#damian priest and reader

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

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‼️mention of SMUT, kinda SMUT, soft aftercare, soft damian, fluff and comfort‼️

SO GOOD TO ME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you didn’t respond. you couldn’t yet.

so he just kissed your hair.

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

“you okay?”

you gave him the smallest nod.

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

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

your throat felt tight.

“m’okay papi…” you whispered.

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

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

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

you felt your chest shake with a breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

then he kissed you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“this still okay?”

“need me to slow down?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re spoiling me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nodded, eyes already drifting shut.

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

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

“you’re so beautiful” he murmured.

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

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

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

“you know i love you, right?”

you nodded, your throat thick.

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

another nod.

he pressed his forehead to yours.

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

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

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

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

you always felt emotional after intense scenes like tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

“hi” you croaked.

“how’s my girl feeling?”

you smiled sleepily “safe…”

his face lit up.

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

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

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

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

and then he whispered something that made your heart flip.

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

you blinked up at him, tears pricking again.

“damian…”

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

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

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

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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. ➺ words — 3k ➺ warnings — nsfw. partner swap, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, wlw, unprotected p in v, cum 18+ ➺ taglist — if you’d like to be added, please click here!  ➺ requested by — @miss-kuki-nz, thank you so much!

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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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Celoso // Damian Priest x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hellooo everyone, I had planned to put this out earlier in the day but something happened and it threw me pretty bad, but I still wanted to deliver. As always, happy readinggg!

Plot -> He doesn't want to see you with anyone else but him...

Pairings -> Damian Priest x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Friends to Lovers, Cursing, Jealous!Damian (Dom Mention lol), Choking, Spanking, Hickies, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F! Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.0k

“Hey, Y/N, I gotta talk with production real quick… you alright to wait here for a second?” Damian had brought you backstage for an episode of Raw in Brooklyn, which mostly meant you were following him around all night, but it was so cool to be in his world for the night and see your childhood best friend live his dream, becoming one of the biggest stars on the brand in the process. 

“Of course, Dames, I’ll be here!” He flashed you a smile and walked off with someone, leaving you to fend for yourself for the time being. You pulled out your phone and scrolled through socials, making sure to respond to some messages from family and friends. X always provided you with some entertainment, especially on the wrestling side of the app, so you scrolled through some of the Damian fan accounts, liking some tweets here and there.

“Y/N! Is that you?” You snap your head up to find Dominik Mysterio, who was making his way over to you. Now, you weren’t gonna lie, after you met him last year when Damian was still in The Judgement Day you had developed a little bit of a crush on him. He was for sure attractive, but he was so laid back as well and you loved that. You didn’t dare tell Damian though, he’s been weird with crushes you had since you were kids, and after all you just thought Dom was cute- it’s not like it’d ever go anywhere.

“Dom, hey! How have you been,” you extended your arms out and wrapped them around his waist for a hug, staying there for a few moments before backing away. 

“I’m good, I’m good! I didn’t know you were in town tonight, it’s great to see you!”

“Dom… I live here, of course I’m in town,” you chuckled as he blushed, forgetting you were a Brooklyn native.

“Oh, yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “well hey! I’m staying here an extra day, I’ve got some press stuff to do but afterwards I was thinking we could go get some drinks? It’d be nice to spend some time with you, catch up for a bit…” he trailed off, giving you his trademark smirk letting you know he’s (most likely) up to no good. It was your turn to blush now, looking up at him as he scanned you from head to toe. 

“Um… yeah, I think I’m free tomorrow. I’ll just give you my number so you can text me when you’re done with your interviews and such. There’s this place I know near my apartment, they’ve got really good drinks and some decent food in case we get hungry. I’ll send it to you,” you smiled, taking his phone from his hand and inputting your number before handing it back to him, your hands brushing as you exchanged the phone. That simple touch sent a shock through your body as you looked up at him, sensing he felt the same thing. 

“Sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he walked backwards, still looking at you and whispered, “te ves bien esta noche, ángel1.” You blushed again at his words while he winked at you and walked off. You leaned back against the wall, sighing contently at the exchange, and noticed Damian standing to the side looking… upset? Sensing his foul mood, you made your way over to him. 

“Hey, there you are! Everything okay? Did the meeting go well?” He nodded, still staring off into the distance as you waved your hand in his face. “Earth to Damian, you sure you’re good?” 

“Yeah. m’fine, What’d he want?” He signaled to Dom, who was walking down the hallway.

“Oh, nothing super important, he just asked if I was free tomorrow to get drinks so I gave him my number so we could meet up. Haven’t seen him in like a year, so it’ll be fun to catch up,” The smile on your face dwindled as you noticed Damian seemed to be getting more and more irritated the more you brought Dom up.

“Sucio…” 

“Huh?” You thought you heard him mutter something under his breath.

“Nothing, let’s get outta here. You ready?” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and leads you both out of the arena and to his car to head to your place, watching him closely as he drove. The arena wasn’t too far from your apartment, so you and Damian were able to get there and get settled in pretty quickly. The two of you were seated on your couch, beers in hand as you two talked about the night.

“Amor, don’t get me wrong, Dom’s my brother… but he’s a player. Seriously, that whole ‘Dirty Dom’ thing you see is real. I just don’t want you to get hurt, ‘cuz then I’d have to kick his ass forreal.”

“Dames, c’mon, it’s not even like that. We’re just catching up, that’s it.”

“You sure about that? Y/N, please don’t be stupid, he was basically fucking you with his eyes…” you smacked his arm gently, cutting him off.

“Hey! Chill, he wasn't, he's just… friendlier than most, I guess. And besides, is it really a bad thing if it is a date?” Damian’s entire demeanor shifted. “I mean, I haven’t gone out with a guy in over a year… maybe it’s time to do something about that? I’ve been pretty lonely, Damian, I don’t exactly have you around all the time…”

“What, and you think Dom can help you with that?”

“Well, I-” he cuts you off, his deep voice getting more and more intense with every second.

“You think Dom can keep you company better than I could? Treat you better than I could? Love you better than I could?” You furrow your brows at him, confused as to why he’s making this all such a big deal.

“Jesus, Dame, you act like you’d be losing me if I were with Dom. Newsflash, you wouldn’t, so why the fuck are you freaking out on me right now?” Damian sighed, setting his beer down and rubbing his temples in frustration.

“Y/N, you just don’t get it…”

“Well then make me understand, Damian. You’re sitting here mad at me because Dom asked me to go get drinks and I just don’t get it. You’re supposed to be happy for me, I’m finally putting myself out there again and as my best frie-”

“It’s just that, Y/N, I don’t want to be your friend anymore, okay? He estado enamorado de ti desde que éramos niños.2 All these years, I’ve waited and waited but I’m tired of waiting, Y/N, I want you. More than anything in this world,” he paused to watch your reaction, as you sat shocked. All this time, he’s been in love with me?

“The thought of you going out with Dom, being with him, letting him touch you? It makes me sick, mi amor, because it should be me. It should be me touching you…” he pushes a stray hair behind your ear, “loving you…” his fingers dance along your jaw and cup your cheek, “tell me you feel it too, please, I know you do.”

“D-Dames, I-,” you stutter out, still trying to wrap your head around the whole thing. Damian sighs, removing his hand from your face and distancing himself, placing his hands on his knees before standing himself up.

“It’s okay, Y/N, I understand…” he trailed off. “I think it might be best if I head home, give us both some time to think about things. I’ll see you later.” Damian heads towards the door, head down as he drags himself to leave. You realize you’re about to let the best thing to ever happen to you walk out, so you stand up and run over to him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to turn him around. Your hands grab his face and pull him down to meet your lips, his hands wrapping around your waist instinctively. You pull away from him, hands still on his face and looking into his eyes. “Dames, I’ve always loved you, I just never thought you did too.” You confessed, blushing as you did so, “but I promised Dom I’d go out for drinks with him. I can’t just cancel on him, we’re fr-” 

“Still thinking about Dom…” Damian closes the distance between you too, bodies dangerously close, “Baby, you won’t be able to remember his name after I’m done with you…  only name that’s gonna be coming from those pretty little lips of yours,” his lips hovered over your own as he growled, “is mine.” He crashes his lips into yours, snaking his hands up your torso and removing your shirt before removing his own. The kiss was intoxicating, your mind feeling fuzzy as you wrapped your arms around his neck and walking the two of you backwards. Your back hits the wall with a soft thud, making you gasp which allows Damian’s tongue to slip inside and assert its power over you. His fingers trailed along your sides and wove themselves into the waistline of your pants, tugging on the clothing to undo the button. You reached your hands down between you, allowing him to step back as you removed your bottoms and tossed them to the side.

“Fuck, Y/N, tu cuerpo es una obra de arte. C’mere.” Damian pulls you to him and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you effortlessly to your bedroom. You giggled, playfully kicking your feet and trying to ‘get away’ but Damian’s grip on you remained firm as he placed a smack to your ass making you bury your head in his shoulder as he rubbed the smooth skin and walked you to the foot of your bed. He laid you down before taking his jeans off and climbing on the bed with you, pulling you on top of him and pulling you back in for another kiss. You were straddling him, your hips grinding against him. He hissed against your lips, feeling your wet pussy soak through your panties and onto his growing bulge. The movement of your hips was driving him wild, but more wild were his imaginations of you sinking down on his cock and moving your hips like that while he was buried inside you. He would hold onto that thought, flipping you two over and targeting the sensitive skin on your neck. He bit and sucked the flesh hard, drawing bruises to the surface without a doubt. The intensity in which he worked on you had you spiraling- your mind was hazy and the soft moans being elicited from your mouth were beginning to grow louder. He continued his descent downwards, being sure to kiss, bruise, and nip at your breasts and sternum as he traveled downward. His face was finally level with where you craved him most, and luckily for you he was in no mood for games. He took the delicate material of your panties in his hands and ripped them, the cloth now coming off with ease as your pussy clenched at the sight. He chuckled, admiring your pussy and watching it pulse in ways he knew only he could make it do.

“Oh, baby, she’s so ready for me already,” he brings his right hand to your folds and collects your juices on his fingers, placing them in his mouth and moaning at your taste. “So fuckin’ sweet for me too. Pretty pussy knows who her Papi is, doesn’t she?” You moan at his words, whining as he teases you with his fingers. “Whose pussy is this, nena?” 

“Y-yours, it’s yours…” you moaned but Damian, not satisfied, delivers a gentle smack to the front of your pussy, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, rubbing you to ease the sting from his hand. “You must’ve misunderstood.. I said… whose pussy is this, baby?” He brings his thumb to your clit and rubs circles, your back arching at his motions. “Mmm, fuck, it-it’s yours, Papi. All yours. Please…” you whimper. “So much better, baby,” he groans and lowers his head, allowing your thighs to wrap around it as his tongue and fingers conduct you to your orgasm like a symphony. The torturous pace of his tongue compared to the pace of his fingers was sending you completely over the edge, your body shaking as he coaxed you to cumming on his fingers. He cleaned you with his mouth, savoring your taste on his tongue as he brought himself back to your level. You kissed him passionately, tasting yourself on his lips and moaning into his mouth. You flipped the two of you over to straddle him again as you kissed down his chest, desperately wanting to return the favor. You bring yourself level to the bulge aching in his boxers that desperately wants release and lace your fingers in the waistband, pulling them down. His cock springs free and rests against his lower stomach, bigger than anyone else you’ve been with. You gasp at the sight. “Y-you’re s-so big..” you mumble, keeping your eyes glued to his length. He chuckled, cupping your face and bringing you to look up at him. 

“You like what you see? Hmm?” You nod, biting your bottom lip and taking him in your hand. You pump him slowly, spitting on his dick and teasing the tip with light sucks. He grips your hair and pulls down while you look up at him, lifting your chin and letting your mouth fall open. “Papi don’t like you teasin’ me like this, pretty girl,” he groaned at the sight of you before him, so desperate for him. “M’gonna have to fuck that outta you, you understand?” 

“Y-yes, Papi,” you whispered. He winks at you as he slides his cock into your open mouth, your lips tightening around him as he thrusts himself into your throat. He sits up, getting leverage before tightening the grip on your hair and fucking your throat with no mercy. He moans your name loudly, eyes glazed over watching as a trail of saliva dribbles down your chin as your eyes water from his work on your throat. He slows down, pulling out of your mouth as his hand grips his length.

“Mmm, come sit on this dick, princesa.” You crawl up to him and swing your leg over to straddle him, wrapping your fingers around him and rubbing his tip along your entrance. Damian’s hands settle at your waist as you rub yourself on him, before sinking down on his cock. You both throw your heads back in pleasure and moan as he slowly bottoms out inside you. You grind your hips on him, your clit brushing on his pelvic bone, and you whimper his name. Your slow grinds pick up as you lose yourself in the feeling of Damian filling you that you grab hold of the headboard and fuck yourself on his dick. Sounds of your ass slapping against his thighs fill the room as you chase your orgasm, as Damian pulls you down to him and wraps his arms around you while thrusting into you from below you. Your moans turn to screams as you bite down on his shoulder, trying hard not to completely fall apart on him. 

“F-fuckkk, Dames. M’so close.. I’m gonna-” Before you finish your thought he throws you off of him, pulling you to your hands and knees before roughly slamming into you from behind. He delivers harsh slaps to your ass as he fucks you mercilessly.

“You think Dom can make you feel this good?” He grabs a fistful of your hair as you moan for him, arching your back and allowing him to go deeper. “You think he can touch you like I can? Dime, cariño, could Dom fuck you this good?” He grabs you by the neck now, lightly squeezing as he pulls you flush against his chest and continues to pound into you from behind. “Answer Papi like a good girl,” he growled in your ear.

“Oh fuckkk, no no no. Only you, Papi. I’m all yours, Dames. Only you can make me- oh my god, I’m so close… please, Papi, please let me cum…” you begged for him, pleading for your release as Damian continued to drill into you.

“Shiiiiit, fuck Y/N- go ahead, baby. Cum all over Papi’s dick.” And with his words your orgasm comes crashing down on you, you shake in his arms as you release all over his cock, moaning Damian’s name over and over as you come down. Damian follows suit, pumping his cum deep inside your pussy and moaning your name into your neck, planting kisses along your neck and shoulder. He pulls out of you, collapsing next to you and opening his arms for you to rest your head on his chest.

Damian was woken up by the sound of a phone ringing. He blinked his eyes open, seeing you were in a deep and peaceful sleep. You were not waking up. He realizes it’s your phone so he picks it up to turn it off, but sees the caller ID and stops. Dom.

He slides his thumb across to answer the call. “Hey, Y/N! I wanted to let you know I’m done wi-”

“Oye, Y/N’s not going out tonight, está ocupada conmigo… oh, and Dom,” he paused, glancing over at you and watching you sleep soundly beside him, “borra su número antes de que tengamos un problema.” Damian hangs up before Dom can speak, setting your phone to the side and cuddling into you once more before falling back asleep himself.

[kittyykattxoxo]

owns the night

pairing : damian priest x reader

summary : you were only supposed to go out with your friends for a few drinks to celebrate one of them getting engaged, but that quickly turns into a wild night at the club. this leaves your boyfriend, damian, less than pleased and he has to remind you exactly who's in charge.

word count : 2475

content warning : dom! damian, sub! reader, p in v, spanking, overstimulation, oral, fingering, creampie

the loud bass music pulsed through your chest, vibrating through your bones as you leaned back against the bar, downing the remnants of your fourth - no wait, fifth? - drink and let the familiar burn of alcohol hit your throat. your eyes were hazy, the mixture of tequila and whiskey coursing through your veins making everything feel just slightly distant and oh so wonderfully carefree.

your hair was a mess of tousled waves, falling over your shoulders, slightly damp from sweat. your skin was radiating heat from a mixture of the alcohol and all the dancing you’d been doing, the warmth causing your cheeks to flush with a rosy hue. the tiny black mini dress you’d chosen to wear was clinging to your curves, the plunging neckline barely holding your breast in place. with every twist of your hips, the dress momentarily rises a little bit higher, teasingly showing glimpses of skin on your inner thighs. you knew how good you looked and you’d never been shy about showing it off.

the night had started off innocently enough - dinner and cocktails, celebrating your friend ruby’s engagement. somewhere along the way, however, things had devolved into shots and reckless laughter as you all let loose. honestly, if this were just celebrating her engagement, you worried about how wild the bachelorette party was going to be. a part of you felt bad - you’d assured your boyfriend that it wasn’t going to be bad, that you’d just have a drink or two and then make your way home. that idea had been quickly abandoned and was now little more than an afterthought in the back of your mind as you focused on enjoying yourself.

you’d been prepared to go back out to the dance floor when the sound of your phone buzzing against the bar surface drew your attention. it wasn’t the first time that it had rang over the course of the night, but it was the first time you actually acknowledged it, squinting at the screen through your tipsy haze.

Papi

a slow, drunken grin slid across your lips as you picked it up and slid to answer it, completely ignoring all of the warning bells that should have been going off in your head. 

“heyyyyyyy papi” you slurred, dragging the words out like honey. “miss me?”

on the other end, you heard damian draw out a long, slow breath. his voice was low and raspy with barely restrained irritation. 

“where are you, hermosa?” you rolled your eyes with a playful defiance, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder, you began to toy with the rim of your now empty glass. 

“i’m out with the girls, silly!” you slurred. ”don’t you rememberrr? ruby’s engaged! we’re celebrating and having fun, don’t be such a party pooper!” 

over the phone, you heard clearly as he sharply exhaled through his nose - a telltale sign that you were definitely testing his patience. 

“go. home. now.” damian’s voice was dark, each word coming out as more of a warning than anything else.

unfortunately, the alcohol was lowering your inhibitions a little too much and so you merely giggled in reply. “oh, come on papi. i’m just having a little bit of funnnn!” 

before damian could reply, you felt a hand on your wrist and looked up to see your best friend ruby, who was just as drunk as you were. “cmon babeee! let’s dance!” 

her words were slurred and if it weren’t for her pointing over to where the rest of your friends were on the dance floor, you may not have gotten the gist of it. without a second thought you ended the call, letting ruby drag you toward the dance floor and letting your phone fall into your little clutch, all but forgotten. 

so you didn’t notice when damian tried to call you again. or when he texted you several times. and of course you completely forgot that the two of you had shared locations with each other in the early stages of your relationship.

somewhere in the haze of the alcohol and music, your party had made their way up onto the center stage of the club and you moved your body to the music, every so often remembering to pull your tiny black dress down before you gave everyone too much of a show. you were having so much fun, dancing into the night, but that all was interrupted when a large, rough hand wrapped around your wrist and practically yanked you off the stage.

a soft yelp escaped from your lips and your first reaction was to protest in anger, but then you looked up and suddenly your stomach was doing flips. 

because there he was. damian priest.

all six-foot-five of him, his massive frame towering over you. he was dressed in a fitted black shirt that clung to his muscular chest and a pair of dark jeans that hugged powerful thighs, making him near impossible to miss. but the thing you picked up on most was how his dark eyes were molten with barely contained fury, his jaw clenched tightly enough that you swore you could see the muscles tick. 

“papi,” you finally managed to breath out, your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him with surprise and misplaced excitement, the alcohol having you fail to realize just how much trouble you were in.

your friends looked on with a little bit of concern, but in reality they were all too drunk to really protest either as damian scooped you up into his arms with ease and waved them off as he began walking you two out of the club, his long strides swift and purposeful. he was seething, his entire body radiating a possessive dominance, but he was still careful with you.

the cool night air had you almost whining, but he didn’t give you a reaction as you both approached his car. he easily held you with one hand as he used the other to open the door, depositing you in the front seat. you blinked up at him and now that you could see his face again, you finally began sensing the depth of his frustration.

the ride back to your shared apartment was tense and silent. every now and then you would glance over at him through the corner of your eye. his hands gripped the steering wheel hard enough that his knuckles had turned white and his jaw was still tight. his dark eyes were focused on the road, but you could see the storm that was brewing behind them.

instinctively, your thighs squeezed together and a pulsing ache built low in your belly. a part of you, despite your inebriation, knew what was coming when you got home. when you finally reached your apartment, he parked with a sharp jerk and immediately rounded the car. you’d tried to get out on your own, but almost immediately were unsteady on your feet and he reached out to grab your wrist. his grip was firm and possessive but not painful as he led the two of you inside.

almost immediately as the door shut behind the two of you, he had you pressed up against the wall. your breath hitched sharply as your back collided with the cool surface. damian towered over you, his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in. his face was close, his forehead resting against your own. 

“you,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, “having been testing my patience tonight, mi reina.”

your stomach clenched at the raw dominance in his tone, but you were still buzzed and feeling reckless. 

“hmm…and what are you going to do about it, papi?” you teased, your words slurred and your tone sickeningly sweet, knowing you were going to continue testing his patience. his eyes darkened, but a wicked glint flashed in them to let you know that he would continue playing this game.

“careful, princesa,” he warned. “you may not like that answer.”

but did you heed his warning? of course not. instead, you brought your hands up to rest on his broad chest, your painted nails lightly dragging over the fabric of his shirt.

“maybe i like trouble, papi.”

his nostrils flared slightly and without another word, one of his hands moved to grab your jaw, forcing you to hold his gaze. you could see everything in his look - the anger, the possessiveness, the lust for you, but on the flip side you knew that he could see everything in your eyes too. could see how badly they betrayed how much you wanted him.

“you think this is a game, princesa?” he rasped, his voice low and dangerous. “i’m about to remind you who you belong to.”

before you could get out another word, he seized your hips and lifted you with ease. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carried you toward your bedroom. as he moved, his lips trailed along your throat, teeth grazing your skin possessively. 

by the time your back hit the mattress, your dress had already bunched up around your hips. damian’s large hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as his dark gaze moved up to your face at the new revelation.

“no panties?” he murmured, his voice dripping with a dark amusement. “que traviesa…”

you smirked, but it melted into a sharp gasp when he suddenly knelt between your thighs, dragging his tongue along your already slick folds in one deliberate stroke. your back arched violently, your fingers already fisting the sheets below you.

“papi!” you gasped breathlessly, thighs trembling, but he didn’t stop. instead, he growled  against her, gripping your thighs with an almost bruising force to keep them spread open as his tongue circled your clit relentlessly. 

“you wanna be a brat, princesa?” he rasped darkly between strokes of his tongue. “fine, lets see how much you can take.”

his tongue flattered, dragging over your sensitive bundle of nerves with a slow, devastating precision. he alternated between soft flicks and firm, languid strokes, keeping you on the edge but never quite letting you fall over. 

it was a cruel punishment, but perhaps one you deserved after disobeying him. still, after a several moments of being tortured, your thighs began to tremble, the pleasure building far too quickly. 

“papi, please” you whimpered pathetically, craving the release that he refused to let you have.

but he wasn’t done, not yet.

you were so lost in the pleasurable sensations of his tongue that you didn’t notice when his grip left one of your thighs until suddenly you felt two thick fingers inside of you. damian knew exactly what he was doing, his fingers curling just right to drag against your sweet spot, his tongue never slowing either as it circled and flicked mercilessly against your clit.

the sudden dual stimulation was enough to send you over the edge, your back arching and fingers clawing at the sheets as an orgasm ripped from you with a strangled cry. 

but damian didn’t stop.

his tongue and fingers remained relentlessly, thrusting and swirling as he overstimulated your sensitive core. your body joled with the intensitive, your thighs trembling as your swollen clit throbbed against his tongue.

“p-papi! too much!” you practically sobbed, your voice cracking. 

but damian only growled against you in response, holding you down with one of his large hands with ease.

“too much?” he taunted, his voice filled with a wicked delight. “you can take more, princesa.”

and you did. it didn’t take long, but he dragged you through another orgasm with his mouth, groaning as you came undone beneath him. your legs trembled uncontrollably, your entire body quivering and oversensitive, but damian didn’t stop until you were nothing but a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him.

when he finally pulled away, his lips were glistening with your arousal and he licked them slowly, watching you with a sort of dark and primal satisfaction.

“look at you,” he murmured as his eyes raked over your trembling form. “so fucking wrecked for me.”

you couldn’t even get a reply out if you wanted to, still completely overstimulated from his mouth. damian still wasn’t done, however. in his mind, you still hadn’t fully learned your lesson - and he wasn’t going to stop until it was drilled into your head. 

his hands reached out to grab your hips, flipping you onto your stomach with ease and pulling your hips up as a near breathless gasp escaped your lips. you felt as his large hand ran over the curve of your exposed ass, suddenly smacking it hard enough to make you cry out. he repeated the action several more times until the burning sensation had you certain that both cheeks were bright red. 

“you’re mine, princesa” he growled roughly against your ear.

your fingers suddenly found themselves clawing at the sheets as he thrust into you, burying his thick length to the hilt inside of you with one punishing stroke. you hadn’t even realized when he’d had the time to take his cock out, but you certainly weren’t in the position to complain. 

his large body engulfed you, his grip on your hips once again bruisingly tight as he started his thrust at a punishing pace, your body still having not recovered from the orgasms he’d forced out before. 

“mine,” he growled into your neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as he pulled you back, forcing you to take every inch of him. he was going to make sure that there was never a doubt in your mind who you belonged to, whose commands you were supposed to follow. 

every thrust, every slap of his hips against yours, sent you closer and closer to the edge, but what really sent you crashing over was when one his fingers found their way between your legs and began to circle at your clit. that was enough to send you spiraling, your third orgasm of the night ripped from your body. 

the sensation proved to be enough for damian too, as with one final thrust you felt him unleash inside of you, his face buried in your neck to cover the guttural groan that escaped from him. for several moments afterwards he remained inside of you, the two of you trying desperately to catch your breath. 

when he finally let you go, you practically collapsed into the bed, completely exhausted. you heard him chuckle and felt as he leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss against your temple before settling in next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you close. 

“never forget who you belong to, princesa.” he murmured darkly.

your response was breathless, practically a soft, broken whisper.

“only you, papi.” 

[diablasuenos]

how do you want it | damian priest

pairing — damian priest x fem!reader | warnings — smut, 18+, unprotected sexual activity (always use caution when engaging in any sexual activity) minors dni

genre — smut with minor plot | author’s note — inspired by touch me by victoria monet & this lovely request | @stacys-momxx | @eringobragh420

You noticed his hands before anything else. Not his voice, not his smile —but his hands. They were adorned with worn metal rings and scars of the life he used to live. You took note of the way he emphasized his words with his hands — especially when he spoke Spanish, the hint of his Bronx accent colliding with his native tongue — and how they eclipsed the topic of the conversation. He held a tight grip on everything — his luggage, the ring’s ropes, his opponents — and you were no exception.

Even know as you looked at him from across the bar you imagined the feeling of his fingertips coasting hauntingly on your skin, down your spine, and between your legs. You watched the way his skull ring glinted underneath the glowing lights of the bar and wondered if they would send a chill down your body when the coolness of the metal met your throat while he choked you gently.

In perfect world, Damian wouldn’t even be out tonight, no, because in a perfect world he would have never even made it out of the hotel room. In a perfect world, his thick fingers would be inside you while the other hand fisted your hair. In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have to down three shots and a cocktail to attempt to ease the tension building up inside simply because you agreed to go out and socialize. In a perfect world you would’ve admitted to your partner that the only thing on your mind for the 24 hours was his hands all over you. But you didn’t live in a perfect one — you lived in a flawed one where your boyfriend was a social butterfly.

Instead of calming your nerves, the alcohol seemingly made you even hungrier, thirstier, hornier than you ever knew yourself to be — emboldened by the liquid courage. You took matters into your own hands and strutted across the bar, placing yourself underneath your boyfriend’s arm where the palm of his hand settled comfortably on your ass. You leaned into the crook of his arm, sipping your drink and relishing underneath his touch, the conversation simply white noise as you focused on the heat that was pooling in the center of your stomach.

“You good, baby?” Damian’s breath caressed your ears as he used a finger to lightly brush your hair off your shoulder. “Need anything?”

“M’good.” You meet his gaze with a soft smile. He pressed a kiss to your temple and zoned back into the discussion. You found it hard to focus with the way his fingertips were drawing tiny circles on your hip bone, each sweep agonizing and icy hot. It was tortuous to be so close to him yet his touch still so far away — what you would give for him to sweep up the bottom of your dress and part your legs with his massive hands and make good use of his ring adorned fingers. It had been too long since you had seen him and although you enjoyed seeing his friends and coworkers too, you were dying to get him to yourself. “I’m going to close our tab.” You subtly said to him in hopes he caught your drift and when his eyes narrowed, you knew that he had.

You were only two steps into the hotel room when you began to fall apart under his touch. He placed one arm underneath your thighs — like the absolute man he was — and lifted you up to carry you through the hotel suite. He swiped away all the junk that accumulated on the dining table and sat you on the edge before stepping between your legs.

“You been eyeing me all night.” He chuckled.

“A girl can’t admire her man?” You blinked lazily as you leaned back onto your hands. “I missed you.”

“You missed me?” Damian dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin softly. His hands trailed up your thighs to push the fabric of your dress around your waist before instinctively pulling at the sliver of fabric that you called a thong.

“Mhm.” You managed. He hooked his pointer finger around the fabric, using it as a guide down to your pussy. His knuckle grazed over your clit, down between your soaking wet lips, and ended at your entrance. He had no intentions of touching you — not yet. Not without making you beg for it.

“Yeah? How much did you miss me?” He asked, his knuckle running up and down your slick folds. You arched your back and tilted your hips forward, hoping and praying to feel him get deeper inside you.

“Enough to consider have you fuck me in the bathroom of the bar.”

“Closed mouths don’t get fed,” Damian said with th a click of his tongue. “You should’ve let me know.” He began peppering kisses on the top of your cleavage. You sighed softly at the feeling of his pillowy lips on your skin. Second best thing about Damian? His mouth and all the little tricks he could do with it. “You know you can get whatever you want, querida.”

“Whatever I want?” You gasped as he trailed his mouth up your cleavage to your clavicle then to your neck and underneath your ear. He suckled on the sensitive skin and smiled when a moan erupted from you. You arched your back and wrapped your legs around him, fighting the urge to have him take you then and there.

“Lo que sea.” (Whatever) He breathed out in Spanish.

“I want you, now.” You admitted.

“How do you want it?” He asked and bit down on the skin he had taken to sucking on. When his eyes finally found your face, your head was thrown back, eyes closed, enjoying every stroke of his knuckle against your pussy. You quivered under his touch and placed a hand underneath his t-shirt, grabbing at his bare skin, wanting him closer. Instead of answering him, you grabbed two of his ring clad fingers that were in your panties and placed it then in your mouth. You pushed them deep into your throat before pulling them out slowly, letting every bit of his fingertips feeling your tongue. You could taste yourself on him and it was so hot you couldn’t even see straight.

“You want my hands, baby?” He asked with a knowing smile, eyeing his now soaking wet fingers. You bit your lip and nodded, desperate for his touch. You shimmied off your panties and he stepped back to admire the view of you on the table, spread wide, like a dreamy midnight snack. “You love when I finger fuck you don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” you whimpered as he took to stroke you teasingly slow. Your hips bucked up and you found yourself chasing after his touch, wanting to feel him completely encompass you with his hand.

He obliged to your request by sticking a lone, thick, finger inside of you. You gasped at how easily you took him in and he deep inside you he went. He moved his hands in and out of your dripping wet cunt and watched how you soaked his fingers so quickly. He groaned when he swirled your hips to take him deeper, already twitching under his touch. He grabbed your hips with his free hand to hold you place, placing another finger inside you.

You were tight around his fingers but you were in heaven. The wet, sloshy sound of you getting fucked by your man was music to your ears and when he began coaching you through the thickness of his fingers, you damn near fell to pieces.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” He praised you, his forehead dropping down to touch yours. “Takin’ all of me like a good girl.”

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, gasping for breath. His mouth was inches from yours and you were desperately ready for him to give in and kiss you but instead, he kept the distance as he continued talking.

“This is just the beginning,” he told you, “I want that pretty ass bent over the table.”

“Please,” You said. “Oh my god.” Your legs twitched as he hit that one spot just right. You bit your lip and whimpered, telling him you couldn’t take it any more. You were certain your orgasm was going to come crashing down on you at any moment. It had been too long without him and simply being in his presence, let alone being finger fucked by him, was taking you over the edge.

Damian’s hands were off of you and before you could even protest, he grabbed you by the throat and turned you around. He grabbed your hips with both hands and trailed them up your back, placing another finger hand on the lower arch of your back and bending you over. He dropped down to his knees, soaking in the savory sweet smell of your pussy before diving in. His tongue was warm and hot against your clit and once again, your legs twitched in accordance to the way he flicked his tongue. He made quick work of taking off his belt and freeing his thick cock. He was damn near bursting at the seams, pre-cum coating the head of his dick.

Damian’s hands gripped your hips as he aligned himself in you and began fucking you slowly. You rose on your toes and collapsed onto the cool wooden table. You placed your palms on the table, clawing for some type of reprieve as he thrust so deep into you that you felt him in your cervix. The sound of skin on skin filled the hotel room and your whines carried throughout the room and surely into the hallway. You moaned his name shamelessly as he thrusted deeper — he was fucking you like he has an agenda of reminding you of how good he gave it to you. You were dumb founded by the feeling of his hips against your ass and you began throwing it back on him, much to his approval. He guided you back and forth by the grip he held on your hips, surely to leave the skin sensitive and possibly bruised by the night’s end.

“Papi, fuck!” You yelled out, earning a tighter grip on your hips. “Just like that, Damian, fuck.” You tightened around him and felt your legs going weak, your head growing cloudy. You were going to cum all over him.

His thrusts became sloppier and sloppier as he neared the edge. You knew that he was going to orgasm soon, too. You felt your release instantaneously and you collapsed onto the table, slamming your heels down on the floor. Damian hiked one of your legs up and kept going, fucking you harder and faster until he found his own release inside of you. You let out a string of curse words and he filled you up with his cum, some of it dripped down your standing leg. You gasped for your breath and when you finally felt ready to stand on your own two feet, Damian was there to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder.

“I’m just gettin’ started,” He exclaimed as he carried you to the bedroom to continue his night’s mission.

[onlyangel4]

soft spot. damian priest.

damian priest x single mother!reader

synopsis: when you, a single mom join the smackdown roster, you are ready to fight both for your career and your child. damian priest isn’t known for his warmth, but the moment your kid starts following him around backstage, something in him shifts. he didn’t mean to care. he didn’t mean to fall.

but some families find you when you least expect it.

faceclaim: jenna dewan

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wrestlingupdates: y'all already know that i'm so excited. y/n y/ln has been drafted to smackdown and i can't wait to see what my favourite girl gets up to on the main roster.

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user1: i am so excited for content of cleo causing chaos behind the scenes

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you’d gotten used to new locker rooms.

ring lights changed, logos swapped out, but the feeling always stayed the same, a twist low in your stomach, like your body hadn’t caught up with your brain. you’d stood under banners that read impact, aew, nxt, and now, finally, the unmistakable blue and white of smackdown.

your daughter cleo clutched your hand tighter than usual, her fingers curled into your palm. she was six, impossibly curious and maddeningly fearless, until it came to loud arenas and unfamiliar faces. you knelt beside her in the hallway, brushing a curl away from her cheek.

"remember what we said?", you asked softly.

she nodded, eyes wide. "no running. no yelling. no getting suplexed."

you smiled despite the nerves. "good girl."

there were wrestlers moving past you, some familiar from nxt call-ups, others legends you'd only brushed shoulders with at cross-promotional events. a few gave you polite nods. a couple of the women smiled at cleo. no one stopped.

a pa pointed you toward your locker room. it was smaller than you expected but clean. functional. you dropped your duffel bag and helped cleo settle onto the little folding chair beside your things, handing her a snack and her tablet.

"stay here, okay? i’m going to go check the board and find my producer."

she pouted. "can’t i come?"

you hesitated. the hallway would be full of people. "five minutes. don’t move."

you didn’t like leaving her, but you didn’t have a choice. you didn't want to overwhelm her, or yourself

the rundown board wasn’t far. you scanned the paper tacked to the cork, finding your name buried in the second hour, promo segment. no match yet. safe start.

you turned back.

cleo was gone.

your heart slammed into your ribs.

you pivoted fast, eyes darting down the hallway, nothing. the crowd around the gorilla position blurred as your adrenaline surged. you took a step forward.

then froze.

there she was, about thirty feet down the corridor, standing in front of someone tall, imposing, and completely draped in black.

damian priest.

you recognized him instantly, taller in person, every inch the brooding solo act he’d become post the judgment day. hair slicked back, leather jacket gleaming under the fluorescents. he looked down at cleo, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

cleo pointed at his boots. "you look like a vampire."

for a split second, you thought he’d ignore her.

then his mouth twitched. just barely. "maybe i am."

you moved quickly, heart still pounding. "cleo", you said, a bit more sharply than you meant to. she turned, grinning.

"mom! he’s huge."

"i see that", you breathed, placing a hand on her shoulder. you looked up at damian. "sorry. she tends to wander when i blink."

he looked at you then. something passed through his expression. not judgment. not even amusement.

recognition.

"it’s fine", he said simply. his voice was low, calm. "she’s not bothering me."

you blinked. "still, i should’ve... thank you."

he nodded once, then walked past you both, disappearing down the hall without another word.

cleo tugged at your hand. "he’s cool."

you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. "yeah", you murmured. "he really is."

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y/ninsta posted a story

written: if anyone is wondering why i showed up last night wearing a dress it was because miss cleo needed us to match

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the second week felt less like walking into a storm and more like stepping into a tide you were starting to understand.

no one looked twice when you passed catering this time. a few nodded. bayley threw you a quick wink. you didn’t stop. you had your gear bag slung over one shoulder and just enough caffeine in your system to fake confidence if needed.

cleo was safe. that mattered most.

she’d cried a little when you dropped her off with the wwe childcare team, new toys, kind staff, still too many strangers. but she was in good hands. better than last week, where she’d nearly walked into the lions den.

speaking of…

you rounded a corner and nearly walked straight into him.

he caught the strap of your bag before it could slide off your shoulder, steadying it like it was nothing. like you were nothing to worry about either.

"hey", he said.

you blinked up at him. "hi. sorry. i didn’t see you."

he let go of the strap and leaned back against the wall, arms folded. Same as last week. dark clothes, focused expression. less intimidating now, but only just.

"no cleo today?" he asked.

you raised an eyebrow. "you remembered her name."

he shrugged. "she made an impression."

you gave a short laugh. "yeah, she tends to do that. She’s with childcare this week. probably convincing someone to let her run a match or eat five granola bars in a row."

a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. it was quick. almost shy.

"you okay with that?" he asked.

the question caught you off guard. not how’s your kid, but how are you handling this?

you hesitated. "i guess i have to be."

he nodded, not pressing. just listening.

you sighed. "she’s great. adjusting fast, better than me half the time. but i still feel like i’ve got one foot in the ring and the other one stuck in a daycare cubby. not exactly the image you want when you're trying to prove yourself."

he tilted his head. "image doesn’t win matches. hunger does."

you looked at him. he said it like he’d lived it. like he still was.

"you always talk like that?", you asked, half a tease.

he smirked. "only when i mean it."

you paused, then leaned next to him against the wall. not touching. just closer.

"you’ve been on top of this brand for months", you said. "so what are you still hungry for?"

for a moment, you weren’t sure he was going to answer. his gaze drifted to a production cart nearby, like something just offstage had taken root in his head.

"quiet", he said finally. "something real."

you turned to him, brows furrowed.

"wrestling’s loud", he added. "noise. hype. people cheering for who they think you are. i like when someone sees through that."

you weren’t sure what to say. but the silence between you didn’t feel awkward.

it felt safe.

you watched as he pushed off the wall, giving you one last look before heading down the corridor.

"tell cleo i said hi", he said, voice quieter now.

you nodded. "i will."

and for the first time since your call-up, you didn’t feel like you were walking into the spotlight alone.

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the hotel room was small, but clean. two beds, dim lamplight, the low hum of some animated show playing on the tablet.

cleo sat cross-legged on the comforter, still wearing the glittery blue hoodie you’d packed for her in case she got cold. she had a juice box in one hand and was absently brushing her doll’s hair with the other.

you sat at the edge of the opposite bed, unlacing your boots one slow loop at a time. your body ached in all the familiar ways, tight knees, stiff shoulders but your heart that was quieter tonight.

cleo looked up suddenly. "mommy?"

"hmm?"

"did you see my friend at work today?"

you froze.

you didn’t need to ask who she meant. there was only one person she’d fixated on enough to give that title to. not rey mysterio, not liv, not even charlotte. damian.

you swallowed a smile. "i did, yeah."

her eyes lit up. "what was he doing?"

"standing around looking serious. you know. like always"

she giggled. "he’s so big. but he doesn’t scare me."

"i noticed."

you crossed the room and knelt next to her bed, brushing the juice-sticky hair back from her forehead. she yawned, blinked slowly.

"he asked about you", you said softly.

her whole face lit up. "he did?!"

"hhm. said to tell you hi."

She tucked her doll under the blanket like it was the most important thing in the world, then looked up at you with sleepy seriousness. "he’s nice. he seems a little sad though"

you paused.

"yeah", you murmured. "he kind of does."

"maybe he needs a hug."

your throat tightened unexpectedly.

you kissed her forehead. "you’re something else, kiddo."

she grinned, proud.

a few minutes later, she was asleep, small limbs curled, hair sticking out in every direction. you turned off the lamp, sat in the dark for a long time, scrolling through match footage on your phone.

but your mind wasn’t on wristlocks or crowd reactions.

it was on a man with shadows behind his smile, and the way your daughter had looked at him like she already knew he was safe.

you weren’t sure what was happening yet.

but it was starting to feel like more than just coincidence.

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damian wasn’t sure what made him do it.

one second he was walking past the crew hallway, the next he was crouched in front of a wide-eyed little girl in sparkly sneakers and a ponytail, whispering: "want to see your mom’s match?"

cleo didn’t hesitate. she just grinned and nodded like it was the best idea anyone had ever had.

it probably wasn’t.

he knew talent weren’t supposed to pull kids from daycare mid-show. knew security would ask questions if they spotted him dragging a six-year-old through the maze of cables and crates near gorilla. but when cleo slipped her small hand into his without a second thought, it was already done.

now she sat beside him in a folding chair behind the curtain, her legs swinging, her eyes locked on the monitor.

"is this where she comes out?" she whispered.

he nodded. "any second now."

cleo squirmed with excitement, holding a small bag of dinosaur-shaped gummies, he'd grabbed them from his own stash. he told himself it was just a kindness. something small. nothing more.

but then your music hit.

and cleo lit up like the fourth of july.

"there she is!" she squealed, pointing at the screen. "that’s my mommy!"

damian smiled, small, private. he watched as you stepped into the light for the first time under that enormous main roster stage.

no nerves on your face. just fire.

and something else. something determined.

he didn’t realize he’d stopped breathing until cleo tugged his sleeve. "she’s gonna win, right?"

he nodded. "i’d bet on it."

and when your match started, he didn’t look away once.

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you didn’t have time to be nervous. this week was your first real match on smackdown, it was even more daunting considering seasoned pro naomi was your competition.

your music was already queued. your wrists were taped. the production team was shouting cues and pushing talent past you toward Gorilla.

it wasn’t your first match, not by a long shot. you’d bled under different banners, fought in cages, flipped off balconies. but this one felt heavier. brighter. more visible. it was the first time under the big lights with wwe’s main roster eyes all on you.

your heart pounded like a drumline in your chest. not from fear.

just pressure.

you glanced toward the tunnel, looking for someone, anyone familiar but the spot was crowded. and cleo she was supposed to be far from here, in childcare on the other side of the building.

at least she was safe. that was all that mattered.

you rolled your shoulders, focused forward.

then the match producer tapped you. "you’re up. good luck."

you exhaled and stepped into the curtain.

and the crowd roared.

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you didn’t hear everything after that.

the match moved in flashes. you remembered the pop when your name was announced. the sound of boots on canvas. the thud of your finisher landing clean. the heat from the lights. the way you breathed harder than usual, not from cardio, but from emotion that had no place in the ring but showed up anyway.

and then, three slaps on the mat.

your theme hit.

you’d won.

just like that.

you stood in the centre of the ring, arm raised, chest heaving, and scanned the crowd almost by instinct. you didn’t know what you were looking for

until you saw them.

tucked behind the timekeeper’s area, down low by the barricade where the cameras wouldn’t catch them unless they looked hard

cleo.

perched on someone’s lap, wearing her sparkly hoodie, waving both hands in the air like she was trying to call down lightning.

and behind her?

damian.

hat pulled low, hoodie up, clearly trying not to draw attention. but his eyes were unmistakable. focused entirely on you.

he gave you a slow, subtle nod.

not for the cameras. not for the roster.

for you.

you almost missed your cue to leave the ring.

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later, when the show wrapped and the adrenaline faded, you found them both in the hallway near your locker room. cleo ran toward you the second she spotted you, arms outstretched.

"you did it!" she yelled. "you beat her so fast! and you flipped! and he let me sit in the chair with the headphones but i didn’t touch anything!"

you caught her in your arms, burying your face in her hair. "wait, what?"

cleo turned and pointed dramatically at damian. "he broke me out! like a ninja!"

you stared at him.

he looked almost guilty. almost.

"before you get mad", he said, hands up in mock surrender, "she asked nicely."

you just looked at him, speechless for a beat. "you snuck her out."

"she missed you", he said softly. "and i thought she’d want to see you win."

your heart stuttered.

and then melted.

You looked down at cleo. "did you have fun?"

"best day ever."

you looked back up at him. "you know this means she’s going to ask for this every week, right?"

he smirked. "guess i'll have to start showing up early."

you didn’t say anything else. you couldn’t, really, not with your throat tightening the way it was. so instead, you smiled.

a real one.

and somewhere inside you, something warm and dangerous started to settle in.

because this? this was starting to feel like something you might not want to walk away from.

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the hotel room was dark, save for the faint blue glow of the tv. some mindless rerun played without sound, but he wasn’t watching.

damian sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped between his knees, still half in his gear. he hadn’t bothered to take off his boots. Just the hoodie. the adrenaline had worn off hours ago, but something else hadn’t.

he could still hear her laugh. the kid.

cleo.

she’d sat on his lap like it was nothing. like she’d known him forever. no hesitation. no fear. she’d asked him how he got his hair so shiny and whether or not he’d ever wrestled a dinosaur. she’d called the match like a pint-sized commentator, whisper-shouting into the headset when her mom hit the finisher.

and when the match ended, she’d clapped so hard he thought she might break her hands.

damian hadn’t smiled like that in a long time.

he’d told himself it was just a gesture. something nice. a favor. maybe a small rebellion against the usual rules.

but that wasn’t true.

the truth was he wanted to see you win.

not just the match.

he wanted to see you find your place here. to be seen, the way you deserved to be, not just as "new call-up" or "former AEW star" or "the one with the kid." he’d watched the roster underestimate you for weeks. he knew the look. he’d lived it himself when he started.

but tonight, they couldn’t deny you.

not after that pop.

not after that finish.

and watching you walk up the ramp, shoulders squared, chin high, eyes scanning the crowd he’d felt something settle low in his chest. not nerves. not pride.

something quieter.

more dangerous.

damian sighed and leaned back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

this wasn’t just about admiration anymore.

it was becoming personal.

and that scared him more than he wanted to admit.

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you didn’t sleep deeply that night.

cleo curled into your side, one small foot lodged beneath your ribs. the hotel ac rattled faintly, and your back still ached from the match. But that wasn’t what kept you up.

it was him.

damian.

you kept replaying the moment you saw them down by the barricade. the way he’d looked at you, silent but so present. no big gesture. no smirk. just solid. like someone you could fall into and not hit the ground.

it was a ridiculous thought.

this business didn’t allow softness. or time. or relationships that lasted longer than the next tour loop.

but then there was cleo, asleep beside you, mumbling his name in her dreams.

you weren’t sure what was happening.

but it felt like the kind of thing that didn’t stop easily once it started.

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wwe posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: y/n has arrived ahead of her first ple, the elimination chamber where she has a tag match with tiffany stratton against nia jax and candace larae

wwe posted a story tagging archerofinfamy and rhearipley_wwe

written: the terror twins have been reunited for the first time since damian priest left raw during the transfer window

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finally being back with damian rhea felt like she had missed a whole season of damian's life.

she noticed it before she even made it to catering.

damian, leaning against a stack of production crates, arms crossed, pretending to scroll his phone.

you, sitting cross-legged on the floor with cleo in front of you, helping her colour a foam championship belt from the merch table like it was the most serious thing in the world.

cleo asked something. you smiled, laughed, pushed her curls out of her face.

and damian?

that man didn’t so much as blink, but everything in his posture said, locked in.

rhea smirked.

she detoured straight toward him.

"let me guess", she said, stopping beside him. "you're just coincidentally standing here. middle of traffic. next to this specific hallway."

damian didn’t look up. "it’s not like that."

"right", rhea drawled. "it’s not like anything. you just ‘happened’ to wander near the girl you’ve been brooding over for the last three shows while her kid paints glitter on a fake belt."

he glanced over. "you done?"

"nope." she leaned on the crate beside him, arms folded. "she’s cool. you like her. cleo loves you. you’re literally the only person on this brand that kid listens to. this whole soft-parent-energy thing is actually very cute. so what’s the holdup?"

damian exhaled, jaw flexing. "it’s not that simple."

rhea tilted her head. "why not?"

"because she’s new. and talented. and already has enough to prove without everyone whispering that she’s sleeping her way up the roster. because she’s got a kid and i’m..."

he stopped. didn’t finish.

rhea watched him for a moment, the edge softening slightly in her expression. "because you’re scared."

he didn’t deny it.

"look", she said, voice quieter, "i'm not saying get down on one knee and propose tomorrow. but you’re already halfway in. the kid adores you. she clearly feels something. you showing up? that means something."

he shook his head slightly. "i don’t want to mess it up."

"then don’t." she nudged his shoulder. "tell her. before someone else does."

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later that evening, following the elimination chamber cleo had passed out on a row of production cases, mouth slightly open, marker still clutched in her fist.

you were half-watching the monitor rewatching your match, the rest of your brain stuck in that foggy space between exhaustion and gratitude.

and then damian sat down next to you.

quiet. no preamble. close enough to feel the warmth of him but not enough to press.

"hey", you said.

"hey."

you both watched the screen for a beat.

then, without looking at you, he asked, voice low "if i said i wanted to take you out sometime what would you say?"

you blinked. looked at him, really looked.

"i’d say" you paused, smiling softly, "it’s about time."

and for the first time since you’d met him

he smiled back.

fully.

openly.

like something had finally been decided.

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one week into dating damian

cleo had a habit of crawling out of bed before you and wandering straight into whatever hotel room was across the hall, usually damian’s.

one morning you woke to an empty bed, slipped on your hoodie, and crossed the hall barefoot, fully ready to scold her.

but when you pushed open his door, you froze.

there she was, knees tucked under her, balancing on the edge of his bed with a tablet in hand, while damian sat beside her cross-legged, head tilted, listening intently.

"okay", cleo said, very seriously, "this one’s a therizinosaurus" , her pronunciation of the word was terribly wrong but utterly adorable. "it had really long claws and was a herbivore, but also terrifying."

damian nodded. "that’s actually a great name for a finisher."

you blinked. "are you guys naming moves after dinosaurs?"

he looked up. "only the deadliest ones."

cleo grinned. "we already picked one that is yours momma. wanna know what it’s called?"

you couldn’t say no.

and you didn’t want to.

archerofinfamy posted a story

written: tired on pretending dinosaurs aren't cool as hell

wwe posted a story tagging archerofinfamy

written: damian priest just debuted a terrifying new move that is calling the spinosaurus ddt

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three weeks into dating damian

you had a big match, one you wanted cleo to watch.

damian had been eager to be the one to watch her.

he sat at gorilla, watching you from behind the curtain. not in a possessive way. just proud. like watching the moment before lightning struck.

cleo stood beside him with a headset way too big for her head, shovelling gummy sweets into her mouth, free hand holding his wrist tape like it was treasure.

"do you think she’s nervous?" she whispered.

"no", he said, eyes still forward. "she’s ready."

he meant it. but he also meant: you always are. that’s who you are.

cleo giggled and held up the tape. "can i wear it?"

"only if you promise to cheer loud."

she nodded like it was a blood oath.

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a month into dating damian

cleo was sick.

nothing major, just a fever and exhaustion, but it hit hard after travel day, and she clung to you like gravity. you were supposed to wrestle that night, a solid match with a new push behind it.

but cleo had her arms locked around your neck, flushed and sweaty, and you’d already texted the producer your regrets.

then damian appeared in the doorway.

you started to tell him it was fine. that you had it under control. that you’d ordered Pedialyte and she’d be okay by morning.

he didn’t say anything.

just walked over, sat on the floor beside the bed, and held cleo’s tiny, fever-warm hand until she fell asleep.

later, after everything calmed down, you whispered, "thank you."

he shook his head. "you don’t have to do all of this alone."

and somehow, for the first time in years

you believed it.

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eight weeks into dating damian

you weren’t exactly hiding anymore.

people talked. rumors swirled. a few fans had caught on via glances, hallway sightings, or the time cleo accidentally called him "d" in front of a camera crew.

but you kept it quiet. protected.

not for shame, but for peace.

still, moments slipped through. you brushing glitter off his shoulder. him sneaking you cleo’s favourite snacks in catering. cleo climbing into his lap during a production meeting, chewing on a lanyard, and declaring him her "most bestest backup daddy."

he didn’t correct her.

not even once.

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two months dating damian

you didn’t mean to say it that night.

not in the way people usually plan for those moments. there was no candlelight. no big romantic speech. no music playing in the background. just the hum of the a/c, cleo’s quiet breathing from the second bed, and the weight of his arm draped across your stomach.

damian was half asleep beside you, still in joggers and a thermal shirt. the room smelled like takeout and travel-sized lotion. it was one of those rare nights where you had nowhere to be. just here.

just with him.

you rolled to your side slowly, brushing a piece of hair off his forehead. He looked peaceful like this. less guarded. younger, even.

he stirred at your touch, blinking at you.

"you okay?" he asked, voice low and rough.

you nodded. "yeah. just thinking."

"about what?"

you hesitated, then exhaled.

"how lucky i am", you said quietly. "to have this. to have you. to not be alone in it all anymore."

damian didn’t say anything at first. just brushed your wrist with his thumb, soft and steady.

then, before you could talk yourself out of it, you whispered it, barely above the buzz of the a/c.

"i love you."

silence.

and then

his hand stopped moving.

your breath caught.

he sat up slightly, his eyes finding yours in the dim light.

"you do?", he asked, not teasing. just stunned.

you nodded, nerves bubbling under your skin. "i didn’t mean to say it like that. not all weird and sleepy and-"

"i love you too."

he said it before you could spiral further. no hesitation. just warm certainty.

"i’ve been trying not to say it for weeks", he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "didn’t want to freak you out. or mess this up."

you laughed, quiet and shaking. "you could never."

damian leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, both of you breathing the same small space.

"i love you", he said again. "both of you. it’s not even a question anymore."

across the room, cleo turned in her sleep, murmuring something about "dinosaurs and pancakes."

you smiled.

this wasn’t flashy. it wasn’t loud.

but it was real.

and for the first time in years, love didn’t feel like something you had to fight for.

it just was.

y/ninsta

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y/ninsta: just us. some snacks. a few late nights. cooking classes. & a man who carries stickers in his gear bag "just in case."

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archerofinfamy: my girls

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can I request a poly!judgement day x fem!reader, where she get stressed out and cooks and bakes as a stress response?

Baker-Poly!TJD x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve kinda disappeared lately, I’m dealing with a lot of mental issues on top of school and work but I’m jotting down ideas when I can, just don’t expect anything regularly😓

Word Count: 1,383

The sickly sweet smell of vanilla filled the kitchen, spilling out into the rest of the house. The harsh tempo of a metal song reverberated throughout the house, originating from the kitchen. Clanging noises emerged as various cooking utensils clashed against metal bowls. Hurried footsteps paced back and forth on the warm-tiled-floors. 

In the kitchen, pacing in front of the untidy countertops, covered in various spilled ingredients, was Y/n. She cradled a metal mixing bowl to her chest as she used a whisk and beat the dry ingredients laid in the bowl.

Small puffs of powder flew up as the whisk repeatedly hit the side of the bowl, coating Y/n’s ‘Kiss the cook’ apron as well as her face. She blew small streams of air out the corner of her mouth, fluttering strands of hair that had fallen from its updo. 

Her hips swayed gently to the beat of the music, the chilling voice of Spencer Charnas from Ice Nine Kills floated around the room. “Now I’m lost on my own, in search of something real.” She sang along. 

Lately, her partners, all four members of The Judgment Day, had all been on the road for almost a week now and for Y/n, work had been unbelievably stressful, what with the giant company-wide project she’d been leading. And when she’s stressed (which had gotten to be more often than not lately) she bakes. So, her partners had had her own pantry built with every possible ingredient for whatever she wanted, whenever. 

The four members of The Judgment Day were scheduled to return home tonight but their flight had been delayed, prolonging Y/n’s stress baking.

There was already an apple pie and pumpkin brownies baking in the oven, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies cooling on the counter. Even though it seemed like an absurd amount of sweets, she knew that whatever she and her partners couldn’t eat or didn’t want would go to either co-workers (the other wrestlers loved her and her diet-breaking-treats) or to some of the neighborhood kids to take home.

Her brows, furrowed in concentration, straightened shot up in excitement as she heard the telltale signs of her favorite song “THIS IS MY BRUTALITY!”. She began bumping along to the rhythm of the metal music. 

“Hey Siri, turn the volume up!” She half-shouted to be heard. The music got louder, now as loud as it could possibly go as Y/n finally began to loosen up. Jumping around the kitchen, mixing her wet and dry ingredients, she paid no mind to anything else around her. Not even the sound of the front door opening as her partners all walked in.

The four of them stood, shocked in a huddle just inside the door as they watched their partner belt out the lyrics to Rhea’s theme song. A favorite partner was never and never would be a thing between the group, however a favorite theme song was totally different. 

Rhea’s baffled expression slowly grew into a smug smirk, as she watched her girlfriend sing and dance along to her song.

It took entirely too long for Y/n to notice that other people had even entered the house, not to mention were right behind her, watching.

“The demon in your dreams, now hear me in your scr-AHHH.” Her timing was impeccable. 

Y/n bent over, one hand on her knee as the other clutched her chest, breathing heavily while her heart raced. “Holy shit, you guys scared me.”

Rhea grinned as she stepped forward, grabbing the back of Y/n’s neck, her fingers gripping her baby hairs, and gently pulling her upright as she kissed her forehead smugly. “Sorry, love.” She laughed.

Y/n all but collapsed against Rhea, laying her head against her chest, wrapping her arms around her waist tightly while Rhea held her waist with one arm, cradling her head in the other, snorting with laughter.

Y/n’s cheeks heated at the laughter, causing her to bury her face even further into Rhea until a beeping noise, one of the several timers Y/n had set, went off. 

Y/n practically threw herself away from Rhea, keeping her head down as she slid on her purple monster oven mitts and grabbed the pumpkin brownies out of the oven, leaving the pie in there for a few more minutes.

The end of Rhea’s song finally came around, much to Y/n’s delight. 

Until she remembered that she’d put the song on repeat to play again and the starting lyric had her partners doubled over in laughter again, much to her chagrin.

Shamefully, she walked over to her phone and took it off of repeat, skipping the song just before she turned off her phone and put it back on the counter.

Only for the next song to play to be Dominik’s theme song.

All four members of the Judgment Day were actively laying on the floor dying with laughter at this point. Finn began coughing uncontrollably in an effort to not throw up while Rhea tried not to piss herself.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n crossed her arms as she watched her partners squirm around on the ground. “Alright, guys. We get it. I like your theme music. Big whup.”

She turned back to the counter, laying out the dough she’d just mixed as she began to knead it against the flour-covered counter.

“Hey,” Damian’s hands gripped her waist from behind as he held her to him. There was still a bit of laughter in his voice but Y/n could tell he meant what he was saying. “We think it’s very endearing, muñeca. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He kissed her temple lovingly as the other three finally peeled themselves up off the floor.

“Aht!” She yelled, almost as a reflex when she swatted Dominik’s wandering hand towards the still cooling cookies on the counter next to her.

His big brown eyes showed the hurt of a kicked puppy as he looked at her in betrayal,

“First of all, all four of you need to take a shower. Then we’re going to have dinner, then you can have a cookie. Okay?” Y/n explained, waddling towards Dominik, Damian’s hands still firm on her waist causing her to drag him along heftily.

Dominik nodded sadly, perking up significantly when Y/n placed her hands on his cheeks, bringing his face up to give him a quick peck on the lips. Sounds of protest came from around the room from the other three who had yet to receive a kiss.

“Hey!” Y/n silenced the four of them, staring into Dom’s big brown eyes. “We can have so many cuddles and kisses after dinner and showers, okay? We’ll watch a movie and have cookies, and brownies,and pie and make-outs. But after.” She bent his head down to kiss his forehead before gently pushing him away.

Prying Damian’s fingers from her waist, Y/n turned around to face him, gently pushing his chest as well in the direction of the stairs, gesturing with her finger for him to go up there.

“Dibs on the master shower! By myself,” Rhea added at the shared lewd looks from the boys.

Y/n laughed at the boys’ obvious pouting but they all made their way past her towards the stairs to use the guest bathroom upstairs, which was really about the same size as the master. 

As Finn passed Y/n, he lightly squeezed her waist and gave her a small peck on the cheek. “Your secret’s safe with us, love.” He laughed.

Y/n just grumbled in response as she went back to her dough. 

Rhea smirked as she got an idea, and walked behind Y/n to get to the stairs. She smacked her ass on the way, grinning wickedly at the gasp that Y/n let out. 

“Rhea!” She exclaimed, trying to contain her laughter as she held her stinging flesh. 

“Sorry, babe! I just couldn’t help myself!” Rhea giddily bounded up the stairs.

A small smile graced Y/n’s features as she went back to her baking. She was still stressed but now that her partners were home, they could help to carry some of the load. She didn’t have to do it alone.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Beggin 4 U' - Damian Priest

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~18+ THIS FIC CONTAINS SMUT!~

“Please, niña bonita,” He muttered against her cheek as he pressed a kiss on it. “Pretty please.” 

Iris sighed as she tried to pay attention to the movie her boyfriend had put on. He had suggested a quiet night in, since they had just gotten back to Flordia from a 3-week Europe tour with the WWE. 

“I can hear her callin’ for me, hermosa.” 

Iris bit her lip and pretended that his deep voice begging her wasn’t turning her on. 

“Damian,” she mumbled as he trailed his lips along her jawline. “I thought you wanted to watch the movie.” 

“Been dying to taste you all day,” he muttered against her skin as he slipped his hands underneath her oversized T-shirt.

Iris felt his fingers graze her bare skin, sending electric shivers through her body. He nipped playfully at her ear, making her squirm against him.

“You’re gonna miss the best part,” she managed to say, though her voice betrayed her, cracking with desire.

Damian chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest and into hers. “Already found the best part,” he said, rolling them over on the couch so he was hovering above her. He gently helped her lift the shirt over her head, eyes widening as he saw she was completely bare. “Ooh, i see how you playing it tonight.”

He leaned down and captured her lips in a steamy kiss. Iris moaned against his mouth, arching up to press herself closer to him. She tugged at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside.

Damian slid a hand down her side, fingers skimming over her hip and thigh, before hitching her leg around him. He kissed down her neck, along her collarbone, each touch sending a new wave of heat spiraling through her.

Iris tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him back up to her lips. She could feel how hard he was already, pressing insistently against her. “Fuck the movie,” she gasped as she rocked against him.

“Mmhm,” He hummed as he started trailed kisses over her neck. “Te necesito,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck as he trailed kisses lower and lower. She let out a gasp as he circled his tongue around her nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. 

“Fuck” she moaned, gripping his hair softly in her hands. She rolled her hips, looking for some sort of friction. He kissed down her body. Iris shivered, arching into him, feeling herself unraveling, piece by piece as he moved lower. Damian grinned against her skin, loving the way she squirmed beneath him.

“Mira hacia mí” he muttered as he settled in between her legs. She bit her lips and kept her eyes on him and he leaned in towards her center. Damian let out a groan as he tasted her treasure. 

Iris cried out her head falling back against the couch, eyes closed in pleasure. Damian smacked the inside of her thigh. “What I say?” He mumbled before diving back in, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking. 

“Ooo shit.” She moaned as he slipped his middle finger into her. She struggled to keep her eyes open as his warm tongue lapped at her pussy.  He maintained eye contact as he tried to suck her soul. She tremmbled against him as she felt her orgasm approach. “Please.” she begged. 

“Awe.” he mocked, eyes leaving hers to look at the way her pussy was sucking his fingers in. “My pretty baby wants to cum.”  She nodded a she began to rock agaisnt his fingers. “I dunno, hermosa. You made me beg.” 

“M’ so-sorry papi.” She gasped, feeling her orgasm reach the surface. He watched her try not to loose control with a smirk on his face.  

“You wanna cum?” He asked again and she nodded, panting as she tried to keep her orgasm at bay. “Hmm.” he muttured leaning back in “cum in my mouth pretty.” He sucked her clit back into mouth. 

She let out a loud moan, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came into his mouth. He groaned as her essence flooded his mouth. He kissed the inside of her thigh before standing to his feet, towering over her. He pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his hard dick springing out and slapping against his stomach. He grasped it in his hand, stroking slowly. 

Iris licked her lips, her eyes focused on his movement.  She swore she could feel herself getting wet all over again. Damian pumped his dick lazily, his eyes dark and hungry. He leaned forward, grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the couch. Iris let out a small yelp, giggling as he positioned himself between her legs.  “You ready for me mi amor?”  He asked. Iris nodded, throwing her head back with a loud moan as he pushed himself into her. He pulled her knees up to her chest and started thrusting into her hard and fast. 

“Fuck!” Iris shouted as she felt him pound into her. Her eyes rolled back and she grabbed the couch cushions, holding on for dear life as Damian fucked her like he was trying to break something inside of her. He was groaning with each thrust, his grip on her thighs bruising. She loved it. “Oh shit, papi.”

“Ah fuck!” He groaned out as she tightened around him. 

“Just like that baby.” She whined, feeling her arousal drip down her thighs as he pumped into her without mercy. She could feel another orgasm building and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it back much longer. “God, fuck!” Her nails dug into his arms, clawing at him desperately. “Don’t stop.” 

Never,” Damian promised, his voice a low growl in his throat. He shifted slightly, angling himself so that every thrust hit perfectly inside of her. Iris cried out, arching her back off the couch. Her nails dug deeper into his arm, leaving crescent marks on his skin. Her breast bounced with each thrust and he leaned down, sucking a hardend nipple into his mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered, bucking against him wildly. “Fuck, I’m gonna—” She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as the orgasm crashed over her. She threw her head back with a scream, her whole body shaking under him. “Damian! Oh my god!”

“Fuck yes.” Damian hissed through gritted teeth as he felt her clench down on him. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, fucking into her faster. Iris moaned desperately beneath him, clawing at his back, lost in the pleasure that was overwhelming her senses.

“Fill me up,” she begged breathlessly. “Please.”

“Yeah? That’s what you want?” He grunted out, “You want papi to fill you up? Get you nice and round with my baby?” 

“Yes!” she screamed out as her whole body convulsed as another orgasm rippled through her at the thought. She sobbed his name as he thrust into her, feeling him twitch inside her right before she felt the rush of warmth filling her up.

“Fuck,” Damian groaned, burying himself deep and holding her there as he spilled into her. He rocked his hips gently, drawing out their pleasure until they were trembling and breathless. He finally collapsed against her, their slick bodies sticking together. “Holy shit.” He mummbled against he skin. 

Iris giggled softly, wrapping her legs tight around him. Her fingers drifted through his hair, loving the way he felt against her, spent but still pulsing inside of her. “Think we made a baby that time?” She asked after her breathing had returned to normal. 

He lifted his head, meeting her eyes with a crooked grin. “If not, we’ll just have to keep trying,” he said, brushing a thumb over her swollen lip. His voice was still rough, and it sent a thrill through her.

She hummed contentedly, snuggling beneath him as a shiver of aftershock coursed through her. “I think I can live with that.”

Authors Note: *cough* I dunno where this came from, but to all my Damian lovers... enjoy! 😉 ❤️

niña bonita - pretty girl

hermosa- beautiful

Te necesito - i need you

Mira hacia mí - eyes on me

mi amor - my love

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When Did You Know? -Rhea Ripley

Summary: “When did you know?” He asks and Rhea raises a brow at him, prompting him to explain. “You wanted to marry her,”

WC: 1905

Warnings: none(if you spot any lemme know)

I’m high, enjoy🍃

Rhea holds a champagne flute watching you from across the backyard, sitting with your sister the two of you are giggling at what ever is in the gift she’s given you. With the way it send a red flush across your face she makes a note to pester you about it later.

“So,” it’s Damian who wanders over and she’s relieved, not that she didn’t love the family and friends invited to your engagement party but someone she didn’t have to be on her best behaviour around was always welcomed. “Enjoying that?” He teases pointing at the flute.

“I feel like I’m going to crush it,” she responds, staring down the offending drink. Damian chuckles and shakes his head following her gaze to you and smiling.

“When did you know?” He asks and Rhea raises a brow at him, prompting him to explain. “You wanted to marry her,”

Rhea looks back to you and you meet her eye, she sees your face soften and smile at her mouthing a small ‘hi’ to her. She winks back to you before your attention is pulled away again. When did she know?

~

The light from the moon came in the open window, a warm breeze flowing into the room making the curtains flutter. The dogs snore peacefully at the end of the bed, practically dead to the world for the next couple hours before the sun rises.

You and Rhea lay in a comfortable silence, your bare legs tangle together under the plum sheets and your torso press together as you lay on her. Your face tucks into her neck as she strokes your hair, relishing in the afterglow content to just feel you and gently drift to sleep.

“I think I can feel my bones,” her eyes snap open as you mumble into her neck, for a moment she wonders if she misheard you? Or maybe you were talking in your sleep? Which she’s never heard you do, but surely that made more sense than you feeling your bones.

“Hmm” Rhea kisses your head, which is probably the safest response at this point, “your bones?”

“Like in my body I feel them if I think about it,” you explain, your hand strokes along her ribcage to emphasis your point. “Do you feel yours?”

You picked your head up to look into her eyes, ready for a serious answer. Rhea on the other hand was fighting her self control trying not to smile at you lovingly. She pulled her lips into a thin line to hide her love for you and pretended to try.

“Not feeling anything” Rhea responds and you pout at her before rolling over with your bare back exposed to her, “you’re upset because I can’t feel my bones?”

“Yes!”

~

“You’re sure you want to meet them?” Rhea asks again, slowing her steps as you walk home from dinner. It’s risky with Rhea growing fame, but the setting sun is too warm to deny and if anyone had recognised her neither of you had noticed walking hand in hand chatting. She had invited you over to her place during dinner, starting to feel guilty that you two always ended up at yours. Now, she was regretting that choice.

“Yes I’m sure,” you laugh as she asks you for the thousandth time, surely they couldn’t be that bad right? “Keep up,” you pull her along not allowing her to stall you any longer.

“I just feel like there might be a better time to introduce you,” Rhea bargains and you roll your eyes playfully turning to face her.

“They’re important to you,” you say while pointing at her, “I want to know about everything you love,” you tell her, she allows her shoulders to relax and grabs your pointing hand bringing it to her lips to kiss it.

“Okay,” you two begin walking again and you wrap your arms around hers, “they’ll be excited”

As you walk up to her door and she unlocks it she puts her hand on the knob and turns to face you again.

“Don’t you dare ask if I’m sure,” you say and smile as she grumbles at you and opens the door. Up until now you hadn’t felt nervous, instead distracted by quelling your girlfriend’s anxiety about you’re meeting them. Now you were being faced with the reality that if they didn’t like you, how would you and Rhea stay together. She closes the door behind you quietly, her hand touches your lower back and she leans down to your ear,

“Ready?” You take a deep breath, you could do this. She meant to much to mess this up. You nod confidently and you feel her stand back up. “Babies!”

The sound of her dogs is thunderous as they round the corner, you spot Barry first as he slides around the wall and begins to sprint full force down the hall.

“Oi!” Rhea tries but it’s too late, you’ve resigned your fate and brace yourself. His jowels bounce with slobber as he runs, his ears standing up as he leaps directly at you and sending you to the floor on your ass. Luna comes running behind your head to kiss your forehead and Rhea stands frozen. There’s a moment where she’s sure that you’ll be upset and walk out considering her ninety pound menace just sacked you but your laughter stops the thought.

“Hi babies how’re-“ Barry licks at you and you fall backwards giggling and reaching up to pet Luna. “Pretty girl,” you tell her smaller dog as she more politely licks your nose. Rhea could cry watching you meet them, pet them and give them small kisses slobber and hair be damned. She walks over to you offering a hand and pulls you back to standing.

“It was really rough,” you tease, “but I made it.”

~

The pain in her shoulder was searing and she wanted nothing more than to relax without this goddamn sling but compared to the anger in her chest it felt mild. It replays in her head again, walking out with the belt around her waist and leaving it behind in the ring. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, stubborn tears falling from her eyes as she sat on the end of the bed.

“Baby,” your soft hand comes to hold her jaw and Rhea shakes her head, no matter how many times you go through a rough patch she’s never learned to let you see her cry. Your fingers gently pull her chin up and she’s too tired to fight it, tears fall off her jaw to your hand. You take a step closer to stand between her legs and pull her head into your sternum, the sadness and frustration she’s been holding breaks and she sobs against you. You hold her tight as she cries against you,

“I’ve got you,”

~

It was awful. Ridiculously bad. Downright unholy and probably frowned upon in most countries while being loathed by the majority of people. Except Rhea, your girlfriend loved the way you danced.

Well, “dancing” might be a reach. It’s more, flailing and hair flipping but accompanied by your terrible singing and wearing her t-shirt Rhea found herself drooling at your breakfast island.

“Hungry?” You ask, pausing your… movements to attend to the pan. As you turn around Rhea swallows,

“Starving,”

~

Your sister brings you a cup of tea and a glass of water before sitting on the couch next to you. The front of your head is pounding from crying, you reach for the water hoping to alleviate some of the pain. As you chug the glass water falls from your hair to your shoulders and you shiver.

“What happened honey bee?” She asks gently, her warm hand wraps around your cold one and feeling it close to ice she wraps both in her own.

“We starting arguing about something,” your breath seems to stutter as you speak, “I don’t remember what and then we fought for so long and then she told me to leave,”

You start to cry again and your sister pulls you into a hug, she cooes at you but you can’t focus on her. All you can think about is Rhea.

“Listen you’re not going to believe me,” your sister pulls her sleeve over her thumb and wipes your tears, “but I think you two will be fine,” you scoff at her and shake your head.

“She told me to go, we’ve fought but she’s never told me to go,” you insist, “she doesn’t want me,” you resign. You two are silent as you leans against her, you’re dozing off when a loud knocking makes you jerk.

“Ah-“ your sister hisses holding her cheek and going to the front door. You stand up from the couch to clean up the pillows you’d knocked to the floor. Heavy squeaking footsteps made you turn swiftly seeing Rhea in the door way.

“Rhea,” you say in disbelief looking her up and down, her dark hair is slicked to her forehead and dripping onto the hoodie she’s wearing. Not that it’s bothering her, she’s clearly soaked through and she wipes her face with her forearm.

“I’m sorry,” she starts as soon as she closes to you, “I shouldn’t have told you to go, it’s cowardly and you didn’t deserve it and I wish I could take it back,”

“Rhea,”

“But I can’t so I hope you can forgive me because when you left I felt it, that feeling that I can’t stand that I don’t know where you are or if you’re safe,” she’s pacing while she explains ignoring your attempt at her attention,

“Rhea”

“But I’ll feel it, if you want me too. I would understand after what I just did and what I’m doing now,” it’s clear she’s not hearing you so you take a few steps towards her, she finally looks at you “but I just needed to make sure you were okay because I love you and-“ Rhea had expect you to slap her, punch her, or scream in her face; but kiss her? You pullled away from her lips gently,

“I forgive you,”

-

Rhea sipped her coffee as she exited the shop, she was due back in the center in a few minutes. She sped walked down the street and went to turn around the corner before slamming into another body.

You had expected to hit the ground and braced for it surprised to feel yourself upright, opening your eyes seeing the woman you just collided with had caught you.

“I’m so sorry!” You squeak and the woman gives your a once over making sure you’re steady before she lets go, “I’ll get you a new coffee,”

“You’re sweet,” the tattooed stranger responds, “but I’m late,” she explains, you pat your imaginary wallets hoping to give her cash you don’t have with you.

“What’s your name?” You ask and the look on her face you find hilarious, was that such an odd question? “I owe you a coffee”

“Rhea Ripley,” she answers, walking around you slowly in the direction she needs to go, “ you should dm me pretty runner girl,”

She quickly makes her way across the street and away from you left wondering how you’re supposed to know which profile is hers?

~

Rhea tipped her flute back and finished the rest of the liquid in her glass before looking at Damian and shrugging,

“I just knew,”

[damiansgoodgirll]

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

damian priest x reader

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‼️insecure reader, angst, fluff, soft damian‼️

NOTHING COMPARES

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

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

and tonight, that bitter insecurity was eating you alive.

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

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

but watching them now? it did bother you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you hated feeling like this.

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

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

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

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

“baby…” he murmured, voice soft.

you stayed quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

but damian wasn’t stupid.

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

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

you stiffened.

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

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

“then why are you upset?”

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

you couldn’t help but feel that way.

his entire body tensed.

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

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

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

his grip on you tightened instantly.

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

you looked away “it’s true.”

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

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

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

you let out a shaky breath.

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

you wanted to believe him.

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

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

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

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

you nodded against him, your body finally relaxing.

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

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

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

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➺ pairing — damian priest ♥︎ f!reader, super mild damian priest ♥︎ cody rhodes ➺ summary — after the podcast, damian and cody discover they have more in common than they thought, so damian brings him home to you. ➺ words — 3.3k ➺ warnings — nsfw. voyeurism/exhibitionism, recording sex, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v, super mild m/m (happy pride, y’all), cum 18+ ➺ taglist — if you’d like to be added, please click here!  ➺ requested by — anonymous, thank you so much!

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Cody followed Damian through his house, up the staircase, and down the hall toward your and Damian’s bedroom door. He fingered the corner of his cell phone in a front pocket of his slacks when he stuffed his hands inside, smirking when Damian told him that, yes, sometimes you could be a brat, but more often than not, you were only too happy to obey any orders or suggestions given by your boyfriend. And, upon opening the door and revealing the picturesque scene, he was proven absolutely correct, because there you stood, in the white lingerie Damian had purchased for you not long ago, hands clasped behind your back, devilish smirk tugging at your lips.

Until Cody Rhodes came into view, stepping out confidently from behind Damian. As your man continued toward you, Cody hung back, and considering your clothing, or lack thereof, and the wolfish grin morphing Damian’s plump mouth, you could only guess what was going through his mind.

Damian chuckled at your lack of immediate surprise, dropping a gentle giant of a hand on your bare shoulder as he passed smoothly behind you. The entirety of the backside of your body ignited, and you tilted your head with a drunken smile when Damian nuzzled your neck, kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder, nipping. 

“Told you,” Damian grumbled, hands sliding from your sides to your belly, down to your hips, fingers dancing along your panty line. 

“You did,” Cody replied, smiling, tilting his head.

They were so different, Cody and Damian, physically and otherwise—Cody was the exact opposite of your type—but you couldn’t stop the clenching of your pussy or the hardening of your nipples or the hitch of breath in your throat as you watched him watching you, watched him watching Damian delicately devour your neck. He was a beautiful man where Damian was sheer sex; pretty, amiable sapphire eyes where Damian’s were dark and lewd. But it wasn’t so much Cody turning you on as it was Cody watching. 

“After the podcast,” Damian explained, lips still exploring your warming skin, “Cody and I started talking about … things.” Your and Cody’s gazes met. “Turns out, the American Nightmare is … a watcher.” You gulped, thighs rubbing together as your pussy continued to dampen. “He likes to watch people fuck.” You gasped, Damian snickering into your ear. “Girls, guys, both … he just wants to watch.” 

“And direct,” Cody added. Your brows rose. “And record, if possible.” Speaking like he was negotiating a business deal—why did it turn you on? The suit, the speech, the deviance in his azure eyes. Damian’s hands roaming your burning body, his lips, tongue and teeth now ravaging the other side of your neck. 

“Record,” you breathed. 

“So I had to tell him about you, angelita,” Damian continued explaining. “That you like to be watched. We like to be watched.” One arm was around your waist, the opposite hand clutching your chin and turning your head in his direction, breaking your eye contact with Cody. “And I told him you like to be told what to do. Directed.”

Realization dawning on you, you turned your head as much as Damian would allow so you could look at Cody once more. Hands still in his pockets, but his eyes were gleaming—a sparkle in those blue diamonds you imagined was seen by many prey just before they were maimed by their respective predators. Your panties were soaked by now, skin decorated in goosebumps. 

“So you wanna direct our porn,” you stated in the most simplest of terms. These two men seemed to be dancing around the subject, or drawing it out—either way, your body wasn’t built to handle waiting. 

Cody’s chuckle was a soft breath. “And keep it.”

You nodded slowly. “And?” you pressed. 

“Watch it.” Cody took a few steps forward, slyly deleting most of the space between you. Damian’s teeth scraped your earlobe, and your own teeth clamped onto your bottom lip. 

“And?” you continued.

Damian laughed. “She wants to hear you’re gonna jerk off to her,” he said.

Cody nodded. More slow steps, closer to you—close enough you could now feel his heat, smell his cologne, delve so deeply into his eyes that you were momentarily lost in a cerulean sky. He leaned down a bit, and you now smelt the mint on his breath, the vodka, as he whispered, “What makes you think I haven’t already?”

Enough was enough. Grinning like a fool, you turned in Damian’s long, strong arms and pressed your lips to his. You drank down his moan, grinning at his familiar, breathy noises, hands sliding to the back of his neck and head, tugging on his hair still wrapped in a bun. You heard Cody moving behind you, heard the familiar click of a cell phone being unlocked, and your heart pounded into your ribs. Damian had made videos before—you sucking him, him eating you, every position of fucking either of you could imagine—but it was different now. A second set of eyes on you, a third if you counted the phone, and the exhibitionist in you celebrated—this was your Everest, your platinum-selling record, your goddamn Nobel prize. You were a performer at heart, and sometimes putting on a show every Friday night just … wasn’t … 

“Take his clothes off,” Cody softly directed, and so focused were you on Damian’s taste, his hands all over every inch of your body he was able to reach, you didn’t notice how easily you gripped the bottom of his shirt, lifting as high as you could reach, allowing him to take the shirt the rest of the way. You kissed his chest, the tattoos drawn there, his skin so warm and shockingly soft, and your hands skidded down his abs, stopping at the buckle of his belt. Pulling the pieces apart, you jerked the leather through the loops of his jeans, dropping it to the carpet with a quiet thud. Next, you unbuttoned his black jeans, lowered the zipper, and pushed the article down his legs. All the while, with your peripheral vision, you clocked Cody moving his phone this way and that, attention focused on the screen. 

“Good,” Cody said. “Now get on your knees.”

You shared a smile with Damian, a knowing smile, an erotic, excited, smile, before descending to your knees, joining the discarded black belt. Without instruction, you mouthed the big man through his black briefs, his semi-hard cock twitching to life within seconds. Hands on his thick thighs, you licked the dampened fabric along the length of his dick, lewdly dragging your tongue on the cotton—showing off for Damian, for Cody, for the camera. 

“Fuck,” Damian whispered. 

“Take it out,” Cody rasped. He squatted next to you, his eyes and phone directed on your hands as you lowered the elastic waistband of Damian’s briefs, allowing his impressive dick to bounce free. “Lick it,” Cody whispered, and you instantly obeyed—equal parts needing your man’s cock in your mouth and because Cody told you to. Your tongue bathed Damian’s dick from the head to the root and back, circling the head, refamiliarizing yourself with every ridge and every vein. “This is even hotter than I imagined.” Your eyes fluttered, fingers squeezing Damian’s thighs, and you pressed a wet, sucking kiss to the underside of the head. “Put it in your mouth.” Cody dropped to both knees beside you, iPhone a barrier between you. “And I wanna hear you gag.”

You didn’t need any further instruction as far as gagging was concerned. Happily, you enveloped Damian in your scorching, wet mouth, the head passing along your tongue and into the back of your throat, where you forced it down as far as it would go. Until your body convulsed. Until you gagged, eyes squeezing shut, tears poking at the corners. “Again,” Cody ordered. Pulling back, your tongue played briefly with Damian’s slit before forcing your head forward and his cock into your neck. You gagged, coughed, spit coating Damian’s thick shaft, and you couldn’t quell the moan from deep in your chest. “You’re just a cockwhore, aren’t you?” Another groan, and you tried forcing Damian deeper as you nodded. “Yeah … I knew it. It’s always been obvious how bad you need dick in at least one of your holes all the time.” 

“Fuck!” Damian repeated. “He’s right … and I didn’t have to tell him a fuckin’ thing.” 

Your body shuddered at the words, cunt clenching around nothing but your juices under the weight of the mens’ blatant gaping. Your cheeks hollowed, your mouth creating a vacuum, and Damian snatched a chunk of your hair.

“Say it,” Cody whispered. “I wanna hear you say it.” The lisp, usually an endearing quality, now made your thighs tremble and your heart flip flop.

Reluctantly removing Damian from your mouth, you gasped, “I’m just a cockwhore.”

Cody nodded, satisfied. “Put it back in your mouth. And I’m really surprised a slut like you needs to be told to pay attention to the balls.”

He had a point, and so as you slurped Damian back into your tight throat, your hand rose to cup his full balls, massage them, give them a bit of a tug until Damian grunted, his fingers pressing into your skull. 

“That’s my girl,” Damian breathed. “Show him how much you love this dick.”

As you sucked and licked and rolled and tugged, Cody stood and made his way toward the bed. You watched, mouth still working, as Cody unbuttoned the vest he wore, loosened his tie, and then he fell on the mattress, his back against the headboard. 

“Come here,” he said, following a moment of recording from a new angle.

Reluctantly, and only after several moments and several bobs of your head, you released Damian from your mouth, his glistening cock bouncing in the cool air. Shrugging at your boyfriend’s strangled whine, you climbed to your feet and then climbed on the mattress, crawling up to Cody as he waggled his fingers, his phone held steady on his chest as he continued making his movie. 

“Spread your legs,” Cody said, and your knees slid apart on the white sheets, back arching, and the movement of the phone wasn’t lost on you. “How’s that pussy look, Priest?” 

After moving your panties to the side, Damian boasted, “Wet as fuck.”

“Get a shot of that before you destroy it,” Cody said, handing his phone off to Damian behind you, and you fought the urge to close your legs at the sudden zoomed-in scrutiny. “What’s got you so wet, princess?” Cody asked you. “Sucking cock or being watched while you suck cock?” 

“Both,” you answered honestly. “Oh, god,” you burst. “Papí.” Damian’s tongue licked from the top of your slit up to your hole, poking inside before sucking your clit into his hungry mouth. 

“You call him daddy?” Cody growled, leaning forward to take possession of his phone again. Eyes closed, able to catch the raw lust in his tone, you smirked, tip of your tongue traveling along your lips. “I knew you were a slut, but you were able to hide just how much of a slut you really are, weren’t you?” His hand cupped your face, and you nuzzled into his tender touch mere moments before Damian smacked your ass, ripping a scream from your throat. You collapsed forward, cheek mashing against one of Cody’s unforgiving pecs, Damian’s tongue everywhere all at once, inside and outside, up and down, left and right. You weren’t a stranger to his tactics, but sometimes the fierceness with which he ate you surprised you.

Cody pushed gently at your shoulder until you rose back up to your hands and knees, and then he cradled your chin, your eyes meeting his. The filth you found—the unadulterated deviance—in those blue pools sent you teetering on the edge. “That’s a good girl,” Cody praised, glancing at his phone to be sure everything he wanted to see was in frame, gaze returning to yours quickly. 

“Fuck, Papi, I’m gonna come,” you babbled. You felt and heard your boyfriend’s deep chuckle, and somehow he was able to dive further into your pussy, all tongue and lips and teeth.

Cody’s grip tightened on your chin, your brows furrowing as a result of the discomfort. “Right here,” he said. “Put your pretty eyes right here and let me watch you come.” Your body shook, beginning in your thighs, ending in your wrists, mouth hanging open like a dehydrated dog, but you kept your eyes open and you kept them on the lens in the corner of the phone. “Is Priest getting a mouthful of cum?” Cody wanted to know. 

You nodded. “If you wanna know what I taste like,” you breathed, eyes switching from the phone to Cody’s hooded ones, “you could give Damian a kiss—” Cody’s head tilted. “—I bet he wouldn’t mind.” Damian smacked your ass again, a squeal and a smile the effect this time. 

“Roll over,” Cody commanded.

You waited for him to release your chin before obeying, though, since he hadn’t been specific on where exactly he’d wanted you to lay, you lifted yourself over Cody’s leg, glancing at him over your shoulder. Understanding was clear and instant, and Cody spread his legs to accommodate you, switching the angle of the phone as you carefully rested your head against the solid ridge in Cody’s expensive pants. 

“Since you’re so adorable—” Cody admonished, thumb caressing your cheek as you watched Damian maneuver himself between your legs, between Cody’s legs, weeping shaft bobbing deliciously in the air. “—you’re gonna have to beg your Papi to give you his cock.”

“Please, Papi,” you whispered, nails dancing up his abs to his chest, scraping over his nipples, smiling at the shudder he tried to hide. “Please fuck me.” 

“Tell him how bad you need it,” Cody urged. 

“So fucking bad,” you mewled, squeezing Damian’s strong shoulders. “I need you inside me. I always need you inside me. Please?”

Damian slapped his cock against your sopping pussy, the wet sounds echoing off the walls, and your back arched. “Is this what you need, baby girl?” Damian asked, the bass in his voice enough to make you come again. 

Your nod was frantic, creating just enough friction against Cody’s cock to steal a moan from him. Damian’s eyes passed over your head to meet Cody’s, and an expression painted his features like something you’d never seen before—was he asking permission? Receiving whatever he needed, Damian pounded into you, your hands slipping from his shoulders so your arms could wrap around Cody’s sturdy thighs, steeling your body against Damian’s fierce thrusts. Your eyes locked, your peripheral vision picking up the phone in Cody’s hand once more as it floated around in the background, and you smiled up at Damian, silently thanking him for making your night even more interesting than you’d anticipated. A few more thrusts and he pressed into you as far as possible, kissing your cervix, launching his cum as far inside you as he was physically able. 

“You feel me?” Damian breathed, huge hand splayed across your lower belly, pressing down like he might feel the outline of his cock. 

“Everywhere,” you whispered in response, releasing Cody’s legs to curl your arms around Damian’s neck. “So fucking deep.” Your lips crashed together, your head still resting against Cody’s straining erection, Damian delicately continuing to move inside you until he couldn’t anymore, soft cock falling out of your still-tightening hole. 

“Can’t believe how well she took that monster cock,” Cody aloofly commented.

Damian giggled—giggled. And was that a blush? “I had to train her,” he replied, hands all over you—your neck, shoulders, breasts, sides, hips. “She didn’t come out of a box ready to take this dick.” You rolled your eyes, listening to Cody chuckle behind you. “You wanna get a shot of this?” He spread your thighs, his fingers sliding to your folds so he could pull them apart, and that’s when you felt his cum start to leak out of you. 

“Absolutely,” Cody replied, handing his phone off again. You looked up at him, his face just as beautiful upside down, and his hands took Damian’s place, though they settled mostly over your breasts, fingers dipping inside your bra, his thumbs drawing small, soft circles around the hardened, sensitive peaks of your nipples. “The camera loves you,” he said. 

“Yeah?” you whispered, enchanted by his eyes, his mouth, the lisp. 

“Oh, yeah. Now put your fingers in your pussy—” You gasped, thinking the filth was behind you. At least for the time being. Always willing to obey, your own hand slid down your body to your ruined cunt, and you gathered the mixture of your and Damian’s cum on your first two digits. Cody and Damian were silent as they watched you bring your index finger to your lips, slurping it into your mouth, cleaning it as deeply as you suspected Cody was about to tell you to do.

Taking things a step further—you really didn’t think either of them would make the first move if they ever made a move—you rolled back onto your stomach, still safely between Cody’s legs. Smiling softly, eyes zeroed in on the American Nightmare’s mouth, you slowly moved your still-dripping middle finger toward it, giving him every opportunity in the world to stop you. When he remained still, your grin stretched, and you touched the pad of your finger, coated in your cum, coated in Damian’s cum, to his bottom lip, spreading it along the rosy skin like ChapStick. 

“Look how pretty, Papi,” you whispered, turning your head, though your attention on Cody remained unbroken.

Damian draped himself over your back, your smile somehow broadening, and he kissed your shoulder, your cheek. “He is pretty, ain't he?” he surprisingly agreed, though you weren’t sure he was focused on Cody so much as he was focused on you. One arm supported his weight while the opposite hand skidded along your ribs, belly button, hip, back to your ass, which he smacked one last time, this one not as strong as the others. It was lust before, sheer need—now it was love, unmatched adoration, a gentle reminder of just how much you meant to him.

But you had to finish this one thing. 

“Will you lick it?” you asked Cody, breathless, eyes fluttering as Damian rutted slow, hard, against your now-tingling ass cheek. Cody cocked his head, those brilliant sapphires sparkling as he watched you for a moment, gaze flicking to Damian, and the three of you were so close, sharing shallow breaths and still-rising heat. 

“I think he wants you to ask nicely, angelita,” Damian growled, plump lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

Cody’s eyes came back to yours. 

“Will you please lick it?” you whispered. “I promise it tastes so good.”

After a pause, Cody’s lips twitched, the viscous cum glistening, and if he wasn’t gonna lick it, somebody was. But you got your wish—Cody’s pink tongue slithered out, the tip sliding along his bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth, and you saw his chest collapse with a sigh. “Fuck,” he said, eyes closing.

Damian was hard again, hot and heavy behind you, still making a meal of your neck and shoulders. Cody was still hard, and when his eyes blinked open, you saw his patience was wearing thin. 

“So,” you said, “what do I have to do to get you two to make out?”

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slow down | the judgment day

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

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

darling, slow down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slow down. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck.” The profanity leaves her mouth. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me, please,” She whined.

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

“Come ride me, baby.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— 

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Touch me, gorgeous.” Maia groans softly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you, Maia.”

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

[madhatterbri]

Jealous Trend | D.P.

Summary: Hey girl, can I request a Damian Priest x reader fic. Reader is over trying to get her boyfriend Damian to do a tiktok with her so she does one with her bestie Jey Uso instead and ohhhhh Damian is not happy when someone shows him the tiktok video.

Requested by: @miss-kuki-nz

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"No,"

Y/N rolled her eyes when her boyfriend dismissed her request to make a Tiktok with her again. After all the rumors in the past with Kayden, he never wanted to make another video with anyone again. The backlash wasn't worth the drama. She sighed and left to get ready for her match.

After her match, she walked to the back. She hadn't run into Damian ever since he turned her down. It wasn't fair. She loved to make videos with him. It wasn't for likes or views. It just felt nice having videos with them together.

"I know that long face. Old D told you no to another Tiktok, huh?" Jey teased.

"It isn't fair. He made them all the time with Kayden. Now he won't do a single one with me," Y/N pouted.

"You know my man likes the private life. What you got in mind anyway?" He asked.

She told him the idea. He seemed to like it. They planned this for after RAW.

The Tiktok was surprisingly fun. They decided to reenact the scene from Mean Girls, where Janis is accusing Cady of being a plastic while in a car. Of course, they did this in front of a Waffle House. Y/N pretended that she was hurt she wasn't invited to eat with him.

After making some edits, Y/N posted the video on Tiktok. The video went viral almost instantly. Viewers left hearts, reblogs, and positive comments. Everyone really seemed to like it, except one.

Damian sat on a bar stool in the hotel bar. He was waiting for Y/N to unwind with him. She said she would meet him there. When the stool next to him moved, he thought the person would be her girlfriend. Instead, Rhea Ripley sat next to him. She smiled briefly at him.

"You been on Tiktok lately?" She asked. "Your girlfriend is actually pretty creative,"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

Before he could pull up his phone, Rhea showed him the video. Damian watched it a few times before pausing it. He was pissed. His hands rubbed his face to hide his anger.

"I'm gonna yeet him through a window," Damian threatened.

[diablasuenos]

exes | damian priest

pairing — damian priest x reader | warnings — unprotected sexual activity (please use caution in any sexual situations)

genre — smut, minors DNI | author’s note — been obsessed with him for so long, i finally got to writing a piece for him. lmk what you think. feel free to send a request my way 🫀

You didn’t realize how bad you wanted him, needed and truly wanted him, until this moment. The feelings never left. They simply simmered under the surface and finally rose to the occasion. One drunken text led to one ex picking up another ex, it should have been simple.

But nothing with Damian was simple. He was zealous and hungry and he never wanted someone as bad as he wanted you. He was sure to tell you over and over as he kissed you clumsily, working his hands around your neck and walked you backwards onto his bed. He was ravenous, you could see it in his eyes and once he was on his knees in front of your wet cunt, he felt that hunger grow.

He wasn’t eating you out, no, he was devouring you. He was working so softly against your pussy you were begging him for more. His mouth was so wet and so hot against you that you felt a heat pool in your abdomen. The hum of Damian’s mouth on you made you prop your legs on his shoulder, letting him get deeper into your as he tongue fucked you. Something about him and his desire to show you how he cared mended the part of your heart that hurt knowing he wasn’t yours anymore. But it didn’t matter that he wasn’t yours because he was still acting like you were his.

His hand was rough but they felt so right in your hair as he kissed you. He tasted like a shot of tequila, bad intentions something else you just couldn’t put your finger on, but you kept tugging on him for more. He was vocal with his kisses, mumbling how beautiful he thought you were and how badly he wanted you. His kisses trailed from your lips down your neck and to your collarbone, finding the exposed skin in the dip of your top.

“I need these off,” he commanded in between kisses. He peeled your top off and made a swift move for your pants. You laughed at his eagerness.

And boy was he needy. He found himself giving the same energy he would give to a match, being attentive and receptive to all your sweet moans. He took his time devouring you, unraveling any tension in your body that he could find. The way you whispered his name out — gasping for breath with each stroke he thrust into you — sent him reeling. He was amazed by how perfect it all felt. He wasn’t sure if it was the beers and the shot catching up with him but damn you felt like everything he ever needed.

The feeling of you around him was unlike any woman he had ever been with. Your body melted into his as he gripped the sheets, steadying himself into a rhythm, making you beg for him. His chain dangled low and you found yourself fingering it and pulling it, bringing your lips up to his ear. His skin was smooth against yours and you found yourself grabbing onto him with the same amount of urgency he was using to pound into you. There were few things in this world that you loved more than Damian, even now with your blurred lines of a relationship. You wanted every single bit of him whenever you had him. It wasn’t right but goddamn did it feel great.

“Damian,” you gasped as you felt yourself nearing the edge of pain and pleasure. There was only one man who could make you feel so many things all at once. The craziest part of it was that he felt the same about you. You couldn’t worry about why it didn’t work out, for now you just needed him. “My god.”

“Fuck, you’re right there.” Your voice was sickly sweet in his ear. His eyes found yours and for a moment you could hardly breathe - not because of the way it felt like he was looking right into you. Sex with your ex was not supposed to feel this good. Nothing had ever felt so right. But you couldn’t get too caught up because you knew in the morning that he wouldn't care, hell he probably wouldn’t even act like it happened. But you allowed yourself to dream and to scream softly at each stroke of his hips into yours.

“You feel so good,” Damian spoke. He grunted with aggressive strokes. His eyes were trained on the sight of his cock going in and out of you, the wetness glistening off his skin. “I fucking missed you.” He admitted.

A part of your heart thrived off hearing that he missed you, too. There was some small part of you that didn’t want him to move on without you. You didn’t want him to be fucking - let alone, making love — to any other woman. The thought made you sick but it also encouraged you to pull him close by wrapped your legs around his midsection and force him deeper. You moaned out his name like a meditative chant and you felt the sweat beading on his skin. You raked your nails down his back, wanting to leave your mark, not caring that it would be easily seen by the fans or camera — or any damn woman who was near.

“Damian!” You yelled as he hit your g-spot. You were dangerously close to a your orgasm. You needed him right where he was. He pushed his forehead against tours, his eyes focused on yours.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” He whispered as you gasped out for air, his lips close to your own.

Baby.

He hadn’t called you a pet name in months. No nicknames, nothing affectionate. But now here he was, coaching you through an orgasm with the utmost affection. Somehow, this felt more intimate than when you were in a relationship — this felt soul binding, sacred even.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You begged him and he obliged. You dug nails deeper into his back and he seethed at the feeling, somehow loving and hating the pain. You tried to close your eyes, your head lolling to the side but his hand found your face, squeezing gently as he forced you to look at him. The fact he was using one hand to hold himself up and the other to make you maintain eye contact was thrilling.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” He ordered and you whimpered under the pressure of his thumb and fingers on your face.

“I’m going to,” You whined, unable to finish the sentence as white hot heat flooded your face and body. Your back arched as you yelled out and Damian’s hand moved down to your neck, gripping it gently. He slowed his strokes down but didn’t stop, admiring the way your cum spread all over him. It was the hottest thing he’d seen besides your pretty face as you called out his name. “Oh my god!”

Damian let you ride the high as he stroked you deeply and you whined out for him to take it easy but he ignored your pleas. You knew you could take, he did too. The pleasure was so good it hurt.

As your adrenaline spiked you were clouded with emotion and you remembered how much you loved him. You reminded by how much you needed him, how much you loved being under his touch. You were so overcome by it all that the words came tumbling out of your mouth.

“I love you, Damian,” You said. “Fuck, I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Those words sent Damian over the edge as his hips bucked and his stroke seized. He was already on the verge of an explosion but those words sent him beyond his grasp. He told himself he would pull — that he wouldn’t let this get more messed up than it was, but that was before you had come undone underneath him and confessed your love for him. As he came, Damian was sent into his memory of the first time you said I love you — it was the exact same way, the same exact position, the same exact jaw-dropping feeling rumbled in his chest. He couldn’t let you go, not after this.

“Fuck.” He groaned lowly as he pulled out of you and settled next to you.

The two of you laid in comfortable silence as you caught your breath, neither one of you wanting to be the one to speak first. Damian was stunned.

I love you, I love you, I love you. Replayed in his brain.

And he loved you, too.

[onlyangel4]

angel's playlist.

track one: obsessed - jey uso x new girlfriend!reader

track two: jenny - solo sikoa x best friend!reader

track three: line without a hook - rhea ripley x fwb!reader

track four: enchanted - dominik mysterio x reader

track five: every breath you take - drew mcintyre x wife!reader

track six: lunch - stephanie vaquer x girlfriend!reader

track seven: the one that got away - cm punk x ex!reader

track eight: please please please - la knight x singer!reader

track nine: sophia - liv morgan x tag team partner!reader

track ten: shivers - cody rhodes x reader

track eleven: couldn't make it any harder - bron breakker x hurt!reader

track twelve: closer - damian priest x fwb!reader

track thirteen: i can see you - finn balor x rollins!reader

track fourteen: angel of small death & the codeine scene - seth rollins x reader

track fifteen: bed chem - jacob fatu x singer!reader