My Beast Slayer (part 2/2)

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.

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

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

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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." 

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.

Very emotional rn

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Hall of Fame | Seth Rollins Imagine

Seth Rollins x FEM!Reader, Colby Lopez x FEM!Reader 

Fluff

Prompt: You and Colby go to the Hall of Fame together and get bored during it and run around backstage doing shit. You both get stopped by two wrestlers who pull you both aside that sparks a conversation about your relationship.

Writer’s Note: I also describe your outfit which I don’t like to do but I needed it to work in the story so if it bothers you, then change it in your mind.

“Y/n, I am about to come out. Tell me how I look, okay? No lies.” Colby shouts from the bathroom of the hotel room while you were still barely ready. 

“Okay, your highness.” You shout back and sit up on the bed. 

Colby walks out in an all-black suit, jacket on and all. You begin laughing, “What the fuck Colby?” You whine. 

“Oh, shit-“

Oh, shit is right! You look fucking hot, what is this? Are you serious?” You exclaim.

“Oh, my god.” Colby scoffs and laughs at your comments. “So I am taking that as a yes Colby you look good.”

“Yes, I would fuck you.” 

Colby laughter grows with your comment as you smile at him, “Well, I appreciate that.” Colby takes his suit jacket off since you two weren’t leaving just yet and he walks back into the bathroom to make sure his hair looks alright. 

“Are you ever gonna get dressed y/n?” Colby shouts. 

“Yes, mom.” You groan gaining a laugh from him. 

You already showered and had your hair and makeup finished, nothing too crazy. Your dress was a simple mid-thigh black dress with some dramatic sleeves and a bit of a lace sheer overlay (fairly witchy, I apologize if you don’t like that). You and Colby weren’t that into wrestling events that required you two to dress fancy, but when you two did y’all looked good. 

After you got dressed Colby was still in the bathroom, “You okay in there? We have to get going.” 

“Yeah.” He releases a breath, “My hair is not staying in one place.” 

You show up in the doorway with your outfit on expect shoes, Colby glimpses to you and immediately smiles. “You-“

Yeah yeah.” You smile. 

Colby rolls his eyes, “You got to legit scream at me because I looked ‘hot’ and you don’t even let me get a word in.” 

You laugh, “Sorry. Continue if you insist.” 

“What I was going to say was that you look hot but like beautiful too. I don’t know if those are the same thing but sometimes saying someone if hot is demeaning and doesn’t mean they are beautiful.” 

You roll your eyes, “Well, thank you…and both words mean I look good so that’s all that matters.”

Colby finishes fixing his hair with a huff and you run to get your shoes on, “Okay I am ready.” 

“Yeah me too.” Colby says while putting his suit jacket back on and getting the room key. 

At the Hall of Fame

The ceremony was about an hour into it when you whispered to Colby. 

“I am bored and I am starving.” 

“I know me too.” Colby lightly laughs. 

“Well let’s go find food..please.” You whine.

“We gotta wait till people move or something, we can’t be seen leaving at an odd point in time.” 

“Got it.” You nod while holding back laughter. 

After a few minutes, you hear Colby whisper in your ear, “Alright, let’s escape.”

You two make a break from the ceremony and make it backstage. You two roam around for a while until Hunter stops you two. 

“What are you kids doing back here?” He smiles. 

“We are starving, so we made a quick escape.” You respond. 

“Yeah, it was all her.” 

You make a shocked face, “You little shit you are the one who had a plan on how to leave.” 

Hunter laughs at you two, “If you two get bored enough come sit in gorilla.” 

“Alright.” Colby nods. 

Hunter disappears down the hall as you move to rest your back on the hallway wall. You cross your arms as Colby moves next to you. 

“Do you think they have catering?” Colby asks. 

“I feel we would’ve seen it by now. We have been walking around for like 20 minutes.’’

“I am going to look again.” Colby begins to walk away but you grab his jacket.

“No, please do not leave me here.” You whine.

 Colby chuckles and moves in front of you and places his hands on either side of your body. “Well, how else are we gonna find food?”

You gasp, “I have an idea. What if I bribe one of the workers at the concession stand to give us food, or I could go out there and sneak some food.” 

Colby shakes his head, “It’s worth a try.” 

After a few minutes of wandering around for the most secretive exit into concessions, you both find a door that leads to a luckily empty hall of concessions. 

“Okay, I am going to sneak out there and get some food, want anything in particular?” You say while going to open the door.

“Uh, what are you getting?”

“Chicken fingers and fries and maybe a soda.” You smile.

“Yeah, get a big basket or whatever you can.”

“Got it, sir.” You jokingly salute him before sneaking out, Colby smiles at your action and waits by the door for you. 

Once you get to the stand you look around before talking to the worker, “Okay kid, I am going to need you to get me the biggest basket of chicken fingers and fries you can. Oh and a large soda.” 

“Sure ma’am..and don’t worry I haven’t seen many people come down here in a while.” 

You smile, “Bad for you, but good for me.” 

After getting your food you sneak back through the door to find Colby standing against the wall waiting for you. 

“I got the goods baby.” You sing while walking up to Colby. 

You begin chowing down on your food while walking towards the gorilla. 

“Was anyone out there?” Colby asks while taking a bit of a fry. 

“Not many, the worker said he hadn’t had many.”

“Well, that’s good for us.” 

You laugh, “That’s what I said.” 

As you two walk down the hall you causal bump into each other as you both chow down on chicken fingers and fries. As you near gorilla you both get stopped by Lita. 

“Hey, you two.” 

“Hey, what are you doing back here?” You chuckle. 

“I should be asking you both the same thing.” 

“Oh. we got bored and got chicken after you left us.” Colby adds in.

Your conversation gets interrupted by Hunter calling Colby for a conversation of their own, leaving you and Lita in a conversation of your own. You and Lita chit chat about your lives for a bit before she asks you the same question Hunter was asking Colby. 

“Are you and Colby a thing, because you would’ve told me right?”

You give a smile, “No we are just friends, that’s all.” 

“I am telling you that something is there, I always told you that.”

“I know but-“

“No buts, you two are perfect for each other and you already got the friendship part down. He also has been watching you all night, I mean you look great so I don’t blame him.” 

You scoff with a laugh, “How do you even know that.” 

“Did you forget we have been sitting next to each other all night.” 

“Okay, well maybe your right then.”

A few feet away from you, Hunter was asking Colby the same kind of question. 

“Are you two-“ Hunter smirks.

“No, I legit tell you this every week.” 

“I just think you two should date and if not then just fuck already. You two have so much sexual tension its kinda ridiculous.” 

Colby laughs, “Okay, I will get right on that dad.” 

“I am serious, you two are practically drooling over each other.” 

“Yeah yeah.” 

After Colby finishes his conversation with Hunter he returns to you and Lita. You immediately switch to another topic. 

“Oh, I forgot.” You stand up and looking around to make sure nobody is watching you. 

“What are you-“ Colby says while walking up to you. 

You lift the one side of your dress to show the band of your thong.

Lita laughs, “Yeah I almost forgot too.” Lita goes to lift the hem of her dress, also making sure no one is looking. 

“Woah ladies, let’s keep it P-G, please.” Colby laughs. 

“Well, we have this thing-“ You begin. 

“Whenever we see each other at a wrestling event and either one of us is wearing a thong we have to show it.” 

You and Lita both smile. 

“That’s-“ Colby tilts his head.

“Weird, yes. But, it’s like a thing.” You laugh. 

“Truly strange.” Colby shakes his head as Lita hugs you goodbye. 

“Okay you two, I must leave now. I have to go present an award.” Lita fakes crying. 

You laugh, “Good luck.” 

As Lita walks off Colby smiles at you, “What?” You ask. 

“Would you wanna get out of here?”

You chuckle, “Shit, I thought you’d never ask.” 

As you two begin walking up to your hotel room you burst out laughing, “Oh my god, that picture we posted on Instagram is being turned into a reaction picture on twitter.” 

“Jesus Christ.” Colby chuckles. 

You and Colby had decided to take a picture for your Instagrams and solely because you were asked to. But you and Colby decided to take a picture where you both were standing and making a confused ‘what the fuck’ kind of face.

“I truly don’t understand how we did this.” You show Colby a tweet of someone quoting the picture with “Me when the Hall of Fame ceremony lasts longer than my own birth.” 

“That’s a good one.” 

After you make it into the hotel room and scroll through more tweets you throw your shoes off and plop on the bed. You sit cross-legged while Colby begins removing his suit. 

“Goddamn..what the fuck!” Colby screams while trying to get his tie off. 

You laugh while watching him, “Do you need help.”

“No, I-“ He struggles again, “Maybe.” 

You jump off the bed and walk up to him and begin to loosen the tie, you struggle for a bit. “We may have to cut it.” You joke

“Are you serious.” Colby looks at you. 

You laugh, “No. I almost got it.” 

After you get his tie off you cheer, “Hell yes, you are free.” 

Colby mirrors you and raises his arms in the air before beginning to unbutton his shirt. At this point you decide you should make get undressed yourself, you walk over to your bag and attempt to remove your dress. Your struggle is noticed by Colby as he walks up behind you and unzips your dress for you. 

“Oh, why thank you, great sir.” You laugh and remove your dress. 

“Of course m’ lady.” Colby removes his shirt and begins removing his pants while occasionally glancing at you. 

“So..apparently Hunter thinks we should fuck.” 

You turn around laughing, “Are you serious.”

“Oh yeah.” Colby makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth. 

“Well, Lita asked me again if we are a thing.” You say while pulling up your shorts. 

“Yep, that’s what Hunter started with. He asks me every week.” 

“Every week?” You unclasp your bra and begin to pull your shirt over your head. 

“Yes. Every. Fucking. Week.” 

“I can’t help but feel your possibly exaggerating.” Colby looks at you when your head pops out of your tee shirt. 

“Oh-ho baby am I not.” You laugh at him and jump back on the bed. 

After Colby finishes getting changed he jumps onto his bed and begins flipping through the tv while you scroll around on your phone. Soon you two lay down for bed after 20 minutes of you both attempting to sleep and the soft sound of the tv filling room Colby speaks up. 

“Y/n? Are you awake?” Colby’s voice is slightly groggy.

“Yes, what’s up?” You are both facing the opposite direction. 

“Are we fucking up?”

After a few seconds you respond, “How do you mean?” You lie, you clearly know what it’s about. 

“I mean-“ Colby rolls over, the sound of him causes you to roll over as well. “Are we missing out on a real relationship with each other. Because I for one wouldn’t be opposed to being in a serious relationship with you. I would gladly call you my girl in a heartbeat.”

“You would?” You ask softly. 

Colby gets out of his bed and walks the few feet over to yours, you sit up as he stands in front of you. “Yes, I would.” 

You two are still in the dark, the only light filling the room is from the tv which leaves you two barely visible to each other’s facial expressions. 

“If I told you I would gladly like being called your girl..in a heartbeat-“

Colby leans down to kiss you, you kiss back without any hesitation. Colby pushes you back on the bed and begins hovering over you while going to kiss you again. You begin to lift the hem of his shirt while he moves to kiss your neck. 

“Ya know, I almost pushed you up against the wall in the hallway when you were hiking up your dress.” Colby moves his hand up your thigh and underneath your shorts. 

You chuckle. 

“I am serious y/n.” Colby smirks at you. “You looked..real fucking good. I couldn’t help myself from thinking about you and-” 

You pull him in for a kiss, “You talk too much Colby.”

Y’all want a part two?