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there’s no coming back from that

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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Lost You

Seth Rollins x Reader

Seth and (Y/N) have been dating for awhile, even moved in together. But Seth has been growing apart from her… failing her. This time, (Y/N) reached her breaking point.

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How you and your sibling look at your mom when she’s having a mental meltdown and screaming at the two of you for breathing in the wrong direction.

Shooting Star

Damian Priest Oneshot

TW: Language nothing major tbh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Being close to you” You hummed at his words.

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

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

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

“It’s so good to have you back" 

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

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

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

“You’re so welcome Priest!” Liv responded through her fit of laughter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve waited a long time to do that.”

“How long?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In love?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Reblog if you miss AJ Lee

April 3rd, 2015 

The day my idol retired from the WWE

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?

The tag team: @dasexydevitt13 @chonisberonica @aujanaidabbs @afauss2009 @helluvastrike @chizachan @queenofthearchitect @balorrollinsmoxley @calicina @@66psychotic99 @godlymissbalor @musicallyinclinedthings @livingoffsavvyillusions @xxghostnappaxx

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.

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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.