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➔ Pairing — Damian Priest ❤︎ PS!f!Reader, Jey Uso ❤︎ Liv Morgan ➔ Summary — Damian and Liv pull Reader and Jey into their world. ➔ Word Count — 3k ➔ Warnings — NSFW. Partner swap, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, WLW, unprotected piv, cum 18+ ➔ Taglist — If you’d like to be added, please click here! ➔ Requested By — @miss-kuki-nz for the 10-for-30 Kink List, thank you so much! ➔ Support — Buy me a coffee! ☕ ➔ MASTERLIST

There was nowhere you’d rather be on a Saturday night than with your boyfriend, Jey, and his best friend, Damian, and Damian’s girlfriend, Liv. Sometimes you played board games, which usually became hostile between the two competitive men. Sometimes you played cards, also resulting in the exchanging of words. So more often than not, the four of you ended up sharing some drinks, loosening up, and then someone eventually turned on the stereo.

Which is where you found yourself now—dancing to whatever R&B station Jey had tuned Spotify to—though it wasn’t your boyfriend who had his arms around your waist, huge hands dangerously close to the curve of your ass. And it wasn’t your boyfriend who was shrinking himself to your height so he could press his forehead to yours, onyx eyes lasering through your soul. You’d never denied Damian Priest’s beauty, the air of seduction you weren’t sure he was aware he exuded twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year—never denied your attraction to him. Of course, nobody had ever really asked you about Damian’s beauty or your attraction to him, but if someone had, you’d have told the truth.

Probably.

Although this was the first time you’d felt the same amount of interest coming from Damian’s side. His hands were hot and heavy on your lower back, your awareness of his fingers still heightened. Your heart began to gallop as you felt this beautiful man’s breath ghost across your mouth, and you smelled the whiskey when it wafted past your nose. You didn’t suspect he was drunk—not only was he a giant, but he’d been known to effectively hold his liquor better than anyone you’d ever met, and that included your boyfriend—just pleasantly buzzed. Much like you, much like Jey, much like Liv. So it was reasonable to believe he was into you because he was into you and not because of the alcohol. And why wouldn’t he be? Jey was hardly ever able to keep his hands off your voluptuous curves—why should his best friend be any different?

Without noticing, your hands had flattened on Damian’s solid pecs, his skin blazing under the soft, white Yankees t-shirt he wore. Even the chain around his neck had heated up, your thumbs dancing against it as your palms climbed higher. Foreheads still brushing one another’s, Damian leaned in further, his nose grazing along yours, pressing into your cheek as his plump lips sought out yours. Your stomach rolled and your knees promised to crumple, and it didn’t feel right, but it most definitely didn’t feel wrong when he kissed you, or when you kissed him back, or when your arms tightened around each other, and you swore you felt your feet leave the floor.

“‘Ey, man!”

You quickly disentangled yourself from Damian, finding the task difficult since he wasn’t reacting the way he should have been reacting after getting caught by his best friend and his girlfriend. There was no deviation from the carnal desire hanging thickly in the air, and not just around you and Damian—Jey sounded angry, certainly, but you caught his hand lingering on the swell of Liv’s perky ass before he removed it, the hunger in his inky eyes before he blinked it away. There was a twinge of jealousy on your part, but more than that, something like a yearning overwhelmed you—it cut to see him touch her like that, but you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want to see more. Liv was beautiful, incredibly sexy, and the same could be said about your boyfriend—who wouldn’t want to see them in a more intimate setting?

“No!” Liv whined, stamping her little feet. “We were supposed to do it together!”

“The hell are you talkin’ about?” Jey hollered, head snapping back and forth between Liv and Damian, the physically flawless couple snickering and winking at each other at the expense of your and Jey’s utter confusion.

“Come on, man,” Damian coaxed, his hand massive on your shoulder, fingers sliding down the back of your bare arm, birthing goosebumps all over your skin and delivering a violent tremor down the length of your spine. “You’ve never thought about Liv—” He was still speaking to Jey, but you held his undivided attention.

“No!” Jey retorted, cutting Damian off, his lie hanging just as heavily as the lust in the ether. Liv frowned dramatically, brows knitting together, deadly glare fixed on the World Heavyweight Champion. “I mean—” Jey stammered, “—you know.”

So focused were you on Jey’s sudden eruption, you hadn’t noticed Damian’s hand snaking along your neck, fingers wrapped around the back, thumb caressing your jawline. Your body took control, all reason and hesitation out the door, and your already-hooded eyes fluttered slowly.

“I bet you’ve imagined her getting railed by other guys, though,” Liv taunted your boyfriend. “And don’t try to lie,” she advised. “It’s so easy to tell when you’re lying.”

“Why you even askin’?” Jey wanted to know, but his voice seemed far, far away.

Your gaze met Damian’s seconds before his mouth claimed yours again, much clumsier than before, more frantic, ravenous, and you were only a woman. A woman whose temperature had risen several degrees over the last few minutes, a woman whose thighs were quivering, a woman who might very well need to throw this set of panties in the garbage as a result of the mess your pussy was currently making of them. As furious as the kiss was, the gentle tapping of his tongue was a reminder that you weren’t a couple, that you were close friends, and if this wasn’t something you wanted, you should probably let him know soon. A slave to your own desire, you opened your mouth and accepted his talented tongue with a sigh of satisfaction, meeting it with yours, and you were sure this time that your feet had left the floor. He planted you on the arm of the couch, nudging your full thighs apart, both his hands cradling your face now.

“Oh, my god,” Liv gushed in the background. “That’s why I’m asking. Look how sexy they are together.” Her tone was lowering almost to a purr. “She wants you to watch her,” she murmured to Jey, “just like Damian wants me to watch him.” A few seconds later: “Just like I want him to watch us.”

Now you understood the intended direction of the evening. How long had they been planning this? Who else had they … seduced? How far exactly did Liv and Damian want to take … whatever this was? But then you felt Damian’s lithe fingers dancing along your sides, underneath your shirt, and the answers to all your questions suddenly were no longer important. His lips left yours, an embarrassing mewl flying out of your mouth without warning, and Damian’s chuckle was husky, smoke-on-velvet, as he kissed along your cheek to your ear. Your nipples were ready to rip through your shirt, the shirt Damian was promising to remove, and they started tingling when you heard sucking, utter lewd noises from across the room, your eyes opened, finding what you expected, but not what you imagined.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” Damian asked, his thumb brushing over one of your nipples, your breath hitching in your throat. Your blurred vision tried to take in the sight of Liv in Jey’s arms, but your entire being was surrounded with nothing but Damian.

“Baby,” Jey called to you, “you good? With all this? We ain’t never—”

“I’m good if you’re good,” you cut him off, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Damian growled in your ear. “I’m gonna have these thighs wrapped around my neck in about five minutes.”

Your eyes fell closed. “Yeah,” you breathed, “I’m good.”

You didn’t remember how you got to the luxurious bedroom, but it was fine, because the destination was a hell of a lot more important than the journey. The bed was the focal point of the room, seemingly bigger than the standard king size beds you’d seen—had they had a custom bed made for them, or rather for Damian’s size, or did they buy it for nights like this? You briefly wondered who they’d entertained before, how many they’d entertained before, but then Damian’s lips were reclaiming your neck, sucking, nibbling, and he removed your shirt without you even noticing, somehow without having to stop feasting on you.

“You feel so …” you trailed off, clutching Damian’s broad shoulders, pressing your chest to his.

“I know,” Damian whispered, wet lips stealing yours again, like he couldn’t stay away, like he couldn’t get enough, like he was addicted. To you. “Lay down.”

You tried to obey, but the Archer of Infamy more or less had control of your descent, strong arm wrapped around you, knee on the bed, and he handled you with so much care, such reverence—not to mention the fact he made you feel like you weighed about twenty pounds. Just like Jey.

Jey. You felt a bit guilty for forgetting he existed, even for a few moments, until you glanced in his and Liv’s direction. Her legs were locked around your boyfriend’s waist, their lips glued together, his hands you knew to be rough, tender, skillful, all over her ass. As Damian’s tongue traced your collarbone, cupping and squeezing your breast, your back arched and your eyes almost closed, but Jey dropped Liv on the mattress, and as she giggled like a child at Disneyland, her little hands expertly worked on opening his pants, and there was no way you were missing this show.

Damian kissed sloppily down your body, thick, wet lips sucking your nipples into his mouth after all but ripping your bra off, continuing southward, taking your leggings and panties with him. His sentiment earlier about having wanting you for so long was being proven now in his ferocity and desperation, and in the way he drove his tongue directly into your soaking folds without so much as a warning or even preparation. You cried out, eyelids nearly falling again, but Liv had gotten your boyfriend’s thick cock out of his pants and she released her own sexy moan, grinning up at Jey as she stroked him a few times before slurping him into her hypnotic mouth.

“Fuck!” you and Jey hollered in unison. Liv had taken Jey completely down her throat, nose pressed into his landscaped crotch, and her entire body reacted as she gagged, gagged again, eyes watering.

Meanwhile, Damian’s tongue was inside you, fucking back and forth, his hands holding your thighs against either side of his head, and it took you a moment to realize what he really wanted. You wrapped your legs around his head, locking your ankles at his back, and Damian became absolutely feral. He stood from his kneeled position, remaining bent over at the waist, positioning your body any damn way he pleased, which was to nearly fold you in half in his attempt to eat you alive.

“Goddamn, you look good like that,” Jey commented, idly thrusting into Liv’s drooling mouth, his attention focused mostly on you—you couldn’t blame him for occasionally glancing down to watch Liv throat his cock once more.

“How does her mouth feel?” you breathed, a strangled moan following, and your hips rocked your pussy into Damian’s mouth.

“Fuckin’ … wet as fuck,” Jey replied.

Damian untangled your legs from around his head as he stood, leaving you suddenly abandoned and cold and lonely and so insanely wet—you felt the warm pool of your juices collecting on the sheet—to begin unbuckling his belt. His pupils had long since exploded, sable eyes locked on you as he dropped the ends of belt so he could unbutton and unzip his jeans. He was putting on a show for you, so you put on a show for him—your hand sliding down between your thick thighs, fingers dipping within your sensitive folds, massaging your clit.

”Damn,” Damian growled, watching, jerking a cock you’d expected to be big, but maybe not quite that big. “You’re just needy as hell, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jey groaned, and you weren’t sure if he was crying out in pleasure or simply answering Damian’s question. Then he continued, “That girl need dick all the time.”

“Yeah?” Damian uttered, grazing the head of his dripping cock along your bare, glistening pussy. “You need this dick?”

Suddenly you did need it, more than anything, and the shift that had happened in Jey’s eyes long ago had already given you all the permission you’d silently sought. All you could do was nod as you reached down between you, your eyes locking with Damian’s while you took hold of his cock, jaw dropping, gasp releasing just at the weight of it, and you guided him to your entrance. He felt good—not better than Jey, just different—as he took his time immersing himself inside you.

“Oh, my god,” you whispered, whining, squeezing your thighs around his waist when he shoved himself the rest of the way inside.

“Just as fucking tight as I knew you’d be,” Damian whispered, and you weren’t sure if he was talking to himself or anyone else in the room. Not that it mattered.

“Christ,” Jey burst.

Damian snickered. “Hot, right?” he asked his friend. “Watching your girl get fucked from a different angle?” Damian shook his head. “It’s like the hottest thing you’ve ever seen multiplied by infinity.”

“Get on your fuckin’ back,” Jey ordered Liv, rounded eyes watching your body rock back and forth as Damian fucked you, watching your tits bounce, even as Damian groped them like a man who’d never touched breasts before. Your pussy was already making music—squelching with every thrust—right along with the rhythmic moans flowing out of your mouth.

“You look so hot,” Liv breathed, and this time you weren’t sure if she was talking to Jey or Damian.

Your question was answered when your eyes met hers, fiery and lewd, and she flopped onto her back right beside you, Jey forcing her legs apart simply because his adrenaline was surging and his dick was rigid, beading precum at the tip. Liv giggled, throwing her arms on the bed above her head in the most do what you want with me way you’d ever seen. Jey interpreted it exactly as you expected—shoving himself deep within her in one, quick thrust, and Liv squealed, reaching down to grab hold of your hand that had been clutching your own thigh. And as Damian pounded into you, Liv squeezing your hand, Jey’s eyes switching back and forth between you and the sucia, you finally returned your attention to Damian, whose focus was zoomed in on your boyfriend’s cock sliding in and out of his girlfriend’s soaking pussy. The whole situation was strange, sexy—something you wanted to do again, but would never say out loud to anyone, especially Jey. As much as Damian hammering into you turned you on, made you wet, made you scream, it was Jey watching the action with nothing but a deep desire, a craving, to witness his girlfriend coming around the cock of another man.

“Baby,” Liv complained, still grasping your hand, both your elbows bent, hands in the air at your sides. Her sparkling eyes opened, trained instantly on Damian. “I want your fingers.”

“Both of ‘em greedy as hell,” Jey said, slapping the inside of Liv’s thigh, her squeak high-pitched and somehow still so hot. You looked at your boyfriend—he was already looking at you. “You want my fingers, too?”

“Fuck yeah,” you immediately answered, having not known in the first place that it was even an option to have both men pleasure you without you having to do any work. It was a dream—fantasy?—come true.

Liv’s hand in yours, Damian’s dick jabbing against places you didn’t even know you had, and now with the addition of Jey’s fingers to your slippery clit, the inevitable wasn’t very far off. How you must have looked, all arms and legs, filthy noises echoing off the richly decorated walls, the occasional tiny mewls from you and Liv, the constant growls of the men fucking you as hard as they dared, hard enough to almost split you both in half.

“I’m gonna come,” you confessed, Liv lacing your fingers together, and you turned your head to look at her. “You have to come with me.”

Liv nodded, eyes fluttering. “I’m so fucking close,” she replied, finishing with a breath and something like a hiccup.

You clenched around Damian, back arching as the orgasm overwhelmed you. Liv, watching you explode, came herself, and you knew that because of the moan, not only from Liv, but from Jey, and suddenly he was hyper aware of everything.

“Don’t you come inside her,” Jey advised Damian, eyes flashing from lust to a warning.

“You either,” Damian replied.

“It’s fine,” you muttered, one of Damian’s hands roaming your body, kneading a breast again, his fingers crawling up your jaw. “I’d rather wear it.” His thumb touched your lips and you kissed it, tongue poking out to lick it before sucking it into your mouth.

“Me too,” Liv agreed, your hands remaining clasped as your bodies bounced at different tempos. “Come all over us.”

Both men suddenly pulled their cocks out of you and Liv, both stroking wildly, fingers of the other hand still working their girlfriend’s pussy. Damian and Jey shot their loads at the same time, landing on yours and Liv’s torso—breasts, belly, bare mounds. You didn’t hesitate to dip your fingers in the mess Damian had made on you, just like you did when Jey decided to paint your skin with his cum, bringing the coated digits to your mouth. Damian smirked, eyes hooded, and it was easy to see there was at least one more round in the near future. Liv followed suit, moaning at Jey’s taste, and then the two of you were sharing, wiping cum off each other’s bodies and feeding it to one another, giggling.

In the background, you heard Damian say, “Damn … we won the fuckin’ lottery.”

Jey replied, “Hell yeah we did.”

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south-of-heaven · 2 years 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 · 2 years ago

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

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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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sultryfandoms · 4 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.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

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.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

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.

#wwe #damian priest #damian priest x reader #plus sized fanfic #damian priest fanfiction #tw: body negativity

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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Headcannons Masterlist

Soft Updates: Once A Month

One Shots/Series Fics Masterlist: Here

WWE AND AEW

ROMAN REIGNS:

Plus Size Reader

Birthday Edition

Sub! Roman w/ Plus Size Mistress

Public Sex

DD/LG

Hair Kink

Playroom Details

Fighting and Make up Sex

Face fucking

“The Missionary Position“

Taking Care Of A Sick SO

Summerslam

Tribal Chief and Bálor Contest

DD/LG Fluff

ALEISTER/MALAKAI BLACK:

SFW/NSFW (Aleister)

Dad!Edition - Baby Girl (Aleister)

Goth Reader (Aleister)

Jealousy (Aleister)

Comfort - SFW (Aleister)

Sexting (Aleister)

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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eringobragh420 · 1 month ago

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Can I request a Damian Priest x plus size reader smut, partner swapping? 🥰.

incoming tomorrow! Thanks for always requesting, bestie 💜

#10 for 30 kink list #damian priest #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe x reader

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edgessunflower · 2 years 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.

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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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