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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

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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.

Plop

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Seth Rollins - Took you long enough

Prompt: Could I make a Seth Rollins request? Something cuts and fluffy where the reader has been with him for a long time. Even before him getting into wwe. And they’re still not engaged/married yet and the reader is wondering when he’ll propose. I just have this image of Seth sneaking peeks at her Pinterest to get ideas for a ring and stuff. Idk if that makes sense at all but I hope it does 🙊 Requested: by anon Warnings: None Words: 1800+

You and Seth had been together for a long time. You went to the same high school back in Davenport. He was popular, known by everyone and you, well you weren’t the bottom of the food chain. You had your group of friendships and you didn’t really stray from them. You knew Seth from the moment you started high school. He didn’t know you. Your first official meeting was when he joined your local gym. You were both 16. You quickly found out that both of you had a love for wrestling and wanted to get into the business. From then on you spent every day together, working out and training together. At first, you just hung out at the gym but your friendship soon evolved to hanging out at school and people quickly noticed. When the two of you started dating you were the talk of your school. 

No one thought your relationship would last but then you made it to a year and then graduation. And now here you are over 10 years later, still together and now in the wwe together. Your relationship has been through a lot. Both of you decided to follow your dreams to become wrestlers that caused some problems in your relationship. Distance being the main one and injuries for both you and Seth. Over the years you went to different promotions and Seth was offered a wwe contract before you. You travelled the world while Seth worked through NXT and onto the main roster. 

You were so proud of him. Eventually, you had made a big enough name for yourself on the indies that you got offered a contract. You were in NXT for a year and now here you are, finally with Seth on raw. 

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(Also, I'm going to start posting more fanfics and imagines soon! I've been working on my writing and some new stories lately so I'm excited to share those soon! Look forward to them! But for now STREAM CALL IT LIKE I SEE IT ♡)

Seth Rollins - Wedding Day

Prompt: Marrying Seth Rollins Requested: nope Warnings: None Words: 3200+

“Should I get into my dress yet?” You asked taking another sip of champagne as Bayley and Ember put their final touches on your hair and makeup.

“Probably a good-“ your mum was cut off by a knock at the door. Renee quickly ran over to open it.

“Dean, Roman you guys aren’t supposed to be here!” She exclaimed closing the door slightly “you don’t get to see her before the wedding”

“Calm down we aren’t marrying her” you heard Dean’s rough voice say

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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.

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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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."