#no matter what i /knew/ i'd do something after summerslam

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Frustrations Unleashed

A/N: Well well well, I think this is my first unprompted piece in a very long time! Set after the events of SummerSlam 3/8/24. I am still completely and utterly gutted for Priest but it opened the door for me to do something verrry self indulgent at least lmao Pairing: Damian Priest x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 1,861 Warnings: Smut, swears Summary: After the implosion of The Judgment Day at SummerSlam, Damian still has a lot of pent up frustration he needs to let out when he gets back to his dressing room.

Damian makes his way back to his dressing room after his match with Gunther, and you aren’t sure whether it’s brave or downright foolish of you when everyone else has been wisely keeping their distance from him, but you’re sitting right there on the small couch, waiting for him.

Initially, too caught up in his rage and frustration over the events of the night, he doesn’t even acknowledge you. He curses loudly and kicks a nearby chair, sending it scuttering across the room before he leans forward against the wall closest to him, thumping his clenched fist against it in what seems to be a feeble attempt at keeping his temper in check.

Furious would be the understatement of the century to describe how he’s feeling at the moment. Dom betraying Rhea had pissed him off more than enough at the start of the night in the first place, but now Finn, his brother, also stabbing him in the back and costing him his title? He’s truly seen red.

“Fuck it! Fucking assholes!”

Damian roars and tears himself away from the wall, taking you aback with the sudden outburst, making your heart skip a beat in fleeting fright. He whirls around in your direction with wild eyes and a scowl on his face, his bare chest now positively glowing red courtesy of the chops he’d received from Gunther.

“Damian, listen to me, I-”

“I’m gonna fucking end him, I swear to god!” he immediately interrupts you, rapidly pacing back and forth now, “When I see Finn, he’s dead! Dom, too! I can’t believe this shit!”

You understand that he’s angry right now, that he doesn’t particularly want to listen to reason at the moment, but you know he needs to hear it. With a frown, you rise up off the couch and march over to him, blocking his path and jabbing your pointer finger into his sternum to grab his attention.

“Right, you listen to me for a minute,” you raise your voice slightly, knowing it’ll pull him out of his rant, “You’ll get your revenge on Finn, alright? I get that you’re pissed, because so am I, but cursing Finn and Dom from inside your fucking dressing room for the rest of the night won’t get you anywhere. Doing something about it once you’ve got a clearer head will. And I know you’ll get your title back eventually, too. You’ll be the one getting the last laugh in the end, the one coming out on top.”

You know it’s a gamble, but you take the tough love approach in trying to placate him. Damian’s about to open his mouth to oppose you, but he stops himself. He’s still angry, maybe less so than earlier, but now he’s actually listening to your words.

Damian takes a deep, shuddery breath, nodding in agreement as everything resonates. He knows you’re right. Stewing in this for the rest of the night won’t get him anywhere, but he still has so much pent up frustration in his system that he needs to be rid of, and you can see it, too.

“You’re right. I know you’re right,” he grits out, his jaw clenched, “But I swear, if he’s man enough to show his face anywhere near me the rest of the night-”

“Forget about Finn for a minute.” you stop him in his tracks, stepping closer to him, gazing up at him through your lashes, “It’s just us two at the minute. And if you need something else to think about, something else to do…”

You smirk and give him a quick wink, trailing your palm down Damian’s chest tantalisingly slowly, your eyes not leaving his. He winces slightly for a second at the faint stinging sensation, his chest still slightly tender from the chops, but he barely needs time to mull your offer over.

He’s on you within an instant, his lips crashing against yours, devouring them in a kiss that’s equally as desperate and angry as he is. His hands roam your body, gripping your hips, squeezing your ass, pulling you tight against his significantly bigger frame as the kiss grows more and more frenzied by the second. Damian’s fingers trace along your spine, finding the zipper at the back of your dress, and in a single, brusque motion, he tugs it all the way down, almost tearing the damn thing completely.

“Get that off,” he growls, his voice heavy and hoarse with lust as he takes a step back from you, “And get over on the couch. I need you, now.”

Damian doesn’t need to ask or tell you twice. You kick off your shoes and frantically slip your dress down, the offending garment pooling around your ankles before you step out of it. Hurrying over to the couch, you perch yourself back on the same cushion from earlier. 

When Damian follows suit, storming over, you simply sit back and enjoy the all too familiar show that is him ridding himself of his gear the best he can. He’s too eager to strip himself completely bare. Instead, he tugs his tights and singlet down to his thighs, showcasing the outline of his hardening cock that rests in his briefs.

“Mm, I think someone’s raring to go…”

You purr, and Damian pounces. He scoops you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist while he falls back onto the couch, taking you with him. He sits in your place with you now in his lap, straddling him, already rolling your hips to grind down on his clothed cock to earn a guttural groan from him.

His mouth finds its way back to yours, meeting you for another intense kiss before he’s trailing hot kisses down your neck, nipping at your skin, leaving a blazing trail of hickeys to serve as a reminder of this encounter. Skilled fingers hook into the back strap of your bra, unclasping it with practiced ease before he tugs it down your arms and reveals your pert tits, and he wastes no time in roughly cupping them with his large hands, leaving you gasping at the feeling.

A hand travels down your body, sliding into your panties to find you already slick and ready for him. Damian smirks at the discovery, and he roughly circles your clit to drag a soft moan out of you while you rock into his ministrations.

“You ready for me, baby?” Damian asks, a wicked grin on his face, “I think you are. You’re already so fucking wet, and that was before I even really touched you.”

“Don’t hold back.”

You tell him after nodding your head yes, and he takes it as a challenge. Damian raises his hips slightly and pulls his briefs down enough to free his now-hard cock, and you whimper at the feeling of it grazing your folds over your underwear alone, your pussy throbbing with the need to be filled by him.

You’re about to hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties with the intention of pulling them down, but Damian is quick to brace a hand over yours to stop you with a shake of his head. You shoot him a confused look, but he only gives you a lopsided smirk right back.

“No, no. Leave them on.” he hums, removing his hand from inside your panties and reaching lower to pull them to one side instead, “Think it’ll be way hotter like this.”

Your stomach lurches, and your pussy clenches around nothing when he gives himself an access point. Damian knows it all too well, too. He nips at your neck, finding a spot that has yet to be littered with any marks while he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the head of it through your folds and coating himself in your arousal.

The head of his cock presses at your entrance, and you waste no time in lowering yourself onto him with a throaty moan at the feeling of being completely filled by him. Damian rises up to meet you halfway, his eyes rolling back as he groans in pleasure at the sensation of your warm, wet walls welcoming him in with ease.

Damian gives you little to no time to adjust as he begins to rapidly thrust up into you, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the dressing room. He grips your hips tightly, his nails biting into the skin while you cry out as each powerful stroke sends jolts of pleasure coursing through you.

“F-fuck, I knew you wouldn’t hold back-”

You whine and arch your back, and Damian cranes his neck upwards, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue duelling with yours as he continues to buck up into you. Your hands scramble for purchase on the back of the sofa, desperate to cling to something, anything to keep you more stable while your legs quiver as you ride him.

“Fucking taking it like such a good girl though, aren’t you, baby? Shit, you feel amazing-”

Damian praises you, his voice rough with lust, and you clench around his cock, drawing a moan out of him. Your moans grow louder, begging for more, for him not to stop as he gets the angle just right to hit that spot inside you over and over again that makes your toes curl.

Unable to resist your pleas, Damian gives it to you rougher, deeper, watching as your eyes roll back and your body grows tense. You lose all sense of rhythm, now mindlessly bouncing on his cock as you chase your orgasm.

“Please, don’t stop,” you pant, near breathless, “I’m so close, please, keep going just like that-”

“Then cum for me, baby. Let go, I’m nearly there as well.”

Damian demands, his voice low, even reaching down between you both to bring his thumb to your clit in quick, rough circles, determined to send you tumbling over the edge. Your moans reach a crescendo as your body convulses, your walls squeezing him like a vice being enough to set off his own release.

With a roar of your name, he spills himself deep inside you, relishing in the way you’re still twitching around him in the aftershocks of your own high. You fall forward onto him, burying your face in the crook of Damian’s neck while he gradually stills his movements, his breathing equally as heavy and laboured as yours.

“Jesus, I…I think we both needed that-”

You mumble when you’re aware enough to form a coherent sentence. Damian chuckles and nods in agreement, a surefire sign that he’s released at least some of, if not the majority of his frustrations at least for tonight.

Damian’s grip on you slackens if only slightly, but he refuses to pull away, remaining inside you as he catches his breath. The feeling of your lips against his lingers, the sounds of your every whimper and moan still ringing in his ears, and in the moment, it’s just the two of you basking in the afterglow.

“You can say that again,” he hums, pressing a tender kiss to your temple, “You did amazing, baby. C’mon, we’ll go get cleaned up.”

[blowflyfag]

WORLD WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT/FEDERATION MAGAZINE: May 2008

SMACKDOWN INTERVIEW

UNDER THE HOOD

Rey Mysterio sounds off about his nagging injuries, his finisher (which appeared on Heroes), his love of the King of the High Seas and the disappearance of his pyro-tastic pop-up entrance.

BY JEREMY BROWN

PHOTOGRAPHY BY DAVE HILL

Recently, the injury Gods have not been kind to you. How are you handling the bicep tear?

It’s definitely put me on the back burner again, which I didn’t want. What happens now is that I have to suck it up and try not to think about things too much. I need to get the surgery done, go to rehab, be as strong as I can and then come back–just like I did from knee surgery.

When returning from an injury, do you ever feel 100 percent?

After knee surgery, I struggled at first. I don’t know if the fans noticed, but I definitely felt it, and I tried to improve my ring ability and focus on things I knew I could do. I tried to keep myself from putting too much weight on the knee, and sometimes I'd overcompensate and risk injuring the other knee. But no matter how much you want to change your style, it’s hard to because you’re so used to going out there and performing your best. I always say, “I’m not going to do this or that anymore because it’s hurting my knee,” then two weeks later, in the heat of the moment, there I go again.”

Does this mean no more “pop-up” ring entrances?

That doesn’t strain my knees as much as you’d think. There were some problems with the system that used to pop me up and they haven’t been able to replace it or come up with something similar. I don’t think my current entrance is the best. Don’t worry, we’re working on something.

[Manta-Rey.]

Since returning, you’ve sported increasingly elaborate ring gear. Is that part of this new Rey Mysterio?

I’ve always liked to be unique in my ring attire and stand out from everybody else. I think I picked that up from my uncle, because he always had the best costumes when he stepped into the ring. It’s something I learned early on, you know, to have good presence inside and outside of the ring.

We noticed at Armageddon that you began wearing a hood over your regular mask. What’s that about?

I’m a big fan of skeletons, and I incorporated the half-skeleton/half-mask, and added the rosary to the right side of the pants leg. [PULLS HOOD OUT OF HIS BAG] Before, I had the Aztec cross there. I wear a hoodie on top, which I take off and give to one of the little kids in the front row. I always like to be different. That makes Rey Mysterio, that;s who I am, and I think it keeps the fans always wondering, “What’s he gonna come out with next?”

At SummerSlam you rocked the Silver Surfer look. Before that, The Flash. Which comic book character will we see next?

I think my next one is Iron Man. Hey, I already have the mask!

Speaking of superheroes, on the NBC series Heroes, a character who has the power to mimic anything she sees performed the 619 after watching your match on TV. [REY’S EYES LIGHT UP] Did you know you were going to be featured so prominently on the show?

It caught me completely off guard. I didn’t realize I was going to be on the show. I actually got a kick out of it. You know, when Nacho Libre came out, the little [person] did the 619. And when the latest King Kong came out a few years ago, Kong did a version of the 619 when fighting the dinosaurs. I wonder if they picked that up from me, as well?

Of all the superheroes, whom do you hold in the highest esteem?

I love Aquaman. I haven’t got that outfit, but I need to. There was something about him that really stood out. 

Let’s look into the future: Your bicep is fully healed, and you’re rockin’ a totally sweet Aquaman outfit. Who’s the first Superstar you’d like to square off against, mano a mano?

Triple H. Believe it or not, we’ve never had a one-on-one match, and I think WWE fans would agree that that match would be very, very interesting.

[Uh, Rey, you’ve got something taped to the back of your head.]