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sydsaint · 12 days

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Hello darling I was wondering if you could write a Damian x reader fic where reader has a really bad bf (can make it another wrestler if ya want) and Damian gets into a fight with said boyfriend and then proves to her he loves her and is the better option and you find out reader always had feeling for him but was to nervous to say anything to him (some what based on ho hey song by limiters)

I hope you enjoy it!!! <3

Summary: The reader has a bad argument with her boyfriend, Giovanni Vinci. Damian intervenes, unable to stand by while reader gets mistreated.

You storm down the hallway with your boyfriend hot on your tail as you attempt to free yourself from his presence for a bit.

"Stop following me, Giovanni." You whirl around to face him with a scowl.

"YN, come on." Gio replies. "I said that I was sorry. What else do you want me to do?" He asks you.

You scoff and go to turn around and stomp off again, but Vinci catches your arm before you can move away from him. "I want you to stop ogling other women when I'm standing right next to you, dickhead." You yank your arm out of his grip.

"I wasn't ogling, Liv, I swear." Vinci attempts to defend himself. "I was just glancing around the room and she happened to be standing right there." He insists.

"You are so full of shit!" You laugh hysterically. "I saw you staring at her ass, Giovanni! The only thing that could have made it more obvious is if you started drooling!" You shout at him.

The commotion being aired out in the middle of the hallway earns itself an audience when one of the locker room doors swings open. Damian steps out of the Judgement Day locker room and locks onto you pointing an angry finger into Giovanni's chest.

"Everything alright out here, YN?" Damian makes his way over to your side to check on you.

"We're fine here." Giovanni answers for you. "It's none of your damn business anyway." He turns his nose up at Damian.

Damian rolls his eyes and turns to face you. "I was talking to, YN, asshole." He looks down at you with a soft expression. "You okay, YN?" He asks you again.

"I'm alright, Damian, thanks." You glance up at Priest and nod. "Gio and I were just having a disagreement is all." You assure him.

"Alright." Damian nods and backs off now that he knows that you aren't in any danger. "Hey, I was just about to run down to catering to grab a drink for Finn. You want to come with me?" He asks you.

Giovanni scoffs and reaches out to grab your arm again. "She's fine." He attempts to answer for you again. "Come on, YN. Let's go back to the locker room and talk about this like adults." He insists.

Damian grabs Giovanni's arm before it has a chance to clamp down on yours. He shoves Gio's arm back into his chest and steps between the two of you. "Try and grab her like that again and the only place you'll be going is the ER." Damian growls at Giovanni.

"Whatever." Giovanni scoffs and stares at you over Damian's shoulder. "Come find me when you're over this bitchy mood, YN."

You roll your eyes and watch Giovanni retreat back to the Imperium locker room to pout. Once he's out of sight, Damian turns back around and leans down so he can talk to you more comfortably.

"You okay?" Damian asks you. "Does he he all grabby with you like that often?"

"Only when he's in a bad mood." You grumble to yourself. "Which is more often nowadays." You admit. "But I'm fine, thanks, Damian." You smile at him.

Damian nods, thoughts of kicking Giovanni's ass crossing his mind as he looks down at you. "You can still hang with me if you don't want to head back to the Imperium locker room just yet." He offers. "We can chat some more if you'd like." He suggests casually.

"Yeah, that sounds nice, actually." You nod.

You and Damian take off and head down to catering so Damian can fetch Finn's drink like he said earlier. The two of you chat along the way, mostly about work.

"How long have you and Vinci been a thing, anyway?" Damian asks you while you're on the way back from catering.

"Umm, a little over a year now I think." You reply. "It's usually not like this. Gio's sweet, most of the time." You assure him. "We just...well it seems like he likes to argue with me sometimes." You sigh.

"Sounds kind of shitty if you ask me." Damian replies. "I mean, I don't mean to pry or anything like that. But you've seemed kind of quieter and more distant these past few months." He explains.

You unconsciously nod and bite the inside of your cheek. "Yeah well, being a member of Imperium isn't easy." You attempt a half-assed laugh. "Gunther keeps us all on a tight schedule. Anyway, thanks for talking with me Damian. Gio should be cooled off by now. But I'll catch you later, yeah?" You ask him.

"Yeah, anytime, shorty." Damian nods.

You head off to return to the Imperium locker room and Damian watches you go. 'Fuck! I am such an idiot!' he curses himself. 'why couldn't I just tell her how I feel?'

Later in the night, Damian and the rest of Judgment Day are heading out of the arena. Damian is loading up the trunk with bags when he hears arguing a few spaces away.

"I'll be right back, guys." Damian sets down his bag and heads off to find the source of the shouting.

"Why do you have to act like such a difficult bitch all of a sudden?" Giovanni lays into you verbally in the parking lot. "Just get in the damn car, YN! I'm done arguing with you!"

Damian rounds the corner just as Giovanni makes a move toward you. You step out of Gio's range and swat his hand away. "Just fuck off, Gio! God, I am so sick and tired of taking this verbal abuse from you!" You shout right back at him. "Go back to the hotel by your damn self! I'll find my own ride back." You turn sharply on your heel and begin to walk away with your bags.

"You aren't going anywhere until we settle this!" Giovanni steps forward again and goes to grab you.

You turn around to smack Giovanni but someone beats you to the punch.

Literally.

Your eyes widen in shock as Damian steps out from behind a car. You watch Priest reel his hand back before swinging it at Giovanni's face. Damian's first collides with Gio's jaw and Vinci reels back.

"What did I tell you earlier!" Damian puffs out his chest as he steps in front of you.

Seconds later, Finn and JD appear at your side, having been drawn in by Damian's yelling. "YN? You alright?" Finn sets a hand on your shoulder.

"What? Oh, Finn!" You jump before turning around. "What are you and JD doing here?" You ask him.

"We heard shouting." JD answers you. "Damian!? What the hell are you doing?" He turns to Damian who is now on Giovanni and trading blows with him.

The fight startles you and you shake a bit. "Can you guys separate them?" You ask Finn and JD.

Finn nods and beckons Dominick over from their car. Dom heads over and stands by you while Finn and JD break up the brawl between Giovanni and Damian.

Once the pair are separated, Finn drags Damian over to you and Dominick while JD keeps an eye on Giovanni. Damian calms down when he sees the worried look on your face.

"Shit! YN." Damian's expression softens. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just...well I wasn't going to let Vinci keep ragging on you like that." He tries to explain himself.

"I know." You nod. "It's okay. Thank you for wanting to help." You blink a few times. "Honestly? I don't know why I've put up with it for so long." Tears dare to spill from your eyes and blur your vision.

Damian recognizes the look on your face and pulls you into his chest for a hug. He rubs your back gently to soothe you while Finn helps escort Giovanni away from the group.

"You know that you deserve better. That's what's important." Damian comforts you. "You want to ride back to the hotel with us? I can get Finn and JD to get your stuff for you." He offers. "Then we can get you a different room to stay in."

"Yeah, that sounds like a start." You nod and pull away from Damian. "Thank you, Damian. I don't know what I'd be doing right now if you weren't here to help." You sniffle.

.Damian cracks a soft smile and hugs you tightly again. "I've got your back, hermosa." He assures you.

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buckysdolls · 1 year

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Shooting Star

Damian Priest Oneshot

TW: Language nothing major tbh

Summary: Priest adores you basically. Feeling deflated after your first match back from an ACL injury, Priest comforts you and confesses the feelings he has for you.

A/N: Thank you to one of you wonderful anonymous readers (you know who you are... I hope) who gave me the backstory to this oneshot :)

Two years of your emotions being tossed about like a pancake but it would all be worth it for this moment. Two years of preparing your body to be the best it could be to be able to step back into the ring and do the thing you love most. The two years had been difficult, there were times when the loneliness consumed you, you were used to the social aspect of being a part of the WWE, the constant hustle and bustle and quick pace of moving from one place to the next. Being constantly surrounded by lots of people, many of those you considered your best friends. Thankfully the performance centre was only a few blocks away and you could rely on that place to cheer you up.

The moment your hometown crowd would go absolutely mental and pop for you, would remind you of why you loved wrestling and that no injury will ever stop you from performing for crowds who loved the business just as much as you did. You stood in the gorilla watching the current match whilst stretching.

"I'd notice the shape of that ass anywhere…" You smiled to yourself whilst rolling your eyes, you turned around and placed your hands on your hips to see Priest approaching you. Priest always knew how to make you smile, his playful mannerisms and sparkling sense of humour was why he was one of your closest friends in the locker room.

"Hey Priest" You flung your arms over his neck as he bent down to hug you, he squeezed you tight as if to tell you he was so happy to have you back. Priest was good to you, he visited you on his days off whilst you were out with your injury, making sure you didn't spiral into a pit of darkness. He mainly helped you at the gym rehabbing the injury and then watched a movie with you before he had to leave, but the few hours he did give you were priceless.

"How's the ACL feeling?" You hopped onto one of the production boxes, taking a seat and Priest rested his hands either side of you on the box. You rubbed it, and gently swung it back and forth as much as you could without kicking Priest as he was leaning so close to you.

"Feels good… I think. I never really got to say thank you for visiting me all the time" You grinned.

"Are you kidding? you thanked me every like two seconds I was with you" Priest replied.

"Yeah I meant like I never got to show how thankful I was by doing something for you"

Now you meant this in the most innocent way… Priest was the one to make this flirty.

"Yeah? Well I know a few ways you can thank me.." trying to be witty Priest wore a smug smile.

"I wonder what those could be…" You bit your lip trying to play innocent in all this but you both knew exactly what you wanted from each other.

"I could show you…" Priest said as he leaned forward towards you, his hands now gliding up your thighs, you could feel in your stomach the metaphorical flips people always talked about.

Once his hand had danced along your thighs he stopped on your lower back and pushed you into him so your legs wrapped around his lower midsection. The whole time he never once looked away from your face, you'd expected him to be smirking assuming he was just being cheeky in his actions but the look he was giving you was a serious one.

"I could get used to this." Priest's low voice whimpered as he leant his forehead on yours, he closed his eyes enjoying being close to you.

"Used to what?" Your voice was just as quiet and soft.

"Being close to you" You hummed at his words.

You watched as his eyesight fluttered from your own eyes to your lips, a small, rough groan escaped his lips as they were inches away from settling on yours.

"Y/N" You heard Liv call out to you and break the tension between you and Priest.

"Shit!" Priest mumbled as his head fell away from yours, his dreads falling in front of his face. He backed up from you as he flipped the dread over his face to make room for Liv. You leapt down from the box to embrace Liv.

"It's so good to have you back"

Priest watched from behind as Liv dragged you away to hair and make-up for a girly catch up. You looked back at Priest who was watching you, looking deflated, shaking his head. You mouthed the word "sorry" to him and shrugged your shoulders with a cheeky smile. You were happy to tease him and keep him waiting even though you desperately wanted that kiss.

Priest had waited for the perfect moment to finally kiss you, he had planned it for so long in his head. He wanted to do it before your match to give you that extra boost of confidence. Yet here he was being cockblocked by Liv.

"Thanks for cockblocking Liv" Damian called out causing you and Liv to burst out laughing.

"You're so welcome Priest!" Liv responded through her fit of laughter.

Although you had adrenaline coursing through your veins and you were so grateful for the warm response your hometown gave you, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in yourself, there were a few spots that you messed up, they were not major or noticeable but you knew about them. As you came through the backstage curtain you were hit with a wave of cheers and applause from the roster, you pulled the fakest smile you could to act like you were okay. Priest sensed that you weren't as happy as he thought you might have been, he could see the worry in the shimmers of your eyes, clearly tears that wanted to flow free. Priest pushed through to the front and engulfed you in a hug, his hand guiding your head cradling into his chest, where you finally felt comfortable to cry and wrap your arms around his waist. And if anyone asked why you were crying you'd tell them they were happy tears!

As Priest ushered you to a quiet corner of the arena you didn't need to say anything to him, just his touch and company was enough to calm your whimpers and tears.

"What happened mi amor?" Priest asked as he crouched down in front of you and gently pushed stands of your hair behind your ears.

"I missed so many steps out there. I messed up” You radiated defeat and felt as if all the confidence you ever owned had been winded out of you. Your eyes were glued to the floor and your voice sounded deflated, not like your usual gleeful self.

"Ring rust happens babe. You’ve just come back from a major injury, nobody noticed it. You only noticed because you were the one performing the spots" He tried to reassure you by stroking his thumb on your cheek.

“Look at me” Priest now had your head in his hands, rummaging the hair away from your face so he could clearly appreciate the beauty in your face and also encourage you to look at him. You admired the sparkle his eyes exhibited and gave a feeble smile in an attempt to please him..

“You are fucking talented, okay?The crowd was so pumped to see you. I look at you in the ring, out of the ring and I think… you are fucking incredible.” All of a sudden he was pulling your face towards him, and this time there was a connection between the lips. A lustful and needy connection. Without removing your lips from each other, Priest had managed to manoeuvre your bodies so he was now seated and had you sitting on him, legs either side of his body. In desperation to be closer to him your hands got lost and tangled in his dreads whilst his hands were jelled to your hips encouraging you to grind against him. Purely pausing for breath you pulled away letting your hands rest on the pecs of his chest, you looked down at Priest who was grinning at you causing you to blush. It was quiet for a few seconds before Priest opened his mouth to speak.

“I’ve waited a long time to do that.”

“How long?”

“That information is confidential” A finger rose to his lips as if to keep a secret. The air filled with silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, it felt natural like you and Damian had done this a million times over... The smile hadn’t left Damian’s lips; he was just there goofily grinning like he’d accomplished something he was proud of.

“What are you smiling at?” You questioned letting your head dangle in an attempt to hide the rosy cheeks.

“The most beautiful girl I ever seen” You watched as Priest’s eyes glanced over the body that sat on him, he hummed to himself admiring the work of art that you were.

“I bet you say that to all the girls?”

“Only …the… ones… I’m in… love… with” Priest leant forward into your neck planting sweet, soft kisses in between each word.

“Shit” You’d never really paid attention to a heartbeat before… but the heartbeat that thumped through your chest in that moment of declaration was the equivalent of a magical shooting star bursting through the air.

“In love?”

“I ain’t shy about it. I want to be the one you turn to when you’re feeling low and think you're the worst wrestler ever…” You quickly interrupted him, squinting your eyebrows at his exaggeration.

“Er, I didn’t quite say that” Your eyes glaring into his trying not to smile as you were trying to be serious… trying being the keyword and instantly cracking a smile after a mere second of seriousness.

“Yeah well I know that’s what you were thinking.I’m going to continue professing my love for you now is that alright?”

You chuckled into the smile already on your face and nodded your head in agreement to let him carry on.

“I want to ride your highs with you and enjoy every moment that you’re happy. Your joy and light makes me feel something. Something which I never thought I could.”

You had no words for Priest, it was as if your mouth was made of the same stuff as a desert, your lack of words was your sign to speak with actions instead of words and so you kissed him. It was a deep, slow and powerful kiss as you gripped onto the side of his neck and his hands on your back pushing you against him so he could feel you physically. It was a kiss that spoke a thousand and one words to Damian, that you felt the same way as him, and that was love. That was all he needed to confirm everything he’d hoped for.

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cookiebelle · 9 months

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Me Fui de Vacaciones • Damian Priest x AFAB reader

Warnings • 2nd person pov (no use of y/n), reader is Afab but I did my best to be as inclusive and nondescript as possible

Smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected PIV sex, oral (m receiving), names (Gatita, baby, you get it), some extremely light kink (spanking, biting, choking, hair pulling), lil bit of Sir kink, size kink sort of, exactly two uses of the word “whore”, porn with an unnecessary amount of plot, tropes galore, idiots to lovers requires its own warning, bad Spanish translations probably.

Word Count • 6.2k words, I have no reasonable explanation for this.

A/N • This should go without saying, but I’m gonna say it anyway. This is a wrestling fic, featuring wrestlers. While wrestlers are indeed real people with real lives, they are also playing characters. The people mentioned in this fic are their characters, and in no way am I depicting the individuals who portray them.

Burning logs crackled. One. Two. Three beers became five. Your feet dug into soft, cool sand as you and your closest friends talked around a fire.

It was the beginning of a well deserved mini-vacation, and the five of you weren’t intending to waste a moment of it. So when you all arrived at the little beach cottage you had rented, even at nearly midnight, you were hell bent on getting the most of your time off. So the fire was built, drinks were passed around, and laughter carried across the beach.

Most people called your friends “The Judgment Day”. You just called them family, though. You had met Damian first, in 2020, the near end of his NXT career marking your beginning. He quickly became your mentor as you navigated the tribulations of what it meant to work for the company, a true friend among those who looked at you only as competition. Later, he introduced you to Rhea. Then the faction formed, and Finn joined the circle, then Dom. Your call up to the main roster occurred shortly after, during the draft. The celebration that ensued when you learned you would be working with the rest of the crew was legendary. These, truly, were your people.

And then there you were, a year later, feet in the sand. You played a light tune on your guitar as though it were the backing score to Bálor’s story, leaving the group captivated. Well, everyone but you. You were looking up at the stars, taking it all in, wondering how you could possibly be so lucky. You decided not to tempt fate by asking the universe that very question, but it seemed fate had its own ideas for this week.

“You good?”

Rhea’s voice pulled you from your daydream and all at once, everyone was looking at you. You realized, in your deep state of thought, your random plucking at the guitar had faded to nothing.

“So good…” you grinned, slurring slightly, at which the group chuckled and carried on with their conversations. Crisis averted. At least you thought. Damian’s gaze lingered on you when you looked back down at the frets of your guitar, but you didn’t seem to notice.

It was a drunken stumble back to the house, sometime around 3AM, everyone finally exhausted enough to end the day and refresh themselves for the next. Except you. As they all said their goodnights and retired to their respective rooms, you found yourself on the couch, unable to sleep and watching reruns of the same sitcoms you had seen a hundred times.

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“Hey… Hey you…”

You felt something… poking you?

“Hellooooo…”

You gasped and sat up, eyes wildly searching the room until you found Rhea standing above you. It was light outside, light enough that golden rays peeked through the curtains and illuminated her face. You glanced at the clock. 7am. Hadn’t you guys just gone to bed?

“We’re going to the gym. You coming?”

“I thought we were on vacation,” You groaned and laid back down, covering your face with a throw pillow as you realized how sore your back was. Why the hell did you sleep on the couch all night?

“Suit yourself. We’ll back in a couple hours.”

You rolled over, scrunched up but content as the footsteps left the house, got in the car, and drove away. Slowly, you dozed back off into that euphoric state of half sleep.

“Hey…”

Oh fuck. Damian. Your heart picked up and suddenly you were awake once more. You thought you had heard all of them leave, and yet…

“Hey, you awake?”

You remained rigidly still save for your breathing, even as you heard him approach. For whatever reason, pretending to still be asleep was your first and only instinct. It did you little good, however.

In one sudden motion, as if you weighed nothing at all, you were scooped up into his arms. Still, you pretended to sleep. Despite your heart racing. Despite how badly you wanted to lean into the safety and warmth of his chest. Despite the fire that sparked in your core every time you got close to him.

Yeah, you were down bad. The moment he got in the ring to spar with you that first time, you were a goner, and it only got worse as years went on. You had spent holidays together, traveled to countless cities and countries, bared your soul to him over late night gin and cigarettes. You saw him for what he was. When others saw a monster of a man, a Broken Angel as he was once called, you saw someone sensitive, fierce, and loyal. Even the flaws drew you closer, but you could focus on those another time.

You kept the feelings under the hat as best you could. The only time you let it slip was to Rhea, early on in your friendship, your eyes lingering too long on Damian as he walked away from the two of you. She promised to take the secret to her grave. That didn’t stop her from teasing you in private, though, or from dropping the subtlest of hints when you were all together. Hints Damian never seemed to get, or maybe he did. Who really knows?

Back in the present, he was carrying you… somewhere, that much you could glean with your eyes closed. And then you were placed somewhere soft. Already warm and slept in, like the comfiest hug. Wait… was this his bed? You breathed deeply and realized it was, regrettably, recognizing the scent of his hair left behind on the pillow.

He covered you with a blanket, pushing away some hair that had fallen in your face. It was a surprisingly tender gesture from someone like him, especially for “just a friend”, but that was something you had gotten used to. It was one of the many facets of who he was, showing his love with touch. He was always there for you with a hug when you needed it, or a rub to your shoulders after a good match, and he seemed to mess with your hair a lot, too. You thought nothing of it. That was just.. him.

You decided, as his hand drew away from your face, that now was as good a time as any to begin to stir. You slowly blinked your eyes open and looked up as he was still standing beside you, just turning to leave.

“Mmmm hello…” you mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep.

“Shit. Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up… you just looked uncomfortable and I was getting up anyway so I figured…” He seemed almost nervous, immediately pulling his hands away from you.

“No, it’s fine,” you cut him off, stretching for the first time in what felt like days, “thank you..”

“Okay, well.. you sleep. I’m gonna make breakfast..” he turned back to leave and you quickly grabbed onto his hand, tugging it backward.

“Too early for breakfast. It’s your bed. Come lay down…” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard every word.

It wasn’t as though you two hadn’t shared plenty of beds. Traveling on tour was like that. With Dom and Rhea paired off, and Finn preferring to be alone, you two often ended up in a room together, and thanks to Damian’s stature that meant sharing a single king bed. Of course, you didn’t mind. Not even as you laid awake all those nights, trying to quell that burning need you couldn’t seem to shake when you were so close yet so far from him. You wondered how he could sleep, how he couldn’t feel your nervous energy from across the bed. Maybe he could, and just paid it no mind.

This time was different, though. Charged. Like the energy you felt shooting through the fingertips that touched him was somehow a mutual exchange. Like if you pulled your hand from his right now, you would see the electricity connecting them. You couldn’t explain how or why, all you could do was tug on his hand as he tried to decline your invitation.

“There’s no way you’re not tired, come on…”

And, after a moment of your insistence, he reluctantly obliged.

There was a dip in the bed, and you hummed happily as a strong arm wrapped around you, hugging you close for a moment as he got situated. You rolled onto your side, facing away from him so you could hide your secret little smile. Strong arms wrapped around you again, to your surprise, and you shifted until you both were comfortable laying there in each other’s space.

You two always ended up like this, once you finally found yourself able to sleep. You would wake curled up against his massive frame, him holding you in a manner that could only be described as possessive. It was almost as though he was protecting you in your slumber; From what, you weren’t sure. Bad dreams? Aliens? You always played it off as though you two just enjoyed the closeness, drawn to each other in the unconscious. You’d vehemently defend to Rhea that it was strictly platonic. The butterflies in your throat disagreed.

It felt like every single cell in your body was vibrating. You thought there was no way that you could sleep, and yet you felt your eyelids droop as his warmth spread around you. Once again, you dozed, your body weightless despite being hyper aware of the fact that you were pressed up against him. His shallow, sleepy breaths puffed across the top of your head, but you would later learn he was also not sleeping.

No, he was in the same predicament as you. Pretending to sleep while his mind raced and the smell of your hair drew him further into this downward spiral. It was all innocent thoughts at first. Friendly. Looking forward to spending time with you and the others over the next few days. Then he opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of your peaceful, sleeping face and a switch flipped. Suddenly he was consumed by the thought of waking you up and taking you then and there, finally giving into the urge he felt every time he got close to you. Every time he watched you wrestle. Every time you smiled at him from across a room, or fell asleep on him during long flights, or gave his butt a pat as he walked out from Gorilla to the ramp. He valued your friendship more than that urge, though, and it’s stopped him every time he’s nearly gone through with indulging it.

Lost in your thoughts, you only barely registered the fact that he had scooted a little bit closer to you than before, hips flush with the curve of your ass. Something else pressed against you, something somewhat firm and insistent. You blushed, trying to muffle the faintest gasp at the realization of exactly what it was. He had to be sleeping… right? Would he do this if he wasn’t?

You didn’t know what to do, frozen still by the options before you. You could ignore it, pretend to keep sleeping and act as though nothing was happening. That was the safest option. You two could proceed as usual, protecting your friendship for the long run while you pined for him still. Or… you could give in and acknowledge it, say fuck it to all of the doubt and uncertainty.

Fuck it.

You moved to back yourself up further against him, making sure to slowly grind your hips and drag your ass against the clothed protrusion. You heard a low, barely audible noise from him, spurring you on as you arched your back slightly and once again pressed your ass into him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing…” he whispered under his breath, not wanting to wake you if this was all just some kind of cruel joke the universe was playing on him. His hand went from holding you across your waist to slowly tracing a line down your side, stopping at your hip and squeezing gently. You hummed again, softly, leaning into his touch.

It burned where his fingertips made contact with your skin, feeling that same electric energy as before, stealing the breath from your lungs. It was now or never, you decided, no going back from here. A calculated risk, but you were always so bad at math. Slowly, you reached back, grabbing hold of his hip and using the new leverage to really grind against him. You heard a low rumbling, like thunder in his chest, fingers digging into your hip.

“Don’t tease me…” another barely audible growl of a whisper. You chuckled softly, putting on an air of confidence in spite of your hammering heart, moving just enough in his hold to turn your head and look innocently at him. God, he loved that look. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking you over with a glint in his eye you’d never seen before, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Who’s teasing?” You offered a smile over your shoulder.

“I mean it…” he brought you closer to him, his lips finding your bare shoulder. He placed a kiss on it, then bit down softly, eliciting the tiniest gasp from you. Another kiss, another bite, another low, sleepy whine from you as your hips begged for more friction. His hand on your hip pulled you back as he rocked slowly into you. God, why did he have to make this so good? It was bad enough that you were past some kind of point of no return, but every press of his hips to your behind only made it worse, forcing tiny moans out of you. Officially helpless to the way your body was reacting to his touch, you didn’t bother resisting it any longer. Your hand on his hip reached between the two of you, teasing along the waistband of his boxers before reaching in. Your hand slid tentatively down his pelvis, running over smooth, hot skin before finally wrapping around what you were looking for.

It was damn near as intimidating as he was. Long and thick and heavy, twitching slightly in your grasp as he grew harder. You couldn’t help but utter a quiet “Fuck”. His chest rumbled as you stroked him a few times, and you couldn’t help but groan with him, the slick heat of your core only growing more overwhelming with each glide of your palm. You felt lips on your neck now, doing the same as before. A kiss, a bite, then another soothing kiss as you mewled at the sensation, your walls clenching around nothing, absolutely begging for him. You’d be lucky if you made it out of this without him marking you, but would that really be lucky? You kept on with soft, slow strokes, breathless as he continued to focus on your neck.

“Are you sure we should do this…” he breathed in your ear, your movements slowing as you processed his question. He was giving you one last out, it seemed. One last opportunity to say “you’re right, let’s stop”, though you both knew you had already gone too far to come back from this. But, with no hesitation, you nodded.

It all happened so fast after that. In half a second you were flat on your back, eyes wide as you tried to choke out something clever or witty to say, completely failing. He wasn’t touching you yet, but nonetheless you were pinned, his massive frame caging yours entirely. Your eyes cut down to discover he’d slid his boxers off, hard cock hanging between his legs. Fuck, it looked even better than it felt. Your gaze wandered back up to his confident smirk. He knew what he was working with, clearly. Smug bastard.

“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice…” you couldn’t help but laugh, doing everything you could to look normal, ignoring the steady beating in your ears.

“Just couldn’t help but notice you admiring something…” he chuckled, then leaned back down to kiss your neck, and suddenly your mind was mush again except for him.

You were ripped from your thoughts as you found your top being pulled off and your breasts exposed, his mouth immediately attaching to one. He was all teeth and tongue, frantic and desperate, years of tension finally breaking the dam and rushing through his veins. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, writhing and gasping as he played you so expertly, somehow finding every little sensitive spot and knowing exactly how to wring the most pathetic little sounds from your throat. Had your nipples always been this sensitive? You couldn’t remember. In fact, this all felt so new, like it was your first time all over again. His intense focus turned up to you as he switched to your other breast, the eye contact enough to ruin you both. You broke it, certain you would come in an instant if you held his dark eyes any longer.

Damian let go of your nipple with a tug of his teeth, leaning up to finally kiss your lips, both hands holding your face. White heat burst behind your eyes as his tongue immediately assumed dominance over yours. You wrapped your arms around broad shoulders, moaning shamelessly into his mouth as tongues danced and one of his hands moved to firmly hold your jaw. He only broke the kiss to speak, lips just centimeters from yours.

“Pretty little thing… me estás matando…”

Your loss for words left you grinning stupidly in response. You, killing him? While you’ve lost all sense of chill, not even bothering to pretend to be casual about this? He kissed the smile off your face, biting and tugging on your bottom lip as he pulled away, leaving your lips to chase his as you whined with need. It was strange, the fact that you needed him. You’d had plenty of partners, plenty of good sex. Sure, you wanted them, but this felt like you’d surely die if you didn’t feel him inside you soon. Like your body would simply vaporize without his touch. Maybe this was how it was going to be from now on, feeling like something was distinctly missing when he wasn’t touching you.

Your flimsy cotton shorts were the next to go, his lips finding every inch of exposed skin down your abdomen and claiming it as his own. Eager hands glided down his shoulders and back, taking in the way each muscle flexed as he moved along your body.

His energy was impossible to place, manic but calm. He knew exactly what he was doing, but still moved with an urgency as if the two of you would be caught any moment. Which… was partially true. In a moment of clarity, the rest of the crew came to mind and your heart picked up at the realization that they would be back soon, and this would be over. Or worse.. they could find you two, passionately entangled. What would they say? What would HE say? You feared he would deny it, too ashamed to admit he felt anything for you, even just lust.

Your thoughts continued to race, eyes closing as you panicked. You tried to be discreet about it, but if anyone knew your cues, it was Damian. He moved back up to you, a strong yet delicate hand wrapping around your throat as he kissed you. Well, that was one way to knock out the intrusive thoughts.

“Look at me,” he squeezed ever so slightly as your eyes focused, his tone stern yet soft, “whatever you’re thinking about. Doesn’t matter right now. Tell me what does.” Another squeeze.

“You.”

“And what else…”

“… me?”

“Good girl.”

Another kiss, another squeeze, and he was gone. Back to leaving bite marks down your body. He came down to your panties and let out a silent, somewhat shaky breath. Finally. Finally he had you right where he always wanted you. It was almost overwhelming, but he didn’t let onto that. His fingers gently traced over black cotton, finding a damp spot along the seam of your cunt.

“Oh gatita,” he kept focus along that spot, shooting sparks through your entire body with how inexplicably sensitive you were, “is this all for me?”

All you could do was whimper in response, letting your head fall back to the pillow as your hips chased his fingers, begging for more. He granted you that extra friction, mouth falling open as he watched you shamelessly grind against his hand.

And then he pulled away, leaving you whining from the loss. In a blink, your panties were tossed to the floor and finally the two of you could take in the sight of one another. It took all of the self control he had not to split you open on his cock right there, but he resisted, instead kneeling between your open legs.

You looked up at him, breathing out a barely audible “please”. You nearly took him out right there, his composure faltering as he fully looked you over.

“Perfect,” he exhaled, readjusting his position and giving his straining cock a few lazy strokes, making sure you were watching. Oh, you were watching, nearly drooling at the sight.

His hand found your pussy again, gently swirling a thumb around your clit, eyes locked with yours and hand still slowly working his cock. He wanted to see every reaction, every little microexpression, he wanted it all. He had waited this long for you, years of picturing you in this exact moment. He wanted to savor everything.

You moaned through your bitten lip as he teased, not daring to look away from him. He had you captive, it seemed, frozen in place and begging for anything he could give you. Which is why you whined so pathetically when he pulled his hand away, once again.

He sucked your essence from his thumb, savoring your sweetness. You hummed at the sight, closing your eyes, only to feel his grip on your jaw a moment later to tilt your head up toward him.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deeper, more serious. You didn’t dare disobey him, looking up like a deer in headlights. Something about that voice… you couldn’t quite place it. He growled lowly, bringing his hand back down to your cunt. He collected some of your juices on his finger, running it up and down your slick folds before slowly, agonizingly sliding it inside.

He still gripped your chin, daring you to look away as you whimpered at the sudden fullness. You had always admired his hands, giant and strong and rough, yet gentle. You’d wondered how they would feel in this exact scenario, often finding your mind wandering as your own smaller hand worked to your release in the late nights. It was beyond what you had imagined, so much more. His finger found a slow, steady pace, filling you perfectly and yet not enough all at once. You moved your hips with his rhythm, mouth slack in euphoria, eyes still trained to his.

“So fucking good for me, look how well you’re taking it,” he praised, letting go of your jaw to let you look down at where his finger was disappearing into your tight hole. Then, as you watched, he added another finger, wrenching a moan straight from your chest as your head fell back once more. Now the pace picked up, the thrusts of his hand stronger, more precise as he curled his fingers to find that sensitive little spot. You gasped and panted pathetically as he played you so expertly, looking back down at his hand only to fall back onto the pillow, overwhelmed by the sight.

It’s unfair, how he seemed to know you without knowing you. Without much effort at all from him, you found yourself closing in on climax, your panting gradually becoming uninhibited moans of “Please. Please. Please.”

“Please what, gatita?” He cooed, slowing the pace ever so slightly as he leaned over you.

“Please. Just. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Just don’t stop.”

“Oh, don’t stop?” He slowed just a bit more, grinning down at you. You could only whine in response, hips moving sloppily now, trying to encourage him to fuck you faster. Harder. He obliged… for the moment. Your walls slowly grew tighter, your moans more heady and uncontrolled. You felt the coil tighten. Tighten. Tighten…

And then he slowed again. Painfully. Your orgasm held at bay, he couldn’t have appeared more smug, knowing exactly what he was doing. You looked up at him, flushed and desperate.

“Why’d you do that?” A whine, to which his response was simply to kiss you. Again, he picked up the pace, adding another finger, making sure you felt just how much he stretched you. Oh, you felt it. Your vision went blurry at the sensation, focusing on him and only him.

It didn’t take much to bring you to that edge again, the coil tightening even more, threatening to break with every rough pump of his fingers. He was hovering over you now, leaning down and biting on your shoulder, sucking a mark into it. Apparently, he didn’t think about the consequences of that… or maybe he didn’t care. Nevertheless, he bit again, smirking into your shoulder as you arched your back and rode his fingers, dramatically chasing your high. You were so, so close, every muscle in your body tense, hands scratching down his back.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

It hit like a brick to the face after that, overtaking you in every way as you moaned and gasped, holding onto him for dear life. He nuzzled his face into you, kissing and sucking marks down your chest to your abdomen, every press of his lips electric.

Everything felt blurry and yet razor sharp, every muscle in your body twitching in the aftershocks. You barely registered that he had kissed back up your body, hands on either side of your head as he waited above. His lips locked with yours the moment your eyes focused, your hands immediately twisting in his hair, holding him as close to you as you could.

You felt the weeping head of his cock prod at your folds, one of his hands guiding it to rub against your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm. You mewled with anticipation, your hips grinding down against him.

“Patience…” he breathed against your lips, your hips stilling as he slowly slid inside. Just the head. A gasp from both of you. And then another inch. Fuck. And then another. And another. Until you felt all of him and all you could do was pull him in for another consuming kiss. He started with a slow pace, almost sweet, letting you get used to his size. It quickly grew intense, rough and fast, as he let himself fall into the demands of desire. Your hands grabbed at anything on him you could as he overwhelmed you with his force.

It really was unfair, the way he was fucking you. You didn’t stand a chance against him, not finding a single opportunity to gain the upper hand, left only to meet his thrusts with reckless abandon as you moaned with each moment he filled you. You liked it, though, being at his mercy. You trusted him, strangely. You could probably get used to this.

He’s stronger than you thought possible, his grip on your thighs surely bruising you as you writhed and arched your back at a particularly delicious sensation within you. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, completely lost in the rhythm and harshness of the snap of his hips. He bared his teeth as he fucked you harder. Faster. Tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the intensity. And then his hand was over your mouth, his eyes off you for the first time since this dance began. He was scanning outside the open window, watching a car come down the street, thinking it could be the rest of the group. That didn’t mean he stopped fucking you. In fact, it only got more intense.

“That’s right. Fucking take it.” he was back to looking down at you and your wide eyes, burying himself so deep inside you, you were sure he was ruining you entirely, “that’s it, baby. Tell me how good it feels.” Except he didn’t pull his hand from your mouth, smirking as you attempted to speak anyway, your mind too gone. That is.. until he slid himself fully inside, grinding his hips against yours. You moaned out loud, sure that the neighbors have heard you by now, your walls squeezing around him and feeling the drag as he pulled his cock out entirely.

“On your knees,” a simple order, and yet your brain was static. You blinked up at him before shaking away the fog and turning yourself over, wiggling your ass in his face just a little. His growl shook you, two strong hands grabbing hold of your ass and squeezing.

“Love this ass. Always loved this ass. Estuve soñando al respecto,” he kept squeezing, spreading you and groaning at the sight. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, giving it another shake in his face. Suddenly, you felt teeth on flesh, letting out a yelp that quickly became a satisfied sigh, your head dipping down past your shoulders. Somehow, you didn’t expect his hand to come crashing down on you, the slap against your ass ringing out in the empty house. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, too immersed in the moment to acknowledge anything but the way your back arched and your chest created the most depraved noise you’d ever heard.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Another slap, you gripped at the bedsheets to keep yourself grounded, “you like being treated like a whore?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered involuntarily, nearly slapping your own hand over your mouth at the realization of what you’d said.

“What.. did you just call me?”

“Nothing…”

A ruthless slap, “Tell me.”

You sobbed at the impact, “sir.”

The growl in his chest shook you, and with little warning his cock was pressing to your folds once again, sliding in with ease and setting a brutal pace right off the bat. You dropped to your elbows and arched your back, eyes closing as your head once again dropped. Of course, he took advantage and leaned over you, one hand finding the back of your head and pressing you down into the bed, holding it there. He slapped your ass with the other, laughing when you moaned into the mattress. It left the prettiest pink handprint, he almost wished he could get a picture of it.

You couldn’t believe the way he was fucking you. Like— like a whore, just like he said. You’d think he’d be gentle with you, being your first time together, that he’d want to show you how worthy he was of your pussy. In a way, he was showing you that. He was showing you his worth by fucking you absolutely stupid, and you were loving it. So much that you weren’t far from another climax, feeling your walls tighten around him, dragging such a beautiful sound from him. His hand found your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your head off the bed. You cried out, steadying yourself on your hands. It was overwhelming, every sensation he subjected you to, to the point that you felt completely delirious with pleasure, all sense of control lost. You fucked yourself sloppily back on his cock, his fist pulling tighter on your hair. The tears pricked your eyes again, eyes whiting out.

“Ohhh fuck, are you coming? You filthy little—” he didn’t finish, groaning as your cunt rhythmically clenched around him, his own thrusts growing more erratic. You didn’t even hear him praising you with little ‘good girls’ and whispers of how good you feel, your head clouded with the sounds of your own depravity. You rode out your orgasm for what felt like hours, nearly collapsing as your body ceased quaking.

Your brain was working in half time, barely registering that he was still fucking you slowly, trying to bring you back to reality. You tried to speak, but the words were completely incoherent.

“Need a minute,” you finally mumbled, reaching back and grabbing his hand that rested on your hip. He obliged, pulling out and laying down beside you, pulling you into his arms. Your breath caught gradually, your mental faculties growing stronger by the second despite your throbbing cunt. You sighed contentedly, leaning up and kissing him for just a moment. You had your own ideas, now, and one in particular overtook your thoughts.

You kissed him again, grabbing hold of his cock, still slick with you. Your hand stroked him softly as you shifted down the bed, timidly tapping his leg as to ask him to open them. He did so, and you climbed between them, licking your lips as his cock bobbed in anticipation. You took him hungrily into your mouth, not bothering to tease, too eager to feel him.

Now it was your turn to show how unfair you could be, expertly taking him deep into your throat, holding there until you choked. Immediately, he was gone, head falling back on the pillow until he realized he would rather watch you. Your hand assisted your bobbing head, using your tongue to lap at every vein and ridge of his perfect dick. His groans and words of encouragement and yes gatitas only fueled you, giving everything you had to taking him. You almost wanted him to cum right there, to lose all composure and fill your mouth. He had other plans, however, pulling you by the hair off his cock and admiring the fucked out look on your face.

“So fucking pretty,” he mused, pulling you up to him and kissing you. It was all a ploy, of course, and you let him guide you to straddle him, your hips hovering just above his waiting cock. He ordered you to look at him, your brain already to fuck drunk disobey, eyes fixed on him as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Go ahead, take it all,” he couldn’t help but grin, brow furrowing in pleasure as you did just that, your own face mirroring his. It was almost too much, almost. Getting your balance, you slowly began to bounce on his lap, leaning on his shoulders for leverage. From there it was an endurance test, the pleasure of riding him only tainted by the strain it put on your knees. Still, you continued, his hands finding your hips to help bounce you on his lap, mewling when his hand crashed down on your ass.

You loved having the power. Loved watching his face twist in pleasure as you grinded your hips down onto his. … and you loved that it took little effort for him to suddenly flip you onto your back once more, placing your legs up around his shoulders as he sunk back into you. Every thrust was slow now. Powerful. So much so that each one knocked you back into the wall. It didn’t matter, you were too delirious by the way he was abusing that little spot inside you, seeing stars as you looked up at his concentrated face.

It was close, again, a climax brewing in your core that nearly overtook you the moment you felt it. Your sighs and moans became whines, hands gripped the sheets below you as he just continued with each knock of his hips to yours, folding you up as he leaned forward and somehow sunk impossibly deeper inside you. You pleaded to him, begged him, did everything you could to encourage him to keep going, please. Just another minute. ‘I’m so close’. But he didn’t even have time to stop, the wave crashing over you as the last ‘please’ left your lips and all you could hear was ringing in your ears and the sound of him grunting through each perfect squeeze of your walls around him.

And suddenly you heard something new. A breathy sort of noise intermixed with ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ as his thrusts grew less calculated. Almost sloppy. His hips jerking with every thrust until he couldn’t stall any longer.

“Come on, Papí. Come for me…” you breathed, certain you were tearing the sheets at this point while your cunt pulsed around him, still coming yourself.

Papí. That was all it took for him to fill you, painting your walls as his fingernails dug crescents into your thighs. You laid there, chest heaving as the two of you shared a blissful moment, eyes locked in the realization of what had just happened. And then, as if to dispel the little voice of worry in the back of your mind, he let your legs down gently and climbed up beside you, taking your face into his hands and kissing you. It wasn’t a particularly passionate kiss, but it was perfect for that moment. Perfect enough to ease that budding anxiety.

“We should do that again…” he whispered into your ear, breaking the tension in the air as you burst into a laugh.

“I was thinking the very same thing.”

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daddyhausen · 11 months

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hey, could you do prompt 24 from the dialogue list with damian priest, please? 💓💓

• playful — damian priest •

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{ summary } — despite your desperate attempt to not be late for work, damian decides to mess with you

{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 177

{ pairing } — fem!reader x damian priest

{ genre } — fluff

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{ 24 } — “i’m going to strangle you”, “you can’t even reach my neck”

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you chased him around the living room

although adoring the deep rumble of his laughter

you did not want to be late for your meeting

“damian i swear to god, i’m going to strangle you!”

in his hand he dangled your bra, high enough so that it was just out of reach of your grasp

“c’mon give me my bra back, you bastard!”

“firstly, you can’t even reach my neck” he began

“secondly, you’re gonna have to come and get it”

his taunts proved futile to your efforts, having to jump to even attempt reaching it

“if i’m late because of you, i’m going to kill you”

“c’mon mami, we both know they look so much better without it”

in an attempt to cup the swell of your breasts in his large palm

he let his guard down, allowing you to finally grab your bra from his grasp

“that’s it, you ain’t getting nothing tonight”

he furrowed his eyebrows in faux sadness, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind

“you can be so cruel to me sometimes”

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keekee-23 · 10 months

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Stormy Night

- A Y/N and Damian Priest short story

*I did another one! 🥴* *I can't help it, I love Damian Priest, lol*

You and Damian Priest had been the best of friends for as long as either of them could remember. You both had been with each other through thick and thin, through good times and bad, and every special occasion was shared between them. But tonight, for the first time, you both were under the same roof, alone.

It had been a tumultuous week in the city, with the torrential rain flooding several homes in the area. Damian's was one of them, and you had offered him a place to stay until the storm had passed. He had hesitated at first, not wanting to impose, but you insisted, and so here he was.

You two spent the evening talking, watching movies, eating snacks, playing games, and catching up on old times.

However, this night was different. The sky had darkened by the time you both had gone to bed and rumblings of thunder rolled through the air. It seemed that a storm was coming.

You awoke with a start, suddenly aware that something was wrong. You looked out the window and saw lightning flashing across the sky. You were shaking and feeling scared, so you decided to go to Damian's room.

As you crossed the threshold into Damian's room, you were met with the gentle light of the moon streaming in from the window.

He was sleeping peacefully, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. You stood at the foot of the bed, observing him for a moment. His face was so peaceful; it was almost serene.

You cleared your throat, not wanting to wake him, but your voice was still soft.

"Damian?" You asked tentatively, your body tensing as you waited for his response.

He stirred slightly and opened his eyes, blinking heavily to adjust to the light. He smiled when he saw you standing there.

"Y/N, what's up?" He asked, his voice still groggy from sleep.

You hesitated, not sure how to say what you wanted to. You took a deep breath and spoke.

"I… I was just wondering if… if it would be okay if I… slept with you?"

Damian's eyes widened in surprise, and you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You hadn't meant to blurt it out like that, but you had been too scared to say it any other way. You didn't want to seem too forward.

Damian sat up in the bed and looked at you for a moment. You could feel your heart racing as you waited for his response.

“Of course,” he said finally, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “Come here,” Damian said as he moved over, making room for you.

You felt a wave of relief wash over yourself. You smiled and thanked him before sliding into the bed next to him.

The lightning illuminated the space with a sudden flash, painting deep shadows over everything. Your body shook from your fear of the unknown, and then Damian moved his strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You settled into his embrace, and feeling the peace that came with it.

For his part, Damian was in heaven, holding the woman whom he had longed for in his arms. The feelings he had harbored for you had been growing for some time, but he had never summoned up the courage to tell you.

As you switched positions, you looked at Damian and was startled to see that he was looking at you intently, a strange expression on his face.

“What?” Y/N asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Damian shook his head and smiled, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Nothing,” he said, his voice low and soft. “I just realized how much I like you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat and suddenly the fear was replaced by something else entirely. You looked up at Damian, barely daring to breathe, as he leaned forward and kissed you.

The kiss was slow and gentle at first, and then it deepened with a passion that you had never felt before. You felt your body respond to his in ways you couldn’t have imagined, and suddenly the fear and tension were gone as you felt yourself getting swept away in the moment.

When the kiss was over, Damian pulled away and looked into your eyes, his own filled with emotion.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he said, his voice trembling. “I think I’ve been in love with you for years.”

You felt tears come to your eyes as the truth of his words sunk in. You had been in love with Damian for a long time too, and now that you both had finally admitted it to each other, it felt like all the pieces of their puzzle were finally coming together.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

In that moment, the storm outside seemed a million miles away, and all that mattered was the two of you, together in each other's arms. Damian lowered his head and kissed you again, his passion increasing with each passing second.

He pulled away and began to unbutton your shirt, his hands trembling with desire. You felt your own desire rising, and you reached out to begin undoing his clothes as well. You could feel his heart pounding against your skin and the heat radiating from his body.

With trembling hands, you both finished undressing each other and Damian pulled you closer, his hands exploring your body. You gasped as his hardness pressed against you, and he slowly began to enter you. You felt your body come alive with each thrust, and you clawed at his back as you both moved together.

Moans and groans filled the room, and soon the movements became feverish as you both clung to each other. You felt herself reaching the edge and you cried out as your pleasure reached its peak. Damian followed moments later, and you both fell into each other's arms, spent.

As the storm outside slowly faded away, you and Damian lay in each other's arms, content in knowing that their love was real.

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claymorexpunisher · 8 months

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Voices Like Honey (18+ One Shot)

Pairing(s): Fem Reader/Damian Priest/Roman Reigns

Summary: Reader enters Liberacion looking for stress relief and light smut ensues.

Tags/TWs: 18+, acousticophilia, voyeurism, praise and humiliation kink(if you blink), first time kinkster, consensual kink, Liberacion AU.

DISCLAIMER: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try my best to tag things accordingly so use your own discretion when reading my work.

Word Count: 628

Acousticophilia- sexual arousal by sound or music.

Voyeurism: the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.

There were butterflies running rampant in my stomach from the second I set foot through the doors of the hottest BDSM and Kink club in town, Liberacion, and all throughout the moment I was guided into one of the tastefully decorated rooms in the club that I had rented for the night.

I knew the basics of what was about to happen but still, my heart pounded in my chest.

I was to lay down on the bed and when the light above the bedroom door turned green, I was to grab the phone placed on the bedside table. I was promised that the men who would greet me on the other line were specifically handpicked for my specific desires and that both men were watching my every move from the room next door. And I was assured that I wouldn’t be disappointed…

As the seconds ticked by, the anticipation began to climb as did my arousal. I pressed my thighs together as my sensitive clit began to throb at just the thought of what was to come.

I had never done anything like this before and I was kind of grateful that I was actually approached by the owner of the club who just happens to be a witch. She didn’t do it in a creepy way, but it was clear to her that I wasn’t going to take the reins of my pleasure myself.

The second the light turned green, I felt a flicker of uncertainty, but I moved past it and I picked up the phone…

“Hola, hermosa…”I heard a man purr through the phone.

“You ready for us, babygirl?” I heard another man say. Both men had voices that felt like butter and warm smoke that kissed my entire body.

Fuck. I knew I wasn’t gonna last very long… but cumming right this very second would be incredibly embarrassing. And such a waste. No, I… I wanted to savor this for as long as I could.

Or, for as long as I had paid for, really.

“Y-yes.” I responded, my voice breathy to my own ears. My chest heaved up and down softly as I let the deep and melodic tones of the strange men’s voices wash over me.

“We can see that, beautiful.” One of the men chuckled huskily again and my entire body came alive. Unable to resist, I slowly brought one of my hands down between my legs and I rubbed the sensitive little nub filled with nerves that was crying out for attention.

“There ya go, muñequita. Good girl… look at you, giving us a show.” One of the two men said through a rumbling chuckle.. I could only guess he was Puerto Rican and my back nearly arched off the bed as his voice hit my ears once again. I couldn’t do anything more than whimper in response as the pads of my fingers rubbed along my wet folds and swirled over my clit again and again until my thighs began to tremble.

“We’ve already started and you’re already close, uh, babygirl?” The other man said, light amusement coloring his voice.

God I could barely see straight… holy shit why hadn’t I done this sooner?!

“Mierda, it’s a shame this is only a phone call… slide those pretty fingers inside you, hermosa.”

“Yeah, cum for us, baby. We know you want to.”

I was practically riding my hand at this point, whatever hesitations I felt initially, had melted away the more these men's voices went on and intermingled to create a beautiful melody that brought me closer and closer to the stars…

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qosbaez · 1 month

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Poly!judgementday x rhea (-JD) . The boys take rhea to Disneyland because she never went before, when they get free time. They were having fun, but the trip had to get cut short because rhea felt overwhelmed by the many fans comeing up to her. To cheer her up, they cuddled and watch movies at home.

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Disney || The Judgement Day

Summary: The boys take Rhea to Dinseyland. The trip doesn't go quite as planned.

Rhea had never been to Disneyland before, and when Damian, Dominik, and Finn found out, they knew they had to change that. So, they planned a surprise trip to the magical kingdom for her, eager to show her the wonders of the park.

As they entered Disneyland, Rhea's eyes widened in wonder at the sight of the castle towering majestically before them. The boys grinned at her excitement, thrilled to be sharing this experience with her.

For hours, they wandered through the park, riding roller coasters, meeting Disney characters, and indulging in all the delicious treats Disneyland had to offer. The laughter and joy were infectious as they reveled in the magic of the happiest place on Earth.

But as the day wore on, the crowds grew thicker, and Rhea began to feel overwhelmed by the constant attention from fans who recognized her. She tried to put on a brave face, but the anxiety gnawed at her, threatening to dampen the magic of the day.

Sensing her distress, Damian, Dominik, and Finn immediately sprang into action, guiding her to a quieter area of the park where they could regroup. They found a secluded bench tucked away beneath the shade of a towering tree, far from the hustle and bustle of the crowds.

"Are you okay, Rhea?" Damian asked, concern etched on his features as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Rhea nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just...feeling a bit overwhelmed. I'm sorry, guys. I didn't mean to ruin the day."

Finn shook his head, a warm smile lighting up his face. "You haven't ruined anything, Rhea. We just want to make sure you're okay."

Dominik nodded in agreement, his expression filled with understanding. "We can always come back another time. Right now, let's focus on making sure you're comfortable."

With a collective sigh of relief, they decided to call it a day at Disneyland. But instead of feeling disappointed, Rhea felt grateful for the unwavering support of her friends.

Back at home, they transformed the living room into a cozy haven, piling onto the couch with blankets and pillows. They cuddled up together, Rhea nestled between Damian, Dominik, and Finn, as they scrolled through their movie options.

As the opening credits rolled, the tension melted away, replaced by a sense of contentment and camaraderie. With her friends by her side, Rhea knew that even the most overwhelming days could be turned into cherished memories, filled with laughter, love, and the magic of friendship.

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 3 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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madhatterbri · 8 days

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Lucky | D.P.

Summary: Can you please write a Damian Priest X Fem Reader Fluff Story?! Anything Comforting is okay

Author's Note: Heavily inspired by what my husband told me Friday night. 🥺

Requested by @brideofinfamy

@theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms

The drive home felt like forever. The miles felt longer the closer she drove home. Her playlist of their favorite songs soothed her aching heart. Y/N couldn't get home fast enough to him.

Y/N had been gone from home for a week. She wasn't used to leaving her boyfriend behind. Usually, it was him that would be gone for long periods of time for work. This new change caused her to have trouble adjusting.

She pulled into the driveway and parked her car. Damian was still at the gym with Finn. Disappointed but she understood he was finally achieving his dream. He needed to keep in tip-top shape.

Y/N started her laundry to keep herself busy. He texted that he was on the way home. She started dinner for them. Anything to keep busy so the minutes didn't feel like hours. His car pulled into the driveway. One last inspection on her appearance before he opened the door.

The lovers shared a kiss and hugged once he closed the front door. They stayed in each other's arms. She had to blink back tears. Slowly, they parted so she could finish dinner.

Dinner came and went with talk about their week. Despite them talking and texting on the phone all day, they still had stories to share about their week apart.

"What?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Damian left to take a shower. She placed the dirty dishes in the washer and packed the rest of the food. Y/N went to the bedroom and changed to her pajamas. She laid on her side of the bed and scrolled through her phone.

Her boyfriend walked inside the bedroom and smiled at her. He walked to her side of the bed. She smiled and scooted over so he could lay between her and the edge of the bed. He rested his head on her sboulder and stared at her with a cheesy smile on his face.

"I just missed you, and I'm lucky to have you," he whispered and kissed her lips softly before engulfing her in a tight hug.

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Clingy: Damian Priest

WWE Masterlist

word count: 540

description: You overhear some comments about how clingy you are with Damian so you back off out of fear but end up pushing Damian away in the process.

Damian knew something was up with you and so did all your friends. Every time he tried to touch you would either wig out or not respond to it like you usually do, he assumed that he must have done something to upset you. You, on the other hand, had done nothing but overthink about some of the comments you heard from a few mean girls like Eva and Carmella, and then the Twitter comments only seemed to confirm what they were saying so you backed off not wanting to annoy Damian but not realizing you were pushing him away.

It had been nearly three weeks since this happened and Damian has had enough of this. He made his way upstairs to yall's shared room where you had been quiet reading for the past hour and took a seat on the bed which made you look up at him.

“My love, can we talk?" He asked gently placing a hand on your leg.

"Sure, what's up?" You ask closing your book and setting it on the table.

"I was hoping that we could talk about what's been going on between us?" He said looking at you.

“What's there to talk about?" You said pretending not to know what he was referring to.

"The past three weeks! You have barely let me touch or show any type of affection in public, or when I do, you ignore me. Did I do something and not remember? Because if I did, I'm sorry." He says making your heart hurt as you realized how much you had been hurting him.

"It's not you....it's me and god it's really stupid because I didn't think it would've affected me this long." You said.

"Sweetheart, what's going on?" He asked looking at you concerned.

"Umm the resident mean girls who normally don't bother me, well I overheard them talking about how clingy I was with you and how annoyed you seemed by it, and I thought I would just forget about it but then I went on Twitter and saw some of the same comments so I figured that maybe I was annoying you by being upon you 24/7 but didn't think it would affect me this long." You said on the verge of tears.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Sweetheart, I love that physical touch is one of your love languages. Do you know how long it's been since I had someone show me that much physical touch the way you do?" He said.

"Really?" You asked kinda shocked.

"Of Course, trust me I would've told you if I thought you constantly being with me was annoying me or whatever but it doesn't, in fact, one of my favorite things that you do is when you're cold instead of grabbing a blanket, you snuggle into me." He said reaching for your hand.

"I'm sorry." You said.

"It's alright. Just promise you will come to talk to me next time something's bothering you?" He asked as you nodded your head before wrapping your arms around him.

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buckysdolls · 11 months

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Bodyguard

Damian Priest Oneshot

TW: Not a lot lol, some kissing now and then.

Summary: Reader ends up hurt somehow during the match like she took a hit during the match (not a tag team match) and protective judgment day but mostly protective Damian.

A/N: Thank you for the prompt @judgementdayfan1

Also, shall I make a Damian Priest series? PLEASE COMMENT YES OR NO!

You'd worked so tirelessly for this moment, fighting for the Raw Women’s Championship. The management had entrusted you with being a part of the Judgement Day and to utilise it to your advantage seeing as management were high on them. Being part of the Judgement Day had soared you to heights you never expected both professionally and personally. As soon as you joined the stable Damian took you under his wing, you felt at times he had become your personal bodyguard, during matches he was there to protect you, obviously as part of the storyline. When dues who you’d rejected kept trying to flirt with you he was always ready to tell them to jog on or scare them off, both wrestling guys, fans and random memebers of the public. It made you think, if he was protecting you from other guys was there a reaosn for it? You couldn't deny how handsome he was and how you wouldn’t say no to anything that may happen with him. But underneath all that you were just so thankful to be able to learn from a veteran like him. As soon as Priest was informed about a new person joining The Judgment Day he was hesitant, he didn’t really think the group needed a new member. When he was told it was you he quickly ate his words, he liked you. You were already estbalished in the business and knew what you were doing so he knew you wolnd’t ruin The Judgement Day’s rep. The both of you had communicated before, whenever he visited the performance centre you’d always exchange greetings and a light hearted conversation. He always liked your ínstagram pictures and occasionally left a flirty comment or emoji.

So naturally when you joined the group he continued to flirt and as time grew… he was besotted with you. He admired your work ethic, most importantly he worshipped who you were as a person. He idolised how sweet and kind-hearted you were, nobody backstage had a bad word to say about you. The first time he kissed you you didn't want to act on your desires, you didn't want it to ruin your chances of success.

The second time was harder to resist, he had you alone and cornered in the men's locker room. One hand hoisting up your leg as he whispered how stunning you were into your ear. The nervous jitters of getting caught redhanded had been swept away by the confidence that Priest gave you when you were around him.

"If I could take you right here and now…" Priest ran his fingers down your chest until he reached the laces on your gear, slowly untying it and licking his lips as he cauht sight of your cleavege.

"Why don't you hmm?" Every moment spent with him only increased your willingness to be daring and free. Priest had brought a different side out of you, that's why in moments like this with Damian you surprised yourself.

"Think you can handle me?" His low guttural whisper sent electric shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes soaking up every kiss that he tenderly planted across your neck and roaming down to your chest causing you to groan in pleasure. By the third, fourth and fifth time it became quite obvious to other people that you and Damian were probably now exclusive as you didn't try to hide it anymore. He was happy walking around with your hand in his, his arm over your shoulder or around your waist.

Priest, Balor, Dom they were all proud of you for reaching this moment of your career. The match was running smoothly, the crowd was lapping it up, Rhea was playing her sordid role, perfectly helping you out at certain points when the ref was looking away. That was until it went black for you. Rhea winced as she had a front row seat at you landing on your head. She observed closely by leaning on the apron and noticed there wasn't much movement on your end. As Damian watched backstage he had a feeling from Rhea's face that perhaps something wasn't right, it wasn't until he locked eyes with Hunter who wore a worried face that he knew something wasn't right.

"Refs thrown up the X" Priest heard management called out as it came through their ear piece. Priest sprung into action about to walk through the curtains. Balor instantly held him back worried how Priest's reaction would reflect upon their storyline.

"Don't break kayfabe"

"I'm not leaving her out there alone" Priest removed Finn's hand that held him back. He turned to Hunter and offered him a pleading look.

"Rhea's got her" Finn attempted on keeping Priest level headed.

"Go. We can work it into the JD storyline" Hunter's words had barely left his lips as Damian sprinted through the curtains, down the ramp and sliding into the ring to be next to you. As soon as Rhea saw Damian she too joined in the ring. Rhea in role approached Bianca, your opponent, and squared up to her to allow the medical team and Pries to bring you around.The ref informed Rhea to attack Bianca to allow Bianca to win Via DQ.

Priest waited for the doctor's confirmation that he could carry you in his arms to the back, as the cameras followed Rhea and Priest continued to stay in role, to make it seem part of the programme for those watching at home. You didn't know what had happened until you woke up in the medical room. The squeeze you felt on your hand is what helped you to refocus your blurred eyesight. It was Damian's hand in yours, just knowing he was with you squashed some of your worries.

"What happened?" You groaned in discomfort, Damian shhh'd you, brushing your hair away from your face. You’d hardly seen Damian be so soft before, you were used to his tough guy, flirty persona. Priest was concerned about you, he’d never really loved anyone as hard as he did you.

"You had an accident in the ring. Doctors say it's a concussion” Priest lingered his lips on your forehead after he kissed it.

"Yeah, I do feel sick you know” breathing heavily you slowly sat up with the assist from Damian. He perched on the end of the medical bed sitting in front of you soothingly rubbing your leg.

"You still look sexy in a concussed state"

"You don't need to give me sympathy compliments" You frowned, stroking your temples.

"I'm serious!" Priest widened his eyes. Your puppy dog eyes and frown only made Priest chuckle.

“Have they said how long, I’ll be out for?”

“Four weeks”

“Four weeks!” your mouth hung open before you slowly leant forward leaning your head on Damian’s chest wallowing in your own self pity. This would be the first time in over a year you took that much time off from work.

“You need to recover, if you throw yourself in you’ll cause more damage” Priest muscels wraaped around you, and as he did you adjusted yourself so you were sat on Priest, your legs wrapped around his midsection, like a koala bear clinging to its tree. You huffed the most loud and dramtic sigh.

“The time will fly by. And it’s only four weeks of non-contact, you’ll still be able to be out in the ring during props and at rigside.” All that left your mouth was grumpy ‘mmm’

The door creaked open, Rhea, Balor and Dom all popped their heads round with a mixture of relieved and anxious faces. You instantly smiled at them in an attempt to tranquil their minds.

“I’m alive” You rolled your eyes, continuing to smile. You and Priest unravelled yoursleves from each other up to allow the others to get closer to you, Rhea instantly engulfed you in a hug.

“Yo, she’s delicate” Priest playfully called out as Rhea’s hug almost winded you.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so glad you’re okay. Dude, it was so hard to contain my panic face and not break character out there”

The four of them stuck around with you until the medical team allowed you to go.

"C'mon, let's go. You can watch me sprint down the ramp to check on you and see the pure worry on my face" You leaned into Priest for not only support but for a hug. The comfort he brought you when you were in his embrace made you feel like you were at home. The other three joined in with the hug, having them made you feel lucky to be a part of this small little family.

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