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damiansgoodgirll · 3 months ago

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hi❤️ive been following you since you were writing about jude bellingham lol 😂 i wanted to ask you if you could make a damian priest x reader story where reader is plus sized and she’s struggling with losing weight and she wants to be perfect for damian because she sees the type of women he’s surrounded by but reader hurts herself like she faints or something happens and damian (rhea too if you want include her) get worried for her, please make it angsty i love your angst stories 😭❤️ thank you for this ❤️❤️

thanks for your request! i’ve been struggling with ED my whole life so this piece is kind of a piece of me. if you ever need someone to talk to i’m here ❤️ just to remind you that you are beautiful the way you are, you deserve all the love and happiness in the world ❤️

damian priest x curvy - plus sized - chubby reader

likes comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!

‼️ANGST, heavy angst, ED (eating disorders), reader starving herself, fainting, self conscious reader, hurt/comfort, DON’T READ THIS IF IT’S A SENSITIVE TOPIC FOR YOU ‼️

be skinny

be skinny - your mind told you.

don’t eat this, you’re gonna gain weight - it kept whispering.

you couldn’t recall when all of this started. sure, you’ve always had a love and hate relationship with your body, with your appearance but it never got to the point where you constantly checked yourself in every mirror you could find. it never got to the point where you would weight yourself every morning to see if you magically lost weight over night.

damian made all of those feelings go away. at the beginning of your relationship you told him how uncomfortable you were being naked in front of him, fearing that he might have judged you for how you looked but he never failed to make you feel comfortable and loved. you remember the days he spent just worshipping your body, saying how perfect you were to him and how much he loved you.

all those fears disappeared with damian so when did it really begin?

probably when he started appearing in his perfect colleagues tiktoks. how easy he was for them to lift them up, throw them around in the ring. they looked nothing like you. they were skinny and yet had muscles. their bodies were heaven’s made.

and then you saw how people - women - drooled under damian’s instagram posts. and you knew that one day he would leave you for one of them. they were pretty, models, something you weren’t.

damian had no idea your mind was playing tricks like that. if he knew, he wouldn’t let you go into this alone, he would be there with you, taking your pain away and fighting your demons, fighting for you.

you knew that and the idea of disappoint him made you even sicker.

the days he was away from work were the perfect days you had to work out, limit yourself with food and trying not to starve yourself. you started by following some easy work out on youtube, cutting out all carbs, drinking more water. things that seemed healthy to you.

but you weren’t getting the results you wanted so you pushed yourself even further. from skipping breakfast and dinner, from working out with damian’s tools - and hurting yourself multiple times because you had no idea how to use them - from drinking water over prioritising food.

you were slowly killing yourself and you didn’t even notice it.

but damian did. he saw the shift in your mood. how you went from being the normal you to being the always tired and hungry you. he noticed that someone used his gym to work out and he knew it was you but he also was aware of the situation you were in. he feared that if he spoke about it you would get mad or that he would trigger something in you, so he stayed quiet.

probably his worst mistake.

as time went by you saw small changes in your appearance. you lost weight, your face looked slimmer and your waist looked smaller but you were starving yourself to the point you would fall asleep everywhere because of the lack of energy you had.

one day as you were hanging out with rhea you were struggling to stay awake and remain focused on what she was saying. you skipped lunch, only eating an apple and drinking plenty of water. you workout for almost two hours before rhea got to your home.

and as she was talking you were trying stay awake but you couldn’t.

“…you okay?” rhea asked when she saw you dozing off.

“uh? yeah sorry i just need a little bit of water, keep talking” you laughed pretending everything is normal. but the moment you stood up from your couch, your legs began shaking a little and rhea was immediately standing next to you

“are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, her hand quickly checking your temperature.

“yeah no worries, i just need a little bit of water…” but two more steps and you fainted on the floor. rhea being able to catch you and trying to wake you up but you were laying there unconscious.

she quickly called 911, scared that you were sick or worse. she stayed with you during the whole ride to the hospital and while you were being checked out, she called damian, informing him that you were currently at the hospital.

damian was at the local gym with his brother when he got the call. panicking, it took him less than twenty minutes to ride to the emergency room. seeing rhea as she was waiting for some news, he ran towards her.

“what happened?” he was clearly panicking. not saying hello or how are you. he couldn’t care less at the moment, you were his priority.

“i don’t know…she fainted, she looked, i don’t know, tired? dehydrated? i don’t know how to describe it but she wasn’t the normal y/n i know…” rhea softly spoke to him but he immediately knew what was the problem. he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath otherwise he was going to explode.

he knew. he knew for all of this time and he didn’t say anything. fearing you would get mad or worse, but what was worse than having you in an hospital bed?

he cursed under his breath, trying to calm himself.

he was blaming himself. he knew it was his fault. if he said something. if he talked with you about it, you probably wouldn’t be laying down there.

but his mind stopped thinking the moment the doctor told him what he didn’t want to hear - you were definitely dehydrated, you haven’t eaten a proper mean in days, you’ve been overworking yourself and your body was sore from the too many hours you spent training.

“can i see her?” damian asked and immediately went to your room once the doctor told him that you were awake.

the moment damian saw your eyes, he couldn’t hold the few tears falling down his eyes.

he saw how you avoided his look and he was suffering for you.

slowly he sat on the bed next to you.

“baby…mi amor” he called you, looking at your face.

turning your head to him, you saw his teary eyes and you couldn’t control your own tears any longer.

“mi amor, why?” that’s all he wanted to know.

“i wanna be skinny” your broken voice whispered “i wanna be skinny so bad damian, you don’t understand how it feels…” but he did. he understood perfectly how you were feeling because he’s been there, in your position. he lost a lot of weight, he was a new person now and he knew the feeling of not being good enough for you or other people. he knew it was deeper for you, and if he could he would take all of your pain away but he knew he couldn’t.

his hand gently stoked your cheek, his thumb drying your tears away “baby, why? you’re so perfect the way you are…i love you so fucking much, why hurting yourself?” his tone was soft and sweet.

“but i don’t damian! i don’t love the way i am, the way i look, the way i make you look when we are out together…i’m not perfect and i wanted to be perfect, for you, for me…” your tears falling down your cheeks.

damian’s heart broke when you said those words. you were more than enough for him. but he knew that it was you who needed to see that, not him.

“starving yourself won’t make you perfect baby…te amo, te amo tanto and i wanna be here for you, i wanna help you mi vida” his lips gently touched your head “i wanna help you feel better, i wish i could take your own pain away…i wanna be the one fighting your battles, i wanna be here for you…”

his words cut deeper than a knife.

he loved you too much to see you suffering like that.

“i just wanna love myself…and it’s tiring, it’s tiring not being able to accept who you are. i wanna love me, i wanna look at myself in the mirror and say how pretty i am, i wanna fucking love myself but i can’t…” your truth coming out.

“it will take time baby, it will take time but you are not alone in this…i wanna help you, i wanna show you how beautiful you are, how deserving you are…you’re everything i want, everything i need and i can help you. you wanna lose weight? okay, but we’re gonna do it healthily, together. you wanna work out? i can show you…please don’t hurt yourself again like this. i hate seeing you suffering and hurting” he tried to smile with you but he couldn’t help the tears flowing down his face.

you were at loss of words “okay…okay, together” you whispered, trying not to choke on your own sobs.

“together baby…” he whispered kissing your head, making you smile against his skin “te amo mi vida, te amo” he smiled, leaving more kisses down your face, making you chuckle.

and damian kept his promise. no matter how busy he was with work, how tired he was after a long work out. he was there step by step with you. he worked out with you. he cooked dinner with you. he helped you relax and he helped you listen to your body. he broke the scale you had in your bathroom, saying how you didn’t need one because changes weren’t a number.

you didn’t need a number to tell you what you wanted to hear, you needed to hear it from inside - the growth, the healthy progress you made. all thanks to damian, the man you loved the most.

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south-of-heaven · 1 year ago

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Can I request priestly with a plus size reader feeling a bit down about how they look, but her partners tell them how pretty they think they are

Insecure || Rhea Ripley x Reader x Damian Priest

Summary: You feel insecure about your body, your partners always make you feel better

As you sat alone in the living room, feeling down and insecure about your body, a soft knock on the door brought your attention back to the present. Rhea and Damian stood there with concerned expressions, their eyes filled with warmth and love.

"Hey, love, we noticed you've been a bit quiet today. Is everything okay?" Rhea asked, her voice gentle and caring.

You hesitated for a moment, not sure how to express the weight that had been dragging you down. But with Rhea and Damian by your side, you knew you could be honest. "I'm just feeling a bit insecure about my body," you finally admitted, your voice a mere peep.

Rhea and Damian exchanged a knowing look before stepping inside and closing the door behind them. "You are absolutely beautiful, inside and out," Damian said sincerely, taking your hands in his.

Rhea nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with adoration. "You are perfect just the way you are. We love you and every part of you," she said, her voice unwavering.

Their words wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, and you felt some of the weight begin to lift off your shoulders. They always knew how to make you feel better, how to remind you of your worth and value.

Rhea pulled you into her arms, her strong embrace offering a sense of security. "You're not alone in this, love. We're here for you, always," she reassured you, her words soothing.

Damian joined the hug, wrapping his arms around both you and Rhea. "We'll support you through anything, just like you support us," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

In that moment, you felt surrounded by love and acceptance. The insecurities that had been consuming you began to fade away, replaced by the overwhelming sense of being cherished by Rhea and Damian.

They spent the evening with you, lifting your spirits with their laughter, affection, and understanding. As the night went on, you felt yourself growing stronger, knowing that you had two incredible partners who would always be there for you.

The next morning, you woke up with a newfound sense of confidence, knowing that you were not alone in your struggles. Rhea and Damian continued to shower you with love and encouragement, and little by little, the insecurities began to lose their hold on you.

With Rhea and Damian by your side, you felt like you could conquer anything. They showed you that your body was a reflection of the love and experiences you had shared together, and that made it beautiful in its own unique way.

As time went on, you realized that the love and support you received from Rhea and Damian was not only about boosting your confidence but about fostering a deep and meaningful connection between the three of you. Through the highs and lows, you knew that together, you could face anything that life threw your way.

With Rhea's strength, Damian's kindness, and the unwavering love you shared, you felt like the luckiest person in the world. The insecurities that once weighed you down were now replaced by the knowledge that you were cherished and adored by two incredible individuals who would always be there to lift you up and remind you of your worth.

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edgessunflower · 1 year ago

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Could you do 💗 with either Dom or Damian? Please and thank you my love 💕💕

Eeeeh

Knew in a second

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: You and Damian fall for each other immediately leading to pouring your hearts out to each other

Things were different today, you didn't know why until the moment that would change your life for the next few months. Your heart jumped in your throat and you felt stuck to the floor when you locked eyes with an attractive, tall, and absolutely breathtaking man as you walk with your friend Dominik to meet his three dear friends that you had heard about for a month now, you and dom met through your shared friend Austin Theory three months before he joined the judgement day growing to be one of his closest and truest friends within the short amount of time you have known each other plus you immediately fit perfectly in the group of his friends matching your randomness with Finn's sarcasm, your patient and kind personality played well against Rhea's blunt and stern one, you and dom were peas in a pod ever since you met being full of jokes, laughs, and weirdness, and finally you and Damian were not only entranced with each other not being able to keep your eyes off each other but you were both big nerds liked heavy rock and metal music, and the two of you played well with both your similarities and opposites making the three around you smirk at each other when slowly within the first week of hanging around with the four, you and damian were solely focused on each other as the other three watched the feelings bloom wildly between the two of you. It was now six months later and the feelings you held for the Puerto Rican man only grew even more leaving you always melting like honey even when you just saw him you couldn't help but smile, you were absolutely thrilled that the two of you would be spending time together just the two of you at your house for the day since you had off from work and he had some time off from wrestling and training not only agreeing to come over for lunch but also to spend the night with you which left you overjoyed and nervous as time went on as you watched movies together feeling your heart stop when he mindlessly started tracing his fingers across your thigh until you grabbed his hand comparing the sizes between the two of you smiling sweetly as his fingers curl over your own before he gently pulls you by your ankle in his lap hiding your rosy face against his chest smiling at the chuckle that echos throughout his chest before taking a risk placing a soft kiss on his neck going up to his cheek before he grabs your face in both his hands holding you so tenderly and carefully as he kissed you before lifting you up "If you don't wanna take this step already it's okay we can wait" your heart melted at the pure humanity and honesty in the moment before you shake your head. "No, I've loved you ever since we met and I have to show you all of it" he smiles before kissing you deeply "When did you know?" you smile as your lips lightly touch "I knew in a second...i just knew" your lips reconnect before walking to your bedroom admiring each other's bodies in awe intertwining your hands together in between synchronized moans and whispers of I love you as your molded together, you smile waking up the next morning laying on top of damian with his fingers lightly trailing down your back before the two of you got up and spent the whole day together making up for the six months before that you both held back for too long.

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iyawritesstuff · 3 years ago

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As a really curvy girl... This really hits home 🥺💕

"What I See In You" (Damian Priest One-Shot)

Pairing: Damian Priest X Female Plus-sized Reader

Summary: You overhear some of the WWE female superstars talking about your size and immediately your self-esteem takes a nose-dive. Damian, your boyfriend, makes it his mission to lift you back up.

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE or NXT. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Body shaming, and fluff

Notes: Takes place in NXT on the “wedding day” of Indi Hartwell and Dexter Lumis. Also, in this story, Damian is a groomsman, and Y/N is a bride’s maid. Hope this is enjoyed!

What I See In You

You had just flushed the toilet and were about to come out of the bathroom stall so you could wash your hands, when a group of giggling female voices could be heard entering the public bathroom.

Something told you to stay put because the voices belonged to none other than Mandy Rose, Gigi Dolin, and Jacy Jayne. And while you were a force to be reckoned with in the ring, you weren’t so sure how you would do by yourself in a 3-on-1 bathroom gang up.

“You actually had a match against Nia Jax when you were on the main roster?” Jacy asked. “How did that go?”

“How do you think it went,” Mandy laughed. “I was flattened like a pancake.” She giggled again. “Aaaaand if you haven’t noticed, she’s put on a lot more weight recently. I feel sorry for anyone who has to try and manhandle her!”

“You know who else is putting on a lot of weight? And in our very own roster” Gigi interjected. “Y/N! My God, that girl is turning into a heffer!”

“Signed, sealed and delivered,” Mandy agreed. “I can’t believe that Damien is wasting his time with her. If I was still on the main roster, I’d seriously take him off her hands.

Tears burned your eyes and you struggled to not let them fall since your makeup was already done for the evening.

You can have your cry tonight after the show, you told yourself, fanning your face and taking some deep breaths through your nose. In the meantime, my fat butt is getting on a diet.

The three other women continued to guffaw at your size--particularly in your middle and thighs--and your struggle to hold back tears began anew. Finally, and thankfully, the three women left the bathroom and you were free to wash your hands. You tried not to look at yourself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror as you cleaned up. You couldn’t bear to look and take note of what the three bimbos had said about you.

But you couldn’t help it. Your gaze shifted to the mirror and you saw the hint of a double chin forming at your neck. Your eyes wandered down to your stomach and noted that it was still relatively flat, but you were developing a definite muffin top. You knew you’d put some weight on recently, but you’d just hoped that no one had noticed. Apparently, in vain however.

Oh, God… What if Damian has noticed? What if he finds me repulsive now? You thought back to the last time the two of you had made love and tried to remember if he’d acted strangely. You couldn’t recall anything different but that wasn’t to say he’d not noticed.

Glancing at your face to make sure no tears were threatening to fall, you then hurried out of the bathroom. It was nearly time to eat some dinner before the show and you’d agreed to meet with Damian at a nearby fast food place in order to get a quick meal.

Walking as quickly as you could, you headed for your rental and within minutes you were driving toward Arby’s.

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You quickly pulled into a parking space and got out of the car, immediately heading for the entrance to Arby’s when you saw Damian pull onto the parking lot and slip into the space next to yours. You waited on him, and nervously fiddled with your hair as a soft gust of wind blew. Damian got out of the car and walked up to you, a big smile stretching across his handsome face.

“Hi, babe. Que pasa?”

“Not much. Just wanting to get dinner out of the way.” Then you nearly cringed. So much for not letting Damian know anything was wrong.

“Why? You always enjoy dinner.”

Ouch, you thought. Nothing like reminding me that I love my food. Then you sighed, this wasn’t Damian’s fault. He meant nothing by what he said, he was just stating a fact.

“What’s wrong?”

And just like that, you wanted to cry again. “N-nothing. Let’s get some dinner and visit a bit,” you forced a smile to your face. “We don't get to do this very often since you got moved up to RAW.”

For a moment, Damian just looked at you. You could tell he knew something was definitely wrong but he obviously didn’t want to upset you even more so he apparently decided to let it go. For now.

You both took hands and stepped inside the Arby’s and got in line to place your orders.

“Um, I think I’ll have the Roast Chicken Entree Salad and a water,” you told the cashier and stepped aside so Damian could give his own order. He glanced at you a second, a look of near exasperation on his face and then proceeded to order the Reuben sandwich, curly fries and a large soft drink. You look at him with envy. As tall as he was he could afford those extra calories. Your much shorter frame could--unfortunately--not.

After Damian paid, your food was soon handed to you on a tray and he carried it to a booth. “So are you going to tell me what is going on? Or what?” Damian said softly, sitting down beside you in the booth. “You never order just a salad.”

“Really, it’s nothing,” you reply, emptying a packet of Ranch dressing onto your salad. “Just forget it.”

“Are you angry with me about something?”

“No!” You shook your head vehemently and laid the empty dressing packet aside. “Nothing like that. Don’t worry about it.”

“Well I do worry about it, when it’s something bothering you.”

“Can we talk about this tonight,” you asked, forking up a bite of salad. “Because…”

“Because?...” Damian prodded, unwrapping his Reuben sandwich.

“Because it’s something that will make me cry and I can’t cry right now. My makeup is done for the show in a couple hours.”

“Do I need to put a hurt on someone,” he asked, immediately setting his sandwich down.

You shook your head and gave a small, sad smile. “Not unless you believe in hitting women.” You took a bite of your salad and carefully chewed it before swallowing. “And I know you don’t. So, no.”

“We’re definitely talking about this later,” he said, picking his sandwich up and taking a bite out of it. “Because you know I won’t let it go.”

“I know it,” you said with a chuckle. “You’re like a pit bull. Once you sniff something out you chomp down and don’t release it.”

“Damn right,” he admitted, taking another bite of his food.

The remainder of your meal went by smoothly and uneventfully. But thankfully, Damian respected your wishes and didn’t bring up what was bothering you again. But you knew he would later that night. You could count on it.

“Okay, we better get back to the performance Center. The show will start soon,” Damian said softly, taking your hand and helping you out of the booth.

“Yeah, let’s get going,” you agreed, standing to your feet.

After dumping the tray of its garbage, you let Damian lead you out the double glass doors and over to your car.

“Okay, well, drive safe,” Damian said in goodbye to you. “We’ll meet up after the show and have that talk, okay? My room or yours?”

“Yours is good,” you said. “Mine’s a bit messy,” you tried to joke but it came out sounding flat.

With no warning, Damian trapped you against the driver’s side door and planted his mouth on yours in a toe-curling kiss. “Just in case you needed a reminder that you're beautiful,” he said softly, gazing into your eyes. “I’ll see you later.”

“Later,” you repeated in a daze. The kiss had branded you. Not to mention, Damian had all but read your mind. You smiled at him, then got in the car and drove back to the Performance Center.

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Once you were inside the center, you headed straight for your dressing room so you could get dressed for the wedding portion of the show.

You looked over the beautiful flowy pastel pink dress that draped all the way down to your ankles. It was spaghetti-strapped, and now you were re-thinking Indi’s choice in bridesmaid dresses. Ugh, what if my arms look terrible in it? Sighing, you shook your head and tried to focus on the kiss that Damian had bestowed upon you earlier. If I looked horrible he wouldn’t be with me, you told yourself. Get a grip!

Quickly, you undressed and then pulled the slinky material over your head and dressed in the soft garment. Looking in the mirror, you were relieved that the dress seemed to hide all of your problem areas.

There was a knock at your door then, and you went to answer it. It was none other than Indi Hartwell--the bride.

“Oh, you look amazing, Y/N,” she exclaimed. “I just knew you’d make that dress look even better!”

“Oh, stop,” you said, unsure of how to handle the compliment. Especially after the day you were having. “It’s the other way around. This dress makes me look good.”

“Oh, you stop,” Indi giggled. “You’re gorgeous! Well, I guess I’ll be on my way to get my hair and makeup done. I just wanted to stop by and see how the dress looked on you. SO glad it looks great! Bye, Y/N!”

And with that, the blushing bride was rushing off to hair and makeup.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and sat down on the sofa in your room, waiting on the wedding segment.

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Finally the time had arrived. You were a bundle of nerves.

Why?

You didn’t know.

The wedding wasn’t even your own, but you were literally ready to jump out of your skin.

There was another knock at your door and you really did jump as if you'd been shot. Rising to your feet, you hurried to the door and answered it.

Damian stood on your threshold looking gorgeous as always. He wore a black and gold dress shirt with ripped leather pants and black boots.

“Wow, you look-” You both started.

With a giggle, you let Damian finish his sentence.

“Gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” you replied. “You look devilishly handsome.”

“Thanks.” He offered you his arm. “Are you ready for the wedding?”

“Yes.” You took his offered arm and let him guide you down the long hallway toward the small arena.

As rehearsed, you both slowly walked down the makeshift aisle and then took your places at the altar with the other groomsmen and bridesmaids, and waited on the bridal chorus to begin.

It began almost instantly, and Indi began making her way down the aisle toward Dexter and the two microphones set up between the two of them.

You watched as the wedding moved along mostly without a hitch, save for a couple of mishaps with the minister. Luckily, Beth Phoenix saved the day in the end. Finally, you were listening to Indi say “I do” and then it was Dexter’s turn. The room became deadly silent in its anticipation. And then it happened.

“I…. Do…”

All of the wedding guests and the whole arena erupted. “He spoke!” Everyone seemed to yell at the same time.

In her happiness and excitement, Indi reached over and kissed Dexter. The wedding was completed, and Indi and Dexter were married.

NXT went off the air then and everyone relaxed and began filing out of the makeshift venue: Dexter and Indi first, and then the groomsmen and bridesmaids linked arms and walked back down the aisle as well.

“That was fun,” Damian commented as you exited into the hallway.

You nodded with a smile, “It was.”

You both headed for your dressing rooms to get back into some regular clothes so you could feel a little more comfortable. You settled on a t-shirt and sweatpants with tennis shoes.

You quickly packed up your things and rolled your suitcase behind you in search of Damian. You quickly found him exiting his own dressing room with his luggage as well. “Ready,” he asked you.

What a loaded question. You couldn’t tell if he meant in general or if you were ready for the discussion you were to have a little later.

“Yeah,” you answered in spite of your uncertainty.

“Why don’t we take my car,” he suggested, taking hold of your suitcase and pulling it along with him. “I could run you by here in the morning to get your rental.”

You nodded, and shyly reached out and took his arm, leaning against it as you walked with him. “Thanks.”

“What for,” he asked, leaning down and kissing the top of your head. “I’m not sure,” you replied honestly. “I guess just… being here for me.”

He was silent as he led you to his car and loaded the luggage in the back. Then he helped you into the passenger seat and hurried around to the driver’s side where he climbed in and started the car.

“Do you want to stop anywhere before we head back to the hotel,” he asked as he began driving down the street. “Want to get something to eat? Maybe a snack?”

You shook your head immediately. “No, I’m not hungry. But stop and get yourself something if you want.”

“What is going on, Y/N? You’ve hardly eaten anything today except for a skimpy salad and now you don’t even want a snack? I can hear your stomach growling for God’s sake.”

“Nothing is going on. I’m just trying to… not depend on food so much.”

“Is that the problem? You’re on a diet?”

“It’s not a problem, it’s a solution.”

“Not if it means starving yourself. Why are you trying to lose weight anyway?”

“It just came to my attention that I’ve gained some weight and I want to take it off before I get too comfortable with it.”

“We’re talking more about this as soon as we reach the hotel,” Damian said. “Right now I need to concentrate on driving, but we definitely need to talk.”

You nodded tiredly, “Okay.”

You reached the hotel quickly--you highly suspected because Damian chose to speed--and let him help you out of the car. Then he was gathering your luggages and walking with you into the hotel.

Within minutes you were both in Damian’s room.

“Okay, so what is this really all about? Why are you all of a sudden worried about your weight, Y/N,” Damian asked as he sat on the bed and motioned for you to join him. Once seated, you turned toward him.

“I… I heard someone talking today. In the ladies room. About Nia Jax and her size.”

“Okay,” Damian encouraged you to go on. “Do you know who was talking about her?”

You nodded, “Yes. It was Mandy and her minions.”

“Oh the Toxic Attraction chicks, huh?” “Yeah. Well, pretty quickly… I got dragged into the conversation. They began talking about how big I’m getting…” Tears streamed down your face now. You couldn’t stop them. Mandy said that if she were still on the main roster she’d take you off my hands.”

“Mandy couldn’t have me,” Damian assured you, reaching up to wipe away some of your tears. “I don’t even like her, let alone am I attracted to her.”

You nodded, uncertainty on your face nonetheless. “I stayed quiet in the stall. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing I’d heard them.”

“Bambina,” Damian started softly, pulling you onto his lap.

You started to struggle against him though. You felt too bulky to sit in his lap. “Don’t. I’m too heavy, Damian.”

“Shhhh….” Damian shushed you and held you all the tighter. “You’re not. You’re perfect to me. And You're not going anywhere till I have you convinced of how beautiful you are.”

With that, he pulled you even closer and trailed his lips over your temple. “Don’t you ever think you aren’t beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re absolutely breath-taking.” He slowly dragged his lips down to your neck and his teeth grazed over the tender flesh. “And I’ll support whatever you want to do; if you want to diet I’ll support that. If you were to put on some more pounds, I’ll support that. But just promise me, that if you choose to diet, you’ll do it the healthy way and not starve yourself to death. Okay?”

You nodded shakily as his teeth nipped your neck. “O-okay.”

“I love you, ya know?”

You froze. It was the first time the L-word had come out of his mouth in regards to you. “Damian… you don’t have to say that just to make me feel bet-”

“I said it because I meant it,” he interrupted you. Pulling back to look you in the eyes. “I don’t throw that word around, believe me.”

You smiled softly. “I love you too.”

And just like that the mood shifted in the room to one of need--desire.

“Let me show you how beautiful I think you are,” Damian whispered, nudging you back on the bed.

Where you were sure to stay until he could see you were convinced of your beauty.

THE END

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theworldofotps · 3 years ago

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More Than A Number

Pairing: Damian Priest x Plus Size Reader Word Count: 1,208 Description: Lately the reader has been struggling with her body image, Damian reminds her she’s beautiful regardless of the scale numbers.

🚨Trigger warning: Body negativity, body shaming, body image, self hate, weight discussed(including diet mentioned.) Please please don’t read if you’ll be triggered by anything. 🚨 This one was a little hard to write and hit close to home but I hope you all enjoy it anyway. ________ Tag list:

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Staring at your reflection in the mirror shouldn’t bring you to tears. Shouldn’t have you afraid to look at yourself without clothing or make you wish the floor would open up and swallow you. A simple object with a reflective surface shouldn’t have the power to send your confidence down the sink drain while you try to tear your eyes away from your exposed flesh.

And yet here y/n stood staring at herself in said mirror left only in her panties and bra. Her clothes were still laying on the bed where she had placed them before her shower. She’d been meaning to get dressed right away but walking past the mirror caused her to stop. The sight of her plus size body always made her throat tighten.

She knew that she shouldn’t be so hard on herself. Her body did a lot for her but the thoughts from her own mind and comments from people online didn’t make it easy.

“Look at these stretch marks, your thighs constantly rub together.”

Y/n mutters as she pinches the fat around her stomach on her arms and legs. Twisting and turning she blinks tears away.

“Nothing more then an overweight heifer, just cut out the food and you may actually manage to lose a few pounds.”

“How can she even think it’s okay to look like this? You’re setting a bad example for so many people! You should feel ashamed of yourself.”

Comments she got on her recent photo, normally her pictures didn’t get much attention. But once people found out she was dating a WWE superstar, everything changed.

Hearing her phone vibrate, y/n glances at it before looking back at herself. She really needed to try a diet again, and since Damian was gone most of the day it would be easy.

“What could he possibly see in me?”

“Who mami?”

Whirling around holding a hand to her chest Y/n sees Damian standing in the doorway of their room. Wiping her cheeks she grabs her shirt slipping it on.

“Nobody, I didn’t expect you home yet.”

“We got finished early so I decided to stop off for some food and figured we could watch movies.”

Walking into the bedroom he watches as she scrambles to pull her bottoms on and grabs her hand.

“Didn’t you get my text?”

“Yeah yeah I just was thinking it was somebody else and didn’t check it right away.”

“You’ve been crying.”

“What?”

Y/n asks, looking at him then glances away grabbing her phone.

“I can tell, your eyes are red and a little puffy. You have tear tracks on your face. I won’t force you to say anything but you can always talk to me.”

Damian gently cups her face in her hands as he wipes her cheeks. Y/n bites her lips resting her hands on his arms.

“Why are you with me?”

“Because I love you, I can’t picture a life without you in it. There’s so many reasons why.”

“People think you can do better than me, I’m too big, too fat. You could be with someone slimmer, someone beautiful, who fits the image of Damian Priest’s girlfriend.”

Pulling away from him, y/n walks over looking at herself in the mirror.

“You are beautiful, I love and like you the way you are now. Who cares what some asshole online has to say? Princesa, please you need to stop listening to the comments.”

“It’s not just the comments!”

Y/n looks at his eyes in the mirror, sighing as she wraps her arms around her waist.

“My thoughts are just as loud. I’m not stupid I don’t look like those girls you work with or the friends you have. My thighs rub together, I have stretch marks and wide hips. I can't fit into a size six, I can’t wear what other girls can. I don’t like how I look.

I don’t know how else to explain it, you’re gorgeous, absolutely stunning and I’m just this. A blob of a human. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror most days without being disgusted. I’ve tried so many diets, weight loss programs and nothing works.”

“Y/n I think you’re forgetting cariño, a couple years ago I was bigger then I am now. Everything you’re telling yourself I told myself as well. Yeah I slimmed down but it still isn’t without its struggles. So I understand to a point how you’re feeling. Your thoughts and feelings are valid, that’s why I’m not going to tell you that you’re crazy or being ridiculous. However, I would like to tell you my thoughts if you’ll let me.”

He says, walking up behind her and resting his hands on her hips. Y/n slowly nods her head and smiles softly when he kisses her neck. She had seen pictures of Damian before and she still thought he looked so handsome. She had also heard him putting himself down regarding it.

“It’s true mami, you are a whole lotta woman. But you’re so much more then your size. You have a brilliant mind, wicked humor and a kind heart. This body that you’re talking so poorly of does so many amazing things. It houses your organs, gives you the ability to live life. It holds my favorite person in the whole world in its depths.

You’re stunning inside and out, you have no idea how much I love you. How much I love your body.. Every curve and swell of you I love every single inch.

I think we both know just how much I enjoy spending time between your thighs. Skin so soft and smooth.”

Damian winks at her in the mirror as he hugs her from behind, his comment had gotten a smile from her which is what he was hoping for.

“You may be a bit more plus size then the girls I work with but you are just as fantastic. And some of them have some curves as well, nothing wrong with that. As for the comments on your pictures, I know it’s not easy ignoring them. But they’re completely wrong, you’re the most stunning woman I have ever seen. The only person who gets to comment on our relationship is the two of us. And I should know if you’re good enough for me and you’re more then enough. Your heart and personality were two of the first things that made me fall in love with you.

Y/n I promise baby, you are perfectly imperfect and I love you no matter what. I always will.”

Turning around you hug Damian tightly, face buried in his shirt as you sigh. Every possible argument to his words were swimming through your head but you pushed them away for now.

“Thank you for that, I appreciate it a lot.”

Smiling down at you Damian pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“You’re welcome, now let’s go get comfy on the couch.”

He smiles, taking your hand and pulling you away from the mirror. It wouldn’t happen overnight and sometimes you still really struggled but Damian helped you whenever he could. Reminded you that you were beautiful, you’re more then just some numbers on a scale. And that he’d always love you, no matter the size.

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solarrene · 2 years ago

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Home Again

Jason Todd X Plus Size reader

Death, loss, grief, trauma.

Chapter Two

They knew of death, and none of them had a good thought of it, no one does and should anyway. But this, this was not death they were familiar with and it hit them like a truck. The atmosphere was bright. It was not what they had expected to be.

By Grace Through Death

Two days later, they found themselves in their jet plane heading to London. Everyone of them dressed in black. Alfred was holding a bouquet of red roses, ever so gentle with it. When Alfred had talk fondly of not only Amelia but Y/N as well, Dick followed Alfred to get his own flower, when Dick realized all the rest followed to him, he suggested they buy only one stem each with the intention of giving it to Y/N. Bruce had his own bouquet. And there they were now, silent, each with a flower in their hold.

Few more hours then, they arrived at the cemetery. Thankful they were as they notice they were not late but a little early. As they walk almost where it was held, a woman in a black dress came into view, walking to them. Alfred recognizes them and immediately smiled. It was Y/N.

"Alfred," She beams when they were near enough and hugged him. "I thought I saw someone familiar and here you are." Y/N tells as she stays in their hug. "Oh, Alfred, how long has it been?" She whispers but enough to be heard.

"Too long, my dear, too long," He replies, now looking at each other. The exchange was watched deeply by the family, without even trying, Alfred's fondness came to their front, of how he talked about her then, it was there.

They let go of each other and Y/N turns to the family, feeling little to their gaze.

"These are for Amelia." Alfred hands the bouquet to her and Y/N held it.

"She'll love this, thank you."

They heard a cough and it came from Dick, who encouraged Damian to step out as he was now holding each of their roses. Y/N smiled down at the boy, waiting for him to speak.

"These are for you, from us." Damian speaks but looking down on the ground as he held out the flowers.

"My lovely, they're beautiful," She gently traces his face with her fingers—yet cautiously, not wanting to make the child uncomfortable. Damian looked up to see her smiling, his face flushed and looked down again, making the others chuckle to themselves.

Before she could say thank you again, Bruce speaks up, "These are for you too." He offers, smiling a little. Y/N, taken back, laughs as her hands were now full with their flowers. If they thought her smile couldn't be bigger, they were wrong. "Thank you...for these beautiful flowers, for being with Alfred here today...for being here, thank you." She nods to them, trying her best to look at each of them. They wonder, for someone who just lost their mother, how could she have the strength to smile like she does.

They took their place as the ceremony started. Alfred was beside Y/N, their hands held from the beginning as to its ends.

It was like a switch, Y/N, had never felt so empty, staring at the coffin as they lay it down deeper until it was not to be seen. She stand motionless, just there, not hearing anything, numb, where she didn't feel Alfred's hold anymore, almost lifeless. No pain she felt, she wasn't feeling anything.

Alfred didn't miss a beat of her state, he felt for her, differently the same pain they were having. Even in front of it all, he still couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe he was there now, above the grass, the coffin going down, the tombstone, the priest, everything, he couldn't believe it. His heart was still eating itself.

Grief comes in his door again. Unprepared.

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Laughter. Laughter could be heard as they enter a house. They felt uneasy, seeing how bright the house was with curtains and windows open, vases with flowers every corner, a soft melody of piano playing in the background, and one which confused them more; there were more than enough people smiling and laughing together.

Y/N can be seen walking back and forth to her visitors, offering foods and drinks, talking to them, and smiling with them.

She sees them enter and walk over. "Hello....please, make yourselves at home," she stops, putting a hand on her face. "I'm sorry, was that a weird thing to say? I dont-" As she laughs at herself, not knowing what to say further.

"Don't be, it's fine." Bruce uttered, Y/N breathes, collecting herself, "We have foods and drinks in the kitchen, if you're hungry, please help yourselves."

Dick, Cassandra, Tim, Stephanie and Duke didn't need to be told twice and head straight to the kitchen. Wanting to be distracted and away. Y/N chuckles as she sees them. She notices Jason, as someone who were the tallest among them after Bruce, with a white streak on his hair, she remembers his name from what Alfred has told her before, Jason— had been quiet or visibly uncomfortable ever since they have arrived at the cemetery. But who can blame him, Y/N thinks.

"Lovely children you have, Mr. Wayne." She says, walking with Alfred, following Bruce, Damian and Jason. Alfred smiles at her statement, couldn't help but felt proud of himself and for Bruce.

"Just call me Bruce, and yes, they are. Handful often but they are." Bruce replies, Damian was heard grumbling by his Father's remark and this made Y/N giggle.

"Don't you want to eat with your them?" She asks him, matching his pace so she could be beside him.

"I'm a vegetarian." Damian says firmly.

"Oh, that wouldn't be a problem. We made foods that you can eat, do you want to come with me?" Y/N offers her hand to him, Damian looks at it, hesitating, and remembering he needed, or rather wanted to be on his best behavior for Alfred, and with Y/N being as she is, Damian couldn't decline.

They were quite taken back as she held Damian's hand, when they entered the kitchen, the others were too. She took a minute to getting Damian's food and gave it to him. He mumbled a small thank you, taking a seat besides his siblings and started to eat.

"You have a lovely home," Duke speaks up over the silence that was starting to be heard. Despite not knowing them, she felt their sincerity.

"Thank you," she smiles, but then realizes she needed to get back to her guests. "If you'll excuse me." She nods, before walking out the kitchen.

After going here and there to her guests, she notices a tall figure out on the porch. She goes outside, wanting to check up on them. As she stands beside the person, she saw it was one of Bruce's son, the man with the white streak.

"Hi, I don't mean to bother but are you alright?" She asks unsurely, glancing at him. Jason was leaning his arms down on the banister, tightening and unclenching his grip on it, staring ahead but much aware of her presence.

Jason breathed out from his mouth, uneasy. "I...I'm not too fond of funerals." He mutters. Jason didn't have a particularly good thought of death and everything that comes with it. Too many haunting memories that continues to prey him. It scared him, feeling as if he was on the edge of being back where he was haunted.

After their discussion two days ago, Jason was tense. Bruce knew of this and had a talk with him. Alfred did as well, ever so they were concerned for their boy but to which again dismissed by Jason, telling them that he wants to be there and that he can handle it. Which he did handle, but it started to overwhelm him since he stepped foot in the house for the funeral reception.

The atmosphere of the place, it was as if they welcomed death so gracefully, if they knew of it even. He thought to himself if the people were faking it, putting up a front, but it was too real that he was starting to believe it. It couldn't be true. And Y/N, he saw how her face lit up when she saw Alfred, how tender she was at the time, how she emitted light at such time they were now. If they didn't know anything, no one could guess that she had lost her mother. He didn't understand it and it bothered him.

"No one is anyways," she laughs softly, and there it was again, Jason notices as he looked at her. Had he no heart, he would have blatantly asked her if she was faking it but he didn't have the guts to. Cruel it would be, he thinks.

Silence fell between them, hesitating to speak or ask what was on their mind. Y/N erased her lingering thoughts and turned again to the man.

"Wouldn't you like to eat? My cakes are not as good as Alfred's cookies but rest assured it can live up to its taste." She offers, catching the gleam in his eyes when she mentioned the famous cookies of Alfred as she smiles, Jason found himself doing the same thing, he didn't realize the tense in his body he was holding wore off as he follows her to the kitchen.

Few hours later on the reception ended. Although, there were only a few guests, her mother's friends, a few of hers and the neighbours, it seemed and felt like it was a lot. Y/N was more than grateful.

She sees Alfred in the empty kitchen, standing mindlessly in the middle of it. She enters with a quiet knock on the door. "It bleeds of her, doesn't it?"

Alfred breathes, closing his eyes after reeling the place in. "It does," he whispers, with now eyes opened, he sees a vision, a memory of Amelia, him, a little Y/N there in the kitchen, baking, they were laughing. Him and Amelia as if they were dancing while working together.

"It's good to see you, Al." She says walking to hug him, "I missed you," she mumbles against his shoulder.

"As have I, darling," he breathes, feeling his tears for the first time today, his heart tugging its nerves. Though her heart pounds heavy against his, breath ragged, she hold onto him more firmer, trying to fight her tears.

"As have I." They hold onto each other longer the time can give them.

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Much to her demise, when she started to clean and fix up things, Mrs. Ford, her neighbor, the closest friend of her mother, stopped her before she could do anything. Alfred had told her they were gonna be picked up for at least half an hour, so she got her things from her bedroom. To her surprise, Jason was already in the middle of the stairs, waiting to get her things to help her, flustered as she thanked him. The exchange didn't go unnoticed by the family and smiled to themselves.

Her people knew she was gonna go away for a while, and they all supported the idea. So now here they were, Mrs. Ford, promising her to take care of their home and to take her time, others ushering the same notion to her.

Although Alfred was beside her throughout the time, her doubts still lingers in her of her staying with the Wayne family as they were now driving to the airport. Things were happening fast. She had thought about it thoroughly even after she agreed, at least in some way, her mind was distracted somewhere else. She was more than inclined to thought about other things. But now that it was happening, now that the car pulled up in front of a jet, had her heart thumping.

Alfred sensing this, puts his hand on top of hers, bringing her back. "My dear, I know you already have agreed, but are you sure you want to do this?" Alfred tried not to curse at himself for not seeing it before, how careless it might have been of him to persuade her to go.

And Y/N realizes this and felt bad as he was. She shakes her head and squeezed his hand, "No, no, it's fine. I'm fine, I want to, just a bit worried."

Alfred sighs as his doubts goes away, smiling, "I assure you, again, you'd be welcome there, and I'll always be with you." He promises and Y/N nodded. They head into the jet, sat in front of each other. It was quiet once again, it wasn't uneasiness nor dreadful but just silent.

A book in her hand, just looking at it from time to time, with a picture of her mother between the pages. She looked up from her book as she realizes the youngest of them, had just sat beside Alfred, sneaking a glance at her.

She smiles, putting the book in her lap. "Hello, I've never got to ask your name earlier." She says softly, which made Damian looked at her. She did know his name, and everyone's, but she just wanted to do so, and thought maybe that could warm up the child to her.

"It's Damian," he mutters.

"Beautiful name." Y/N compliments, Damian felt the heat on his cheeks and sinks in his seat. Dick, Cassandra, Duke, Stephanie, who were across them, was watching them with amusement, specifically their little brother that keeps being flustered. As well as Jason and Tim in front of them, still having a view to look at them, as for Bruce, who at the back of Alfred, listens to them intently.

Y/N nodded for Damian to go on as she hints he wants to say something. Damian blows out a breath, nodding to himself and speaks. "I want to ask you some questions and I...can you answer honestly?"

Y/N raises her eyebrows, not expecting that but smiles at the child none the less. She mouths an okay and waits for him to speak. The others were too, anticipated, or scared even.

"I have noticed your eyes, from the looks of it, you haven't been crying. I find it very odd, and why is that?" Damian went straight for it, taking everyone by surprise. Alfred threw her an apologetic glance and Y/N dismisses it with shaking her hand a little.

She leans back on her sit, now looking down at the book on her lap. "It does seem like that, doesn't it?" she laughs and thinks for a moment, if she should say her truth, especially to a child, especially to a family she had never been with before. But she supposed she should be honest as the question was evident in everyone, she was much observant just as the child.

"I have been. When I arrived at the hospital, I was immediately met with the news of her not making it, I cried just as I received of it, and every night since then, I have been. But I made sure it couldn't be tell that I was, I didn't want anyone to worry," she says, feeling the dryness of her eyes. "But I think that made some of them worry more by doing so," chuckling, remembering a few of her friend's worried faces. "And my mother...she had always disliked it when I cried, so I try my best not to." Y/N finishes, with her pursed lips smiling a little.

Y/N feels thankful that with time, she had learn to have control over her body, emotions, to prevent her from crying at such subjects. Had she not, she would have been sobbing by now. Anyone would have been.

Damian took a few seconds, taking in what she said. From the moment he saw her, her eyes was the first thing he noticed, clean and not a mess. It did make sense she would appear appropriately, but no evidence of her misery was shown, that is what everyone got thinking.

"At the funeral reception...everyone seemed to be fine. Isn't funerals normally unbearable and dreadful?" Damian warily says, speaking out loud of what everybody had been questioning again.

"Clever boy," she grinned at him, he glared at his siblings across him for hearing them laugh quietly.

It was no surprise that even a kid asked this, it was like an elephant in the room, so she expected that question was going to be asked, one way or another.

"I have never been to a funeral before, only now. Nor, ever experienced loss. But you're right, I suppose, it's usually unbearable and dreadul. Understandably so.'' She states, agreeing with him. Odd the situation was for the others, even at the back of her mind, she finds it too. But she was thankful that the reception was how it was.

She breathes deeply, "But my mother, she was kind. Happy, she radiated sunshine." She looks out the window, closing her eyes for a second. "Every Saturday, she and her friends would go out or just have tea together. On Sunday, with her friends too, we'd go to church and eat together after." Y/N smiled to herself, memories playing in.

"Her death was so sudden and tragic. I'm angry still, I think I'll always be." She pauses, trying to maintain her composure. Her fingers finding the picture of her mother in her book, tracing it gently.

Anger and grief, no one can understand it better than everyone who was with her right now. They felt for her.

"But I, all her people, know she was happy with her life, fulfilled. We know she wouldn't want us to be miserable. She left us beautiful memories, I suppose we didn't want to taint that, we wanted to hold on to it. All of her people are hurting, we'll always be, but back there, everything was genuine, hurting but happy still." Y/N declares, turning her gaze to Alfred, both of them reach for each other's hand.

"Because of her love and our love for her. Because she had a brother who always knew she was loved truly by him." She said firmly, tightly holding his hand, as if she knew he needed assurance, she did and he did.

And just like that, they understood it. Although, her and her perspective, not entirely. Had their parents been killed with being as they are at the present, if they had the same loving bond as the mother and daughter did, it would have been rampage, anger, blood spilled, blind red. Vengeance.

Her truth gave them a chance to think of it all.

A new light shown.

Damian stared at her, utterly baffled. She smiles at him, "We all grieve differently, love. Death hits us never the same." She speaks, hoping to make sense. He nodded, flustered again. He threw his siblings a threatening glance as he stood up and sat beside again his father.

"How you've grown, my dear." Alfred expressed, his other hand now cupping her face, she leans to his hand, now she can feel her tears threatening her.

"Do not make me cry," she hisses quietly, laughing at herself for doing so as tears fell on her cheeks. She catches herself a few seconds after. Though she was well aware it had not only Alfred and Damian whom she spoke to, but the entire family too, it hits her, and felt shy over again. Leaning back to her seat, with fingers fumbling.

And from her peripheral vision, she was aware too of the stare of the one with the white streak. Y/N finally looks at him, no change in his face as she did, but when she smiled, his expression softened and found himself smiling once again because of her.

Maybe it was because he heard how gentle her voice was when she first spoke to Damian, her sincere gaze when thanking them for being there. Maybe it was because he observed how she was at the cemetery, he knew of the state, numb, lifeless but then when he entered their home, he saw how she easy was with people, when he heard her giggle, or very much odd enough--how she made Damian little and adorable under her gaze. How at the front, she made it seem so easy.

He almost grinned to himself when he thought of how easily could she be mistaken as blood related to their beloved Alfred but except from his wrath that always threaten to show when they hit the remaining straws.

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The manor was as she expected to be, grand. It stood its glory. It looked like it had seen hundreds of storms but it mirrored novel. If she was already astonished by only the front of it, she knew to prepared herself by what lies inside.

"Do you want to have dinner with us or shall I just bring it to your room?" Alfred asks Y/N as he walks beside her in the manor, following Bruce. All except the three walked behind everyone who parted ways.

She didn't need to think about her choice. The family was back in their home, but she felt their was a missing piece to it. They were silent, evident that they were cautious. And she knew it was because of her. But who could blame them anyway.

Though the family was well familiar of the situation as they had been in it quite enough concerning times, this was different...

So she didn't want to be a burden more on, or at least that was what she felt. She shook her head but smiled, "I...I think I just want to rest now." She looks at Alfred with pleading eyes, hoping he could see her thoughts and he did.

"Very well, let's get you to your room." He nodded as he lead her on the long, wide hallway. At the end of it, was an elevator, Alfred walked to it with her things. Before she followed him, she turned to Bruce.

Trying not to be interested anywhere but his eyes, she spoke, "Thank you...I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here, I hope I don't become unbearable to you guys here, but thank you." She tightly grips the bag she was holding, feeling little.

It took him back to the times when his children walked in the manor for the first time, so different from each but still the very same they were; hesitant, doubtful, scared, shy--young.

He lays a hand on her shoulder, softly, meeting her gaze. The same way as he did then, gentle, wanting to emit safety, which always delivered. "You won't be. You are more than welcome here. Take your time, Alfred will always be here for you and us if you need anything." Bruce assures her, he had no doubt she and Alfred already had the conversation but he was glad he got to speak about to her of it.

Unable to held his gaze anymore, she stared down, and nodded, uttering a last and small thank you and head to the elevator. Bruce smiled to himself and head to his own place.

It had been a long day for all of them. As Y/N's night comes to an end, theirs was just the beginning.

In their element, Gotham in its own-dark, but bright with city lights, dangers that always spilled in nights. They had never forget why they do what they do, but today reminded them of it again, each of them with lingering thoughts of what happened today as they do their job. With minds sharper than it always is, some punches were pulled, some went to hell with it. They were not gonna go back home not unless they made sure tonight that no one was gonna end up like Alfred or Y/N.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years ago

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First Time Meeting The Doc (Malakai)

Smut (Malakai)

Plus Size Insecure Reader (Malakai)

Possessiveness (Malakai)

Stripper Reader

Stripper Reader Pt. 2

Dad!Edition (Malakai)

Accidently calling him Tommy

When He Falls In Love With His Psychiatrist/Reader (Malakai)

Calling Him “Daddy” For The First Time (Malakai)

Corruption Kink w/ Priest Malakai

Corruption Kink w/ Priest Malakai Pt. 2

NSFW

Reaction To You Getting Injured

Comforting

HOB resident pet fuck

JAY WHITE:

CNC Knife Play

OnlyFans

Voice Kink

Brat Taming

Cheering Bee up

Teasing

AU!Businessman Jay

DD/LG

Overstimulation/Forced Orgasm

Pregnancy Sex

After Forbidden Door

Student!Jay / Professor! Reader

Plus Size Reader

Aftercare

Teasing with a cock ring

Frat Brother ft. ELP

J.J.

Incubus

EL PHANTASMO:

Insecure Reader

Frat Brother ft. Jay White

DAVID FINLAY:

Soft!

DAMIAN PRIEST:

NSFW

SFW

Male Reader

Male Reder NSFW

NSFW Honeymoon!Edition

When You Win A Championship

Asking You To Be His Girlfriend

Trans Male/Female Reader

Dad!Edition Part 1

Dad!Edition Part 2

Period Edition

Tickle Fetish And Kinks

Jealousy

Praise Kink

DD/LG

DD/LG Relationship

Angry But Passionate Sex

Short Reader

Sub!Edition

Teasing NSFW

Comfort (SFW)

Comfort (NSFW)

Sexting

Non Binary Reader

Singer Reader

Living Together

Underwear

Wheelchair Bound Reader

Public Teasing

Mirror Kink

Going To Sleep

Babysitting

Black Plus Size Reader

Dating Someone From Wardrobe Department

Fingering

Domestic Edition

Voice Kink

Reader Who’s Insecure About Her Vagina

Reader’s Water Breaking + Home Birth

Shower Sex

Riding him + the risk of getting caught

Reader with an abusive relationship in the past

Squirting

Submissive Reader

Losing Your Virginity

Being His Masseuse

Celebrating His United States Title

Casual Intimacy

Pregnancy Sex

Quickie In The Pool

Stripper Reader

Sweaty/Smut

Impact Play Knowledge

Curvy Girl Lingerie

Fall/Halloween

Damian x Reader x Rhea

Soft and Reassuring

Single Mom Reader

Breeding Kink

Magic Mike! Damian

Creative Way To Tell Him You’re Pregnant

Spanish

Angsty Sex

PDA

Random Theme

Actress Reader who’s part of the cast of The Witcher

Winter Honeymoon

Cockwarming

Sleeping during sex

Michael Myers Kink - gone wrong lol

Hair

Valentine’s Day - Stripper Reader and AU!Bouncer

NSFW with Edge and Reader

FINN BÁLOR:

Demon King Edition

Biting Kink

“Submissive“ Demon King

Tickling

Shy Reader

Teasing

Sexting

Smutty/Fluff

Face Fucking

Voice Kink

Super Horny And Tries To Tease The Reader

Knife Play

Pregnancy Sex

Reader’s Reaction To His Promo on SmackDown Against Roman

Brat Taming (Prince Devitt)

Bálor and Tribal Chief Contest

Black Tongue

Ask Drabble

DD/LG

Dirty Talk w/ Demon King

ETHAN PAGE:

Enemies To Lovers

Smut

EDGE:

NSFW with Damian and Reader

JAY BRISCOE:

Brat taming

“Make her cum with your tongue, put her sleep with your dick“

DEXTER LUMIS:

NSFW

SFW

DREW MCINTYRE:

Breeding Kink

Claymore

Mafia Boss

RANDY ORTON:

NSFW

Mood Board HC

RHEA RIPLEY (F/F):

NSFW

SFW

Dirty Talk

When You Get Injured

Cooking

Angry Rhea/Teasing

BECKY LYNCH (F/F):

Celebrating after Summerslam

TOMMASO CIAMPA:

NSFW

SFW

Sub!Edition

DD/LG

Jealous

Sexting

Reader Calling Him Daddy For The First Time

Birthday Sex

Comforting When A Family Member Passes Away

Cozy/Comfort

Rough Sex

After winning the NXT title back

Halloween Smut

Angsty Sex

DARBY ALLIN:

Soft/SFW

Riding Him

Rough Sex

Possessive/Breeding Kink

Soft and NSFW

JON MOXLEY:

Plus Size Reader Fluff

Comforting After a Break Up

With A Stripper Reader

EDDIE KINGSTON:

NSFW

SFW

Dad!Edition (Baby Girl)

Dad!Edition (Baby Boy)

Dad! Edition (Teenage Girl)

Siblings w/ Mox

Uncle Edition

When A Woman Hit On You

When A Man Hit On You

Husband Edition

Pregnancy

Plus Size Reader

Jealous Reader

PDA

Comfort

Nurse Reader

Virgin Reader

General Kinks

Riding Him

Movie Date

His Reaction To When Someone Sees Your NSFW Videos

Comforting Him

Fighting And Making Up

Shy/Introvert Reader

Giving Head To Female Reader

The Reason Behind The Nickname “Fox”

Tooth Extraction

Sick Reader

Make up Sex

First Night In New Home

Pregnancy Sex

His Reaction To Your Celebrity Crush

Dirty Talk

Fingering

Cuddling

Dad!Part 2

ADAM PAGE:

Student x Teacher

Dirty Talk

Jealousy

Angsty Sex

Sneaky Sex

Spoiling

Cockwarming

Professor Hangman - Blowjob

Professor Hangman - Jealous

Professor Hangman - Jealous 2

CHUCK TAYLOR:

NSFW

SFW

BARON CORBIN:

Reader With Panic Attack

NSFW

THE SHIELD:

Predator and Prey

Roommates NSFW/SFW

MATT JACKSON:

Brat Taming

How he treats a sensitive Sub

Flirting with The Elite in front of him

“Where Do You Think You’re Going?“

Random Prompt

With Plus Size Reader

Feral Matt

Sexual Punishments

Needy Matt

Cocky

Vampire!Matt

Poppy

Vampire!Matt 2

NICK JACKSON:

Plus Size Reader

Jealousy/slight smut

Sexual Punishments

Enemies To Lovers

Poppy

KENNY OMEGA:

Reader Caught Masturbating

Virgin Brat

WARDLOW:

Male Reader

Pet Name

Professor!Wardlow

OnlyFans

Finding Out That You’re Pregnant

Celebration after winning a championship

Celebration after winning a championship pt.2

CASH WHEELER

Pregnancy

ELIAS SAMSON:

Blindfolded NSFW

Jealous Elias In The Club

CODY RHODES:

Office Edition

TRIPLE H:

SFW/NSFW

Breeding Kink

COLT COBANA:

SFW/NSFW

SHEAMUS:

NSFW/SFW

JOHNNY GARGANO:

NSFW

MJF:

NSFW

Shower Sex

Soft for his SO

PETE DUNNE:

Agressive Make Out

Con Non-Con

MUSTAFA ALI:

Single Mother Reader

SETH ROLLINS:

Kidnapping

AUSTIN GUNN:

Smut

Fluff

JUNGLE BOY:

Smut

Taking Care Of A Sick SO

DD/LG

Jeans

Hate Fuck

SAMMY GUEVERA:

Photo Prompt

Sammy x Reader x Ethan

Sammy x Alan 5 Angels x Reader

JEFF HARDY:

Fluff/Smut

POLYAMOROUS:

Johnny Gargano/Tommaso Ciampa/Reader

Jon Moxley/Eddie Kingston/Reader

Matt Jackson/Nick Jackson/Reader

EXCEPTIONS (SPECIAL REQUESTS):

Kane NSFW (to ava-valerie)

Undertaker DD/LG (to ava-valerie)

#masterlist #roman reigns #damian priest #eddie kingston #jon moxley #darby allin #tommaso ciampa #rhea ripley #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #masochist writes #masochist headcanons

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edgessunflower · 1 year ago

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Can you write about reader forgetting damians bday until Rhea texts her about it and she gets into a frenzy getting the perfect gift until he comes home to a lit candle dinner and ending in a soft smut

Oooh

Forgotten birthday

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: You forget Damian's birthday leading to an adventure of chaos ending with loving after Rhea reminds you

Your mind raced as you walked through the door sighing in relief when you not only see you had two hours left to make dinner and a small cake for Damian for his Birthday but also to get changed and hide his present. You had forgotten it was his birthday today until Rhea texted you asking what you were planning to do with him which led to you feeling guilty after almost dropping your phone then you grabbing your keys leaving the house thinking of what to do about some kind of present for him and one that you hoped he liked even if it was a simple or small gift, you smile for a few minutes as you light the candles on the table as dinner cooks checking one last time before going upstairs looking through your dresser before finding and changing into a burgundy dress that fitted your body perfectly doing small makeup before heading back downstairs and setting the table noticing the texts on your phone responding to rhea after her response to the gift you got for him "He's gonna love that!" you feel your heart beat rapidly as you hear the front door open but you smile big seeing damian who stops with a smile on his face. "Well what did you have planned Mi vida?" you giggle as he kisses your forehead before the two of you were smiling and holding hands in between talking and all of dinner, after dinner is finished you turn to check your phone when you feel lips on your neck turning and pulling damian into a slow, sensual kiss running your hand in his hair while the other lightly holds his shoulder breathlessly moaning as he kisses your neck before slowly removing your dress allowing you to take off his shirt melting when you gently kiss his throat down his chest caressing his thigh until you gently tap his thigh squealing when he picks you up feeling his lips against your body as you catch your breath "Take a breath bebe, no rushing tonight" you felt bad for forgetting his birthday trying to hide the guilt but he picked up on the look that struck your face remembering what rhea said earlier about you forgetting in joking way "Love, I'm not mad you forgot you've been pulled in every direction these past few weeks and I understand" he caresses your face before kissing you sweetly going back to the actions before of kissing your thighs and slowly burying his head between your legs. Not much later you slowly run your hands down his back sending a shiver through his body feeling goosebumps form across your body when his hands hold your face and head in his hands always in awe of the difference of size between the two of you with your bodies from your feet, clothes, hands, and fingers rubbing your thumb across his hand and kissing his palm before picking you up slowly washing each other domestically spending the last bit holding each other under the warm water before drying off walking to lay in bed when he gently turns you around and kisses you tenderly before holding you to him "I love you Mariposa" you smile as he lays down in bed grabbing his outstretched hand "Oh wait!" you laugh grabbing and handing him the present you got for him smiling big when he sees the black and purple watch plus the angel winged pendant you had gotten with it making him smile pulling you in his arms and kissing you sweetly "Happy Birthday my love, I love you" not too long later you both were asleep tangled together.

#wwe x reader #damian priest #damian priest x reader #wwe

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wrestlersownmyheart · 3 years ago

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What I See In You (Damian Priest X Reader)

Pairing: Damian Priest X Female Plus-sized Reader Summary: You overhear some of the WWE female superstars talking about your size and immediately your self-esteem takes a nose-dive. Damian, your boyfriend, makes it his mission to lift you back up. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE or NXT. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Body shaming, and fluff

Notes: Takes place in NXT on the "wedding day" of Indi Hartwell and Dexter Lumis. Also, in this story, Damian is a groomsman, and Y/N is a bride's maid. Hope this is enjoyed!

What I See In You

You had just flushed the toilet and were about to come out of the bathroom stall so you could wash your hands, when a group of giggling female voices could be heard entering the public bathroom.

Something told you to stay put because the voices belonged to none other than Mandy Rose, Gigi Dolin, and Jacy Jayne. And while you were a force to be reckoned with in the ring, you weren't so sure how you would do by yourself in a 3-on-1 bathroom gang up.

"You actually had a match against Nia Jax when you were on the main roster?" Jacy asked. "How did that go?"

"How do you think it went," Mandy laughed. "I was flattened like a pancake." She giggled again. "Aaaaand if you haven't noticed, she's put on a lot more weight recently. I feel sorry for anyone who has to try and manhandle her!"

"You know who else is putting on a lot of weight? And in our very own roster" Gigi interjected. "Y/N! My God, that girl is turning into a heffer!"

"Signed, sealed and delivered," Mandy agreed. "I can't believe that Damien is wasting his time with her. If I was still on the main roster, I'd seriously take him off her hands.

Tears burned your eyes and you struggled to not let them fall since your makeup was already done for the evening.

You can have your cry tonight after the show, you told yourself, fanning your face and taking some deep breaths through your nose. In the meantime, my fat butt is getting on a diet.

The three other women continued to guffaw at your size-particularly in your middle and thighs-and your struggle to hold back tears began anew. Finally, and thankfully, the three women left the bathroom and you were free to wash your hands. You tried not to look at yourself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror as you cleaned up. You couldn't bear to look and take note of what the three bimbos had said about you.

But you couldn't help it. Your gaze shifted to the mirror and you saw the hint of a double chin forming at your neck. Your eyes wandered down to your stomach and noted that it was still relatively flat, but you were developing a definite muffin top. You knew you'd put some weight on recently, but you'd just hoped that no one had noticed. Apparently, in vain however.

Oh, God… What if Damian has noticed? What if he finds me repulsive now? You thought back to the last time the two of you had hung out together and tried to remember if he'd acted strangely. You couldn't recall anything different but that wasn't to say he'd not noticed.

Glancing at your face to make sure no tears were threatening to fall, you then hurried out of the bathroom. It was nearly time to eat some dinner before the show and you'd agreed to meet with Damian at a nearby fast food place in order to get a quick meal.

Walking as quickly as you could, you headed for your rental and within minutes you were driving toward Arby's.

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You quickly pulled into a parking space and got out of the car, immediately heading for the entrance to Arby's when you saw Damian pull onto the parking lot and slip into the space next to yours. You waited on him, and nervously fiddled with your hair as a soft gust of wind blew. Damian got out of the car and walked up to you, a big smile stretching across his handsome face.

"Hi, babe. Que pasa?"

"Not much. Just wanting to get dinner out of the way." Then you nearly cringed. So much for not letting Damian know anything was wrong.

"Why? You always enjoy dinner."

Ouch, you thought. Nothing like reminding me that I love my food. Then you sighed, this wasn't Damian's fault. He meant nothing by what he said, he was just stating a fact.

"What's wrong?"

And just like that, you wanted to cry again. "N-nothing. Let's get some dinner and visit a bit," you forced a smile to your face. "We don't get to do this very often since you got moved up to RAW."

For a moment, Damian just looked at you. You could tell he knew something was definitely wrong but he obviously didn't want to upset you even more so he apparently decided to let it go. For now.

You both took hands and stepped inside the Arby's and got in line to place your orders.

"Um, I think I'll have the Roast Chicken Entree Salad and a water," you told the cashier and stepped aside so Damian could give his own order. He glanced at you a second, a look of near exasperation on his face and then proceeded to order the Reuben sandwich, curly fries and a large soft drink. You look at him with envy. As tall as he was he could afford those extra calories. Your much shorter frame could-unfortunately-not.

After Damian paid, your food was soon handed to you on a tray and he carried it to a booth. "So are you going to tell me what is going on? Or what?" Damian said softly, sitting down beside you in the booth. "You never order just a salad."

"Really, it's nothing," you reply, emptying a packet of Ranch dressing onto your salad. "Just forget it."

"Are you angry with me about something?"

"No!" You shook your head vehemently and laid the empty dressing packet aside. "Nothing like that. Don't worry about it."

"Well I do worry about it, when it's something bothering you."

"Can we talk about this tonight," you asked, forking up a bite of salad. "Because…"

"Because?..." Damian prodded, unwrapping his Reuben sandwich.

"Because it's something that will make me cry and I can't cry right now. My makeup is done for the show in a couple hours."

"Do I need to put a hurt on someone," he asked, immediately setting his sandwich down.

You shook your head and gave a small, sad smile. "Not unless you believe in hitting women." You took a bite of your salad and carefully chewed it before swallowing. "And I know you don't. So, no."

"We're definitely talking about this later," he said, picking his sandwich up and taking a bite out of it. "Because you know I won't let it go."

"I know it," you said with a chuckle. "You're like a pit bull. Once you sniff something out you chomp down and don't release it."

"Got that right," he admitted, taking another bite of his food.

The remainder of your meal went by smoothly and uneventfully. But thankfully, Damian respected your wishes and didn't bring up what was bothering you again. But you knew he would later that night. You could count on it.

"Okay, we better get back to the performance Center. The show will start soon," Damian said softly, taking your hand and helping you out of the booth.

"Yeah, let's get going," you agreed, standing to your feet.

After dumping the tray of its garbage, you let Damian lead you out the double glass doors and over to your car.

"Okay, well, drive safe," Damian said in goodbye to you. "We'll meet up after the show and have that talk, okay? My room or yours?"

"Yours is good," you said. "Mine's a bit messy," you tried to joke but it came out sounding flat.

With no warning, Damian trapped you against the driver's side door and planted his mouth on yours in a toe-curling kiss. "Just in case you needed a reminder that you're beautiful," he said softly, gazing into your eyes. "I'll see you later."

"Later," you repeated in a daze. The kiss had branded you. Not to mention, Damian had all but read your mind. You smiled at him, then got in the car and drove back to the Performance Center.

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Once you were inside the center, you headed straight for your dressing room so you could get dressed for the wedding portion of the show.

You looked over the beautiful flowy pastel pink dress that draped all the way down to your ankles. It was spaghetti-strapped, and now you were re-thinking Indi's choice in bridesmaid dresses. Ugh, what if my arms look terrible in it? Sighing, you shook your head and tried to focus on the kiss that Damian had bestowed upon you earlier. If I looked horrible he wouldn't be with me, you told yourself. Get a grip!

There was a knock at your door then, and you went to answer it. It was none other than Indi Hartwell-the bride.

"Oh, you look amazing, Y/N," she exclaimed. "I just knew you'd make that dress look even better!"

"Oh, stop," you said, unsure of how to handle the compliment. Especially after the day you were having. "It's the other way around. This dress makes me look good."

"Oh, you stop," Indi giggled. "You're gorgeous! Well, I guess I'll be on my way to get my hair and makeup done. I just wanted to stop by and see how the dress looked on you. SO glad it looks great! Bye, Y/N!"

And with that, the blushing bride was rushing off to hair and makeup.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and sat down on the sofa in your room, waiting on the wedding segment.

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Finally the time had arrived. You were a bundle of nerves.

Why?

You didn't know.

The wedding wasn't even your own, but you were literally ready to jump out of your skin.

There was another knock at your door and you really did jump as if you'd been shot. Rising to your feet, you hurried to the door and answered it.

Damian stood on your threshold looking gorgeous as always. He wore a black and gold dress shirt with ripped leather pants and black boots.

"Wow, you look-" You both started.

With a giggle, you let Damian finish his sentence.

"Gorgeous."

"Thank you," you replied. "You look devilishly handsome."

"Thanks." He offered you his arm. "Are you ready for the wedding?"

"Yes." You took his offered arm and let him guide you down the long hallway toward the small arena.

As rehearsed, you both slowly walked down the makeshift aisle and then took your places at the altar with the other groomsmen and bridesmaids, and waited on the bridal chorus to begin.

It began almost instantly, and Indi began making her way down the aisle toward Dexter and the two microphones set up between the two of them.

You watched as the wedding moved along mostly without a hitch, save for a couple of mishaps with the minister. Luckily, Beth Phoenix saved the day in the end. Finally, you were listening to Indi say "I do" and then it was Dexter's turn. The room became deadly silent in its anticipation.

And then it happened.

"I…. Do…"

All of the wedding guests and the whole arena erupted.

"He spoke!" Everyone seemed to yell at the same time.

In her happiness and excitement, Indi reached over and kissed Dexter. The wedding was completed, and Indi and Dexter were married.

"That was fun," Damian commented as you exited into the hallway.

You nodded with a smile, "It was."

You both headed for your dressing rooms to get back into some regular clothes so you could feel a little more comfortable. You settled on a t-shirt and sweatpants with tennis shoes.

You quickly packed up your things and rolled your suitcase behind you in search of Damian. You quickly found him exiting his own dressing room with his luggage as well. "Ready," he asked you.

What a loaded question. You couldn't tell if he meant in general or if you were ready for the discussion you were to have a little later.

"Yeah," you answered in spite of your uncertainty.

"Why don't we take my car," he suggested, taking hold of your suitcase and pulling it along with him. "I could run you by here in the morning to get your rental."

You nodded, and shyly reached out and took his arm, leaning against it as you walked with him. "Thanks."

"What for," he asked, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

"I'm not sure," you replied honestly. "I guess just… being here for me."

He was silent as he led you to his car and loaded the luggage in the back. Then he helped you into the passenger seat and hurried around to the driver's side where he climbed in and started the car.

"Do you want to stop anywhere before we head back to the hotel," he asked as he began driving down the street. "Want to get something to eat? Maybe a snack?"

You shook your head immediately. "No, I'm not hungry. But stop and get yourself something if you want."

"What is going on, Y/N? You've hardly eaten anything today except for a skimpy salad and now you don't even want a snack? I can hear your stomach growling for God's sake."

"Nothing is going on. I'm just trying to… not depend on food so much."

"Is that the problem? You're on a diet?"

"It's not a problem, it's a solution."

"Not if it means starving yourself. Why are you trying to lose weight anyway?"

"It just came to my attention that I've gained some weight and I want to take it off before I get too comfortable with it."

"We're talking more about this as soon as we reach the hotel," Damian said. "Right now I need to concentrate on driving, but we definitely need to talk."

You nodded tiredly, "Okay."

You reached the hotel quickly-you highly suspected because Damian chose to speed-and let him help you out of the car. Then he was gathering your luggages and walking with you into the hotel.

Within minutes you were both in Damian's room.

"Okay, so what is this really all about? Why are you all of a sudden worried about your weight, Y/N," Damian asked as he sat on the bed and motioned for you to join him. Once seated, you turned toward him.

"I… I heard someone talking today. In the ladies room. About Nia Jax and her size."

"Okay," Damian encouraged you to go on. "Do you know who was talking about her?"

You nodded, "Yes. It was Mandy and her minions."

"Oh the Toxic Attraction chicks, huh?"

"Yeah. Well, pretty quickly… I got dragged into the conversation. They began talking about how big I'm getting…" Tears streamed down your face now. You couldn't stop them. Mandy said that if she were still on the main roster she'd take you off my hands."

"Mandy couldn't have me," Damian assured you, reaching up to wipe away some of your tears. "I don't even like her, let alone am I attracted to her."

You nodded, uncertainty on your face nonetheless. "I stayed quiet in the stall. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing I'd heard them."

"Bambina," Damian started softly, pulling you onto his lap.

You started to struggle against him though. You felt too bulky to sit in his lap. "Don't. I'm too heavy, Damian."

"Shhhh…." Damian shushed you and held you all the tighter. "You're not. You're perfect to me. And You're not going anywhere till I have you convinced of how beautiful you are."

With that, he pulled you even closer and trailed his lips over your temple. "Don't you ever think you aren't beautiful," he whispered. "You're absolutely breath-taking." He slowly dragged his lips down to your neck and his teeth grazed over the tender flesh. "And I'll support whatever you want to do; if you want to diet I'll support that. If you were to put on some more pounds, I'll support that. But just promise me, that if you choose to diet, you'll do it the healthy way and not starve yourself to death. Okay?"

You nodded shakily as his teeth nipped your neck. "O-okay."

"I love you, ya know?"

You froze. It was the first time the L-word had come out of his mouth in regards to you. "Damian… you don't have to say that just to make me feel bet-"

"I said it because I meant it," he interrupted you. Pulling back to look you in the eyes. "I don't throw that word around, believe me."

You smiled softly. "I love you too," you whispered, returning his kiss. Then you reached over and squeezed his hand. "I feel much better now. Thank you."

"I'll always be here for you cariña. Always."

THE END

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