So he isn't Miko or Bruiser now?” I questioned.

She shook her head. “Jack? No. Oreo?” She looked at me as the puppy was black with white paws.

I smirked lightly. “I mean, Oreo is a good name. I like it,” I said.

“But then again, should we name him after a food?” she questioned more to herself than to me.

“Babe, if we can't name a dog, how are we going to name a baby?” I joked, but that was wrong, as her lower lip quivered before she burst into tears.

“You're right. I'm going to be a horrible mami!!!” she wailed. “If I can't name a puppy.”

“Baby, you will be a wonderful mami. I promise,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. I hugged her tightly. The puppy was by her legs.

“But, but, but, but I can't even name a puppy!” she wailed. “How am I supposed to name a baby?!”

“First of all, Oreo is a wonderful name, and plenty of puppies and kittens are named after food. Oreo is definitely perfect. And we will have seven-ish months to settle on a name. Firstly, we have to see how far along you are. Second, we have to find out what we are having. I promise you, you will be one amazing mami.”

She sniffles, “Re, re, re, re, really,” she stutters.

“Yeah,” I said, cupping her cheek and caressing it. I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You're gonna be a wonderful mami. It's me who might not be a good papá.”

“Are you serious? You're gonna be a wonderful papá, Luis,” she said, putting her hand on my cheek.

I chuckled as the puppy barked at us.

“You know you do look like an Oreo,” y/n giggles.

“So he's Oreo?” I asked.

She nodded, “Yeah, he's Oreo,” she said. “Oreos are sweet, like he is. And his papá loves Oreos, so it's kinda perfect, don't you think?”

I smiled. “One million percent,” I said as Oreo barked at us.

"I think someone has to potty,” she said as she got out of bed, pulling on my t-shirt and her panties. She scooped Oreo into her arms before leaving the bedroom. She stuck her head back into the room. “You coming?”

I nodded as I got up and pulled on my boxer briefs before following y/n out of the room. So there it was: y/n was thrilled with Oreo, and even better, we were having a baby! I was going to be a papá! And quite frankly, I couldn't wait for the next seven months.

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Surprise!!! Another episode in my best friends series. 💜🖤

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i had to take screenshots of the request cause it wouldn’t let me work on it 😭 anyway i hope you like it 🩷

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️insecure reader, angst, fluff, soft damian‼️

NOTHING COMPARES

you knew what you were getting into when you started dating damian priest.

he was charming, confident, and a literal superstar. everywhere he went, people admired him. fans, wrestlers, interviewers, women. especially women. he was surrounded by them constantly - gorgeous, toned, powerful female wrestlers who could easily match his energy. they were strong, confident, and comfortable in the spotlight - something you were not - they understood his world in a way that you never could.

and tonight, that bitter insecurity was eating you alive.

you were curled up in the hotel bed, clutching a pillow as you stared at your phone screen. damian’s tag team match was playing live and your stomach twisted the moment you saw who he was paired with : liv morgan.

she was everything you weren’t. blonde, fit, talented, absolutely beautiful. she was fun and outgoing, the kind of person who could instantly click with anyone - a big contrast to your shy and silent personality. liv and damian had always been close and you had told yourself that it didn’t bother you.

but watching them now? it did bother you.

they worked perfectly together, feeding off each other’s energy. even the audience started to like their team and you couldn’t help but feel jealous. they looked good together, moving in sync like they had been tag partners for years. you tried to remind yourself that it was just work, but when they won the match and liv threw herself into damian’s arms something snapped inside of you.

he caught her easily, laughing as he spun her around like they’ve been doing that for years.

the crowd loved it. the commentators ate it up. and you? you felt like you were going to be sick.

liv clung to him, her hands touching his naked and sweaty chest from lingering on his arms, pressing against his side like she belonged there. you knew she was single. you also knew she was flirty and you knew that she was well aware of how admired and wanted she was by every single man inside the arena. and damian - he was friendly, funny, kind, someone who didn’t push people away so he didn’t push her away.

you shut off your phone, threw it somewhere distant in the room and turned onto your side, squeezing your eyes shut. your chest felt tight, your face hot with frustration.

it wasn’t fair. you knew damian loved you, but that didn’t mean you liked seeing another woman throw herself at him in front of thousands of people. it didn’t mean you liked how easily she fit into his world and you didn’t, how much better she looked by his side than you ever would.

you wiped at your eyes, only to feel fresh tears spill over.

you hated feeling like this.

you’ve spent years trying to fight your insecurities. you’ve spent years convincing yourself that you were worthy of someone like damian. someone special like him when you were just so ordinary. you’ve spent years asking yourself why he chose you when he could have easily had someone prettier, someone like him.

when the hotel door clicked open, you held your breath and stayed still, pretending to be asleep. you didn’t want to talk about it. you didn’t want to hear him say it was nothing, that you were overreacting - you’ve heard that before, basically all your life - people denying your insecurities so much that you ended up pretending they never existed.

the room was silent for a moment but then you heard damian’s footsteps. they were slow, careful. he was trying not to wake you. you heard him quickly change from his work clothes to something comfier and cozier. he tried to be as silent as possible, thinking you were sleeping - but he knew better.

the bed dipped as he sat down beside you, his fingers brushing over your shoulder.

“baby…” he murmured, voice soft.

you stayed quiet.

he shifted, leaning down “i know you’re awake.”

you swallowed hard, trying to keep your breathing steady. maybe if you didn’t move, he would let it go.

but then his hand slid down your arm, fingers gentle as he tugged at the blanket. “what’s wrong?”

you shook your head “nothing, i’m just tired.”

“mi amor…” his voice was even softer now, like he already knew what was going on. in those past years he got to know you and he already knew that you were lying to him. he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple “talk to me.”

you clenched your jaw. you didn’t want to talk. you didn’t want to be the insecure girlfriend who got jealous over something that probably meant nothing.

but damian wasn’t stupid.

he sighed, moving so he was lying beside you, his chest pressed against your back. his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“was it the match?” he asked as if he already knew.

you stiffened.

he exhaled, his breath warm against your skin “mami…” he murmured, his voice tinged with guilt “you know i only love you, right?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat. you knew “i know.”

“then why are you upset?”

you hesitated, your fingers gripping the pillow tighter “because…” your voice cracked “because she looks better next to you than i do.”

you couldn’t help but feel that way.

his entire body tensed.

“what?” his voice was soft but full of confusion.

you felt humiliated saying it out loud. you should have kept your mouth shut.

“she’s-…” you took a shaky breath “she’s beautiful. she’s fit. she’s a wrestler and she belongs in your world, damian. and i don’t”

his grip on you tightened instantly.

“mi amor, don’t say that…” he shifted so you were on your back, his face hovering over yours. there was a frown on his lips, his dark eyes scanning your face like he was searching for something.

you looked away “it’s true.”

“no, it’s not” he said firmly “it’s the biggest fucking lie i’ve ever heard.”

you bit your lip, but he wasn’t letting this go. he cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping away the lingering dampness from your earlier tears.

“you do belong in my world” he softly said “you are my world.”

you let out a shaky breath.

he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, slow and lingering. his hand trailed down, resting over your heart “you don’t see yourself the way i do and that hurts me…” he whispered “but you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. no one - no one - compares to you.”

you wanted to believe him.

he pressed another kiss against your lips, his fingers trailing along your jaw “you’re mine…” he murmured, voice rough with emotion “and i’m yours. no one else.”

a small, broken sound slipped out of you before you could stop it. damian caught it instantly, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you so tightly it almost hurt - but you didn’t care. you clung to him, burying your face against his neck as the last of your insecurities melted into quiet sniffles.

he ran his fingers through your hair, murmuring soft reassurances against your skin.

“i would never trade what we have for anything…”he whispered. “not for liv. not for anyone.”

you nodded against him, your body finally relaxing.

you knew your insecurities wouldn’t disappear overnight. you would still have moments where doubt crept in, where you felt like you weren’t enough.

but damian - he would always be there, holding you through them. reminding you that, to him, you were everything.

“te amo…” he softly whispered against your neck as you laid on his chest “nothing compares to you mi amor, i love you so much mami” - and in that moment you believed him.

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@rripleyfan 🩷

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Wrapped in your arms | D.Priest

Request — Can you write an imagine about reader and damian priest being friends to lovers where they are forced to share an hotel room and she ask him shyly to cuddle and he agrees and he plays with her hair and caress her cheek

Pairings — Damian priest x Fem!Wrestler!Reader

Warnings — None just fluff

Song for this fic — Light Shower — Melanie Martinez

I felt the exhaustion hit me as I entered my dressing room. I sat down on a the couch , steadying myself and gulping damn near my whole bottle of water. I soon heard a knock at the door thinking it might have been liv, or Iyo . So I responded.

“Come in!” 

But what I didnt expect was one of The Judgment Days members to come walking in. The archer of Infamy, Damian priest. He wore his classic Senor Money in the bank T-Shirt , with black leather pants and a black belt to match. I felt confused as Damian never really cane into my dressing room. Sure we were close, but he knew his boundaries and I knew his. We cared about each other’s privacy. That was That.

“Oh, Damian what are you doing in here?” I asked. The confusion evident in my voice.

“I know I never go into your locker room , but this is important. We have to room together. I mean we haven’t in the past but Hunter said something about “getting to know each other” or whatever . So why not just share right? Plus who knows maybe you’ll join the judgment day,”Damian replied a smile forming on his face after the last sentence.

I giggled a bit , trying to hide the blush that creeped onto my face. My nervousness was now clear as day as I began to fidget with my fingers. But nonetheless, I replied back.

“Hey if you want I could drive you there,” Damian spoke. 

“Oh yeah..sure,” I felt my hands sweat up as I spoke.

Damian gave me a smile and nod as he left my

Dressing room, phone in hand. I sighed as I thought aboit the interaction. What did he mean when he said we fit together? Discarding the thought, I changed into more comfortable clothes ,and began to pack my stuff and head to Damians rental.

Location - At the hotel

As me and Damian had arrived at the hotel , I found his presence to be comforting and soft. So unlike his onscreen character. It was safe to say we had gotten to know each other way better than we had before. Sure we had been friends for a little over a month , but that didnt mean we knew each other like we thought we did.

Our laughs got quieter as Damian parked into the hotel driveway. That was also the point where I got into deep thought. What did he mean when Triple H said we had to get to know each other? were already friends so why? And what did Damian mean when he said I might join TJF. I cleared my thoughts as I hopped out the car, leaving Damian in a confused expression.

When we arrived to the lobby , I found one of my good friends Rhea to be sitting on one of the couches. Once she spotted me a smile formed on her face.

Me, Damian , and Rhea talked for a while but me and Damian found ourselves giggling and laughing while talking to each other. I felt my face grow hot as he mentioned how well I was at wrestling. Telling me how he loved my gear and it made my beauty stand out. 

“Alright you two stop flirting with each other,” Rhea said with a smile.

“What I-” 

“No we weren’t-“ 

Me and Damian spoke over each other. 

Rhea giggled and began to get her stuff together.

“Whatever just check in. I’ll talk to you both later” Rhea spoke as she grabbed her keycard and headed to her room.

Next up was me and Damian. I was about to put my bags down when they slipped out of my hands. Into Damians. I looked at him for a quick second seeing a sly smile on his face, before checking in for our room and grabbing our keycard.

— In the hotel Room 

It had only been about 15 minutes since we checked in and unpacked our stuff, picking our beds and chatting a bit. Although it hadn’t been long, I had felt safe and comfortable with him. Telling him more about my past and things I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone. I felt safe.

I felt safe with him

“Hey Im gonna take a shower we can talk after, yeah?” Damian spoke. In which I nodded in response.

After he finished up in the shower, gotten dressed and ready for bed, we found ourselves i found myself zoning out as i looked at his features.

“Hey Y/N you there?” Damian asked. Small giggles leaving his lips.

“Oh yeah I’m fine.” I responded.

Damian tried believing me, but it was the way I looked at him which made him think differently.

“Whats on your mind chica?” He asked. 

“I was wondering if we could sleep in the same bed, I know it might seem weird but-“ I was cut off.

“So you wanna cuddle?” Damian asked with a sly smile.

“Yeah if thats fine…” I trailed off scared of him rejecting me.

Instead of answering, he stood up and laid facing my front. His arms wrapping around me. I felt my heartbeat pound faster as he got comfortable.

“Relax mariposa,” he spoke in a whisper.

For the rest of the night, I felt calm and safe as we laid with each other. One of his hands playing in my hair as he started falling asleep. Me softly snoring after him.