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bibibi-tchx · 2 days
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damian always be looming over that boy
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damiansgoodgirll · 7 months
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hey queen, how are you?
can i request something with damian where it’s not really smut but suggestive where he constantly teases reader and she gets all shy please?
i’m better thank you!
damian priest x reader
‼️not smut but very very VERY VERY suggestive
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on my knees for you
everyone noticed the sexual tension between you and damian. well, everyone except you. you just thought he was being funny and playful even in his words always left butterflies in your stomach.
it started with him calling you beautiful or, as you preferred, hermosa.
he knew that spanish was making you going crazy and he loved seeing you all red and embarrassed.
everytime there was an event, you would travel together. he would drive if the show was only a few cities away from your town. and car rides with him was something you always loved. he always let you pick the music, he never bothered you if you wanted to sleep and if you were feeling chatting he would always talk to you.
everything seemed so friendly except his body language was betraying him.
the way his hand would lay on your thigh. or the way he would move your hair away from your face if you were sleeping.
he was attracted to you and if he could he would bend you over his car anytime you were together. he knew he had to control this side of him because he didn’t want to lose you.
but as the days and weeks passed, the compliments became a little bit stronger.
from “that dress looks good on you” to “that dress makes me wanna tear it apart and have you naked underneath my body”. from “i can help you with some wrestling moves” to “i can show you some wrestling moves in my bed”.
damian knew he was testing the water but he loved every single moment of it.
and he knew the game was about to began when he saw you entering the gym.
it was late at night and the gym was practically empty except for a few locals.
“hey…good evening or more like, good night” you waved at him when you saw him.
“it would be a good night if you come home with me” he teased and that simple sentence made you weak in the knees.
“dam…”
“what? i could show you some moves that you don’t see me doing here at the gym” he moved closer to you so now you were face to face. he loved teasing you and you knew it.
“oh shut up” you playfully hit him “let’s train cause we have an important match to do”
“we could do that in my bed…”
“damian!” you almost shouted “get your ass here and help me with those weights”
he moved quickly and helped you with the different weights while he was fixing his shoes. he was on his knees with you standing in front of him “i would get on my knees for you every single day you know…” he whispered looking directly into your eyes.
you felt hot.
you were hot.
“dams…get up”
“no seriously…the view down here is spectacular…i wonder how would you look like this but riding my face…” he got closer to you body. you were lucky the only people in the gym were in a different room, leaving you and damian alone.
“damian…would you help me train or not?”
“would you ride my face afterwards?” he asked shamelessly.
“maybe…” you teased back, taking him by surprise he wasn’t used to this side of you.
“and would you let me bend you over on my kitchen table?” he said slowly coming back face to face with you “and would you let me wrap my hands around your throat?” he held eye contact, knowing that you would have looked away “and would you let me make you cum all night long?” he was taken aback when you held eye contact back “and would you let make you mine?”
you were feeling all shaky but you couldn’t show it. you were completely wet as damian was completely hard and you knew you wouldn’t be able to train now.
“damian…what has gotten into you?” you whispered.
“you have no idea for how long i’ve been wanting to see this pretty pussy…” he slowly wrapped his hands around your waist. it looked like he was giving you a simple hug but you were feeling his dick pressed between your thighs “i want to taste you and make you cum on my lips and then on my fingers and then on my cock…i wanna see you on all fours for me, your ass up in the air while you’re taking me…i wanna leave your body covered in bites and marks…i wanna let everybody know that you are mine…and i wanna see you choke on my dick while i’m praising you for being a good girl…i wanna see you crying from pleasure and being so cockdrunk that you can’t even think straight…i want you to be a mess for me…and then i wanna take care of you, hold you, make you feel safe and protected, clean you up and shower you with love because that’s what you deserve…and i’m willing to do that if you let me” he whispered into your ear while you were trying your best to not whimper anytime he said something horny.
“fuck…what are you waiting for?” you whispered back and that was enough for him to drag you out of the gym and back to his place.
he was ready to have you at his mercy and you couldn’t wait for it to happen.
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punksdoll · 5 months
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Rhea & Fem!Reader have a match for the title & Rhea has a plan to throw off the Reader's game. Rhea chooses Priest to woo the reader & gain their trust, it works but Priest has develop feelings during this ruse. Rhea's plan is a success & retains the title. The reader is visibly upset & Priest while celebrating with Judgement Day is heartbroken.
~~~𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕~~~
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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅…𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅.
𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒚…𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕🥲. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒅<𝟑𝟑𝟑
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒔, 𝒕𝒔𝒌 𝒕𝒔𝒌 𝒖𝒉𝒏𝒕 𝒖𝒉𝒏𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏, 𝒀/𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕
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“HOLY SHIT?!” Michael Cole exclaims as everyone watches with shock written all across their faces as they witnessed Damian Priest drag Rhea Ripley out of the ring when she pinned Y/n, ruining her chances at winning.
Rhea looks at him with wide eyes as she shoves him, “What the hell do you think your doing, huh?!” She exclaims to him.
To the audience around them, it was a total shock. They would have never expected Damian Priest, off all the members, to be the one to backstab his own team in the back. Y/n was even shocked herself seeing as Damian was the one to cost her, her match back at Wrestlemania where she lost her title.
To the group? This is exactly what they wanted. This was the plan.
“We need to do something…something that can throw her and everyone else off. Make her believe that she has the upper hand in our rivalry…” Rhea says as she and her team members all huddle up in their locker room.
“What’s cooking in that mind of yours mami?” Dominik asks as he lays his head on her lap, tracing her championship belt.
Rhea trails her eyes to each one of her boys. She starts with Dominik. It’d be such a big shock to everyone in the arena and to y/n as well but what’s hers is her and she does not want to take a step in that route. She trails her eyes off to Finn. It could work but him and y/n never interacted, it’d be too suspicious. Her eyes skipped over JD and landed right on Damian who’s already looking at her.
“You…” Rhea points at Damian with a smirk, “tonight I have a regular match with her, I want you to ruin my chances at winning, enough where she thinks you’re on her side in this rivalry of ours. Gain her trust and make her fall in love with you or something.”
“Any reason why Damian should do it?” JD finds himself asking and immediately shrinks back when Damian gives him a hard stare. “Never mind…”
Damian stares Rhea down and the crowd waits. Waits for something to happen as they have a stare off. Y/n is stuck in her place as she watches, debating what to do. Her head turns towards the referee who starts counting down on Rhea.
“Don’t ever do that again, you hear me Damian?” Rhea jabs her finger against his chest before getting inside the ring, distracted. She kept shouting at Damian, trying to get the lost in this match.
Y/n takes it as her chance and runs up on Rhea, ending her with her finisher. She positions herself away from The Judgment Day and stares Damian down as she pins Rhea, catching the win.
•••
“I still can’t believe it…” y/n shook her head in disbelief, “he really backstabbed his own team in the back…out of everyone. I did not expect him of all.”
Liv Morgan shakes her head, “I just know she’s pissed, so so pissed.”
Y/n scoffs and nods, “did you see her face? of course she was.”
“What do you think will happen now after that?” Liv asks her and y/n frowns but before she could open her mouth, a deep voice stops her.
“Hey…”
Both woman’s head snap over to see their topic, standing in front of them.
Liv gives him a once over before walking away to let her friend handle it. Y/n gaze follows her before she removes it and lands it on Damian who is already staring at her.
“What’s the hunch?” Y/n asks, “why’d you do that for?”
Damian gives a deep sigh and shrugs, “I was sick of it. Sick of Rhea thinking that she can just run JD when she wasn’t even the first one to be a part of it.”
Y/n narrows her eyes and stares at him. She was trying to see any hint or indication that he might be lying but to no avail.
“So what now?” She finds herself asking.
“Let me help you…I know how Rhea plays. I know how she works. I know the games she likes to play. I can get you to get your title back.” Damian nods as he straightens himself up and stares at her.
Y/n raises an eyebrow and shakes her head, “why would i accept that?”
Damian tilts his head and ponders for a moment, “as an apology for making you lose your title.”
Y/n eyebrows raise in shock before shaking her head, “i don’t trust you…how do i know you won’t fuck up?”
Damian smirks and angles himself to her level, “guess you have to trust me.”
With that said, Damian turned around and walked away. Feeling eyes staring back at him.
•••
“You need to catch her by surprise, don’t start like that.”
Y/n rolls her eyes as she stands up. “How is this supposed to help me win back my title?”
It was just as surprising to Damian just as it was to Y/n when she had taken his offer. He expected more of a fight from her. More of trying to get her to trust him but it was easier said than done. Almost. It was a step to getting her trust, he knew that much. So did Rhea. All that was running through y/n’s mind when she took the offer was the thought of getting her title back. If that meant having to have help from the one who costed her, then so dam be it.
“I’m showing you how Rhea plays,” Damian gets out the ring and opens up his water bottle, “you need to try your own ways on blocking them and doing something better to get rid of them, you know?”
Y/n watches as he drinks his water, watching the way his adams apple bobbles.
Is that even what it’s called?
Y/n shrugs before paying back attention, “what if she changes her tactics, what then?”
Damian swallows his water and sets his bottle down before climbing back into the ring and walks over to her. “That’s why we’re going to practice every single thing I know about her.”
Y/n raises an eyebrow and tilts her head at him, “how can I trust that?”
Damian mocks her and tilts his head to the opposite side that hers is on and raises an eyebrow, “your trusting me right now, what’s the difference?”
Y/n narrows her eyes and straightens herself back and stares at him, “I’m not trusting you. I’m seeing you…”
Damian chuckles and straightens his head back, “you’ve been seeing me for three days now, at this point it’d be expected to have a little bit of trust in me.”
Y/n stares at him before looking away and making her way out the ring, “and it’s going to stay that way til’ I get my dam title back.” She walks away.
She always does. Damian noticed that every time he mentions something about trust, she always avoids it and walks away.
Damian watches her walk away, watching the way her hips unintentionally sway with each step she takes. He couldn’t help himself. “Is that how they move during those nights?” He called.
Y/n stops walking and looks back at him with a frown, confusion littered across her face. “What are you talking about…”
Damian smirks and looks her over, “nada.”
Y/n narrows her eyes before turning back around and walking out of the practice center.
“If that’s your way of wooing, then you suck.” Damian hears the familiar australian accent of his best friend and looks over to see Rhea leaning against the ropes of the ring, looking up at him.
Damian raises an eyebrow and walks over, crouching over to her level. “Try flirting with her then, i’d like to see how that goes.”
Rhea snorts and shakes her head, “what’s the progress?”

Damian shakes his head, “I’m teaching get your usual work when you fight but other than that, same old same old. I start talking about something other than this “mission” if you will, and she leaves. Most specifically, trust.”
Rhea gives an exasperated sigh, “Don’t mention anything about trust. Just let what happens, happens.” She says as she slides into the ring, making Damian stand to his full height and looks at her, “in the meantime, show me what you showed her.”
Damian chuckles and with that, they both get into practice with each other.
•••
He had taken her advice. Every time Damian would be around y/n showing her each and every move that he knows Rhea does, he steers clear from mentioning anything other than what they are doing.
At first, y/n had felt it was awkward for her. She never stayed too long with him at all. She’d always wait for him to start talking about something and she takes that as her cue to leave but now that he never does, it’s weird. Soon though, she got used to it. She got used to his presence and his talks of what to do and what not to do and soon enough, she’s the one who starts the conversations.
It’s been going on for a while. Their meetups in the practice center turned into meetups outside of the practice center.
To Y/n, she would update Liv about it all everyday. Even going as far to tell her that she could potentially trust him but that’s only for Liv’s ears.
As for Damian, he would update Rhea behind y/n’s back. Those updates though went from regularly to barely. In the midst of them hanging out, outside of work, Damian found himself enjoying her company. Enjoying the talks they had that didn’t involve Rhea. Enjoyed the hang outs that was just them two and no one else. Enjoying it enough to start to feel bad about this thing going on. He even talked to Finn about it.
“I don’t know man, i just…it doesn’t feel right to continue to play in her face like this.” Damian sighs as he leans back on the hotel couch with Finn next to him.
“Don’t tell me you’re startin’ to feel bad mate?” Finn raises an eyebrow at him.
“That’s exactly what i am telling you,” Damian takes a swig of his beer in hand.
Finn looks at him and Damian gives him a clear uncomfortable expression. “You like her don’t you?”
Damian didn’t dare to answer that day. He didn’t know it then but now…as he quite literally stares down the girl that ,he could potentially have something with only to ruin it, get ready? He thinks he probably does…
“How do I look?” Y/n turns around towards Damian with such a breathtaking smile that he has to hold back the compliment and give her a tight lipped smile.
“Good as per usual.” Damian nods.
Y/n gives him a disgusted look, “Good? Cariño, I need beautiful or something, i’m changing.”
Damian watches y/n grab another set of ring attire to go ahead and change for the fourth time today. All because he said good.
Damian stands up and immediately stops her, “no no no,” he shakes his head, “you look like everyone’s new championship. How ‘bout that?” He raises an eyebrow.
Y/n tilts her head, “could be better but I guess i’ll take it.” She gives him a sheepish smile before setting the gear in her hand, back down.
“You ready for tonight?” Damian finds himself asking as he slowly sits back down, watching y/n add some finishing touches to her makeup.
“Absolutely. With the amount of training we’ve been doing, I feel more than ready.” Y/n hums, “are you?”
Damian raises an eyebrow and stares at her from the mirror she’s staring at herself in. Was he? No. But he wouldn’t tell her that.
“For you to win that title back? Absolutely…” He trails off with a slow nod and a small smile that makes y/n beam at him.
There’s a moment of silence. During that silence, y/n and Damian are staring at each other through the mirror. Simply staring.
“Damian?” Y/n says quietly as she straightens herself back up to her height. Damian hums and watches as she suddenly grows nervous, “Thank you…for everything you’ve been doing for me for these past couple of weeks. It means a lot to me, truly.”
Damian takes in a shaky breath as he suddenly feels his chest tighten and the guilt crawl its way up to his heart. If he thought the guilt was strong before, then he was in for a rude awakening.
“And maybe after I win…” she continues on as someone walks in her locker room and gives her the time that she has before leaving, “we can go get something to eat? just me and you. celebrate together. all on me as a thank you…”
Damian closes his eyes and feels himself wanting to actually shed tears. This guilt was slowly growing bigger and bigger by the minute at each word she says. So clueless…
“Yeah…I’d love that.” Damian finds himself answering as he opens his eyes and sees her turned towards him with a smile. “Why don’t you go prepare for your entrance, i’ll be watching from the back.”
Y/n gives him a smile and leans down to give his cheek a kiss, lingering on longer then usual before quickly pulling away and strolling out and away.
Barely 2 minutes before she left does Rhea come barging in with the rest of the JD. “It’s all set yeah? Remember the plan?”
Damian stares at Rhea and slowly nods, his eyes trailing over to Finn who is already looking at him with sympathy before he looks back at Rhea.
“Yeah…I remember.”
•••
“OH WHAT THE HELL?!” Michael Cole exclaims as everyone watches with shock at witnessing Damian Priest dragging Y/n out of the ring by her legs.
Y/n whiplashes herself when she turns around and sees Damian standing in front of her with a hard face on. “What the hell are you doing? I had the pin, I was going to win.” She frowns.
Damian looks at her and slowly shakes his head, “that’s mami’s title.”
Y/n’s face drops as she stares at Damian. She doesn’t have any time to think because as soon as she hears the referee almost get to ten, she’s rushing back in the ring and is positioned into a riptide.
Rhea retains…
Y/n simply lays there as she stares up at the ceiling of the arena. It all suddenly makes sense to her now. All of the meetups in the practice center and even the hangouts outside of it, they were all a ploy. A ploy for Damian to get her to trust him enough to be blinded by the fact that he was just going to backstab her in the back.
Damian catches Rhea as she throws herself at him with a victorious laugh, holding up her championship belt. If you would have told Damian weeks ago that he’d be falling for someone that he was using, he would have laughed in your face. But now? Oh how he wishes he wasn’t the one that was chosen to do all of this.
“We did it playboy!” Rhea laughs as she gets down from him, “let’s go celebrate.”
Y/n slowly sits herself up and makes eye contact with Damian who is slowly walking away from her.
Guilt in his eyes.
Hurt in hers.
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chelseypprimrose · 2 months
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i found the vid, he’s so cunty 😙🤭
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yungstarr00 · 14 days
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I do not mean to be disrespectful….but JESUS CHRIST, DAMIAN
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mrsarcherofinfamy · 5 months
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"I love you." "Tell me that when you are sober."
●Damian Priest x Reader●
Summary: You get a call about Damian being drunk and only wanting you. You go to pick him up and he confesses his feelings to you. What will happen in the morning?
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Laying in my hotel room bed, I am watching TV and plugging my phone into the charger. I look at the time, seeing it is 11 pm, almost midnight. I yawn, turn the light off, and pull the blanket over myself, laying my head down on the pillow. I slowly start to fall asleep, but my phone starts buzzing on the nightstand. I grab it, seeing a random number is calling me. I hit the red button, set my phone back down, and pulled the blanket over myself again. About two seconds later, my phone starts buzzing again. I sigh, grab my phone, and see the same number again. I hit the red button again and set my phone down. My phone starts buzzing again, and I sigh, sitting up in bed. I grab my phone and answer it, hearing a bunch of noise sounding like someone at the bar or club.
"Hello? Who is this and why do you keep calling me?"
"Umm hey Y/N. It's Dom."
"Mysterio?"
"Yeah it's me."
"Oh. What's up? Is everything okay?"
"Well.... not really. Ummm.... Damian is really drunk right now.... and he...... woah Dame. Calm down."
"Dom. What's going on?"
"Damian is really drunk and screaming that he wants you to come get him. He said he won't move until you are here to get him."
"Me? Why me?"
"Ummmm.... okay I'll tell ya. He has a huge crush on you. But he is to scared to say anything. Now please just come get him. We are at the bar right down the road from the hotel."
"Okay. Give me a few minutes to get changed and I will be there."
"I'll let him know."
Dom hangs up and I sigh getting up, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a cropped black t-shirt. I let my hair down and put my glasses on. I slide on my sneakers and grab my keys and phone. I head out of my hotel room and out to the parking lot. I unlock my car, get in and head towards the bar.
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*at the bar*
I pull into the parking lot, in a parking spot close to the door. I pull my phone out of my pocket and call Dom.
"Hey Y/N! Are you here?"
"Yup. Outside. Near the entrance."
"Okay. Let me grab him and I'll walk him out."
He hangs up and I put my phone back in my pocket watching the door. About 10 minutes goes by, I finally see them walking out the front door. Dom is trying to help Damian walk and I giggle watching them. I get out of my car and walk to the front of the car waving at them. Damian gasps, tries to run over to me but, Dom grabs his arm making sure he doesn't. Damian rips his arm out of Dom's grasp and walks over to me.
"Y/N!"
He grabs me into a hug and I hug him back, wrapping my arms around his waist laying my head on his chest giggling.
"Hey Priest!"
I let go of him but, Damian keeps holding onto me. Dom grabs his arm pulling him off of me. I walk over opening the door for him. Dom helps Damian get into the car as I walk over to the driver's side getting in. Dom puts his seat belt on than closes the door. I turn on the car and put the window down.
"Thanks for picking him up Y/N."
"Of course Dom. Have a good night."
I close the window, wave at Dom than start heading back to the hotel. Damian leans over and puts his head on my shoulder. I smile a little trying to focus on the road.
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*at the hotel*
I park the car and look over at Damian who is laying against the seat looking at me.
"Let's get you inside Dame."
I get out of the car and he tries to get out but, falls onto the ground. I walk over, see him on the ground and sigh shaking my head. He looks up at me and I put out my hand. He grabs it and pulls himself up still kinda stumbling. I put his arm around my neck and put my arm around his waist helping him inside and to the elevator. We go up to his floor and to his hotel room. I grab his wallet out of his pocket, grab his room key and open his hotel room door. I help him inside and walk him over to his bed. I help him sit down and I kneel down untying his boots. I take them off and walk over setting them near the door. I turn around and see him taking his shirt off but, he is having a hard time.
"Let me help you."
I walk over, grab the bottom of his shirt and lift it up over his head. He looks up at me with his mouth hanging open a little. I fold up his shirt, set it ontop of the dresser and turn back looking at him.
"You okay?"
"I love you."
I giggle, look down at the floor than back at him.
"Tell me that when you are sober."
He keeps staring at me and I slightly smile at him.
"Do you want to take your pants off and get ready for bed?"
"Yesss."
He starts unbuttoning his pants and tries pulling them down. I grab them, pull them off of him, folding them and put them ontop of the dresser. He crawls up to the top of the bed and climbs under the covers. I go to the kitchen and grab him a water bottle. I come back and set his water on the nightstand than look over at him. He has his head on his pillow looking up at me.
"Do you need anything else before I go?"
"Could you just lay in bed until I fall asleep? Pretty please?"
I roll my eyes, shake my head and giggle.
"Fine."
I take off my shirt to be in my bra than take my sweatpants to be in the shorts I had on underneath. I grab one of Damian's purple wrestling shirts and put it on taking my bra off underneath. I fold my clothes, put them on the nightstand and turn looking at Damian pulling the blanket back so I can lay down. I lay down on the bed and pull the blanket over my body laying my head down on the pillow.
"You look good in my merch."
"Thanks Dame. Now go to sleep."
"Yes maam."
I roll to my side, back facing him, pulling the blanket up to my neck. He slowly slides his hand across my stomach than wraps his arm around my body pulling me into his chest. I sigh, getting comfortable and he squeezes his arm a little tighter around my waist. I feel him start to snuggle his head into the back of my neck and smile a little liking the feeling of this. I hear him start snoring lightly and I feel my eyes starting to get heavy.
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My eyes flutter open and I rub my eyes looking over at Damian still sleeping. I get up fixing my shorts and walk to the kitchen. I open the fridge seeing he has some bacon and eggs. I grab everything and put it on the counter. I start making breakfast not hearing Damian walk into the kitchen.
"Hey what are you doi...... Y/N?"
"I'm making you some breakfast."
"How did you get into my room?"
"Well mister."
I turn around crossing my arms looking at him.
"Dom called me last night saying you were basically screaming how you wanted me to come pick you up. And you wouldn't move until I came and got you."
"So you came and got me?"
"Obviously."
"And you stayed here the whole night?"
"Yes sir. You asked me to stay until you fell asleep. So I laid down with you but, you wrapped your arm around my waist and wouldn't let go."
He looks at me with his mouth dropped.
"That's not even the best part. You don't remember anything from last night?"
He shakes his head no with his jaw still dropped. I turn back around checking on the food. He comes over standing next to me.
"Well you were struggling to get your shirt off so, I helped you. I actually helped you take your boots and pants off too. Anyways, I folded your shirt and put it on the dresser than turned back around to help you and you....."
I look up at him in his eyes.
"You told me you love me."
His eyes go wide, look of concern on his face and I giggle at him.
"I did not."
"You did."
"What did you say?"
"Tell me that when you are sober."
He blushes and looks down away from me. I giggle and finish up making breakfast. I put the eggs and bacon on plates and set them on the table. Damian grabs some forks and sits down at the table. I sit down looking over at him.
"Dom also told me everything last night too."
"Oh that little weasel. What did he say?"
"That you have a huge crush on me and are to scared to do anything about it."
"Oh he is so gonna get it when I see him."
I giggle looking over at him.
"So it's true?"
He blushes, looks down taking a bite than looks back at me.
"Yes... its true. You just make me so nervous."
"Me?"
"Yes. You are just so confident and beautiful and independent and powerful and......"
I smile blushing looking down. He clears his throat making me look up at him.
"Sorry for rambling on."
"Damian. I may be all those things that you said. But there is one thing I would love to be."
"What's that?"
"Your girlfriend."
"Really?"
He has a shocked look on his face and I giggle at him.
"I'm better at keeping my crush on you a secret."
"Haha very funny."
He grabs my hand and kisses it.
"Y/N. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes Dame. I will."
He gets up, grabs my face and kisses me hard making me stand up wrapping my arms around his neck. We hear a knock at the door and break apart looking at each other. He walks over to the door and I start cleaning up from breakfast. I hear him start talking to someone and they sound like they are getting closer.
"Y/N?!"
I turn around seeing Dom, Finn and JD walking into the kitchen. I wave at them laughing at their shocked faces.
"Hey guys."
"What are you doing here Y/N?"
"Excuse me Dom but you called me to come get Damian last night. What do you think I'm doing here?"
"Shit. I did?"
"Yeah you shit head."
Damian walks up and smacks him in the back of the head. Dom grabs his head looking at me and Damian who is now standing next to me.
"Yo, what was that for?"
"Telling Y/N that I have a huge crush on her and I'm to scared to do anything about it."
"Well you are. All three of us know you are."
I look over at Finn. Damian shakes his head laughing at them.
"Well he wasn't to scared last night to tell me how he felt."
"He was drunk."
"So were you Dom."
"Shut up."
"Anyways, he wasn't scared last night or this morning."
"So are you two together?"
I look over at JD who is kinda eager to know the answer.
"Yes we are."
JD looks down at the floor kinda looking upset. Finn and Dom start cheering.
"Finally! Maybe he will shut the fuck up about you now."
"Yeah. We won't have to hear about his crush on you anymore."
"Oh you two are dead."
He starts chasing Finn and Dom out of the hotel room. I walk up to JD and put my hand on his shoulder.
"Hey. Don't be upset. I have some friends I could set you up with."
"You would do that?"
"Of course. Now let's go help Finn and Dom."
We run out of the hotel room after them trying to stop Damian.
THE END!!
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igncrxntripley · 3 months
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their secret weapon pt. 14
synopsis: y/n's reunited with her loves, and they all begin to see just how much of a toll being away from them has taken on her.
author's note: grab your tissues and get the hell ready for this roller coaster
mentions: poly!judgment day, fem!reader, mentions of regular wrestling violence, some illusion to feelings of anxiety and depression, overall SFW
tags: @thesithdiaries @cassiesgreta​ @roseheartsworld @theworldofotps​ @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites @obl1vionblackhart​ @emogoblin-666​ @hereliespumpkin​ @embertargaryen​ @neptune-lover​ @bunnysmyname @i-have-issues-lol​ @ares-athena​ @thatonepansexual2000​ @witcherfromwallachia​ @infamousvampcx​ @christinabae @kagome2909
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"oh my god..." rhea had never reacted so fast to a text message. she was in bed, pajamas and all, ready to finally get some sleep after a hectic travel schedule and not having y/n home. but reading her phone for the last time before she planned to shut her eyes for the night had the eradicator jumping out of bed.
the rest of the group was scattered throughout the bedroom area; finn still deep in thought in the shower, dom fast asleep in bed already, and damian trying to make his side of the bed as comfortable as possible before hoping to be just as fast asleep as dominik. rhea getting out of bed and hurrying to slide someone's hoodie over her head was enough to wake dominik from his deep slumber, the young lucha rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "is there a fire?" he mumbled.
damian was just as confused. "rhea? babe, what's wrong?" he asked, watching the aussie hurry out of the bedroom and following closely behind. "rhea!"
"no no no no..." she was mumbling, panicking at the thought of what could have been on the other side of their front door. of course rhea wanted y/n home, they all did. but she also feared this was some sick joke. a nightmare she wasn't able to wake up from and she'd be forced to sit through the whole thing. the rain was drowning out the sound of damian's footprints rushing behind her, and a small crack of thunder sounded as she opened the door.
there stood y/n. soaking wet from the rain, shaking and trembling like a leaf, and the sight of rhea alone caused a sob to leave her lips. "m-mamí..."
"oh honey, shh," rhea tugged y/n into her arms and brought her inside the house. "i've got you, it's okay. you're home."
those words didn't feel real...none of this felt real to y/n. she'd spent the last month being ostracized from the people she loved as a form of payback. she was used as canon fodder against the judgment day, simply because she chose her own path and not what edge wanted for her. enough fear had been instilled in her that she didn't just go back home to her little family, and now that she was finally back in the safe embrace of the eradicator herself? that fear was even more rampant in her veins.
y/n was wriggling in rhea's arms, shivering and her teeth trembling as she tried to get warm. her entire body was drenched from the rain. even the warmth of rhea's body wasn't enough to make the shivering stop, and rhea realized that very quickly. "damian, dom, towels please?" she looked up at the top of the stairs, where dominik's mouth had practically dropped open with shock. "did i stutter? towels, dominik! dry clothes, blankets, anything!"
dominik snapped out of whatever trance he was in and ran into the bathroom for towels. finn was still showering, and upon hearing all of the commotion entering the steam-filled room where he was trying to process all of his emotions, he poked his head out from behind the curtain. "jeez, dom." he groaned. "it's late, what are you doing?"
the panic was written all over dom's face. "y/n..." he said, grabbing a stack of towels from a cabinet. "she's here. she came back in the rain." without another word, he left an astonished finn in the bathroom and rushed back to where rhea was holding a terrified y/n.
"i-i...i couldn't...rhea, it..." y/n could barely formulate words from how hard she was sobbing. it was hard to even distinguish what was tears and what was raindrops on her face.
rhea shook her head gently and wrapped y/n in a towel, then a blanket. "don't talk, y/n." she said softly, immediately pulling her close again to try and calm her down. "just take deep breaths for me, okay? come on, you're safe here. we've all got you."
damian, who's just finished bringing the warmest blankets in the house to where rhea and y/n were sitting together, took one of the towels from dominik and began drying y/n's hair so it would stop dripping down her back. "shh, estas en casa ahora hermosa." he said softly.
meanwhile, finn was left in a daze from dominik's words. y/n was here? she came back? how did she manage to do that? isn't she going to get in trouble? how he didn't slip when getting out of the shower was a mystery, because he got out of there as fast as he could and got dressed before rushing downstairs. the sight in front of him was one that not only broke his heart, but fueled every bit of anger that had already been permeating in his body. seeing y/n, shivering and huddled in rhea's arms as she sobbed and mumbled absolute nonsense was every reason for him to unleash absolute hell on edge.
go to her, my prince. she needs you now more than ever.
"oh, lovey..." the irishman rushed to where his girls were sat, his arms open for y/n who immediately rushed into them with another sob. "baby, what are you doing here? you know what they told you."
"i don't care!" she cried harder, hiding in his neck. "they can't keep me out of my home! t-that i pay for a-and clean and have a key to!" finn wrapped the towels around her a little tighter and she leaned into his loving touch. "no one is in charge of me but me."
all four members of the judgment day, while saddened this feud with edge and beth had gotten to this point, had to admit that there was an aspect to their princess's anger that had them feeling proud of her. the y/n they originally recruited into the judgment day probably would have never stuck her metaphorical middle finger up to her bosses or mentors. but her being in this position had forced her to dig up that buried confidence and finally put it to use.
time had passed, with all five members of this reunited judgment day sitting in the living room trying to warm up and calm down y/n until she was no longer sobbing and shivering. she'd been reduced to silent tears and the slightest trembles in her shoulders, but nothing more. more than anything, y/n was exhausted and she wanted to sleep in her own bed. "can i please go take s shower?" she asked quietly from finn's shoulder.
the prince nodded in response, damian moving the blanket and wet towels from her body as she stood up from her tight ball on the floor. "i'll put your pajamas in the dryer so they're warm for you, love."
the two walked upstairs, one of finn's arms around y/n as they went into the bathroom together. he grabbed a spare towel for the dryer as well, and gave a gentle kiss to y/n's forehead. "what else do you need, angel?" he was expecting something simple as answer from y/n; maybe her water bottle to be filled and by their bedside, or something to eat, maybe even a request for a specific member of their little family to hold her that evening or to sleep in the middle. but her words instead held a much deeper meaning.
"revenge. i want revenge."
****
monday night raw. only three weeks away from wrestlemania, the grandest stage of them all, and the judgment day only had one thing on their minds; ending this feud with edge, once and for all. for everything he did to them. for all of the chaos he put their little family through. every one of them wanted a piece of the fight, but finn ultimately was the one who'd be in that ring with the hall of famer.
edge stood in the ring, facing four members of the group who stood at the top of the ramp. they stood strong, like a solid barrier against the negativity and hurt edge had put them through. "a few weeks ago, you challenged me to a match at wrestlemania, right?" he asked finn. "and since you're not man enough to come in here and face me, you want your match at wrestlemania? fine, you got it!'
finn was hyped; he was nodding, smiling at the other man while the other members were getting just as hyped alongside him. finn had been dying for this match. he issued this challenge weeks ago, and the desire to be in a ring alone with this man was only getting bigger and bigger. the cheers of the crowd around them wasn't helping anything either.
"hey, did you hear that, dom?" the prince asked. "rhea, did you hear that? finn's going to wrestlemania! you think the beating i gave you at extreme rules was bad-" the adrenaline was pumping through his veins, he was trying his best to get through this promo without letting his hype get the better of him.
"shut your mouth!" edge's words silenced him, the crowd reacting in the canadian's favor. "for the last year of my comeback, i've wasted it on all of you." by his choice, for the most part. "the year before that, i wrestled in front of a bunch of tv screens in the thunderdome. i don't have time for this. i'm running out of time."
the irony in his words could be felt by the judgment day on an entirely different level. he had so much to accomplish that he abandoned y/n, left her in the dust in favor of his own career that had lasted twenty-plus years. sure, he was running out of time. but running out of time so fast that he had to practically forget y/n ever needed him in the first place?
the anger was pulsing through finn's body. the others could sense it, and dom put a careful hand on finn's shoulder in hopes that he'd calm down. but he couldn't stop pacing and moving as he glared deep into edge's soul from the top of the ramp.
"so the way i see it, there's only one way that this can end." edge said, holding onto the top rope as the audience also picked up on where he was going. finn was watching him carefully, his top lip twitching in anger just at the sight of him. "at wrestlemania, edge versus finn bálor, inside hell in a cell."
the audience reacted exactly how one would expect; finn stood stoic in his spot, edge was shaking with anger and adrenaline. the cheers from the crowd only fueled the two men and their respective anger.
finn was gripping his mic tight, his knuckles starting to whiten. "edge, i've been to hell before." he stated. "it spit me out because hell couldn't handle my demons. i'll see you at wrestlemania, but until then..." he looked at the other three members of the group, but what edge didn't see was what stood behind him with her own weapon of choice.
there y/n stood, coming up from her hiding spot under the ring with her own adrenaline rush. no one wanted this revenge on her mentor more than she did. no one wanted a front row seat more than her. this would be her first taste of that, as she swing her arms back and the kendo stick in her hands struck the back of the hall of famer. she hated to admit it, but there was a sense of pride as he fell to the mat and her partners began to unleash their own hell on him. y/n hit edge not once, not twice, but three times; and the yelps of pain that emanated from him sent chills down her spine.
even as the rest of the ring burst into chaos, other superstars coming out to edge's defense, she stood in front of him with her breath ragged and her palms sweating. "you're going to wish you never asked to meet the prince in the gates of hell." he'd never heard that growl to her voice or seen that ravenous look in her eyes. this was a new y/n, one that was sticking it to the people who'd caused her more pain than she'd been able to manage in her small body.
"get ready to meet the demon you created, pops."
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yourwwegirl · 3 months
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WHAT ARE YOU TELLING US SIR?
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bibibi-tchx · 2 days
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BRING THEM HOME TO ME I BEG
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damiansgoodgirll · 4 months
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drabble of damian going down on reader and never stopping not even when her legs are shaking bad bad
and here we are😌
damian priest x reader
‼️smut so stay away kids ‼️
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shake it off
his left hand was pinning your stomach down to the bed while his other hand was keeping your legs open.
all you did to find yourself in that position was saying to damian how tired from work you were and that you needed a hot shower to relieve some stress.
of course he wanted you to feel relaxed but he wasn’t so sure about the shower part.
so now you were overstimulated, crying from pleasure in damian’s bedroom.
“give me another one please…” he whispered against your pussy “you taste so good mi vida”
you would have said yes if it wasn’t for the fact that you already came two times in the last twenty minutes.
“dam please…” you begged him but you weren’t so sure about why you were begging him for.
“is that a si mi amor?” he asked, making sure that you were okay with that.
“fuck yes…” you didn’t care that your legs were shaking, you didn’t care that you were heavily breathing and that you were overstimulated. his tongue between your legs was enough to make you forget about the rest.
his hands struggled a little to make you stay calm but somehow he managed to it.
this time he was taking his time with you. he went from kissing your thighs to gently licking your clit, the mischievous smile he had on his face was gone and his eyes were looking at you with such tender you felt like you were melting.
“eres muy preciosa…” he whispered against your completely destroyed pussy “te amo mi amor” his words were making you shiver.
you loved his rough side but you loved his lover side even more. it reminded you how of a beautiful soul he was and you couldn’t be more grateful to have him by your side.
“you like this uh?” he asked, already knowing the answer when his lips went back to your clit and his finger moved slowly into you. your legs were shaking so bad that he had to throw them over his shoulders otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to finish his mission.
“dam please…” you were a completely mess.
“shh…i know baby, i know…just let it happen” he slowly whispered. he added a second finger inside of you and that was enough to make you cum, again.
but he didn’t stop.
“damian please…it’s too much - fuck” you said squeezing his fingers so hard he almost came in his pants.
“let me clean you and then you’ll be free…you taste heavenly i can’t get enough…” he kept licking your pussy, tasting her like it was a delicious piece of cake.
it took him a few minutes to clean the mess he made between your legs and when he looked into your eyes he swore he just saw an angel. even with your make up all ruined and tears falling from your eyes, to him, you were the most beautiful human on earth.
“thank you…” you breathlessly whispered.
“anytime…” he said, knowing that it was a promise.
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punksdoll · 6 months
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hey, im the damian anon💓
Can you write Damian x reader with enemies to lovers where they are forced to team together for the mixed tag team tournament and they win it all and when they get backstage he takes her to his locker room and kisses her
~~~𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆~~~
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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚.
𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒃𝒉…𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆😁. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅𝒅<𝟑𝟑𝟑
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔😏, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ✨𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆✨ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒄 𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆😞, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇
translations: Hola cariño: hello love/sweetheart/honey/etc etc. pero coño, mira ver: but dam, watch yourself. Claro que sí: of course. Chupa me: suck me (my dick without actually saying my dick.). Salte: get out/move. culo: ass. Mira pinche cabron: look fucking (any swear word tbh but I use it for asshole.) Siéntate: sit down. Lunes: Monday. No hice nada: I didn’t do anything. Exactamente: exactly. Tenemos una problema: we have a problem. Noches: Night. ¿estas bien?: are you good/ok? Que linda: how pretty/so pretty. hacemos la finisher tuyo: let’s do your finisher. Nos ganamos: we won. Mira Mamaguevo: oh my god cocksucker or ay cocksucker. Cálmate cálmate. No voy ningún lado: Calm down, calm down. I’m not going nowhere.
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“You will be competing in the mixed tag team tournament.” Adam tells y/n as soon as she sits down on one of the chairs in front of his desk.
Y/n looks at him with a raised eyebrow, “since when was that a thing?”
“Since today, since now. I want you to be in it.” Adam says.
“Am I going to be able to pick my partner?” Y/n tilts her head to the side.
“You’ll be finding out who it is right now.” Adam smirks, “go get ready, you have a match right now with them.”
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Y/n walks down the ramp with a smirk as she makes eye contact Bianca Belair and Motez who are watching her. She had no clue who her partner was which made this whole thing all the more excited. Their match was the first match of this tournament and the first reveal of her match. She had options of course of who she wanted it to be.
Braun Strowman, he’s a big strong guy.
Cody Rhodes, he’s hot.
Drew Mcintyre, so hot and mean.
Seth Rollins would seem nice but he’s most likely with Beck
Y/n gets in the ring and gives Bianca and Montez a nod as mutual respect as the show goes on commercial break.
“You know who you have?” Bianca asks as they switch corners.
“Not a single clue…” Y/n shakes her head, “I’m hoping for Braun maybe, Cody, and Drew. Maybe even Seth but he’s probs with Beck.” Y/n shrugs.
“Who don’t you want?” Montez asks as he sits on top of the top rope.
“Damian.” Y/n spat.
Bianca and Montez both chuckle as they move over to their corner once the show is back. Everyone stares at the ramp as they wait for y/n partner.
The lights go purple and suddenly “The Other Side,” starts playing. Y/n narrows her eyes as she watches who will come out. She knew it had to be either Finn or Dominik because she had made it very clear to Adam that she did not want Damian.
“before I go and get ready,” y/n clears her throat as she stands up, “Do not make Damian my partner.”
Adam stares at her and smirks, “and if i do?”
“Your views won’t stay up for long.”
Y/n watches and her face drops as Damian appears and immediately she looks at the referee and shakes her head. “I am NOT doing the match with that thing.”
Referee raises his hands up, “you’ll be disqualified from the tournament.”
Y/n’s jaw drops as she looks at the ref then back at Damian who has a smirk plastered on his face as he stares at her. “asshole…”
Damian gets inside the ring and holds up his Señor Money in the bank before turning towards y/n with a smirk. “Hola cariño.” He smirks and immediately y/n runs at him.
“Y/n is attacking her partner!” Michael Cole laughs as they watch y/n slaps Damian’s arm multiple times.
Damian looks down at her, amused as she pushes and slaps his arm. “You. Aren’t. My. Part. NER.” She sends a punch on his arm, “YOU AREN’T MY PARTNER!”
“Clearly I am. Now move your ass out the ring.” He lifts her up and puts her over the rope, outside the ring before handing over his briefcase to the ref.
Y/n scowls as she stares at the back of his head, “i hate you.”
“The feelings mutual.” Damian called over his shoulder before the bell rings and the match is on its roll.
•••
Throughout the match, y/n made it her mission to slap Damian every chance she got. Whether that be to tag herself on by tagging him unexpectedly on the back or tagging him in by slapping his chest. Did that really affect him? No. Did he enjoy seeing her get annoyed by his existence? Absolutely.
Damian absolutely loved the idea that was brought up to him with being y/n’s partner when he had overheard her convo with Adam. It would mean to be able to fuck with her every chance he got and to be around her everyday. He enjoyed knowing that his presence alone can make her go crazy and make him wish he was dead. He loved it. He loved her.
He always had and always will. He just approached it the wrong one which is why she hates his guts.
They’re in Nxt when they first met and at catering. Y/n was with Bianca as they sat at their own table with Montez and Angelo. Damian had been staring.
“Who’s she?” Damian looks over at Keith Lee who looks over and raises an eyebrow.
“Y/n Y/l/n.” Keith answers, “she’s from raw but is making an appearance today.”
“And I haven’t heard of her because…?”
“She’s been out due to an injury, she’s making her come back here.” Keith says.
Damian nods and gets up, “I’m gonna get some more food.”
In truth, Damian had seen her get up and was going to make it his mission to talk to her.
Y/n is putting food on her plate with Bianca by her side as they converse.
“Are you like debuting here?” Bianca asks, “we could really use some more views.”
Y/n shrugs, “I don’t know yet. They just wanna see me start anew ever since my injury.” She pops a crouton in her mouth from her plate before gathering some more.
“do you wanna go back to the main roster?” Bianca asks.
“Of course,” y/n nods and turns around only to bump into a chest and getting her food all over her.
Bianca gasps as she stares at y/n who watches her plate drop. Y/n is fuming. She is embarrassed. She can already feel the stares on her as she stares down at her plate that is upside down on the floor and the food that’s on her. She wanted to cry. She didn’t even want to look up at the person she bumped into, too focused on the fact that she did something so little that embarrasses herself immediately.
“pero coño, mira ver.” Y/n hears a deep gruff voice say as they back up a bit to see the messed that they cost.
Y/n looks up at the person narrows her eyes as she watches him stare at her as if it was her fault. “Are you blaming me or something?”
“Claro que sí.” Damian scoffs, “you’re the one who should have listened to your surroundings.”
Y/n narrows her eyes and stares at him before leaning down to grab her plate that was knocked out of her hand and throw it at him, “Chupa me.”
Damian will admit that the way he went about it was fucked. But he knew his people and he knew that they’d get over it, especially with his charm. Clearly that didn’t work and now he regret ever even doing such thing to her. After that day, it led to Damian taking it upon himself to make her time a living hell in Nxt and for y/n to try and hold back and not choke him.
She had left unfortunately. She had left Nxt to be back in her main roster, leaving Damian empty knowing he won’t be able to see her and continue on what he started. Until he got the message that he was moving up the main roster and he made a name for himself. Finding out that there was a mixed tag team tournament? Adds 10 bonus points to his success. Finding out y/n will be in there? 10 more.
Damian feels as slap on his shoulder making him chuckle and turns around to see Y/n getting into the ring and shoves him towards the ropes, barely budging. “Salte.” She demands.
Damian smirks and leans down towards her, “give me a kiss and i will.”
“get over yourself.” Y/n rolls her eyes before turning herself towards the match.
Damian chuckles as he gets out the ring and behind the ropes, watching y/n. “Your culo looks great in those shorts!” Damian smirks.
Y/n snaps her head at him with wide eyes and a flustered face, “excuse me?” she says.

Y/n was used to this treatment from Damian ever since he came into the main roster. It was always backstage, nothing more. Hearing it in front of people? It gave her a sense of warmth that she refused to acknowledge as she ignored his comments and continued fighting.
Y/n caught the win for them and immediately rolls out the ring, storming up the ramp as she makes her way backstage.
She was going to get her answer on why the hell Damian is her partner after saying not to have him.
•••
“Mira pinche cabron.” Is the first thing that comes out of y/n’s mouth as she enters Adam Pearce’s office, stopping in her tracks when she sees Damian.
Damian looks over at her with a smirk and pats the chair next to him, “Siéntate…”
“I thought I told you I didn’t want him as my partner.” Y/n glares at Adam who looks at her with a bored expression. “How did you even get here before me.” She stares at Damian who simply gives her a smirk.
“You need to learn how to work with him, that’s why I paired you both.” Adam shrugs, “Don’t like it? You’re disqualified from the tournament.”
Y/n’s jaw drops as she stares at Adam. The ref was most definitely right about that. “Are you kidding me…”
“Am I laughing?” Adam sasses.
Y/n’s eyes darken and she goes to jump at Adam only to get caught by Damian who lifts her up as she thrashes against his hold, “See you Lunes for our next match.” Damian winks before walking out the office and closing it, setting Y/n down as she stares at him with a glare.
“What did you do. What did you say. He never pairs me with someone I don’t like.” Y/n demands answers.
“No hice nada.” Damian shrugs.
He lied.
Damian walks into Adam Pearces office right after Y/n left with a smile. He wanted to make her smile in so many ways.
“Priest,” Adam raises an eyebrow and looks up at Damian over his glasses, “what can i do for you?”
“Partner me up with y/n.” Damian motions over to where Y/n had just left.
Adam shakes his head, “she just threatened to drop my views, absolutely not.”
“you do realize she’s bluffing right? She loves this place.” Damian scoffs.
“I believe her.” Adam dismisses.
“Did she leave when I got here when she told you she would if I did?” Damian smirks and Adam pauses as he stares at his papers, in thought. “Exactamente.” Damian chuckles, “put me with her.”
Adam sighs and nods, “Alright, but you’re explaining to her.”
Y/n looks him up and down before nodding slowly, “i’m going to make your life a living hell through all of this.”
Damian smirks, “you do know we’re also going to be sharing a hotel room, right?”
Y/n sucks in a breath, “helll noo.”
“helll yesss.”
•••
“Why why why why.” Y/n walks inside her and Damian’s hotel room, walking quickly over to the bed that she will be claiming only to stop and see one bed. “oh HELL no.”
Y/n twirls herself around and immediately bumps into Damian’s chest making her suck in a breath as he looks at the one bed then at Y/n. “You need to really start paying attention to your surroundings…” he chuckles.
“This cannot be happening right now.” Y/n mumbles as she looks back at the bed then at Damian before shoving him away, “move.”
Damian moves to the side and watches as she storms out of the hotel room, no doubt about to go to receptionist. He takes his time to look around and sees the couch. He walks over and checks, nodding once he realizes it can turn into a makeshift bed.
Meanwhile, y/n is storming towards the front desk and plasters a fake smile. “Hi. Me and the man i was with, our room has only one bed.”
The receptionist looks up and frowns, “were you guys not a couple?”
“fuc- no. no we are not.” Y/n smiles.
“Well let me check if there’s any other rooms with two beds then.” The receptionist goes digging and y/n waits in front of her impatiently. “I’m so sorry…but the only other one is with one bedroom.”
Y/n clenched her jaw before nodding slowly, “that’s fine, thanks.”
Y/n walks away and back to her and Damian’s floor. She walks into their hotel room and sees him walking out with a towel wrapped around his waist and his body dripping with water. Y/n can’t help but gawk as he stops when she enters.
“Dam…” Y/n mumbles as she not so subtly checks him out.
“Like what you see?” Damian smirks.
Y/n snaps her eyes up to his face, “no.” She says with her face flushed.
“You were checking me out,” he smirks as he walks over to the makeshift bed. He unwraps the towel from his waist and immediately y/n shouts, covering her eyes. “I’m wearing underwear.”

y/n peaks through her fingers and huffs as she drops her arms seeing him with underwear. “there is only one hotel room left but it’s with one bed. We’re stuck with this one.”
Damian shrugs, “that’s fine.”
Y/n looks at the makeshift bed then back at Damian, “i’m not sleeping on that.”
“I know.” He says as he puts on some pajama pants, “never said you would.”
Y/n frowns, “are you sleeping on that…?”
“Mhm,” Damian nods and y/n starts feeling bad.
She usually wouldn’t have given a dam if he did but knowing he’ll be sore the next day, she couldn’t help herself. So the words that came out were a shock to her.
“I’ll sleep there…you can sleep on the bed.” Y/n says.
Damian and her both stare at each other with complete shock. “Your joking?” Damian raises an eyebrow and when y/n just stares at him with wide eyes he knows she’s not. “oh you’re not…”
“I know…” Y/n looks at him warily.
“Nah, you can have to bed.” Damian waves her off as he gets on the makeshift bed and y/n nods slowly.
“ok…it’s still up for grabs if you want it. you can always put me on that one…”

Damian looks at her warily and nods slowly, “uh huh…”
Y/n nods before rushing towards the bathroom to take herself a shower, leaving Damian with a smile that broke onto his face. That request alone made him feel all giddy inside and he was actually considering the offer.
That night though, he went against it and stayed his ass right on the makeshift bed.
•••
The weeks of the tournament was hell for y/n. Every dam hotel room they got it was with one bed. Every match they had Damian just had to get on her nerves and make her want to backstab him during every match. Every comment that came out of his mouth would make her flustered and her stomach warm up, which she did not like.
So far they were the ones winning each and every match they were in. Getting closer to the top of the chain for raw to win the whole dam tournament. On smack down, AJ Styles and Mia Yim were the ones reaching the top for their roster.
It was clear that Adam had a lot of hope on them seeing as they’re the only ones that have been winning.
Y/n and Damian walk into their new hotel room and y/n lets out a loud groan as she sees one bed, again.
“Unafuckingbelievable.” Y/n huffs and Damian rolls his eyes.
“It’s not something we haven’t handled before, cariño.” Damian says as he walks over to the couch.
Y/n rolls her eyes and throws her suitcase on the bed as she unpacks her pajamas.
“Tenemos una problema…” Damian says as he stands up straight and turns towards her. “It ain’t a sofa bed.”
Y/n hearts drops to her stomach as she feels herself get flustered, staring between him and the bed. “Oh���” was all Y/n said.
Damian sighs and looks at her, “i’ll go see if there’s any other rooms.”
“or i can sleep on the sofa…” Y/n blurts out and Damian stops in his track as he stares at her with a raised eyebrow.
“If anyone should sleep on the sofa, it should be me.” Damian says, “you can have the bed.”
“You’ve been sleeping on the sofa ever since this started, let me sleep there.”
“No.”
“yes.”
“no.”
“yes.”
“no.”
“yes.”
“yes.”
“no.”
Damian smirks as y/n lets out a shout, “i meant yes damit.”
“i’m sure you did.” He chuckles as he sits down on the sofa. “Why not share it?”
Y/n snaps her eyes towards Damian who seems to be nonchalant by his question but really, his heart is beating and it’s almost beating out of his ass.
“What?” Y/n questions.
“Why not share it…seeming as we won’t take yes or no as an answer. Problem solved. Only if you want to though.”
“and if I say no?” Y/n asks with a frown.
“I’m still sleeping on the sofa.”
“We can share.”
•••
Y/n is laying down on the bed on her side as she listens to the hotel shower running. Her heart was pounding as it gets closer to Damian ending his shower and them sleeping with each other. She made herself take a shower first so she didn’t have to walk out and see him on the bed, knowing she’ll force herself in the sofa.
They never slept in the same bed together. It was always Damian sleeping on the sofa bed whenever they had this type of situation.
Y/n snaps her eyes over to the bathroom door when she hears the shower stop and hear the curtains move. Her heart was pounding faster if that was possible as she waits for that door to open.
Damian himself was not doing too well. He was but you know. He was just as nervous as she was. When he had told her that there was no sofa bed and suggested they’d sleep together, he did not expect her to say yes, of all things. He expected a “hell no,” or something close to a no that had a swear word combined with it.
Damian takes in a deep breath and opens the bathroom door and walks out the bathroom door, making eye contact with her as she lays on her side with her arms curled on the side of her head. Y/n watches him as he walks by the hotel bed and on the side that he claimed. She didn’t want to turn her head to stare at him but she did feel him dip the bed and slowly get in. Their backs facing each other.
“Night…” y/n whispers as she keeps herself away from him.
“Noches…”
•••
Y/n had been avoiding Damian. For multiple reasons that is(no she isn’t.) She thinks it is, but it isn’t. She just practiced reasons just in case he was to ask her why she’s been avoiding him. The actual reason was because of what happened that morning.
Y/n whines as she hears her alarm go off, indicating that it was fine for her ass to wake up for work today. Y/n slowly opens her eyes and frowns when she hears something thumping underneath her. She also felt something soft but hard against her. It was comfortable actually. She felt herself pressing her head into the thing underneath her and gripping her arms that was around something. She was too comfortable. She was slowly falling back asleep until she felt whatever was underneath her, move. That immediately made her eyes snap as she slowly takes a side glance over at what she was lying on. She seen a tattoo on the right chest she was laying on and she immediately flies up as she looks down at Damian who her arms caging his head as he slowly wakes up. Out of instinct, y/n rolls away and ends up falling off the bed with a thud.
Damian jolts awake as he looks around, to see y/n side empty and his chest cold as if something was lying on there. “y/n?”
“yeah…” y/n mumbled as she stays on the floor.
“¿estas bien?” Damian asks with his morning voice that has y/n closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath.
“mhm…” she hummed, “just…chillin.” she says as she slowly gets on her knees and starts crawling to the bathroom.
“ok…”
She didn’t even know if Damian knew that she had slept on him. That thought alone evaporated from her mind as she didn’t want to think about that. The embarrassment of knowing that he might know? She couldn’t handle that.
Y/n walks out her locker room with her gear on and ready to start the last match for the tournament. Her and Damian vs AJ Styles and Mia Yim.
“You’ve been avoiding me, cariño,” Y/n stiffens as she hears Damian’s voice as he walks over to her.
“No i’m not.” Y/n says as she starts walking with him trailing behind her.
“Yes you are.” Damian scoffs, “since this morning may I add.”
“why are you worried about that when you should be worried that the match we have is today? It’s to decide who wins the whole dam thing.” Y/n excuses as she gets them to the curtains. “Bye bye.”
•••
“Bye bye.” Damian watches as Y/n walks out backstage and towards the arena.
He knew what had happened. He had woken up in the middle of the night when he felt it.
Damian’s eyes snap open when he feels another weight on his body. He goes rigged as he feels arms wrap around his neck. He slowly looks down to see y/n’s head on his chest and her arms around his neck, cuddling against him.
“y/n…” he whispers gently. He tries removing her arm away from his neck but her grip only tightens. He didn’t mind, he really didn’t. But he knew how embarrassed she gets and if she woke up to cuddling him? Even more embarrassed for her.
Y/n whines in her sleep as she pulls herself as close as possible to Damian, refusing to let go in her sleep. He smiles a bit as he stares at her peaceful face.
“Que linda…”
Was he going to tell her? Possibly, possibly not. He was still debating.
“your on.” Someone tells Damian and he walks out to the arena.
•••
Damian and Y/n stares at each other as Mia and AJ are both in between them. Mia on y/n side and Aj on Damian’s side. They were trying to figure out where the hell to go from here. They had the upper hand, they just had to figure out how to use it.
“hacemos la finisher tuyo.” Y/n says and Damian raises an eyebrow before nodding and they both get right at it.
Y/n claps her hand in front of Mia’s face right as Damian did before setting her up for The Reckoning.
They both pin the duo down and win the match as the crowd goes crazy and the announcer announces them as the winner.
They ignore though. They’re too busy staring at each other with emotions coursing through their eyes as the ref helps them stand up and raise their hands.
“Nos ganamos,” Damian says as he walks over to y/n who nods slowly.
“yes we did…we won the whole dam thing.” Y/n swallows as she stares up at Damian with an unfamiliar feeling.
Damian snaps and throws her over his shoulder, making her scream as he gets out of the ring with her hung.
“MIRA MAMAGUEVO!” Y/n shouts as she thrashes in his arms while the crowd cheers for them.
Damian storms up the ramp and backstage, ignoring everyone that stares at them as he leads them to his locker room.
“put. me. down.” She smacks his back as he walks into his locker room and shuts the door. Y/n feels herself get set down and before she has the opportunity to open her mouth, it’s caught in a kiss.
Y/n automatically closes her eyes as she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down for more.

Damian smirks in the kiss as he wraps his own arms around her body, lifting her up a bit to meet him to his height.
It ended too quick for y/n as she chases after his lips when he pulls away, making him chuckle. “Cálmate cálmate. No voy ningún lado.” He smirks.
Y/n huffs and covers her face when she realizes how desperate she looked. “Why’d you kiss me…?”
“Give you your prize for getting us the win…” Damian says as he lifts her head up to look at him, “and to show you that i love you.”
Y/n feels a smile appear on her face at that. She’s accepting that what she was feeling was that. Love.
“And…i might love you too.”
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buckysdolls · 5 days
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Please Don't Be In Love With Somone Else
Damian Priest x You Oneshot
TW: Swearing, loss of a loved one
Summary: One gesture from Priest finally pushes you to make your move.
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“That bastard!” You huffed out quietly as you lifted your ring gear out of your bag. You didn’t know whether to scream or cry. You ex had left you one last parting gift. You’d been apart for eight months now but he finally finished collecting your stuff at the weekend, you’d let him into the house and gone out with your girls for the day. You didn’t expect him to rummage through the wrestling stuff you’d packed away ready for the week ahead. You knew it was Rhea from her voice as she approached you asking what was wrong. You held out your gear in front of you and looked over your shoulder as you watched Rhea’s mouth form an ‘o’ shape. You brought your closed fist to your mouth to help control the anger that wanted to burst out of you. 
“The piece of shit” Rhea breathed out shaking her head. It was ruined. There was no way it was going to be fixable. 
“Can you believe he did this?” You sat down on the bench deflated and clutching onto your ruined gear. He had taken scissors and cut holes into it. 
“Rhea, this was the last set she made before she passed.” Your words trembled out of your mouth, the tears starting to trickle down your cheeks hugging the gear close to you as you thought about your sister. 
“Why would he do this?” You sobbed as Rhea pulled you into her embrace, she soothed your back and allowed you to cry. Rhea was the complete opposite of her on screen character, in reality she was humble, caring and nurturing. 
“He’s a jealous selfish prick, that’s why!” Rhea carefully peeled you off her, wiping away your tears then placing her hands on your shoulders for reassurance. 
“Hey, we will figure this out okay. Right now we need to find you some gear otherwise you're gonna be a naked girly.” You half heartedly smiled and giggled at Rhea’s attempt to cheer you up. 
“Hah you laughed, that means we can do this!” She squeezed you tightly before holding your hands and helping you up and heading out of the locker room. 
You were sitting in the styling chair, your hair being put into space buns when his soothingly low pitched voice came from behind you.
“Do you mind giving us a minute?” Priest was now standing in front of you; his usually cheeky smile was this time full of sympathy. 
“I told you I should have stayed at the house” He approached you in an intimate proxemics as the palm of his hand rested on your cheek. He tenderly manoeuvred your face side to side and up and down scanning your face. His eyes eventually settled on yours and you too looked up at him. Your heart always did this when he looked at you, touched you,it would rapidly beat and then hurt as if it had burst into a million tiny little hearts that floated in your insides. His hand fell from your cheek and you felt instant withdrawal symptoms.
“He didn’t hurt me. I went out with the girls” You spoke trying to start a conversation. 
“Good. Rhea told me what he did to your gear, I’m sorry Y/N” “It’s not your fault. Besides, there's no point getting upset about it anymore, I can’t fix it.”
“Well I do believe I have the perfect solution.” He wiggled his eyebrows and held a smirk as he pulled out a shirt from his back pocket and threw it at you. It was one of his merch t-shirts, it was cut and shaped to fit like ring gear. He could always put a smile on your face. 
“You want me to wear this?” You raised your eyebrows and smiled widely as you held it out.
“Me? Personally, I'd prefer it if you wore nothing. “ Damian whispered into your ear as he pulled you off the chair and into him. He carrassed his fingertips along your arms until he reached the straps of your tank top and gently tugged them down revealing your collarbone. He then traced his fingers across your chest slowly as he made his way up your neck and then onto your lips where his thumb parted them as he pushed your bottom lip down finally resting his tips on your chin. You wanted it badly, to feel his lips on yours.
Damian had always been a good friend to you, you were the last two people at the bar chatting the night away. He was the one who stood by you and held your hand tightly as you mourned your sister at her funeral. He was the one who lifted you up and spun you around in celebration as you won your first championship. Things had changed between you one evening after the third and final time you and Bron had broken up. Damian had escorted you back to your hotel room, the two of you just stood in front of the door in silence staring into each other. You didn’t want him to leave, his presence was comforting. You had one hand on the door handle but refused to open it until Damian had closed the gap between you and placed his hand on top of yours, twisting the handle and opening the door. He was so close to kissing you every part of him wanted to do it for years. He could see the breathing in your chest rise and fall as he stood this close to you.
“Do you want me to stay with you?” He asked and you nodded in return. He had never forgotten watching you dress down to your bra and pants as you climbed into the bed. Damian had never said anything about how he had felt all these years, cause you’d always been in love with someone else.
“You’re a tease Priest” You hushed and smiled pushing off of him.
“No, what will be teasing is you performing in my shirt.” He leaned beside you grabbing the shirt off the chair and holding it to your chest.
“So I won't wear it then..” You pushed his hand away and sat back down in the chair as Lydia started on your hair again. “You will wear it, trust me.” He placed the shirt on the table beside you and walked away.
“I hate it when you’re right!” You shouted out, he responded by throwing up a love heart. 
A few days later
There was a present on your locker room bench. You picked up the card to read the message. 
I will always be there to help you fix problems.
D.P. x
Placing the card down you unwrapped the present. Gently unfolding the outfit you realised it was a version of your ring gear. As you began to observe it you realised that the gear your sister had made you was used to help make this one. You brought it close to you and hugged it as if it was the most important thing to you. You had assumed someone had thrown it out when it had gone missing. It wasn't until you read back over the card it registered in your brain who had this made for you. Grabbing your phone from your back pocket, you open your messages.
Y/N: Where are you?
Instantly you had your reply.
DP: Been waiting outside the women’s locker room since Rhea told me you were there. 
You dropped your phone and made your way over to the door. After one big release of breath you opened the door to see him standing on your left, leaning against the wall wearing the most attractive and warm smile. It felt as if this moment as you stood in front of him were happening in slow motion, it felt like this moment was what would happen in a film, one grand gesture and all the palpable tension between two people would finally unavoidably explode.
With a quiet volume and shaky tone you asked him “did you do this?” holding up the gear in your left hand. 
“I mean unless you know another DP?” He shrugged his shoulders. You leapt, physically leapt into Damian’s arm as you pulled him down into your frame and kissed him. He kissed you with passion as he needily roamed his hands down your back, along your thighs, gripping onto your neck before finally settling on the apples of your cheeks. Pulling away he leaned his forehead on yours.
“That was a nice thank you.”
“Thank you Damian. This is the most thoughtful gift ever. Really.” 
His hand settled on your lower back as yours clasped around his neck.
“As much as I love how happy this has made you, I’m kinda mad I don't get to see you wear my shirt in the ring again. I look good on you” You rolled your eyes playfully to which Damian responded by planting kisses along your neck.
“Just for you I’ll wear it tonight... In and out of the ring.” You flirtatiously bit your lip.
With a growl of temptation Damian kissed you. After a few delicate kisses Damian stopped and looked at you seriously.
“Y/N, on a serious note I’m so glad it's finally me.” “What do you mean?” “You’ve always been in love with someone else.” After a brief moment of silence Priest pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear to capture a full picture of you up close in this vulnerable state.
“I won't be like him Y/N. I hope you know that.” You nod your head in acknowledgement.
“Please don’t be in love with someone else again.” You intently gazed into his eyes letting the biggest smile spread across your full lips.
“Never.”
Damian lifted you up to wrap yourself around him, his hands tangled in your hair as he fervently kissed you again. 
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yungstarr00 · 6 days
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Damian, the fine tall glass of water that you are.
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mrsarcherofinfamy · 2 months
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●Damian Priest x Reader●
Summary: Damian wins the Heavyweight championship.
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Standing in gorilla as Damian runs out to cash in his money in the bank briefcase, I start breathing hard, biting on my nail watching the TV with the rest of The Judgement Day. Rhea puts her hands on my shoulders rubbing them as we watch the TV. Damian throws Drew into the ring and hits him with a South of Heaven. I start jumping up and down watching him pin Drew for the win.
"YES!!"
We start filing out onto the stage cheering and screaming for him. He comes up the ramp screaming at the fans. I am jumping up and down, tears rolling down my face. He sees me, runs up and hugs me tightly as everyone else wraps their arms around us cheering. We all let go and I raise Damian's arm in victory sticking my tongue out at the camera. I look up at him smiling and he looks down at me, grabs my face and kisses me hard infront of everyone. He pulls back looking at me and I look up at him smiling.
"You did it!"
"We did it!"
"I love you Damian!"
"I love you too Y/N!"
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igncrxntripley · 4 months
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their secret weapon pt. 13
synopsis: the group comes face to face with the mastermind behind this evil plan, and y/n works with a friend to devise a plan.
a/n: crawling on my hands and knees to get this done BUT IT HAPPENED.
mentions: poly!judgment day, overall SFW, some cussing, some fighting, fem!reader, mentions of sadness, alludes to feelings of depression.
tags: @thesithdiaries @cassiesgreta​ @roseheartsworld @theworldofotps​ @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites @obl1vionblackhart​ @emogoblin-666​ @hereliespumpkin​ @embertargaryen​ @neptune-lover​ @bunnysmyname @i-have-issues-lol​ @ares-athena​ @thatonepansexual2000​ @witcherfromwallachia​ @infamousvampcx​ @christinabae​ 
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3 weeks until wrestlemania; 3 weeks until this nightmare would hopefully be over for the judgment day, and they could be reunited with their fifth member. none of them would lie and say the time she'd been away had been easy for anybody in the group though, as y/n being ripped away from the loving grasp of her partners was for no other reason than to get into the heads of those who turned their back on edge.
the house was quieter without her. road trips to the next city and hotel rooms were no longer the same. dressing rooms didn't have the same energy without her. and the entire time it killed the group to know y/n was so close, yet so far away.
and what tormented all of them? kept finn up at night, made damian clench his fists and rhea squirm at the thought? that they had yet to confront edge and tell him exactly how they felt. the man who helped build up y/n as a superstar, was also the man who ripped her away from her lovers; one way or another, the judgment day was going to make sure he got a piece of their mind. it didn’t matter how it happened.
the judgment day was going to make edge’s life hell until wrestlemania.
finn found himself sitting in the group’s bedroom, looking through boxes of y/n’s memorabilia and random things in boxes. most of this stuff was things she just hadn’t gotten around to unboxing when they moved her into their home, but as finn took a closer look, he began to realize why she’d waited.
photo albums. all of which contained pictures of y/n with her chosen family. her first christmas with the copelands, where beth bought all of them matching pajamas and made their family take a picture in front of the christmas tree. the beginning of her career, where beth stood in a practice ring with y/n and coached her through different finishers and submission moves. those long nights backstage at different shows, where a young y/n was absolutely exhausted and adam would keep her comfortable against his side so she could get some rest.
old trophies and titles, random pieces of ring gear, old things from edge and beth’s careers that they’d given y/n…she wasn’t just forgetting to put these things up or take them out of boxes. y/n was scared to do so. she didn’t want to literally open up a box full of hurt and fear after all the pain they’d caused. she was literally and figuratively repressing those emotions.
as finn sorted through the box and tried his hardest not to let his emotions get the best of him, rhea walked into the bedroom and took inventory of the different things in front of her partner. she took a seat next to him, gently rubbing his back and feeling that tension rising inside of him. “she’ll be coming back to us soon, love.” the aussie spoke softly. “only a few more weeks. she’s in good hands.”
“johnny and candance may be good hands but they aren’t her home.” he mumbled. “the fact that they’re treating her like a child and doing this to her is ridiculous anyway.” finn spat, putting the photo album back into the box. “y/n’s an adult. and the one person she sees as her father, one of the most important people in her life, won’t let her come home? our bosses are backing him up? rhea, it’s…” he couldn’t even finish his thought. he shook his head and tried to calm down his boiling anger.
rhea nodded and held finn’s hand. “there’s not much we can do right now.” she said quietly. “we’re all upset. but she’ll be home soon.” she gently turned finn’s head towards her own, holding the irishman’s cheek. “you’re the one who’s going to show him why no one messes with us.”
*****
that moment rhea was speaking of? it came a lot faster than anyone in the judgment day could have emotionally prepared for. it was like the movies, where finn and edge turned the corner at the exact same time and stood face to face for the first time since their newest member was ripped away from the judgment day. finn swore he could feel the anger radiating through his body at the sight of edge; claws were itching at his spine, his stomach felt like it was on fire, and his fists were clenched tight by his side. he took your princess away from you, my prince. it's time to take back what's rightfully yours.
the corner of edge's lip curled into a snarl. in front of him was the man who seemingly corrupted his mentee, the one who took her away from him and beth as another way to get under the skin of the founder of the judgment day. in his mind, he never took y/n away from her newfound family. he was only trying to give her a break from them! he wanted her to take some time to think about her recent choices and possibly remember what exactly the foursome had done to not only her, but himself and beth over the last few months. edge didn't see anything wrong with what he did. the hall of famer was only doing right by the young woman he saw as a daughter.
finn tried taking a deep breath, but his mouth was moving before he could even think about what he was saying. "i'd walk away the other way before i do something i regret."
edge couldn't help but chuckle at finn's statement. the prince was already trying to act so tough? so intimidating? it didn't phase edge one bit. "wow, not even a hello? no how are you?" he playfully looked finn up and down, noting the second bandana in finn's pocket that most likely belonged to y/n. "why so hostile, finn?"
"you know why, don't play dumb with me." finn poked his finger into the rated r superstar's chest. "you know what you did to me, to y/n, to all of us! and you thought the best thing to do was take her away from us when you've ignored her for the last, what, six months? that's not very fatherly of you, adam. more cowardly than anything."
again, edge chuckled. his eyes were growing dark, and he dared himself to step even closer to finn. "i don't need you telling me what's very fatherly. as far as i'm concerned, she's better off without the four of you." he challenged, almost getting joy out of how angry finn was getting at him. "you let her get kicked into a table? she took a spear for you? you doubted her spot in the judgment day? y/n doesn't realize it yet, but the four of you have caused so much more harm than good." edge flashed that cocky smile at finn. "we can continue this conversation in the ring tonight. i'll see you soon."
watching edge walk away, practically reeking of revenge and pure anger, caused all of those feelings within finn to intensify. if he could have unleashed all of that anger backstage, he would have; but finn also knew one wrong move meant having to wait even longer to have y/n in the arms of her four partners again. he wasn't going to risk that, no matter how badly he wanted to wreak havoc.
finn could be patient. he'd wait the three weeks until wrestlemania to give edge a piece of his mind and see their princess again. those three weeks would be hell, but finn was also planning on throwing edge into the deepest pit of pain and agony once he got his hands on him.
only a little while longer, my prince.
*****
each day without her loves, without her family, was causing y/n to fall further into this spiral of sadness. nothing was the same anymore without dominik's laugh, rhea's hugs, damian's bodyguard-esque presence, or finn's kisses. the longer she went without her little family, the more y/n was spiraling into feelings she hadn't felt in a long time, if ever.
sure, she had JD. that was the closest thing y/n had to finn while being away from the judgment day. but it wasn't her finn. being at NXT without any of them by her side wasn't the same. y/n didn't even see the purpose anymore in coming to the PC to work. it was so much easier to hide in johnny and candace's guest room, the lights off and hidden under the covers with rhea's sweatshirt clutched in her hands. no matter how many times she wore damian's t-shirt or looked at goofy pictures with dom, nothing eased the aches in her body.
y/n had practically stopped answering her phone at that point. every text, every phone call, it was ignored and went without response day after day. it didn't matter who it was from, there was radio silence on her end. sometimes the gentle knocks from either candace or johnny on her temporary room even went unanswered. and while people were concerned, it felt like no one was going to do anything to fix it.
no one...except for one particular irishman.
when JD hadn't seen y/n at the PC, she stopped showing up to NXT, his texts and calls went unanswered, he knew he needed to check up on her. finn was trusting him to take care of y/n while she was away, and that meant doing whatever he needed to do for y/n to be even the slightest bit okay. what he didn't realize, even while walking up to the front door of johnny and candace's home, that she already was slipping even further into this deep hole. if JD would have waited any longer, there's no telling how much deeper princess would've fallen.
the hurried, repeated knocks at the front door pulled y/n from her cave of blankets and her partner's hoodies. there wasn't much that could do that as of recent, but she managed this time. she took her time going to the door and opening it, but the sight of JD brought tears to her eyes for a multitude of reasons. guilt, sadness, hurt, anxiety, even a little bit of hope. "you shouldn't be here-"
"y/n..." JD said softly, not even letting her finish her thoughts. his voice alone broke her even more, and before y/n could think twice JD had his arms around his friend in the tightest hug he could manage. he wasn't sure when the last time she got one of those hugs was, so he made note to do it now. to remind y/n she wasn't alone.
y/n wrapped her arms around JD and gripped onto him like her life depended on it. at this point, it basically did; this was the first time in weeks she had someone who wasn't her dad, hunter, or shawn around her. someone who was on her side and actually seemed as though they wanted the best for her. y/n's hands gripped onto JD as tight as she could and she finally let the tears loose down her cheeks. "i-i'm so sorry."
"don't be. you have no reason to be sorry." JD said softly, gently ushering y/n inside with his arms still around her. "come on, y/n. talk to me."
even though y/n wanted everything she was feeling to just pour out, she couldn't. the words were caught in her throat and everything she'd held in for the last month couldn't find its voice. the only thing she could manage were pathetic whines and whimpers, until finally some of those words were choked out. "i just want to go home."
JD's heart broke. he'd never understand why anyone thought taking her away from her family was the right answer. no one was paying attention and noticed that this wasn't helping the frustrations between the judgment day and edge, because they were too focused on themselves. everyone ignored the consequences of their actions.
maybe JD shouldn't have spoken up, but he could only find one answer to the sad statement that left y/n's lips. "who's stopping you?"
y/n's cries slowed down into sniffles and she slowly pulled back to look at JD. "they said i couldn't." the answer felt so simply, yet the solution was even easier. and it never once crossed her mind out of fear of the consequences.
"did they take your key? are they bothering to watch your every move?" JD asked softly, wiping the tears from y/n's cheeks. "you live there too, y/n. no one can stop you from going home. not to the place where you pay the bills with everyone else. the place you call home." JD gently rubbed her arms, managing to give her a smile. "go home, y/n."
again, the answer seemed so easy. the solution was self explanatory. but y/n didn't about it once, until JD mentioned it out of fear for how edge or her superiors would react. needless to say though, JD's words were enough for her to pack her bag and rush out to her parked car in the driveway - the jeep that hadn't moved in days since she stopped going to training sessions. even in the rare cold, florida rain, y/n was rushing home to her people with those same tears rushing down her cheeks.
while the drive wasn't long, it felt like an eternity until y/n was in the driveway of the home she shared with the four people she recognized as her family. she knew their travel schedules and saw everyone was home from their own vehicles being in the driveway and the dimly lit lights through the window, but even after parking and standing in the rain ready to start taking her life back, her legs didn't move.
y/n was terrified, worried someone would catch her and she'd have to face the consequences of going home before she was given permission. even though she didn't need permission, she stood in the rain for a solid five minutes debating if she should've even made the move. but eventually she did it; her tears mixed with the raindrops, and y/n made her way to the front porch before pulling out her phone. her shaky hands sent a quick text to rhea, the aussie being the first of her four partners to pop up in her messages, and waited for someone to hopefully give her the piece of mind she wanted so badly.
"let me in? please?"
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yourwwegirl · 7 months
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I HATE THIS
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ᴀɢᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ.
“I can’t do this.”
You hadn’t taken your eyes off Damian as he’d got up to get another drink. You’d watched as he spoke with the bartender, you’d watched as the gorgeous blonde he was now talking to had walked up with her perky boobs and glistening gaze. You’d continued to watch as she flipped her hair and bat her lashes, ever passing second practically tearing at your chest as the pain caused tears to burn beneath your waterline.
You knew you weren’t ready for this before you’d even entered the bar, but as you saw his face, the smile you used to see every day, all the fear melted away. You’d thought maybe you could be around each other without it hurting you.
You finally pulled your gaze away from their burning hold on Damian’s form, instantly locking with Rhea’s sapphire hues as she sat slumped into the booth with her forearm wrapped around Dominik’s shoulders; lazily playing with the ends of his mullet.
“I have to go.”
“Oh come on, she’s not his type.”
Dominik scoffed as he casually cast his gaze around you and in Damian's direction, shaking his head as he brought his attention back to you.
“He’s not gonna waste his time on her, there’s no need to get jealous.”
Rhea’s palm slapped down against Dominik’s chest, her features morphing into a ‘shut up you idiot’ facial expression as her brows raised. A small wince parting his lips as he mouths out the word ‘what’.
“I’m not jealous!”
You snap. Your voice breaks slightly as you bolt upright off your stool, your eyes dropping down to meet Rhea’s as you inhale a staggered breath.
“I have to go. I’m sorry.”
You don’t even give Rhea the chance to object before you turn away from the table, hurrying in the direction of the door. Why had you picked the table at the back of the bar? There was no way past Damian without him seeing you leave.
“She’s had break ups before, what the hell is her problem?”
Dominik grumbled as he rested his head back against Rhea’s shoulder, peeking up at her through his lashes as he watched her watch you leave.
“Not like this.”
She replied. Rhea knew just how much you’d been struggling with not having Damian in your life as much anymore. You’d confided in her when the pain started to display itself and as things got worse, Rhea had been doing her best to keep your mind off things.
You didn’t intend to make eye contact with Damian as you passed him. You didn’t want to make up some fake story as to why you were leaving and you didn’t want to be stuck seeing him with another woman longer than you had to.
Dropping your gaze to the ground just as you were about to pass him, you gasp quietly to yourself as the blondes heel comes into view. There was no way to stop yourself from falling, you’d tripped before you could even find your footing and it was inevitable that you were about to hit the ground.
Your knees hit the floor before you could stop them, the hardwood causing a tremor to vibrate up your spine as your palm stretched out to brace your fall. You could already feel the color that cloaked your cheeks as you processed what had just happened, complete embarrassment washing over you as you fumbled to your feet.
“Y/N.”
Damian’s palm was around your waist and he was encouraging you to your feet before you could tell him not to, the concern on his face as he towered over your tiny frame only tugging at your heartstrings even more as your palms began to push him away.
“Don’t Damian. Please, just..”
Your words fell short as you stepped out of his hold, your glimmering hues refusing to look up in search of his own.
“Don’t.”
You were already walking away as you whisper, a soft sigh parting your lips as your hands curl into each other and your nails pressed into your palms until your knuckles turned white.
You could feel the tears burning your eyes as you slipped between the group of people blocking the door, pushing it open and stepping out into the cold air as the first bead dropped onto your cheek.
How could you have been so stupid as to think that seeing Damian with someone else would be easy? He still meant the world to you and there was no way that just being friends would have worked out.
Bringing your palm to your face in attempts to dry the river of tears that had begun to fall down your cheeks, you inhale a staggered breath. The wind ripped at your throat as the cool air filled your lungs, making your undeniable pain worse with each breath.
You’d blissfully ignored the sound of bar door opening and closing behind you as a yellow cab pulled to a halt at the curb, your projection towards the awaiting vehicle stopping abruptly as a broad palm clasped itself around your wrist.
“Y/N, don’t go.”
Damian’s voice was still like music to your ears as you froze in place, the deep tone almost soothing as his hold tightened to keep you in place.
Why couldn’t he have just let you go?
Shaking your head gently as you tried your best to pull yourself free from his grasp, you let your eyelids fall closed in hope your tears would stop themselves behind the barrier.
“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Damian. I just want to go home.”
You didn’t want to risk hurting yourself as Damian’s hold didn’t falter around your wrist, finally giving in to his silent pleading and slowly turning to face him. Your eyes still closed tight as you stopped under Damian’s gaze, you ignored the cursing leaving the open cab window.
“Yeah, vete a la mierda. Sal de aquí.”
Damian heckled after the cab as it screeched out of its spot on the sidewalk, his middle finger easing skyward before his full attention turned back to you. His large palm curling under your chin, he gently raised your head so he could see you.
“Open your eyes, princesa.”
It was like a switch flicked in your subconscious as his words played over in your mind, your eyelids snapping open before you could stop them. The words chirping past your lips as your palm yanked free from Damian’s other palm.
“You can’t call me that anymore, Damian.”
Your palms instantly moved to your biceps as a cold breeze blew through the street, a small tremor vibrating through your body as you fought back a shiver.
“Why not?”
He questioned as you stepped around his muscular frame in search of somewhere to shelter from the chill, his giant form shifting as he quickly followed after you.
“Why not?”
You scoffed under your breath. Your lips twitched into a soft smile as you dipped into a small alley beside the bar, turning back to face him just as he submerged into the shadows behind you.
“Because we’re friends right?”
Your tone was scoffed, almost a little snarky as your palms dropped from your biceps and to your sides.
“That’s what you and I are. Just friends.”
Damian’s brows furrow slightly as he watches your expression shift. Were you getting angry at him, he wondered as his forearms crossed over his chest with a raised brow.
“I mean, that’s what we decided, right?”
There was a sunken sadness in Damian’s tone as his brow arched a little higher, his shoulder falling to lean against the alley wall as he let his gaze wander over the outfit you’d chosen to wear.
“Yeah.”
You sigh softly.
“Yeah, that’s what we decided.”
It had been months since you’d mutually ended your relationship with Damian. So much time had passed and yet you hadn’t quite figured out how to move on and do as you’d both agreed and even though at the time it made sense, you hadn’t managed to get it together enough to find someone new.
“So..”
Your gaze lifted to finally meet Damian’s. The corners of his lips twitching into a playful grin as your brows knit together in confusion.
“So?”
“So what does that have to do with why I can’t call you princesa hmm?”
You could feel your cheeks flush a soft crimson as you flash back to how it made you feel when Damian spoke Spanish. Your fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you dropped your head to hide your embarrassment.
It was so easy to lose yourself with Damian, his energy and his humor always found a way to make you blush.
“You just… you just can’t, Damian. Okay.”
You were looking back into the depths of Damian’s gaze as the words left your lips, your throat feeling tighter again as you remember just why you’d tried to avoid him in the first place.
“Maybe you should just go back to your new friend. She seems more your speed these days.”
“And what does that mean?”
Damian snaps.
Truthfully this was the first girl you’d seen him with since you’d split and you had no idea what ‘his speed’ was, but you couldn’t forget the way she’d looked at him. How she practically glowed.
The burning ache in your chest you’d experienced as you’d watched him move on so easily returned as you shook your head, your voice coming out in a harsh tone as you searched for an easy way past Damian’s monstrous frame.
“You don’t seem to be struggling with letting me go, so I don’t want to stand in your way. Go back to your pretty little bimbo, Damian. Go fall in love and forget all about me.”
You knew he wasn't going to let you pass, but if you were going to get away from him and feel your feelings in peace, you had to try. Ducking around Damian’s tall form, you grumble to yourself as you feel his palm around your wrist once more. Keeping you hidden in the shadows at his side.
“Damian please, just let me go home. I can't…”
Your breath caught in your chest as you tried to pull free, the burn of tears finding themselves bubbling beneath the surface once more.
How many times were you going to cry in front of him tonight?
“You can't what, Y/N?”
“I can't keep pretending.”
You blurt out. Spinning on your heels to peer up at Damian through thick damp lashes. A few stray tears breaking over your waterline and slowly cascading your cheeks as you try to swallow the word vomit that was about to erupt from your chest.
“I can't keep lying to myself. To everyone. I know we said we'd just be friends, that things would be okay, but I can’t keep doing this Damian. I’ve tried, I promise I've tried, but I can’t pretend anymore.”
You could see the hurt as it grew on Damian’s face, his features contorting into what could almost be described as pain as he just stood and watched you continue with the blurb of words that seemed almost backed in regret.
“I’m forcing myself everyday not to touch you. Not to run into your arms and beg you to just hold me like you used to, to make it all the hurt go away. To heal my heart and make it easier for me to let you go.”
The tears that cascaded your cheeks had become stronger, each drop burning against your skin. Looking up into Damian’s eyes as he towered over you. Seeing him speechless as you blurted out each word only made it harder to stop.
“I sit at home missing you. Wishing you'd call and praying I'm awake to answer it. We took this break to figure out what we truly wanted, to figure out if it was all worth it. Well I know what I want, Damian. I don't need another night to sleep on it.”
Your petite frame took a small step forward as if controlled by an external force, pulling you closer to him with every passing second. Your slender fingers tracing up the expanse of his chest as you swallowed back the desire to keep from crying as hard as you could.
“I think about you all the time. When I’m trying to fall asleep, the moment I wake up. Damian you are on my mind constantly and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I don’t know how much longer I can stay apart from you.”
“Don’t say what you can’t take back, princesa.”
You didn’t even bother to fight him on his choice of words this time, your doe-like gaze fixed on the corners of his lips as he fought back a soft smile. He knew what was coming, what you were about to say, but he needed to hear it from your lips. He needed you to be the one to instigate the statement, because the second he broke and took you into his arms, he wouldn’t be able to let you go.
“— Damian.”
Your throat was thick, the air struggling to escape your lungs as your fingertips traced along the stubble that lined his jaw. Your damp cheeks glistening beneath the moonlight as his thumb glazed over the tears in attempts to dry them all up.
“Y/N.”
He uttered. The desire to pull you close and press his lips against your own burning at the back of his mind as the skin beneath your fingertips tingled.
“Damian, I love you.”
It took less than a breath for Damian’s lips to find yours, the warmth of his kiss washing over you like wildfire as his broad palms found their way around your frame, settling in the small of your back as you threw your arms around his neck. Your bodies morph into one as he draws you closer, attempting to remove all space between you even though none remained.
Having his form press against you once more as your lips moved in perfect unison, you could help the soft hum that vibrated from your chest. Your slender fingers winding into Damian’s hair as he attempted to pull you even closer to his chest, his large palms undoubtedly leaving purple blemishes beneath his fingertips as he gripped tighter around your hip bones.
“I’ve missed you.”
You purr softly against Damian’s lips as you pull back only slightly to fill your lungs with air, the tip of your nose gently gliding across his jaw as you push up on your tiptoes to keep that warmth of his breath upon your face.
Thick lashes fluttering open as you peer up at the tall Adonis, you smile sheepishly as your lower lip rolls between your teeth.
You’d hoped one day you’d be back in Damian’s arms, his warmth radiating over you as he held you against him. You fit perfectly and it just made sense for you to be together.
Leaning into Damian’s hold as his broad palm cradled around your cheek, you let your lids flutter closed once more as the sweetness in his tone flooded your eardrums.
“You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed you, princesa. There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t had Finn talking me off a ledge. Tonight was… well she was nothing. I was just trying to do what we agreed and it felt terrible.”
Damian’s thumb gently traced against the apples of your cheek as he beamed down at you, drinking in every inch of your face as if it was the first time he was seeing it. Burning each blink into his memory so as to not forget it.
“I didn’t want to seem rude, but flirting with that girl as you sat mere feet away from me made me realize just how much I wanted you. Not her.”
His other palm cupped around your jaw so he could tilt your head up to meet his gaze, his thumbs catching the flush of your cheeks as you melted into his eyes.
“You’re the one baby, I don’t want anyone else. I don’t need anyone else. I just need you.”
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