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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.

Hi 🌚 first time request from a friendly reader!

Could you do a Damian Priest as Santa smutty one shot? 🤭

Masquerade // Damian Priest x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hi, I saw this wayyyy too late for Christmas so instead we’re taking on New Year’s! This one is soooo long (my bad) but I really love this idea and hope y’all do too. Happy reading!

Plot -> A mystery man and a mystery woman cross paths for the first time, or is it? 

Pairings -> Damian Priest x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Angst, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Hickies, Oral Sex (Fem!Receiving), Papi Kink, Unprotected P in V, Public Sex, Creampie, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.4k

Sounds of bass thumping instantly filled your ears as you walked towards the entrance of the large house in front of you, wearing a shimmering gown that hugged your curves in all the right ways. You had been invited to a New Year’s Eve party by your best friend, Damian, but this wasn’t just any party. The host this year evidently wanted to switch things up so instead of the typical New Year’s party they decided to go with a theme, which was why an intricate silver mask adorned your face and hid your identity- the theme was masquerade. You reached the steps, pulling your phone out of your clutch and checking your texts, seeing a message from Damian sent about 5 minutes ago:

“I’ll keep an eye out for you tonight. I know you well enough that a mask won’t hide you from me 😉”

Your thumbs pressed the screen typing out a witty reply, but before you could press send your screen turned black. Shit, you cursed to yourself. You stared at the dead phone in your hands for a moment, thinking back to your preparations from earlier in the evening and scolding yourself for not thinking about putting your phone on the charger before you came. Shaking your head, you slipped your phone back into your clutch and headed inside, showing the invitation to the security at the door. The house was insane, you had never stepped foot in something so nice before, and the fact that you were here without Damian made it all the more nerve-wracking for you. Nothing a drink can’t fix though, right? Your eyes scanned the room looking for any sign of alcohol and spotted a bar at the other end of the room, adjusting the mask on your eyes and walking to it. The room buzzed around you, groups of people talking amongst each other, people dancing in the center, and music playing loudly over the speakers. You reached the bar and sat down, ordering a glass of champagne and watching the party around you until your eyes locked on a figure standing across the room from you, holding a glass of champagne himself and leaning against a pillar. The two of you stare at each other for what feels like a century and you swear the party surrounding you fades entirely, almost as if it were just the two of you. Seeing no sign of Damian anywhere and feeling bold, you stood up from the stool and walked over to him, your hips swaying as he continued to stare you down.

“You know, people either hide in the shadows because they’re looking for something or they want to come off as mysterious. So what might you be hiding?” You grinned at the man in front of you, teasing him with your words. He laughs, a smirk lining his lips as he speaks.

“A bit of both,” the man sipped his drink before continuing, “I could say the same about you. Are you always this bold, or is the mask talking for you?” 

You lean closer to him, lowering your voice. “Maybe it’s the mask… or maybe I’m just intrigued.”

“Intrigued, huh?” His finger traces the fluke in your hand, maintaining eye contact with you. “You might be too curious for your own good.”

A playful look crosses your face as you lean closer to him, your lips brushing his ear. “I’m just getting started. But if you don’t wanna play then…”

He laughs, clearly amused. “Who said I didn’t wanna play? I’ll go as far as you let me… so long as you can keep up.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can. But can you handle me?”

The tone in the man’s voice changes, laced with something deeper. Desire. He leans in, his arm brushing yours as he whispers in your ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart. I’d be careful if I were you…”

“Maybe I like a bit of danger,” your voice rang low in his ears, daring him to make a move. And he did, scanning you from head to toe before extending a hand for you to take. You obliged, wrapping your fingers around the rough surface of his palm as he guided you to the dance floor, pulling you closer to him as those same hands found their way to your waist. The heat radiates between you as your bodies sway to the beat of the music. 

“You’re not too bad at this,” you smirk at him.

“Not bad? I was hoping for resounding praise.”  His tone teases, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“Alright, let’s not get carried away,” you laugh softly.

“What if I want to?” His eyes lock onto yours and send a shiver down your spine. All of a sudden, it’s just the two of you in this room. You realize you’re completely drawn to him in this moment, drawn to the mystery of the man before you. The thrill and the danger ignites something deep inside you, something you weren’t expecting to feel tonight. You’re brought back to reality by the sound of the crowd roaring around you, counting down to midnight. A fire burns between you with every count down to zero, and the mystery man you’ve been accompanied by all night leans down to you, his lips hovering over your own.

Five. “I think I have to kiss you.”

Four. “You think?” You tease.

Three. He tilts your head by your chin, his lips dangerously close to brushing yours.

Two. The electricity between you is intense, the anticipation growing with each passing second. His eyes are dark as they start into your own, flickering between them and your lips.

Before the last second he closes the gap between you, kissing you with a passion that takes the air out of your lungs. The kiss is deep, intense, and filled with something that you clearly can’t deny as you finally part, leaving you both breathless and momentarily stunned. 

“I never caught your name,” he smiles. 

“Why don’t we start with the masks?” You laugh, nerves slowly take over as you respond. The both of you hesitate momentarily, reaching up to remove the coverings from your faces, a slight nervousness overtaking you. Shock sets in instantly as you slowly reveal your identities to each other, realizing you knew very well who had captured your undivided attention all evening… in fact, you knew too well.

“D-Damian?”

“Y/N?” Damian smiles, a soft chuckle erupting from his chest. “I can’t believe we didn’t realize sooner, some friends we are right?” 

Your soft smile falters slightly, unconsciously dropping at the mention of you being just friends. Your mind was in a daze, having trouble wrapping your head around the fact that the man who drew you in so easily, captivated you, consumed your thoughts all evening– made you crave him in more ways than one was, in fact, your best friend. Suddenly you didn’t want to hear him call you his ‘friend’, and maybe that’s something you’ve been trying to suppress for a while, but now it was impossible to ignore. 

“Yeah…” you mumbled, “friends.” Damian’s brows furrowed at your sudden change in demeanor, his smile also faltering in an attempt to read you.

“Y/N…”

“I need some air...” You brushed past him quickly, retreating before he could follow you– leaving him alone on the dance floor.

After wandering around the house for a while, trying to find somewhere secluded, you stumbled upon a private balcony. You stepped outside, the cool and crisp air pricking your skin instantly as you held onto the railing and tried to calm your breathing. Tears brimmed your eyes as you replayed the events of this evening in your mind, from the conversation to the dancing to the kiss. The kiss. How could you not have known it was Damian? How could you have let this happen? And why did you want it to happen again, and again, and again? 

Damian’s words replayed in your head as a stray tear landed on your cheek– no. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t hide anymore. You wanted Damian, and tonight solidified it. And for a moment, when neither knew who the other was, you knew he did too. You knew he felt it too– that spark, that desire, that need. It was in the way his lips brushed against your ear as he teased you, in the possessive way his hands would find your waist, in the way his lips found yours with such passion and need. And now that you were no longer behind a mask, it was back to ‘just friends’. Back to ‘normal.’ But you knew it would never be ‘normal’ again.

“Y/N,” you were pulled from your thoughts by Damian, who from the sound of him catching his breath sounded like he had been running around the entire house trying to find you. You wiped your face, trying to hide that you had been crying, and spoke up.

“Leave me alone, Dames.” You refused to look at him, staring out at the garden below the balcony, trying to distance yourself from him.

“Y/N, please, talk to me.” He reached for you, his hand brushing your arm, but you swatted it away and turned towards him.

“I said leave me alone, Damian.” Your voice was more stern as you turned to face him, your eyes tinted with red and giving away that you had been crying. Damian’s worried gaze softens as he notices, a pang in his chest growing as he knows he’s responsible.

“Y/N, you know I can’t do that–”

“You’re gonna have to.” You tried to move away from him but he stops you in your tracks, searching your face.

“No! No, Y/N, I won’t. Something’s bothering you… was it the kiss?” You grow quiet, looking down at your feet as to try to avoid having to discuss it but Damian doesn’t let that happen. “Was the kiss not good? What’s going on, Y/N? Please, talk to me. I wanna know what’s wrong…”

“No, the kiss was great. I mean–” you shake the thought out of your head, trying to correct yourself. “The kiss was fine.”

“So what’s the issue? I–” Damian’s face lights up as realization hits him.

“That’s the issue, Dames. It shouldn’t have been that good. We’re friends–”

“But you don’t want that…” Damian studies you as you grow quiet again. He lifts your chin and your eyes flutter closed, not wanting to look at him. “And I don’t want that either.”

Your eyes open at his confession, wide as they search for his. If your head wasn’t spinning before, it sure was now as you tried to make sense of what was happening. He’s not serious, right?

“I am,” he chuckled. Shit, did I say that out loud? Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he continues. “I’ve felt that way for a long time now… I don’t want to go back to how it was before, Y/N– I don’t think either of us want to.” “But you sa–”

“Fuck what I said,” he whispers. “I’ve been hiding how I feel for too damn long. Being with you tonight, albeit under a mask, was the best night of my life…” he thinks about his words, almost reminiscing the events from earlier as he spoke. “To be able to kiss you, flirt with you, touch you how I’ve wanted to for so long… I’ll be damned if I give that up. And something tells me you don’t want me to either.” He eyes you carefully, watching as you take in this revelation from him and, in his mind, pleading with you to feel the same.

“I don’t…” you mumble, your voice lower than a whisper– nearly inaudible.

“I can’t hear you, darling, tell me what you want.” He lifts your chin again, wanting to hear what he’s been dying to hear for months finally fall from your lips. 

“You, Dame,” you whisper, a little louder than before. “I want you.”

His lips crash into yours hard, making you stumble backward and hit your back on the railing of the balcony. You hiss at the cool metal touching your skin, allowing him entrance and his tongue to dominate your mouth. His hands find your sides, turning you around and pulling your body into his. His mouth finds your neck just under your right ear, sucking and biting on the skin as one arm keeps you pressed against him– his hardening cock grinding on your ass, and the other dancing up your spine and finding the zipper of your dress. He slowly drags it down your back, his fingers sending chills throughout your body and a familiar ache to your core. 

“D-Dames,” you moan quietly, his mouth pressing wet kisses along your jaw, “S-someone could s-see us..”

“Let them.” He growled in your ear, “I’m not leaving this party, this balcony, until I get what’s mine.” You whimpered, his words sending a pool of wetness to the place you craved him most. You let the dress pool at your ankles, now topless in only a pair of lace panties– the cool January air hardening your nipples upon contact. You instinctively cover your breasts, feeling completely exposed to not just Damian but to any potential onlookers vying for a show. 

“Uh, uh,” Damian’s hands removed your arms from your chest, “you don’t get to hide from me anymore, you understand? I wanna see you, all of you.” You nod, letting your arms drop to their sides and allowing him to take you in completely. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful, Y/N. I’m in awe of you, baby girl.” You blush for what seemed to be the millionth time this evening as he reconnects your lips, slower and more passionate than the last. Damian wanted you to feel what he felt for you, packaged up in a singular kiss, as his lips massaged yours deeply and lovingly now. He began to work down your body, dropping to his knees to come face to face with your throbbing core– dripping and aching all for him. 

“Sweetheart, you’re a mess… who’s got you like this, hmm?” You whined, involuntary bucking your hips towards him in an attempt to get him to touch you. 

“Please…”

“Gotta answer me first,” he smirked below you, loving how needy he had you. How you were completely and utterly his in this moment. 

“You…” you mumbled.

“Louder, darling, I can’t hear you.” Cockiness oozed from his voice, knowing he had you right where he wanted you and that you– nor anyone else, could take that away from him.”

“Y-you, Dames, fuck– please. I need yo– oh fuck.” Your eyes roll back as his tongue licks through your folds, placing open-mouth kisses along your pussy as he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder and ravaged you with his mouth. His tongue swirled along your entrance as the tip of his nose brushed your clit, sending volts of pleasure coursing through your body. You held onto the railing of the balcony behind you, keeping yourself as balanced as you could while Damian was eating you so good your knees were beginning to give way. Damian moaned against you, the sweet taste of your wetness settling on his taste buds and driving him to taste more of it. Your orgasm inched closer with every flick of his tongue, every moan that vibrated against your throbbing core, and you were a blubbering mess for the man on his knees before you who had every intention of worshipping your body like the temple it is– but not yet.

Damian pulls away suddenly, almost knowing you were on the brink of release as you cried out in response, pleads for him falling from your swollen lips.

“Shhh, don’t worry, baby, I gotchu. Papi’s gonna take real good care of you, I promise. But right now, he needs his pussy…” you shivered once more, somehow growing more turned on than before at his words. Him claiming you. Making you his. “Is that what you want, baby? Want Papi to fuck you good, right here where everyone can see how good you look all fucked out for me?”

“Dames, please…”

“Use your words, princess. Let Papi know what his baby girl needs.”

“I–” Your words caught in your throat, overwhelmed by the prior stimulation and the smooth but sinister way of his words. “I w-want you to fuck me, Papi. Please…” With a sudden movement Damian spins you around, bending you over the railing as your chest presses against the cool metal. Behind you, you hear the sound of him undoing his belt and dropping his clothing to the ground, joining them in a pile with your dress before feeling his hard member tease your entrance. 

“Tell me you need me again, baby, please.” His demand almost sounds desperate, like he himself is holding back his own moans at the thought of you desperate for him.

“I– I need you, Dame. Please, baby, please fuck me. Right he– mmm…”

He slips inside you with a moan of his own, groaning as he feels your walls tighten around his length. He slowly pushes himself deeper inside you, allowing you to adjust but also loving the cries coming out of your mouth as he stretches you around him.

“Fuck, Y/N, so tight f’me, baby… shit. Taking me so well, sweetheart.” Your pussy flutters around him, a groan slipping from his lips as he slowly pulls out and thrusts himself back in, going slow so he can pay attention to how tight your walls are squeezing his cock– but also how your face contorts with every movement of his hips.

“F-faster, please..” And that was all Damian needed, a signal that you were ready for more of him. His hips sped up movement as he thrusted into you from behind, the force jolting your body with every snap of his hips as you cry out in pleasure. His hands hold your hips for leverage, kneading the skin roughly enough that surely bruises would form by tomorrow morning– but you didn’t care. You were drunk, not on champagne but on the feeling of his cock inside you driving deeper and deeper into you, a feeling of euphoria that you never wanted to escape. A hand of his came forward to your clit and rubbed slow circles on the swollen bud, making you instantly tighten around him and cry out his name for all who could possibly hear it. You were close, there was no denying it, and you were prepared to coat his length in your desire for him– only him, and he knew it too.

“I feel you, princess. Go ahead, cum for me. Wanna feel you, baby.” Your release washed over you with force as your body grew limp, your orgasm consuming all the energy left in your body to give to Damian and Damian alone. Your pussy clenched around him as he continued to buck his hips inside you, the sounds of his thrust mixed with your juices echoing outside as he approached his own release.

“Y/N, f-fuck, I’m close, baby girl… gonna fuck this pussy full of my cum… shit.”

“C-cum for me, Papi, let me have every last drop. G-give it to me…” You whimpered in between thrusts and not long after he followed suit, releasing ropes of his cum along your walls and filling you completely– just like he said he would. He brings you upright and wraps his arms around you, holding onto you as his orgasm hits him and finding your lips once more for another passionate kiss. The two of you stay there for a moment, lips locked and fully exposed as you ride out your orgasms together. A few moments pass and your position remains the same, but your attention gets drawn to the grounds below– where guests are leaving the party and heading home for the evening. You stare at each other, wide-eyed, and laugh– collecting your clothing and dashing inside so as to not get caught by any of the guests.

“So, my place?” You smile and nod at Damian, who merely an hour ago had been a stranger in a mask but was now no longer a mystery. You didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, shit, you didn’t know what would transpire after you leave here but one thing is for certain: now, there’s no hiding it.

Hiii can I request a Damian Priest smut where him and the reader are Friends With Benefits but she lets it slip she wants more and at first he says something like "you knew what this was" but after watching a match of hers go wrong he realizes he does want more with her, eventual happy ending 🫶😊

damian priest x reader

‼️smut so stay away kids, a little bit of angst too, panic attack at the mention of being hurt (hope it makes sense) + rhea and drew are mentioned as well

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated

can’t stand to see you go

“oh shit right there…” you moaned into damian’s ear as he was pounding into you in a sensual but firm way. his hands on the headboard while your hands were leaving marks on his back - not that the cared.

“just like that?” he smirked, watching your blissful face.

“yes - oh fuck…” you kept moaning. your moans were music for his ears.

everytime you spent the night together, he always tried new things, new positions and you honestly had no idea such positions were even a thing.

and if someone told you, four months ago, that you would start a friends with benefits type of thing with damian priest, you probably would have started laughing. it was no secret that you liked damian, everyone knew except him.

one night, after a successful night for both of you, the judgment day asked you to join them for some celebration and you agreed. damian offered you to bring you back that night as he was staying in the same hotel you were staying at. so, due to the fact that you were too drunk, he was too drunk, you ended up sleeping together.

you couldn’t deny that it was the best night of your life and the worst part is that damian wasn’t even embarrassed as much as you. when you woke up next to him, naked from head to toe, you couldn’t even bare to look at him.

you weren’t someone for a causal hookup. you were passionate and a romantic person, you loved loving and so everything was new for you but damian made sure to reassure you that what happened wouldn’t have changed your relationship.

so you agreed to stop.

but then he won at wrestlemania and he asked you to celebrate with him and the same thing happened again.

you couldn’t stay away from him as much as he couldn’t stay away from you so you both agreed to keep this a “friends with benefits” relationship only.

it worked really good in the past but your feelings for damian were growing more and more. especially when in these past months he got to know you better, he learned how to pleasure you, what you like and what you didn’t.

everyone would have fallen in love with him too.

“taking my cock so well hermosa…your pussy was made for me” he groaned, going faster and hitting that spot that made your legs shake underneath his body “i can feel you’re close, come for me sweetheart” and it took him one last push against your spot to make you clench hard around his dick, making him cumming too, letting him release inside of you.

you were both panting heavily, trying to catch your breath from the mind blowing session you just had.

“you alright?” he asked, making sure you were okay.

you nodded, not trusting your words at the moment.

it’s not that damian wasn’t good with taking care of you after sex, it’s just that you both agreed that the were no feelings involved so you couldn’t expect him to hold you and whisper soft words to you. he always brought you water, snacks if you asked him, a towel to clean you up but that’s it.

cuddles were for couples and you clearly weren’t one.

“why are you so silent?” he asked, looking at you.

“oh…its nothing”

“its not nothing…i know that look and it’s the look you have when you’re thinking about something important…will you let me in your head? please?” he asked with that soft smile that always made you smile back.

“sometimes i wonder… what if i want more? it would be nice to actually be in a relationship you know? not that i don’t enjoy this, but my head sometimes thinks about all the possibilities…” you confessed, trying to keep it vague.

“y/n…you know we talked about this” damian said with a cold voice, almost making you shiver.

“i know, but what if i really want more? more than just sex? would it be that bad? i think i like you damian” no, you were sure you were in love with him but you didn’t want to scare him away more than you were already doing “and trying for a relationship isn’t so bad after all…”

“listen…y/n, we talked about his. we said no feelings involved, we both agreed, you knew from the beginning that this was just sex, nothing else…” he said and you turned to face him “i don’t understand why are you talking about relationships and stuff like that…it’s not what we agreed on, i’m not someone for relationships and you know that” his eyes were cold, his voice serious and you didn’t want to stay there a second longer.

“no, i know, you’re right…it’s dumb what i said, just forget everything okay?” you said standing from the bed. you definitely didn’t want to spend the night over there so you looked for your clothes, scattered all over the room “i’m gonna go home now…” you said, not looking at him. quickly fixing you up, dressing yourself and putting on shoes, you were ready to go back home.

damian just watched you from his bed. he knew he hurt you. he saw it in your eyes “y/n wait…are you sure you don’t wanna stay? it’s past midnight and it’s raining…”

“i’ll be fine damian, thanks for asking” you didn’t wanna stay there a minute longer as you were about to cry in front of him.

before he could say something else, you were out of his room, out of his house and probably out of his life.

you cried yourself to sleep that night.

you avoided training with him and the judgment day the next few days, instead, you asked drew if he could help you and he was very glad you asked him.

he knew something was off.

everyone noticed how you stopped talking with damian. how you avoided the judgment day, how you asked to be drafted in smack down instead of raw. damian tried to call you but you never picked up. his text messages were left on read.

if he didn’t want anything serious then why did you have to answer him?

rhea knew everything of course. she was the first person you called when damian literally walked all over your heart and broke it into millions of pieces. she also was the first one to tell you that this thing with damian wasn’t going to work because she knew about your crush. but she was the first person to calm you down after what happened that night. even if she didn’t like the idea of not seeing you that often, she understood that you needed space and she was willing to give you all the time you needed.

after one particular training with drew, your mind was wandering off. watching couples in the gym training together, your eyes got a little teary, your mind thinking - why can’t we be together like them?

“you okay?” drew asked and you nodded.

“oh yeah sorry, i got a little distracted…”

“you miss him do you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“yeah…” you whispered.

“listen…take this advice from an old man, you’re young, you will fall in love again and again and again, i know it hurts now, especially for how he treated you but it will pass…so, focus more on yourself from now on alright? you have an important match coming your way and even if ill be backstage i won’t be there to help you” he said making you chuckle a little.

the night of the event you knew you would have to see damian and the rest of the group. you were still in raw after all and avoiding them on set was a little hard.

that night you were going to face zoey stark. a friend of yours but a tough wrestler. your mind wasn’t in the right place and everyone realised that but somehow you managed to get the win back home.

but something was very wrong when you felt your head spinning, your temperature dropping and hands shaking a little.

you were hurt but not that bad, at least you thought.

damian saw the look in your eyes from the tv in his changing room and he immediately knew something was off too. he ran towards you, only to be stopped by some guards. you quickly got off the ring and went backstage, it was hard for you to walk, your legs were both hurting and shaking.

you were hurting but not that much, you had worse so why were you having a panic attack?

“hey y/n…hey” damian approached you cautiously but it was like your mind was somewhere else, all you heard were noises, you couldn’t focus on anything else “let’s get you somewhere calm” damian slowly led you towards his changing room and helped you sitting on the black leather couch.

a tear dropped from your eye but you couldn’t understand what was wrong with you.

“hey…shh, it’s okay” he softly said, hugging you in his big arms “you’re okay…you got hurt a little on the ring but you’re okay now”

it wasn’t just about getting hurt in the ring. it was all the emotions you had bottled up in the past days that now were ready to explode. was the fact that damian was treating you with such care yet the last time you talked it seemed like he didn’t want to take care of you.

you just couldn’t handle it anymore and you let yourself cry in his arms.

he knew he was the reason of your breakdown and he hated himself for that.

“i’m sorry i should probably go…” you said once you calmed down.

“no please, don’t” he gently lifted your chin up with his fingers so you could look at him “don’t go again, i can’t stand to see you go, i hate not having you in my life anymore…”

“damian please…”

“let me fix it” he almost begged “let me fix everything…i fucked up, i fucked up really bad and i know i hurt you…”

“what do you want to fix? it’s clear that this thing between us is not gonna work anymore, i caught feeling when we told not to…i have feelings for you and i can’t pretend anymore and it’s pretty clear you don’t feel the same so what do you wanna fix?”

damian saw the hurt in your eyes, he knew that whatever he was going to say, it wouldn’t have worked for you so, he gently wiped your tears away and lowered his lips just to meet yours.

it was a soft kiss, not the ones you were used to. it was full of love, passion. almost like to say sorry. his hands gently touched your face and not your body, again, something you weren’t familiar with “i’m so fucking sorry y/n…” he apologised “these days without you i’ve realised i lost the most important person in my life…it hurts not being with you” he confessed.

“damian what?”

“i have feelings for you, i realised it too late…” and before he could continue to talk you kissed him again.

“say it again”

“i have feelings for you y/n, i like you” he softly smiled against your lips.

“again”

“i like you so much y/n…and i want to fix it, fix everything i broke” he smiled again, his lips never leaving yours.

“okay…”

“okay?”

“yes” you whispered “it will take a while but i want this, i want you”

“i want you too…” his lips started leaving soft kisses all over your face but a slight movement of your legs made you scrunch your face in pain “yeah, we should get you checked up first”

“yup…and then i expect you to take me out for dinner”

“oh trust me, i will” you both ended up laughing at each other.

you knew time would heal all the pain and with damian by your side, you were ready to start again.

Be Careful What You Wish For 

AN: Jackman got some nerve 😤

Synopsis: Jack hurts your feelings when he calls you clingy so therefore you keep your distance until he desperately needs you and sees that you had his best interest all along

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: the amazing @whazzzupmyhitta​ 😘🥰

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Fix This (Chris Evans x Female!Reader)

I didn't mean for it to get this long, it was supposed to be a blurb. :')

Summary: Chris hears your new single on the radio and realizes he's made a big mistake. He just hopes it isn't too late.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language. Angsty and emotional.

Length: 2k

"Whoa."

Chris tore his eyes away from the football game on the television. He glanced over at his brother Scott who was sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Chris was confused, seeing as there was nothing out of the ordinary that had happened in the last quarter. "What?"

Scott ripped out an AirPod from his ear, a stunned look on his face.

"When was the last time that you talked to Y/N?" He asked, curiously.

Chris' lips tightened into a thin line. You were still a sore spot for him.

Even after all this time, he still couldn't stand hearing your name.

It was too painful.

"It's been a few months now," Chris responded, quietly.

"She released a new song last night. Have you listened to it?"

"No. And I don't plan on it."

Scott grabbed the remote, pausing the football game. "You should."

Chris narrowed his gaze at him. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

His brother ignored him and switched his phone settings to bluetooth so that the song would play on his home speaker. The soft sound of a piano started, and Chris felt his heart sink deeply as your gentle voice filled the entire room.

Usually never cry at all, I would say I'm pretty tough, but it's been a couple weeks now, and I still feel stuck in my lungs...

"Scott. Turn it off. Turn it off, right fucking now."

Scott's eyes met his, but he didn't stop the track. "Just listen to it."

Really thought I'd be done with the hardest part, when I pulled myself out of your arms, wish I knew that was only the start...

Listening to the pain in your voice, Chris felt like he couldn't breathe.

You sang beautifully, but the raw, aching emotion laced every note.

Last night for the very first time, you didn't even try to call, oh, I won't lie, I thought I might die, I couldn't even sleep at all, and maybe I'll get used to it, but right now I just feel like shit...

"Scott." He said his brother's name in a strained voice. "Turn it off."

"You know this is about you, right?"

"Scott, turn it off," Chris nearly pleaded him. "Please."

"She wrote it about you."

Chris leaned forward, dropping his head into his hands. Of course, he would be a fucking moron if he thought for one second that this song was about anyone else but him. He had broken your heart, after all. It wasn't like he meant to hurt you, but his acting career was really in its prime and your singing career was just starting to take off. He'd been in the industry long enough to know that a relationship would not and could not survive the hectic schedules, the distance, the tabloids, the pressure of it all, it would be too straining. So when he told you that it was best if you two weren't together, it had been for the best—right?

Now if I get a little too drunk, I'll start thinking, what if you were the one? I know that the damage is done...

"Fuck," Chris muttered. What had he done?

By the last verse, he found himself unable to take it anymore.

Chris stood up and grabbed his car keys off of the coffee table.

"Where the hell are you going?" Scott asked.

"I have to see her. Now."

Before Scott could say anything else, Chris was gone.

The drive to your apartment felt like an eternity. He had no idea if you would be home—hell, he didn't even know if you were currently in the state or if you were traveling to promote your music. But he had to try and knew that if he called you, there was a good chance you wouldn't answer him. Chris arrived at your building, and luckily, he still had the security code that allowed him inside the complex. Unable to wait for the elevator, Chris opted for the stairs, practically taking two steps at a time until he reached the floor where you were staying. As he made his way down the hallway to your apartment, his heart started to beat about a million per minute. He didn't even know what he was going to say to you—all he knew was that he had to see you. He stopped at the front door, and inhaled deeply, holding it in as he rang the buzzer.

Relieved, he exhaled when he heard the lock click on the other side.

You opened your door and the moment you saw Chris standing there, the blood in your veins went ice cold. It was a mixed bag of emotions to see him—shock, anger, sadness, and oddly enough, a little relief.

"What the hell are you doing here, Chris?" You asked, stiffly.

"I'm sorry to show up unannounced like this. But I needed to see you."

"Why?"

Chris' eyes studied your face, making you grow slightly uneasy.

"I know it's been a while. But we really need to talk. Can I come in?"

"What is there for us to talk about?" You leaned against the frame, an attempt to silently let him know that you weren't letting him inside.

Your body language was screaming for him to go, he could see it.

And he didn't blame you.

"I know you're still angry at me. But please, can we just talk?"

"No," You replied, coldly. "We have zero to talk about. I'm over it, it has been months now and there's nothing to say. It's done, it's been done, Chris." Your voice, although harsh, still trembled. "You should leave."

You tried to close the door, but Chris reached his arm out to stop it. "I heard your song today," he said quickly, catching the door. "I heard it."

You froze. You figured he would probably have heard it at some point, maybe through Twitter or Instagram if he happened to come across it while browsing, but you didn't think he would hear it so soon. You had just released the track the night before and it was just starting to pick up traction on Spotify.

"I know it's about me," he said, softly.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

It's not like you could deny that you had written it about him.

Not wanting any neighbors or passerby's to overhear, you let him in.

"So then, are you here to rub salt in the wounds or what?" You scoffed as he closed the door behind him.

Chris sighed. "Listen, I know I hurt you. But you know damn well that it wasn't my intention, in fact, my intention had been to do what I had thought was the best for the both of us."

You threw your hands up. "Oh, well, see that makes it all a lot better!" You said, sarcastically. You felt tears stinging at your eyes and blinked them back furiously. "I don't give a fuck whether it was intentional or not, Chris. That doesn't take away from how I felt after what you did."

"I know it doesn't, believe me, I know that. But still, you have to know the last thing I wanted to do that night was hurt you."

"You broke my heart," You whispered as a stubborn tear slipped down your cheek.

Chris had to fight the urge to lift a hand to your face and wipe it away.

"You gave up on us so easily," You continued, more tears coming. "It's so fucking pathetic how I practically begged you to stay and you just walked away like it was nothing." Not wanting him to see you cry, you turned your back to him and walked towards your window. It was just about time for nightfall, and the beautiful city lights were starting to come on. You focused on the view of the skyline, trying your hardest to get the tears to stop.

"You really don't think that it hurt me to walk away from you?" Chris asked, his footsteps coming up behind you. "You think it was easy for me to make the decision that I made?"

You dabbed at your eyes with the back of your hand, your back still to him. "It sure as hell seemed like it. It felt like you didn't even care."

"I did care. I still care. I thought I was doing the right thing." There was a brief pause before he continued. "I was wrong. I made a mistake."

"What are you talking about?" You turned around to face him.

"I made the biggest mistake of my life that night. And for months I've been trying to convince myself otherwise." Chris took a step towards you. "I love you. I never stopped loving you, whether you believe it or not. There hasn't been a single day where I haven't thought about you since that night."

You remained silent, your brain trying to process what he'd just said.

"I'm sorry. I know it's going to take a lot for me to earn your trust. But I swear, if you give me a second chance, I will do anything for you, for us. I will do anything and everything to make it work." Chris took your face gingerly between his hands, his gaze meeting yours. He lowered his face towards yours, getting dangerously close. "I love you. I've had a taste of what it's like to lose you and it's fucking torture. I don't want to be without you. I can't be without you."

He started leaning in to kiss you, and you shoved him lightly.

"Chris, stop! You can't fucking do that! You can't just come back after all this time, turn on the sweet talk and the charm, and think that it's going to fix this. You can't just erase the pain you caused me with a kiss, you're not allowed to do that!" You shouted, a fresh batch of hot tears brimming your eyes and spilling over. "I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I couldn't think. I felt like I was going to die. That's what you did to me!"

Chris was at a complete loss for words. And rightly so.

He now knew just how badly he had fucked up.

"You should go," You murmured quietly, gesturing towards the door.

There was a long moment of silence that fell over the both of you.

"Okay. I'll go," Chris nodded solemnly after a while. "On one condition, and one condition only."

You almost laughed. He had no business putting conditions on anything right now. "And what is that condition, Chris?"

"You look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me anymore. Right here, right now."

Your heart ached painfully inside of your chest—Chris hurt you pretty damn bad, but suddenly seeing his own hurt in his eyes felt like a slap in the face and it was in that exact second that you knew you couldn't fulfill his request. You still loved him with every fiber of your being.

"Chris…"

"Say it. Say you don't love me anymore and I'll be gone for good."

"I…I can’t do that.”

You covered your face with your hands and let out a small sob.

Chris stepped towards you, grabbing your wrists and gently tugging them away from your face. "Why not?"

"Because. I do still love you," You admitted shakily.

"Then let me fix this," he whispered softly, lowering his mouth until it was mere inches from yours. "Please. Let me fix this."

Your eyes fluttered close as his lips met yours.

It almost felt like a dream—like this wasn't really happening. You were terrified that you were seconds away from waking up, but strangely it was even more terrifying to think that this wasn't a dream, that this is real. You loved him and you wanted to give him another chance, but it scared you to think that you were at risk for getting your heart broken again. You didn’t want to feel that way ever again.

Chris pulled broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I know you're afraid," he said, having read your thoughts.

"Out of my fucking mind," You murmured. "I can’t go through that again. My heart couldn’t take it."

"Let me prove myself to you. I'll do whatever it takes. I promise."

He kissed you again, making you melt right into his arms.

Several kisses and many more emotional tears from you later, the two of you found yourselves on your couch. You were lying on top of Chris as he ran his fingers through your hair over and over again, giving you all the time that you needed to calm down and compose yourself. His blue shirt was soaked from where you had been crying into his chest.

After a while, Chris finally broke the silence that had fallen over you.

"You know, that song that you wrote," he started to say, his hand still stroking your hair, "I really fucking hate that it's about me and that I'm the reason you wrote it. Any time that I hear it, I'm going to feel guilty as hell. But you sounded so, so damn beautiful singing it."

You chuckled softly. "It's funny, I actually almost didn't release it."

"Why not?"

"Because I knew people would start talking, they always love to guess who my songs are about." You glanced up at him. "I didn't want them connecting the dots."

Chris laughed a little. "I'm sure they have by now. But it's okay, people can go ahead and think I'm an asshole. It's worth it. I'm glad that you released it."

"You are?"

"Of course. As hard as it was listening to it, it was the kick in the ass that I needed." He kissed your forehead. "And I promise you that I will never be the reason you write a song like that again."

Song Used: Tate McRae - feel like shit

there’s no coming back from that

Very emotional rn

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A dwindling, mercurial high

Pairing: Andy Barber  x Reader

Warnings: Soft!Dark Andy, Swearing, Alcohol consumption, Sexual themes, mention of cheating, drama. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: HIIIIII. My first Andy Barber fic! I hope you enjoy! Also can you believe it’s been a month since I started my tumblr?  Crazyyyyyy! Happy one month to me! Thank you for the support, likes, reblogs, replies, for following my account! I hope your days are always as beautiful as Helen of Troy!

You were my Helen, Part 1, Part 2

“You know,” you started saying at the tall and muscular man walking beside you, “I’m starting to think you have too much time. Don’t you have your business to go back to in Boston? Hey-”

You couldn’t stopped him as he dipped his spoon in your gelato. You gave him your death glare before slapping his wandering hand away from your dessert. “Andy, are you sure you’re rich? Why are you always taking my food away from me, hmm? You most certainly earn more than I do.”

Andy laughed wholeheartedly. You stared at him, at his face, at his relaxed stance- and you couldn’t stopped looking at him. His face was being illuminated by the afternoon sunlight. He was an art you think you were starting to like, an art you were starting to want to understand. What did the strokes mean? What did the colors indicate?

Who are you, Andy Barber?

“Well, Helen, you have yet to answer me-”

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There is an old belief in Serbian villages and small towns that certain pumpkins (and watermelons), when left outside during a full moon, will turn in to a vampire.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

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i'm surprised you don't seem to have done any cursed biology posts about seahorses--got any cursed/blessed facts about them?

have you ever noticed how seahorses seem so... weirdly stiff?

they move almost more like a terrible 3D render than a fish.

but it turns out there's a good reason for this!

it's becauuussee....

THIS MAN.

HE IS. ALL BONES.

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

Plop

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Opal and glass gold-mounted pendant by René Lalique, c. 1900.

The darkness. The destroyer of worlds.

Leopard? Cat? 

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A little taster!

A/N: Because I’ve been so inactive due to the move and work I decided to post a little taster of the next the prompt I’m writing. This was posted on mobile so excuse any weird typos or layouts.

After the match you were bouncing up and down, excited to see the the boys come back with their championship. Finally you see Roman and Dean enter the backstage area, running over you give them both hug congradulating them before spotting Seth over Roman’s shoulder. Running at him you leap into his arms as he spins the both of you round.

“Uhhhhhh (Y/N). I think you dropped something.” Dean spoke, rubbing the back of his neck slightly. Dropping out of Seth’s arms you turn to the item in question. The pregnancy test. Rushing over you pick it up and shove it back into your pocket turning around red faced.

“I….uhhhh……” It was like all the moisture left your mouth and went to your eyes, you couldn’t talk and tears had started to fall. Roman and Dean quickly leave the area as you look up at Seth, as you search his face there is no emotion present making you fear the worst.

i would hit my brother in the face with a spinning heel kick for sixty bucks

My World

Pairing: Finn Balor x Female Reader

Summary: Finn is facing Walter for the NXT UK Championship and the reader is by his side, before and after his match..

Warnings: N/A (This is just fluff. I wanted some Finn fluff lol)

Requested by: No one (But I hope you all enjoy it!)

Word Count: 735

Tag List: @demonqueen29​ @jessebear00​ @new-zealand-chic​

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

Although Finn had a heel turn, becoming the prince, he was my prince and just like the fans, I still loved him with all my heart.  

Finn was facing Walter for the NXT UK Championship and backstage I was being very supportive. 

We were in his locker room and as Finn was stretching, I was literally shaking with anticipation, I was just happy and excited for Finn. 

“You good, Y/N?” Finn chuckled, finishing up his stretching.

“I’m just beyond excited for you, Finn!” I smiled, “There’s a lot of people out there saying that no one can beat Walter. But you Finn, you are amazing, accomplished some many things, won so many titles all over the world, the fans love you, I love you. I know you can beat Walter." 

Finn smiled from ear to ear coming over and hugging me. 

As we were hugging, Finn whispered in my ear, "You want to see something else that I can do?" 

I picked up my head smiling as his face lit up and he said, "Did you know that I can fit the whole world in my hands?" 

That’s when Finn cupped my face with his hands and as he did, I began to tear up like crazy. 

"Finn,” I whispered, my heart melting as he smiled, still cupping my face. 

As a small tear ran down my cheek, Finn kissed me softly, making my knees weak, filling my heart with love and joy. Each time his soft lips parted, then kissed me back, I thought I could faint. 

“Y/N, you are the biggest supporter that I have and I love you. Tonight, I will beat Walter, just for you, baby.” Finn smiled, pulling me into another hug. 

After our hug, Finn grabbed his leather jacket, putting it on and posing for me. 

It immediately made me smile and I said, “You got this, baby." 

"I sure do,” Finn smiled, kissing me one more time, then taking my hand. 

All eyes were on us as we made our way to the gorilla, Walter was just making his entrance. 

While we were in the gorilla waiting for Finn’s music to hit, Finn smiled at me one last time, kissing me quickly and saying, “One more kiss, for good luck." 

I smiled as he turned back to the curtain and I tapped his butt lightly, making him smile as I said, "Go get that title, my prince." 

Finn quickly blew me a kiss, winking at me and then his music hit. 

After his entrance, I was on the edge of my seat in the gorilla, cussing at the monitors, yelling because I was just pumped up, wanting Finn to win. Walter did not go down without a fight and there were a few moments that I was scared, but Finn kicked out and kept on fighting. 

At the climax of their match, Finn nearly knocked out Walter with a kick, then pulled off one of the best 1916 DDT’s that I ever saw, then he climbed to the top rope, performing a Coupe de Grace and just a moment later, Finn was the new NXT UK Champion. 

I was jumping in my seat then I quickly got up, waiting for Finn to come back from the ring and after celebrating in the ring, Finn walked into the gorilla. People tried to congratulate him, but the first person he came to was me. 

Finn hugged me tightly, wrapping his arms around my neck and waist as he kissed me. 

"Congratulations, Finn,” I said between our kiss. 

“The entire time I was in that ring, I was thinking of you,” Finn sighed, still out of breath. 

Finn about made me cry again, my cheeks turning red as I said, “Baby, stop it." 

Finn quickly shook his head, saying, "You are my whole world and I told you that I’d win for you. I couldn’t let you down, Y/N." 

I about died from love again as cried a little, Finn holding my head against his chest. We swayed back and forth as I hugged him and when I picked up my head, tears of joy rolled down my cheek.

Finn wiped them away, smiling, "Don’t cry, baby.” “

I love you so much, Finn,” I smiled, breaking off the tears. 

Finn smiled back brightly, wrapping his arm around my head again, kissing me softly as he whispered, “I love you too, Y/N." 

This never stops being important.

Any Place, Any Where

Seth Rollins x Reader

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Requested: Yes by @wwesarahjaneroszko​

The sun was coming through the cracks of the white curtains that laid in front of the large window. The salty smell of the ocean wafted through the door that was opened to the back porch of the room. It seemed to perfect to be true that I was truly on vacation and not spending the whole day traveling to a new state for a live event. I slowly got out of bed and walked towards the balcony that had one door slightly open since it got to hot last night for Seth and me.

       The breeze was flowing slightly as I stepped out with the bed sheet following behind me. I sat my arms against the rails as I watched the ocean waves come up to the shore and go back. I wish could ocean breeze every day but it is hard to live that lifestyle as a WWE wrestler. I was even surprised that I had time off to take time to plan a vacation and even go on it for that matter.

“You know, I don’t appreciate when you take all the blankets from the bed.” I hear at the opening of the doorway behind me.

I laughed and turn around to see Seth with just a pair of boxers on and his morning hair everywhere around his face.

“Well you could always just join me here,” I say opening the blanket for him to join.

“I won’t object to that,” he said while smiling at me.

I close the blanket around us as he wraps his arm around me underneath the blanket. I rest my head on his shoulder as more and more of the sun started to creep up more and more above the tree line.

“Just think we will be able to see this sunrise for seven days straight without worrying about anything,” Seth dreamingly states.

I nod my head against his shoulder, “It’s going to be amazing. I can’t wait to see it rise every day with you right by me especially.”

He presses a kiss on top of my head and whispers,” I love you and I am going to make sure this is the most amazing vacation ever.”

“ I don’t doubt it and I love you too,” I place my hand over his as the sun sets high in the sky over the crystal blue water.

///

       The day was full of festivities and adventures around the island with Seth and enjoying our time together with not a worry in the world. We settled back in our room and relaxed against our bed as the air conditioning cooled down our heated skin.

“I could live here forever. It was so beautiful.”

“It truly was. Probably the best place I’ve ever been to,” Seth replies.

“Me too. Could you imagine us just staying and never going back?”

He was silent for a moment,” I could but I know that you would miss wrestling too much just as I would.”

I sigh,” That is very true. Still want to get my Wrestlemania moment.”

He laughs and wraps his arm around my waist as I lay on my back watching the TV screen in front of me with random homemaking show on.

I could feel his eyes burning onto the side of my face as I continued to look forward.

“ Seth, what are you staring at me for?” I laugh out while turning to him. I see a small smile and twinkle in his eyes as he continues to look at me.

“ What I can’t stare at my beautiful girlfriend for a while?”

“Not when I look like I got run over by a truck,” I say while laughing.

He tisks at me and presses a kiss to my shoulder and then my neck. He continues to press kisses to my skin till he is slightly leaning over my face with his lips above mine.

“ I could care less about what you look like right now because you look beautiful to me all the time and forever will be. I will always tell you how beautiful you are every day of the year.”

I feel tears prick my eyes and Seth suddenly gets up from the bed and rushes to his bag.

“Seth, what are you doing?” I ask as I sit up in bed.

He rifles through his bag while mumbling to himself. I start to scoot closer to the edge of the bed as Seth finally shouts in a triumph of finding what he needed and runs back over to where I sit on the bed. He has his right hand behind his back as he gets down on one knee in front of me.

“Seth, what are you doing?” I ask in a whisper as he pulls a ring box behind his back. I feel tears prick my eyes again as I cover my mouth.

“ Now let me say my speech before you say anything, okay?” I nodded letting him continue as tears start to run down my face.

“(Y/N), you are the most precious and amazing to come into my life. When we first met, I knew that you were going to be something special to me and that I was going to keep you around for a long time. You can always put a smile on my face and always know how to drive me crazy but I love you either way. I was going to this tomorrow night but I realized it doesn’t matter as long as I’m with you and you say yes then the location or when doesn’t matter. So (Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?”

I gasp as he opens the ring box to show the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. More tears run down my face as I nod and whisper yes over and over again. He smiles and pulls the ring out and placing it on my left ring finger. I place my lips against his and each of my hands on his cheeks. My lips move against his as one of his hand’s lands in my hair and the other one at my waist.

I pull away to catch my breath and look into his bright brown eyes,” I love you so much, Seth.”

“I love you too baby.”

I smile and press my lips against his again as I kneel on the floor where he is. I could feel another smile spread across my lips as we separate and hug him tightly. I looked at the ring over Seth’s shoulder and couldn’t imagine a better man to spend the rest of my life with.

My Beast Slayer Part ½

Seth Rollins x Reader

Warning: smut, angst, abuse

Summary: When Seth falls in love with Brock’s girlfriend. He is willing to do anything to take her from him.

A/N: So, I made a post about this fic a while back and I finally got it done. Thank you everyone for your responses. I was scared no one would read it.

Enjoy

*****

Monday Night Raw. I should feel lucky to be here. Ecstatic that a normal girl like me gets to date a WWE Superstar. I was…at first. Then he changed. He wasn’t the same man I fell in love with. He didn’t want to show up to work unless the paycheck made it worth it. It wasn’t just how money hungry he became. Something else changed in him. The man I loved was gone and he had truly transformed into the beast he portrayed on tv. Whether it was the fame, the steroids, or something else, the man I knew and loved was gone. I couldn’t find him anymore either. I saw fragments of his old self from time to time, but soon that became less and less. Pretty soon it was like I was dating a stranger.

Brock was getting ready backstage for another promo before WrestleMania. It was surprising that Paul had actually got him to do this one. He was mostly refusing to do anything til Mania.

I tagged along like I always did. When we first start dating he would call me his good luck charm, now I guess it’s routine for me to come.

“Babe?” I piped up suddenly as he was looking at himself in the mirror, flexing his muscles. He made eye contact with me through the mirror. “I am going to catering to get something to eat. Do you want anything?” He shook his head and went back to what he was doing.

I walked down the hall towards catering and walked right past it to an abandoned hallway that was mainly filled with equipment.

“I was wondering when you would show up. Is it that hard to sneak away from bucket head?” A voice came from behind some equipment.

“Shut up,” I giggled as a long-haired man stepped out from where he was hiding. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. His dark brown eyes looking into mine.

“I missed you.” He said putting his forehead on mine. He kissed me softly on the lips. “I thought I was going to have to kill Paul just to get him on before Mania to see you.” He kissed me again this time a bit rougher. I winced a bit in pain, praying he didn’t notice that. “What’s wrong?” He asked pulling away.

“Nothing, you just surprised me that’s all.”

He searched my eyes, “He did it again, didn’t he?” I looked away from his eyes. This isn’t how I wanted my meet up with Seth to go. Seth and I have been secretly together since before a little before the Summer Slam of last year. He saw me sitting by myself in catering and came to sit next to me. We just clicked. I don’t know how else to explain it. He gave me his number and soon after a bunch of late night texts he asked me to be something more.

We barely ever got to see actually each other though since I only come around when Brock does. Most of our relationship was lived through secret text messages. The longest time we had been together was after he won the Royal Rumble.

—flashback—

I knocked on Seth’s hotel room door. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. This was extremely risky. It was one thing to sneak off with him during Raw, but a whole night alone with him in a hotel room. Brock normally slept like a rock especially after matches, but anything was possible. Anything.

Seth opened the door with a smile on his face. “I was scared you would chicken out.” He moved to let her in. His room was kind of a mess. His clothes thrown all over the floor. “Sorry about the mess.” He put a hand on the back of his neck. “I was trying to clean up a bit before you came and ended up making a bigger mess.”

“It’s okay.” I smile at him. “I didn’t expect anything special.”

“Sorry,” he said moving some clothes back into his suitcase. I stood next to the door as he cleaned up a bit more. He looked back over to her. “You can come in. You don’t have to stand in the doorway.” He walked over to her. “I don’t bite. Well, not hard at least.” He chuckled taking my hand to move me towards the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed with him. He held my hand for a while. “I don’t expect anything, you know. I thought I would get that out on the way. We can just watch movies and talk if you want.” He put a piece of my hair back behind my ear. “I won’t force anything on you.”

I bit my lip, leaning in a bit. “What if I want to do more than watch movies?” I asked.

He leaned in too, “Than we can do that.” He grabbed my face. “Anything you want. I am just happy to actually spend time with you.” He rubbed my thumb against my cheek. He pulled my face into his lips, kissing me. “All I want is to celebrate my win with you.” He said against my lips. He moved his hands down to my hips pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening the kiss. His hands played with the hem of my shirt.

I pulled away from him. “Maybe we can start off a bit slow? Like, watch a movie for a bit.”

He smiled, “As you wish.”  

He pulled out Netflix to find a movie for us to watch. There was nothing really there to watch so I suggested we watch the Office. I had seen it a million times, but I didn’t really want to watch anything.

He yawned and wrapped one of his arms around me pulling me close again. “Okay, that was lame.”

“What?” He asked innocently.

“That is the oldest trick in the book, Rollins.”

“It worked, though. I got what I wanted.” He smiled smugly.

“You’re such a dork.” I giggled at him pushing him gently.

“You like it though.” He kissed my cheek.

We sat there in silence for a bit. Seth started playing with my hair.

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry, it’s just so soft. Everything about you is so soft.” He kissed my arm moving towards my neck. He gently pushed my hair to the side as he began to kiss up and down my neck nibbling every so often. “You smell good too. Like lavender.”

“Seth,” I moaned softly. I enjoyed his touch, but I was also nervous. I hadn’t touched anyone else in so long and Seth was so different from Brock. His touch was gentle, not rough.

“I am sorry. I know you wanted to go slow, but I just can’t help myself.”

“Seth, just kiss me.” He pulled away from me looking in my eyes for a moment, making sure I meant it. He smiled at me before he kissed me. He wrapped his fingers in my hair holding my lips against his. His other hand began to his way under my shirt.

He pulled away once his hand was on my bra. “Do you want to go further?”

I nodded catching my breath. “Yes.”

He smirked his hand moving to unhook my bra. He pulled off my shirt as he got my bra the rest of the way off. His kisses moved down to my neck to my breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth as he rubbed the other one than he switched to the other one. I moaned grabbing onto his hair. He kept moving his lips lower and lower down my stomach. Seth stopped at the top of my legging, kissing the stomach above the top before he pulled them down. He pulled down my panties right after. He begin to kiss between her legs.

“Seth,” I moaned trying to pull him towards my entrance. He kept teasing though. Lightly licking my folds. “Seth please,” I begged. He chuckled slightly before finally pushing his tongue into my entrance. I tighten my grip on his hair keeping him there. He moved up towards my clit, slipping two fingers inside me. As his tongue hit my clit, I felt my legs begin to shake already.

“Mm,” Seth moaned sending vibrations on my clit. “You taste better than I ever imagined.”

I couldn’t help, but giggle a bit. He moved back up towards my lips kissing me. I moved my hands down to his already hard cock. I moved to pay him back for what he did, but he pushed me back on the bed.

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about that right now. He grabbed my legs putting them over his shoulders as he pushed in. The breathe was sucked out of me. He started out slow to let me adjust, but as soon as I was ready he began to thrust in harder. I couldn’t stop moaning his name as he continued to hit my g-spot.

"Seth, I am close.” I breathed out.

His hand went down to my clit and began to rub it. “Cum, baby, I am right behind you.”

My walls squeezed around him as I came on him. Screaming his name out as I did.

He pulled out soon after cumming all over my stomach. He laid down next to me out of breathe. “Damn that was amazing. Round two?” I shook my head kissing him.

—-

I woke up the next morning in Seth’s arms. I smiled as I looked over to a sleeping Seth. I kissed his head. I didn’t want to move from his arms.

Suddenly I saw the time. It was eight in the morning, Fuck! “Fuck, Seth!”

“Give me a minute before another round.”

“No, it’s eight. Brock is going to kill me.” I said rushing to get my clothes back on. I ran fingers through my hair throwing it back up. Seth didn’t say or do anything he just sat there. I sighed and walked back over to him. “I am sorry.” I kissed him. “I did have a good time,” I told him before I flew out the door in a mad dash for mine and Brock’s room.

Once I got to the door, I stopped for a second to catch my breath so my lie would make more sense. I opened the door slowly trying to act normal. Nothing could prepare me to what I saw when I opened it. The room was destroyed. It looked like a hurricane had went through it. The paintings that had once hung on the wall were now on the floor. The glass in them cracked. The sheets were ripped off the bed and thrown out on the floor. The lamp was also on the floor with a broken bulb. Clothes thrown everywhere. “What the fuck?” I said. I moved towards to start cleaning it up.

“Look, who finally showed up.” Brock said his voice dark. “Where have you been?” He was standing by the door. His eyes were almost as dark as voice. His features calm though.

“I went to get something to eat.”

“All night?”

“I uh-”

“You didn’t think I’d find out,did you?” He said getting closer. “I saw the way you looked at him.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t even try to act all innocent.” He shook his head. “I saw how you looked at him.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Finn Balor.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Why would you even think that?” I wanted to laugh at even the thought of Finn and myself.

“Did you not tell him good job after the match?” Brock was right in front of me looking down at me.

I rolled my eyes, “That’s good sportsmanship.”

He smacked me across the face. “Don’t you ever roll your eyes at me again.”

I held my face, tasting blood in my mouth. I opened my mouth to say something. I can’t remember what. The next thing I know is a force is pushing me backwards against the wall. It the wall knocking my head hard. I fell to the floor grabbing the back of my head. His feet started to ram into me. The punishment for running off was already starting. I just took it. Not even bothering to fight back, it will hurt me more in the end.

——–

“Where did the bruise come from?” Seth asked when he saw a bruise on my back. We were sitting together backstage on Raw the Monday after Royal Rumble. We always met behind in most abandoned hallway we could find.

I quickly yanked down my shirt. “I fell in the shower.” I lied.

“Let me look at it.” I sighed turning around so he could look at my bruise. He touched it gently causing me to close my eyes to hold in a scream in pain. “This looks pretty bad, (Y/N). Maybe you should have one of the doctors check it out.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” I said moving away from his touch.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” He asked. His arms were crossed his chest, his eyebrow raised.

“I uh it’s not like.” I couldn’t think of what to say. I was usually pretty good at hiding the bruises. He also hasn’t been this bad since he got mad about his fight with Roman. After that fight, I didn’t stick around Raw and just went straight home trying to figure out ways to end it. I never did though. That was back when the Brock I fell in love with still showed his face.

I sighed, I couldn’t lie to Seth. “Brock found out I left the room last night. He thought I was with Finn and kind of freaked out.”

“Why did he think it was Finn?” Seth asked raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know. Apparently, I gave him a look after his match or something. Plus, I told him he did well.” I shrugged.

“Has this happened before?” He asked. I stayed silent looking down at my feet. I couldn’t look him in the eyes right now. I felt like I would break down if I did.

That was enough of an answer for Seth. “I’m killing him.” He moved out of the hallway looking for one of the producers.

“What? Seth, no.” I said pulling him back. “You can’t fight Brock because of me.”

“He can’t just beat you like this and get away with it. It’s about time someone taught him a lesson. He can’t ruin the business and the girl I love. That’s just too much.” He pulled his arm away from me. I wanted to try and stop him again, but he was too fast. His words still echoed in my head. The business and the girl he loved? He loved me?

—end of Flashback—

“(Y/N)? Are you there?” Seth asked snapping me away from my thoughts. I nodded. “Has he hit you again?”

“He’s just been stressed with mania coming up.”

“Why are you making excuses for him? There is no reason for him to be hitting you.”

“I don’t know.” I sighed. “It’s just become…normal for me, I guess.” I looked down.

He grabbed my face making me look at him, “You deserve so much better than him.” He put a strand of hair behind my ear. “I wish you’d leave him”

“I already told you. It’s not that simple. He would kill me and you if I even tried. I am lucky he lets me walk around freely after everything.” Til Seth came into the picture, I never thought of even leaving Brock. I believed his words that no one else would want after him. I actually believed I was  lucky he would want me. I was so trapped in the abuse and blaming myself that I never saw the light. Now, I got someone who loves me regardless of how broken I am. He doesn’t care if I am dressed up with a full face of makeup or no makeup and sweats. Hell, he thinks I am more beautiful without it.

The problem was finding a way out. Brock wasn’t going to let me go. I had tried it, but he caught me.

–flashback—

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked. Fuck.

“I thought you went to the gym.” I gulped. I gripped the handle on my suitcase tighter. I had everything ready to go.

“Their toilets flooded, so they had to shut down. Back to my question, where do you think you’re going?” He stood up from where he was sitting on the couch and started moving towards me.

“Just out with some friends.”

“Funny, I don’t think you need a whole wardrobe to go out with friends. You also need friends.” He leaned down in my face. “Now, maybe you want me to try that answer one more time.”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“Really? Because it looks like you are trying to leave me.”

“No, I-”

“You what?” He grabbed me by my throat. “Now, where did you think you could go? Who would have wanted a waste of space like you?”

I put my hands around his. Even though he wasn’t squeezing yet, it would only be a matter of time. “I don’t know.” It was a lie. Seth and I had made a plan. I would leave tonight, spend the night in the hotel, and he would get the money to get me a ticket to go to his house in the morning.

He chuckled, “You were really going to leave me with no plan. How are you going to pay for it with no money?”

“I could get a job.”

He laughed again, “Doing what? You have no skills. You haven’t worked a day in your life. Before I came around you were mooching off your parents. Which sad to say, you can’t even do that again since they want nothing to do with your ass.”

“I will figure it out.”

He clicked his tongue, “I guess you could make some good money with your pretty little mouth of yours.” He moved his hand up to my face grabbing it.

I moved my head from his grip, smacking his hand away. “Fuck you, Brock.”

He pushed me against the wall hard. “You are nothing without me. No one else wants you.”

“Someone might.”  I tried my best to make my voice strong. His words still were ringing in my head.

“You’re just full of jokes tonight, aren’t you?” He sneered. “You actually think someone would want someone like you.”

“You seem to think so. You thought I was off with Finn.”

He rolled his eyes, “Finn Balor is a joke.”

“Than why were you scared of him? Why were you scared I spent the night with him?”

“You really are trying to test my patience today.”  He put his hands on the wall around me to block me from worming my way out. “First trying to leave, now all this back talk.” I could feel his hot breath against my face. I wanted to make eye contact with him. Make sure he didn’t think I was intimidated by him. It was hard though. My eyes fell to the ground fast. I hated looking in his eyes more than the fact it scared me. It also hurt to see nothing of the man I once fell in love with. Just a monster. A beast. I felt like it almost hurts more than the beatings to have the man you thought loved you want to destroy everything about you.

“Nothing left to say, huh? Such a shame.” He shook his head at me. “Now,” he grabbed me by my hair. “You know what happens when you disobey me.” He dragged me down the hallway by my hair.

“No, please, Brock, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to try and leave. I don’t know what I was thinking.” I talked fast getting scared. I knew what was coming next and it terrified me.

“Oh trust me, after tonight you will be sorry.”

–end of flashback–

I blinked back tears, “Seth, how is this ever going to work? He will kill you if he finds out what we been doing.”

“Don’t worry about me. I got it covered. Just worry about you.” He just held me tight for a moment kissing my head over and over again. “I am going to make this right. When is Brock’s promo?”

I looked down at my watch, “Sometime after nine, I think. It is after the tag team match. Why?”

“Just watch the screen like you always do. Make sure though after this happens you keep your phone near you.”

“Seth, what are you going to do?” I asked worriedly.

“Just watch.” He told me, kissing the top of my head once more before he walked away.  

—-Later that night—

I watched the screen just as Seth had instructed. I sat on the edge of the seat though chewing my nail. What the hell was going through his head?

Paul was talking about how Brock was going to beat Seth and how that wasn’t a prediction, but a fact.  Blah Blah, blah. I could care less about the boring shit Paul had to say. It was all a bunch of bullshit anyway.  

BURN IT DOWN

Seth’s music began to play as he walked out from the gorilla. My heart began to race as soon as I saw him come out. He had a mic in hand ready to speak. “Brock, so glad you are actually able to make it to work. I was starting to worry.” Seth chuckled. “Look, all of what Paul was saying might be true. Brock has done some great things in his life. The keyword is “has”. I have done some great things to. But nothing will be as great as when curb stomp you into the ground and take that belt back.” The crowd roared with cheers. Seth began to make his way down the ring. “You see, Brock, the locker room isn’t the only ones sick of you. No, no, the audience is sick of you. They are sick of seeing your face with the belt plastered everywhere, but never seeing you do a damn thing to prove you deserve it.” Seth took a  as he climbed into the ring. “You know who else is sick of you. Some of you all may have forgotten by now, but Brock has a girlfriend. Shocking I know. She is actually good-looking too. (Y/N), right?” Seth asked looking at Brock. Brock’s face was deep red. His eyes were slits glaring down Seth. I had seen that face on Brock before. Seth had struck more than a nerve. He had struck several.

“She’s here isn’t she? But not near the ring? Or even in the gorilla? She used to be at least in the gorilla, but now she hides backstage. See even she is done with you. That’s why at Mania. I am not only taking the belt back, but I am taking your girl.”

My Beast Slayer (part 2/2)

Seth Rollins x Reader

Rating: M

Warning: some fluff, abuse, violence? Does wrestling count as that?

Summary: Can Seth beat Brock for the woman he loves?

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A/N: Holy shit balls. I did not expect that many good comments. Thank you all. You made my bad week better. I hope this lives up to the first part. I am also considering a sequel.

P.S. if you want to be tagged in anything else I write please message me. I should have a Jon Moxley series or Baron Corbin oneshot next.

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Taking your girl. The words rang through my head. I couldn’t hear anything else that went on. I didn’t even hear Brock come in or Paul behind him trying his best to calm him down. He made a motion for Paul to leave. I didn’t have to look to know he was pissed. This is what Seth meant by keep my phone on.

“What was idiot out there talking about?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. He’s just trying to get in your head, Brock. I haven’t spoken more than two words to him.”

“No one has used you before to get in my head. Cena, Reigns, Ambrose, Balor, no one used you. Why is Seth bringing you into this match?”

“I just told you that I don’t know. This is a big match. He wants to get in your head. Make sure that he has a one up on you.“  

Brock grabbed me up by my hair. He forced me to look in his eyes. “It better be. If I find out you and Seth have something going on you and him both are going to need an ambulance.” He tighten the grip on my hair. “You are not leaving my sight til Mania. No more going to catering on your own or anywhere else. After that I want you nowhere near this place. You are staying home.”

“But Brock-” I begged.

“You are staying home.” He released me tossing me to the ground. He stomped out of the room leaving me alone. I heard my phone buzz. I slowly got up from the floor to see who it was. Seth. I quickly answered it.

“Hello?” I said kind of quiet. I wasn’t sure where Brock had went or how far he had gotten. He could turn back around.

“(Y/N), thank God, I was worried about you.Did he hurt you?”

“Just tossed me around. He said I can’t leave the locker room til Mania than I can’t come around anymore.”

“Oh, you will be back after Mania, because I will have the belt and you by my side. He will see how badly he messed up.” Seth said. His tone was serious.

“What if you loose?”

“I won’t.”

—-

It was here. Wrestlemania. I have never been more nervous or scared in my life. Yet, I couldn’t help, but feel excited. I couldn’t tell if it was the natural excitement that mania brings or if it was just the chance to see Seth again. Ever since Seth told Brock he was taking the belt and me, Brock has been on edge. True to his word, he didn’t let me leave his sight. I thought he just met when we were on Raw. I was wrong. When he was home, he was practically breathing down my neck. He took my cell phone away by just simply saying he pays for it, he can do as he pleases. I luckily had a chance to delete any evidence of Seth and I. He also dragged me to the gym with him a couple times with the words that he’s not taking any chances. I felt more suffocated than I had ever before. I just couldn’t help, but hope tonight that I would be free. It was hard to not worry about what does happen if Seth losses. Brock might lock me up in his house and throw away the key. I wanted to believe in Seth, but I couldn’t stop the what ifs forming in my head.

“What’s that?” I asked pointing to the dress Paul had in his hands.

“What you are wearing tonight out there.” Brock said smiling. His smile scared me.

“I am going out there? I thought you didn’t want me to leave the locker room.” I cocked my head to the side.

Brock took the dress from Paul and gave it to me. I took it from him to look at it in the mirror. There was no way Brock had picked this out. It was a a simple black dress with a pink under skirt. I couldn’t see Brock picking out any dress much less one I would actually wear.

As I looked at, Brock came up behind me and whispered in my ear, “You didn’t think I would find out, did you?” He put hair behind my ear so he could whisper in it better. “You really did have my fooled. I really thought Rollins was just trying to get in my head til I did some digging. You may have deleted the messages, but the phone company can still give me the number you were texting constantly. You sure talk to him a lot for not knowing what’s going on.” He pressed his body against my back getting as close to my ear as he could. I felt chills down my spine. “That’s why you are going out there tonight. You can get a front row seat to see me destroy your little boyfriend. After that, while he’s in the hospital, I will make sure to send him a little video of what I do to you.” He smacked my ass. “Get ready. We are first.”

“I thought we weren’t til later tonight.”

“I gotta get the upper hand at any chance I can get. Oh, and don’t even think about running off to tell your boy toy. I got guards out this door with strict orders to not let you leave til I come to get you.” He told me. “Make sure you look pretty too. Put some makeup on for once.” He said leaving out the door.

I fell to the floor. I couldn’t help, but cry. I needed to warn Seth. I wish I had my phone still or some type of phone. Brock had already thought of that though. There was no phone in the dressing room. There was usually one somewhere, but as I looked around, I saw nothing. He wanted to make sure I couldn’t contact Seth and warn him. I was confident Seth would be fine, but Brock’s words scared me. The fact he wanted both Seth and I to watch while he beat us. That was something else.

I picked myself off the floor after a while. Brock would be more mad if I didn’t do as he asked. He didn’t need more fuel to be added to the fire he was about to unleash on Seth.

I put the dress on and some black pumps. I decided to curl my hair and pull back on side of it holding it by bobby pins.. The makeup was going to be the hard part. I didn’t know how to do makeup well. I knew Brock was going to want it great so everyone can see what a beautiful girl he has. He would also want Seth to see what he can’t have. It made me want to do it horrible just to spite him. The fact that Seth was there made me want to do it right though.

I was sitting just watching the ending of the pre-show when Brock came to get me. When he walked in, he looked me up and down. “Well, someone actually can make herself look pretty like she used to.” I shook my head at him.

“Let’s just get this over with.” I sighed.

He kissed my lips and I felt immediately disgusted. I didn’t even kiss back. I just stood still. He didn’t like that very much. He grabbed me and started dragging me to the Gorilla. He stopped dragging me when we got there.

“You better be good out there.” He whispered to me. “Cost me this match and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for months.” I gulped at the the thought. The music began to play and it was time to go out. Paul took my hand as we walked out behind Brock. He held it tight like he could read my mind. I didn’t want to go out there. I wanted to run as far as I could from this place. My heart was racing. All the excitement, I had felt had turned into fear. What if Seth didn’t win? What if I have to go back home with Brock? I had hope that Seth would win, but Brock’s threats was killing that hope.

Paul let go of my hand as we got to the ring. I found a spot where I used to stand as those two got in the ring. Paul taking his belt.

Next was Seth, he came out with barely missing a beat. I watched him in what felt in slowmo. He looked so good tonight. He seemed completely unfazed by the time change.

Brock must have noticed how I was looking at him, because as soon as Seth reached the ring. He lunged for him. He didn’t even let him get in the ring before he started his brutal attack on him. I covered my eyes not wanting to watch this. I couldn’t watch it. Paul came up behind me and moved my hands away from my eyes. He held my hands to my side. “He wants you to see this.”

Brock smashed the announcement tables sign repeatedly on Seth’s back. I could see the redness start to show on Seth’s back. He looked extremely hurt. The match hadn’t even started and Seth looked like he could barely move. Brock threw him back in the ring. The ref began trying to make sure Seth was okay while Brock tried to get the bell rung. I tried to get out of Paul’s grip to go help Seth, but he wouldn’t let me. I could feel tears in my eyes as I looked his lifeless body.

Brock finally got his way and the bell was rung. The match was official now and Seth was still not moving. Brock was slowly walking to him, ready to keep this attack now.

I couldn’t stay silent anymore. I had to do something. I can’t just keep being weak. I had to be strong.

“SETH!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I fought against Paul’s grip and finally broke free and was able to get in the ring. I had never actually been in a ring before definitely not during match. My mind couldn’t think of that I had to stop Brock. I ran straight for Seth where he was. I began shaking him, trying to get him to become alert. Brock grabbed me by hair pulling me up off of Seth. “What the hell do you think you are doing? He spat in my ear. "I thought I warned you.” He threw me to the ropes with a snap of his wrist.

Apparently that’s what woke Seth back up. He took advantage of Brock being busy with me and took him down by his leg. He knocked Brock to the ground.

“Get out now, (Y/N).” He yelled trying to get me to leave the ring. I did as he told me and jumped out the ring. I backed up a bit watch from a distance. Seth winked at me for a second before turning his attention back to Brock. Which was just in time back Brock was about ready to knock him back down. Seth was able to dodge it fast.

The match went on for a little longer. I was biting my nails just waiting for it to end. Watching them go back and forth was giving me anxiety. I wanted to turn away, but a part of me couldn’t. All of sudden in the blink of an eye, the match changed. Seth had gotten the ref out of sight and went for a low blow. He punched Brock in the family jewels causing him to fall to his knees. My hands went to my face in shock. Seth took this opportunity to curb stomp him not once, not twice, but three times. Brock was out. Seth took this opportunity to take him for the pinn. 1..2..3. He had won..Seth had beat Brock. Happiness and relief filled my body. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. Seth had won.

The ref handed him the belt. He seemed to be in just as much disbelief as I was. He showed off his title to all the audience for a second than ran to me. He picked me up and kissed me hard on the lips. I kissed back. This whole match I had forgotten about the audience til now. They were cheering like crazy for us. Seth took my hand and ran with me up the ramp. At the top of the ramp, he did his famous move where he twirled it over his head.

Brock had gotten up by now. I could see him staring daggers at me. I didn’t care for once. He could glare all he wanted, but he had lost.

Once, Seth had finished, he grabbed me picking me, he kissed me and began spinning us around. Fireworks shoot off around us. It felt magical. I never wanted this moment to end. I was free from Brock and was finally able to be with Seth without having to hide. I have never felt more happy in my life.

“I love you.” Seth said as he pulled away. “I am so glad you are finally all mine.” He held me tight. “He will never hurt you again.” He whispered in my ear. “I will never hurt you like him. You will always be my queen.” He kissed my head before he led us out the arena.

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