Any Place, Any Where

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

damian priest x reader

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

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated

can’t stand to see you go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

so you agreed to stop.

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

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

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

everyone would have fallen in love with him too.

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

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

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

you nodded, not trusting your words at the moment.

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

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

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

“oh…its nothing”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you cried yourself to sleep that night.

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

he knew something was off.

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

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

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

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

“you okay?” drew asked and you nodded.

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

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

“yeah…” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“damian please…”

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

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

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

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

“damian what?”

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

“say it again”

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

“again”

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

“okay…”

“okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

The darkness. The destroyer of worlds.

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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My World

Pairing: Finn Balor x Female Reader

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

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

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

Word Count: 735

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

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finn Balor losing against Dolph of all people

there’s no coming back from that