Deep in my headcanon.

Fanfiction from deep in the recesses of my mind.

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Images taken before disaster.

[deepinmyheadcanon]

It didn’t have to be that way but, yay Rhea title run incoming.

[deepinmyheadcanon]

I know you don't take request but .. vampire!damian and vampire hunter!rhea?

I could certainly add it to my list XD

Thanks!

-Tink

[deepinmyheadcanon]

Why are you writing lovey and sexual fanfictions about Damian and Rhea?

I’m writing them because that’s what I want to write about. The internet is full of pairings of other people that’re friends, enemies and if you wanna get really ‘weird’ siblings. I do have other ideas in my head. Other people, other situations.

-Tink

[deepinmyheadcanon]

Hey, anyone for seconds? -Tink

Title: Fire-breathing Dragons II

Pairing: DamianXRhea

Characters: Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley

Word Count: 4655

Content Warnings: Language, Masturbation, Protected Sex M/F

Rating: Mature

Quick note: Movie time 😁

“Popcorn?” Rhea smiled, offering Damian the bag. She was lying, as she’d promised, on the loveseat in Damian’s hotel room, watching the movie that played on his TV.

“No thanks.” he shook his head with a gentle smile. He wasn’t in the mood for food. He was hungry for something else. He hadn’t been watching the movie much either, his eyes were trained elsewhere...

Rhea.

He’d seen the movie before, chosen it on purpose. His gaze followed and enjoyed her every move. The way that her shoulders bounced when she laughed, her little gasps when she was shocked, the cute giggles she made when something cool happened… the way she was looking at him right now, her eyes light and soft.

“C’mon Day,” she began, smiling wide, shaking the bag. “One little handful won’t hurt.”

He sighed, reaching into the bag of sweet popcorn and took out no more than three pieces. He held them up before popping a piece in his mouth. “This is all I’m having.” He lamented, chasing it with the other pieces.

“Okay.” she giggled, eating another piece, still looking in his direction. She watched his hands settle on his belly afterward. Her giggles tempered down as she looked at him, seeing him looking at her too. A soft smile crossed her face as a shiver ran down her spine. “Cold here isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.”

She grumbled. “I’m coming over to steal body heat.” she stated, pausing the movie and pocketing the remote as she rolled off the sofa. She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked her sneakers off, toeing them away from the bed, pulling off her socks and putting them inside of them.

“Right.” Damian smiled, shuffling off a little to his right, making ample room for her. “Just stealing body heat.” he bit his bottom lip, his eyes smiling, as she crawled onto the bed next to him.

“Stop that.”

“What?” he smiled ‘innocently’, pursing his lips.

“That!” she complained, making herself comfortable, which included wrapping his arm around her shoulders and laying her head on his chest, hand on his sternum.

“Alright.”

“Behave.”

“Mmmm…” he hummed.

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Fifteen minutes passed by innocently enough. Rhea continued watching the movie quietly, warming up quickly. She felt Damian begin to trace little circles on her bare shoulder idly as the climax of the movie came along. It was comforting to begin with, soft touches, tiny circles. As the end came closer, his hand was rhymically massaging her upper arm and shoulder. She could tell he was bored and not watching the screen. That and well… y’know.

Once it was over, she took the control that she’d laid on his belly, and flicked the Spotify app on. She put on the first playlist she came to and turned the volume down a little, casting the control onto the side table. She sighed softly, taking in his warmth before looking up at him. He was looking down at her, head resting on his pillow, a warm look in his eyes.

“Didn’t watch, huh?” she teased, playfully.

He chuckled a little and shook his head, a contented smile settling on his handsome features. “Seen it before.”

“Oh,” she rolled her eyes. “we could’ve found something else… to…” he rolled towards her and shook his head again, his other hand finding its way to her hip, sliding to her lower back. She huffed out a chuckle and tilted her gaze down, trying to hide her flushed cheeks, the blush growing when her eyes settled on the bared strip of his tattooed, well muscled chest. “Watch…” she sighed softly, feeling her face grow even warmer as he shuffled closer to her.

“I did.” he confirmed with a slow breath out, tilting her chin up with his fingertips. “It was beautiful, full of laughs.” he smirked teasingly and brushed his thumb against her jawline.

“Funny.” she smiled sarcastically with a mocking nod but she couldn’t hide her reaction to his touch. “Bay… ummm… bésame…” she caught his gaze and smiled wryly, a flutter of nerves mixing with the fire breathing dragons in her belly, when his chest heaved. She’d heard women say it to him before and it usually led to him ushering her out of the room as they hung off his neck… and loud moaning followed shortly after.

Not this time. She studied his face and watched as his eyes fluttered shut. “Oh god…” he gulped quietly, eyes remaining closed for a moment before blinking open, a wide smile on his face. “No sabes lo que has hecho…”

“What?” she asked, amused.

“Nothing… nothing.” he sighed, softly covering her mouth with his own, something that he’d been desperately holding back from doing for the last couple of hours, letting his eyes drift shut. He stole a gasp from her as he tightened his hold, encircling her with his arms, pulling her to him.

“Da… mian…” she mumbled against his lips, placing her hand on his chest. “Mmmm…” she sighed happily, giving into him, her hand running under his shirt, resting on his shoulder as her eyes fell shut.

It was only their second kiss but they'd laid holding each other a thousand times. They knew what the other felt like.

She’d touched his naked chest before, felt his skin warm up… and ignored it and just snuggled up to him. She’d often slept in the same bed and he’d wear lounge pants for politeness’ sake. She’d seen him naked before and she’d just been embarrassed. The man had no shame.

He knew how she looked. She’d tried on underwear for other partners and taken him with her for his opinion. He’d always told her she looked hot… but, it was never for him. He’d seen her in tiny, black lace underwear before and hidden his gaze. Now he held her in his arms, kissing her… and he couldn’t think of anything else.

Neither had felt like this in each other’s company.

When Rhea softly gasped at the gentle suck Damian gave her bottom lip, he replied with a low purr, seizing the opportunity of slowly exploring her mouth, easing the tip of his tongue between her parted lips. A tiny moan wriggled out of Rhea when his tongue bumped against hers, her grip tightening on his shoulder as she began to respond. She pressed back to him, briefly catching his lower lip in hers, peppering a flurry of firm kisses directly to his lips, smiling happily when he gave back as good as he was getting. The hand at the middle of her back tripped its way under her t-shirt, smoothing her cooler skin with his warm hand, his other arm drew back from around her shoulder and caught the back of her neck, deepening their soft smooches into sensual, open mouthed locks. She felt his muscles tighten against her palm when she moved her hand back down his chest, blindly unpopping the push buttons on his shirt with the same hand, her other hand was trapped under her side.

He shivered when her fingertips brushed his lower belly, breaking their kiss for a moment but staying close, eyes still closed. “Are you sure about this?” he whispered with a smirk.

She opened her eyes slowly and smiled confidently, smoothing back up his chest and starting to push the fabric off over his shoulder. “Yeah.”

He flicked his eyes open. “Just making sure ‘cause…” he chuckled darkly when her hand ran down his back and she began to roll onto her back and pull him on top of her. He shuffled out of the rest of his shirt and tossed it aside before crawling over her and pressing his lips back to hers briefly, holding himself up with his hands. “Okay…”

Their exploratory touches were over. Their mouths had gotten to know each other a little better. The course was clear: No going back.

He caught her in a searing kiss as her hands moved to hold the back of his head. She guided him to her preferred side and let out a muffled whimper when his hand brushed her stomach, taking the hem of her shirt in his hand and tugging it up. She instinctively sat up a little, letting him remove it. “Arms.” He mumbled in between kisses and she silently complied, lifting them above her head, breaking their embrace for a short moment while he stripped it off her arms, throwing it to the floor.

Her arms floated around his shoulders as they slipped back into their rhythm, enjoying the way his back muscles rolled underneath her fingertips when he pulled her up to a sitting position by her waist. She smiled helplessly as she found herself straddling his hips for the first time outside of play fighting, lips bound to his, arms draped over his back as he deftly unclasped her black t-shirt bra and slid it off her.

When he came to the realisation that she was topless under him, he stopped moving. His eyes flew open, his mouth still upon hers. “Holy…” he gasped a breath and drew back from her so that he could see her ample, bared breasts.. “Oh my god, look at you…” his eyes were locked on her chest, his lips parted lustfully.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Never seen these…” he gulped.

“They’re just tits, Damian…” she giggled.

“Great tits…” he smirked, looking back up to Rhea. “God, you look so hot like this.”

“Stop it.” she tried to hide her blush, grabbing his hand and putting it on her left breast. She smiled softly. “Oh.” she mumbled, enjoying his touch, using her other hand to bring his lips back to hers.

His other hand moved to the right side of her chest and one daring thumb took a curious first brush over the full of the breast he held, to his relief, she pressed herself into his hand, urging him to do more. He didn’t need much persuading, grasping it in his huge paw and gently kneading the tender flesh, drawing a soft moan from her when he caught her hardening nipple under his thumb. He took her face with his free hand and enjoyed the feeling of her for a moment, feeling himself getting more turned on with every little noise she made. He rolled her nipple under his thumb pad and relished in the ticklish giggle she gave him, followed by sighs and pleasured mumbles as it came to a stiff peak. He took the opportunity to give it one little test pinch, drawing a surprised moan from Rhea.

“Hey…” she hissed, biting hold of his lip.”

“Owww!” he growled back, mocking her ever so slightly, his hands shooting back and away from her body. “Do you not…?”

She shook her head. “Mmmm… I do. Didn’t expect it…” she smiled, letting go of his lip, looking down at Damian’s hands. “Do it again…?”

He locked gazes with her and placed both hands on her chest, tracing his fingertips over her skin before taking hold of both breasts and fondling them, watching her face as it changed. Her cheeks darkened, her eyes drifted closed, her lips parted. He smiled hungrily as he took her in, swooping in and pressing a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her neck, each one firmer and wetter than the one before. “Hickeys?” her mumbled but affirmative reply was all he needed to carry on, wrapping his lips around her pulse point at the same time as he pinched the same nub that he had before, still tending to the other, warming it up to his touch. She gave him a long, satisfied groan, sitting down in his lap finally but, arching back out of his grip in pleasure. Damian’s happy moan made her smile, he purred into her skin, giving her goosebumps as he kissed down her shoulder, leaving a little trail of nibbles as he made his way down her chest. He held her up to his mouth and suckled her right nipple between his lips, looking up to see her face when he flattened his tongue and worried it.

“Oh… that’s so good…” she mumbled, head dropping back as he licked at it like a kitten. “Mmmm…” she sighed breathily when he switched sides and massaged her under his thumb.

“Glad you like being marked, sucked…” he whispered deeply, kissing her chest, sucking more skin into his mouth, just above her tattoo. “I bet tu coño likes it too.”

She gasped loudly in surprise and pleasure. “Now there’s something I never thought I’d hear come out of that mouth…” she bit back a giggle but whimpered when he closed his mouth around her right nipple again, nibbling it, bringing a keen moan ripping from her throat. “Oh…” it trailed off into a sigh. “Mmmm fuck…”

His cock twitched with her little curses. “Neither did I but…” he mumbled around her skin, letting her go with a rougher suck. “I’m willing to find out… by the way, the curses? Mami…” he purred, taking her jaw in his hand and kissing her once again, laying her down gently on the bed. “So hot…”

“Good because, no matter how we do this, I have a filthy mouth.”

“I know.”

“You do?” a blush rose on her cheeks. Again. He was making this a habit already and she did not appreciate it.

“You know your secret, not so secret, post match ritual that you occasionally partake in?” he raised his eyebrow and she gasped, smacking his cheek gently. “The whole locker room knows about that. Mens and womens. Some of us know more than you think.”

“Son of a bitch.”

He laughed, trailing his hand down her body, hovering his hand over her pants. “The other week…”

“That was you?”

“Mmmm… yeah it was.”

“I thought I heard someone try to open the door and then leave...” Rhea leered at Damian and pressed her hips into his waiting hand with a soft whimper.

He closed his eyes for a second, thoughtlessly rubbing her through her jeans. “I didn’t go…” he winced, expecting another smack but it never came.

“I know.”

“You sounded like you were… surprised.”

Rhea’s eyes turned dark and she let out a chuckle, rubbing against his slow moving hand, her lips parting. “New toy.”

“Mmmm.” Damian groaned quietly, moving his hand back to her side and replacing it with his hips.

“Yeah.” She gasped at how hard he was already. They’d barely touched. “Mmmm… I remember calling it a drainpipe…” she teased him cheekily.

“Shut up…” he purred, slowly moving his hips against her for the first time, unbuckling her jeans, pulling the zipper down. He smirked when he saw her black panties slightly damp on the outside.

“Don’t give me that look!”

“Mmmm… can’t help it but, what ‘look’?”

“The look.”

“Which?” he asked slyly, lifting her hips and beginning to peel the denim off her long legs.

She looked down at herself and smiled. “The ‘awww look she’s all wet!’ look!” a blush rising on her cheeks as he slipped her panties to the side.

“Oh look…” he grinned, sliding a thumb over her wet folds. Her little gasps shot straight to his cock, his voice rumbling out of his mouth. “You’re all wet…”

“Yeah…” she whimpered happily. “You’re a damn good kisser, Priest…” she sighed as he moved back up her body. “Damn good…”

He sucked the taste of her from his thumb and smiled. “Oh yeah?”

Her eyes were fixated on his mouth cleaning his digit. “Yeah, douchebag.” she grinned back and took his belt buckle in her hands.

He laughed along with her and decided to help with his pants, unbuttoning the five buttons with practised ease. As Rhea lay back with a happy smile, he hopped off the bed for a minute and shucked off his jeans and, sort of accidentally, his boxers. He smirked at Rhea’s shocked look and stepped out of the snug fabric. “That was a… happy accident.” he laughed, a touch embarrassed, climbing back on top of her.

“That, Damian, is a very happy accident.”

“I’m fucking hot for you, what can I say?”

“Say fuck again…”

He smiled, kissing her mouth languidly, gently shaking his head. He reached down and slid his hand into her panties. “I can make you say it…”

“Not up for debate...”

He rubbed her in tiny circles, watching her face relax under his ministrations. He pressed little kisses to her neck and jaw, not taking her eyes off her features. “God Rhea…” he purred, feeling how wet she was getting for him. Her tiny moans spurred him on, his middle finger sinking inside of her.

“Oh… yeah…”

“Mmmm, such a wet pussy…” he mumbled against her collarbone, pressing his hard, naked cock against her thigh. He stroked her most intimate zone slowly, just teasing her, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“Can’t wait for you to get inside me… fuck me with that dick…” she whispered near his ear, sighing with his every touch.

Damian’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Mmmm… no fucking tonight. Another time.”

“But… uhhh!” She cried out as he added another finger to her.

“But… we are doing this.”

Rhea sighed. “We are…”

“Absolutely.” he smiled sliding down her body and stripping her panties off with no hesitation, caressing her long toned legs with his long, thick fingers. He kissed her inner thigh and revelled in her eager anticipation. He laughed at her again, moaning at the sight of her wet pussy for the first time. “Not tonight.”

She pouted. “Why not?”

He crawled back up to her face. “Because.” he kissed. “not tonight.”

“You want this to be just…” she touched his chest, sliding her hand down to his belly.

“Boring?” He followed her hand.

“No.” she grinned, hungrily eyeing up his swollen length and taking it in her hand.

He moaned deeply at her touch and lowered his hips eagerly, bracing himself on the bed with his hands, gasping when she pumped it. “That’s what… what you meant.”

“No. I meant—“ she smiled, pecking his chin. “Just sex.”

“Are you trying to get me mad?” he raised his eyebrow curiously.

“No, I’m not.” She smiled softly. “If you just want to make us both feel good then…”

“Yeah. We can leave the… fuck—“ Rhea grinned, rolling his balls in her hand, pulling out the word she wanted to hear from him. “Here I am trying to win you over with simple pleasure and you’re just like ‘fuck me with that dick’!” he broke down laughing and butted his forehead against hers. She began to laugh too and let go of his member with a soft smile.

“Are we going to be able to do this without ripping the shit out of each other?” she asked, scratching at his belly gently.

“I think we can, yeah.” he nodded, panting quietly. “Do you?” He just looked at her for a moment, smiling lazily when she nodded back at him. “Your eyes are so… beautiful.” he slapped himself mentally.

“Cheese. Super cheese. A fucking sharp cheddar.”

“Yeah I know, I hate myself.”

She giggled. “Well, I’ve been trying to keep my hands off of you for too long… and your eyes… that intense gaze… makes me feel like my legs are going to give out.”

The gaze he was giving her at that moment. Like she was the only person in the world. He pressed his lips to hers and took his cock in his hand, massaging it a couple more times, reaching into the drawer beside them and finding, opening and rolling on a rubber. “Ready for boring old ‘just sex’?” he smiled through his shallow pants.

She chuckled against his lips and moaned when he rubbed the head against her lips. “Mmmhmm…” her mouth tore open as he started to press in. Their wanting for each other having moved the foreplay to the wayside, she was ready enough for him but he was feeling a little bigger than he would’ve if she’d had more time. His deep moan woke up her senses as her eyes fluttered shut. “Oh, babe…” she grunted as he slid deeper inside of her, settling around his impressive cock. Her sharp nails dug into his shoulders as he drew his hips slowly back with a long moan. Their mouths slid apart, Damian hovering over her, forehead touching hers, as they settled into each other. Rhea’s eyes opened slowly, looking at him as he smoothly pressed himself back in. On his fourth slow roll in, their hips finally connected. Rhea gave a sigh when he jutted his hips forward a touch and he chuckled, moaning when she clamped herself around him.

“Oh god.” he groaned softly, biting his lip. He kissed her sweetly, just pressing his lips to hers. “Why does this feel… so right?” he asked, unmoving, stroking her cheek.

“I don’t know.” she shrugged, gently scratching his shoulder. He kissed her again, rolling his hips against hers, bringing deep moans from them both. “Just does.” she sighed, grinning.

“Yeah, it does.” he smiled back, starting to chuckle when she rolled her eyes at him, making her laugh too.

“Shut up you.”

He surged back into a kiss, pressing their chests together, pulling his hips back a little faster and burying himself quicker again which made Rhea squeal when he hit her hilt. “Rhea…” he growled between breaths, repeating the motion, a little quicker again. Once he found a rhythm, one that made Rhea moan with every thrust, he let his hands roam down to her hips, gripping them firmly, grounding each move, bringing them as close as he could. He groaned deep in his chest when he felt her shift her hips with a drawn out moan, calling his name for the first time. He nearly came at the sound of it. Harsh but smooth. In his surprise, he bucked his hips shakily, making her cry out.

“We okay?” she breathed out hard.

“This nearly ended.” he grinned, rolling his eyes. “Nearly made me come… just by saying my name…” he whispered, regaining his almost measured pace.

“Really?” she giggled a little, stopped by another sharp moan. “Oh… fuck!”

“Mmmm fuck, I love it when you say that…” he leered, nibbling her bottom lip. In response, Rhea rolled her hips up to meet him on his next thrust, her walls clenching around him when he brushed her sweet spot, making her keenly slam her hips down into the next. His jaw tightened. “I said… not tonight…” he moaned through his teeth, locking eyes with her.

“Please…?” she begged coyly, softening her eyes at him, moaning freely.

“Don’t.” He smiled, copying her words from earlier that day, mentally shaking away the urge to flip her over and fuck her until she couldn’t move.

“Funny.” she bit her lip and just let his pace move her, her breasts bouncing, hips rocking with his every stroke. Her head fell back against the pillows, neck craning, back arching when he snapped his hips, driving a warning home at her one worded reply.

He licked her neck. “Don’t make me warn you again? Por favor…?”

Her legs shuddered at the tone in his voice, instinctively moving to wrap them around him. “Faster…” she purred weakly, planting one foot on the bed and gripping the back of his thigh with her other foot, digging in her heel as he answered her request, smoothly pumping his hips faster, moving his hands to grasp at her thighs, shifting the angle of his hips a little. “Day– uh yeah…” she moaned loudly with a happy grin.

He held the back of her legs, pushing them up a little, making Rhea lock her legs around his lower back. He knew how flexible she was capable of being and he intended on exploring that with her as much as he possibly could but, for now, this was perfect. “Dios mio…” he moaned harshly, eyes rolling back in his head. He’d dreamt of her screaming his name for weeks now and he thought he’d never want her to stop. “Cariña… “ he sighed, smiling uncontrollably, nearing the end for real this time. He snapped his hips forward, grunting with each thrust.

“Oh my god!” Rhea cried out, feeling the heat build inside her, breath shaky, moans flowing like water, grunting every time Damian’s tight balls smacked against her ass. “Fuck me… fuck me Damian…” she whimpered quietly, voice strangled. She sunk her nails into his back and buried her head in the crook of his neck. Begging for him to make her come.

Her cries of desperation sent him over the edge. His shaky thrusts turned into sharp ruts as he felt his orgasm hitting. Shaking his head, he grunted, bucking his hips deep, coming with a strangled grunt. “Fuck Rhea…” he growled, a twinge of anger teetering around in his cadence.

Rhea’s cry of completion came shortly after he pounded her g-spot into oblivion with his hard thrusts. Her words had done their job. “Yes!” she wailed needily, riding him through her orgasm. “Oh fuck… yes…” a snarl grew on her lips, her jaw dropping open as another wave of pleasure rolled through her. “Damian…” his name tripped so easily from her lips it almost scared her… and she loved the look on his face every time she said it. His hips began to slow as she felt a final wave pass over her as he drew his hips back one more time for one last thrust. “Play with my clit…”

“Really?” his eyebrow raised with surprise as he held his final move back.

“Do it…” she almost dared him to. “Please…?” her eyes turned to a dark, daring blue, still burning with pleasure and need.

He brought his hand to his lips and quickly sucked his thumb into his mouth, wetting it before finding her clit with a practised nonchalance, never once taking his eyes off her. “Still hungry?”

“Just one more bite…” she grunted as he pressed his digit down onto her throbbing nub, rubbing up and down her soaked skin. “Fuck, that’s it… oh– just like– like that!” she screamed, as Damian steadily stroked her faster and faster. “Oh fuck yes! Oh fuck… oh my god…”

Damian moaned, watching her hump and clamp herself around his spent cock into her second orgasm, watching her come drip down between them as she moaned and panted. “So sexy…” he hissed, bending down and capturing her lips, kissing her lazily as she rode him out. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight to her as she came down from her high. He ran a hand up her side and brought it to her cheek, holding her against him as he slowly pulled out with a low grunt. Their lazy, spent kisses continued for a few long minutes, until Damian got up to clean himself up. After a minute or two, Rhea bounced silently into the bathroom behind him. He turned to her and grinned, shaking his head. “She’s back…”

“Who?” she smirked.

“Goofy Rhea.” he replied, watching her swaying hips and bouncing breasts, her head tilting side to side repeatedly along to the music in the background.

“Goofy? Relaxed. Sated.” she smiled, sidling up to him, nudging him for a hug. “Kiss please.”

He wrapped her arms around her and kissed her softly, wrinkling his nose playfully. “You need a shower.”

She mumbled against his lips and punched him in the hip. “Got come dripping down my leg so, yeah. Fuck outta my way.” she growled in fake anger and pushed past him as he laughed at her antics.

“Come back to bed after!” he called to her as he left the room, hearing her close the shower curtain and flip on the water.

“I’m going to sleep, Priest!”

[deepinmyheadcanon]

I have a plan for Fire Breathing Dragons 3 already…

🤭

-Tink

[deepinmyheadcanon]

Ugh, it’s gonna look ugly with no formatting but, I have no PC access and I won’t leave it unposted any longer! I hope you guys enjoy this. It will be due a sequel so, hold on 🖤

Title: Fire-breathing Dragons

Pairing: Damian Priest X Rhea Ripley

Characters: Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley and Raquel Gonzalez.

Content warning: Sexual intent.

Rating: T

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“I can’t... okay?” she growled, neck deep in her own frustration.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don’t… don’t do that.”

As she practically ran down the corridor, Rhea grabbed her phone from her pocket and tapped and swept at the screen until she got to where she needed to be. She tapped on a name in her FaceTime app and held her phone out in front of her as she slammed her locker room door behind her.

“Chiquita, you look like you’re about to break something…”

“Raq… I’m freaking out.” Rhea wailed, her face hidden in her palm, trying to find somewhere to prop up her phone.

“Shhh, calm down.” Raquel’s teasing grin calmed into a soft, reassuring smile.

“I can’t!”

“You can.” She lamented, swiping a strand of hair out of her face.

“It happened again.” she continued, placing her phone on a bench and plopping herself down on the ground.

“Look, tripping on the ropes happens, chica, you know this. It can’t be helped.”

“He tried to kiss me, Raquel… again.” Rhea stated, a tone of panic in her voice.

Raquel gasped. “Oh… sorry.”

“Sorry? What do you mean, sorry?!” she blushed and her cheeks began to feel hot.

“Damian, right? Before I get on the wrong track?” she watched Rhea give her one stiff nod. “We both know there’s know stopping that freight train…”

“Last time, you said ignore it and it’ll go away!” Rhea squirmed on the floor, laying on her back.

“If he’s trying again, he’s not going away.”

She sighed deeply and slammed her foot on the floor. “I get… stomach cramps when I think about him.”

“That’d be butterflies, Ree.”

“Ha! As if. I don’t get butterflies.”

“No, you get fire breathing dragons.”

She gasped, irritated. “I do not…”

“Remember the last person you got hot for?” she heard Rhea grumble in protest and laughed. “Fire breathing dragons.”

“He made me almost feel sick… and I—“

“Sorry Rhea, I’m not taking ‘I’m not hot for Damian.’ as an answer.”

“Aaaaah!” she cried out in frustration. “I don’t know why I call you in a crisis!”

“Because you love me and I’m your best friend!”

“And you’re about as much help as pepper spray up your nose!” she watched Raquel laugh and growled. “Okay Cupid, what do I do?”

“Let him.”

“Let him what?”

“Let him kiss you. Touch you. Whatever.”

“I can’t, he’s my friend.”

“A friend that obviously wants you. You told me about the gear lending incident…”

Rhea whimpered softly… she’d tried to forget that.

“Yeah… and the first time he tried to kiss you was later that night when you told him to come over to ‘talk’.”

“Stop it.” She mumbled, idly itching her belly. “I’d nearly forgotten about that.”

“Yeah and I heard you whimpering just then thinking about it…”

“Yeah, so what.”

“So you obviously like him and he likes you. Just try it.”

Rhea sighed, rubbing a hand through her short locks. “Gah, alright.”

“Alright?”

“Yeah. Why not? Ruin my friendship with a kiss I’ll probably live to regret.”

“Cynic.” Raquel tutted.

“Realist.” Rhea replied, pushing herself up to her feet, picking up her phone and looking at the screen finally with a gentle smile. “I’m totally gonna regret this…”

“You might but, you’ll never know otherwise.”

“Mmmm…” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “I’ll call you after the train gets derailed…”

“Jesus, Rhea…”

She pulled her tongue and waved.

“Bye.” Raquel rolled her eyes and ended the call.

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She slowly shuffled her way down the corridor to his locker room and took a deep breath when she reached his door. She nervously held the back of her neck and knocked quietly with her free hand.

No response.

She waited a moment before trying again, hoping no-one had seen her. The second knock she made was a little louder and less patient than the first. Her courage was waning by the moment.

Still nothing.

One more. She told herself, knocking louder again but still trying not to draw attention to herself.

“In the shower…” he called from behind the door.

Her heart skipped a beat. She’d seen him in a towel before. “Hey, I—“ she began, her breath catching in her throat a little. “It’s me…”

“Come in, I’ll be out in a minute.” he replied gently, and Rhea heard the water shut off.

The man had no fear of being caught short. Every door was always left open. Rhea cracked the door open and prayed to the god she didn’t believe in that he wasn’t just standing there, dripping wet, naked as the day he was born. Fortunately, the room was unoccupied. She shuffled over to the sofa and snuggled herself into a corner, waiting for Damian to come out. She could hear him shuffling around behind the wall, chains rattling. Must be from his jeans… she thought. Her heart beat a little faster when she heard his footsteps getting nearer, his likely bare feet lightly tapping the tiles. She heard him spray some deodorant over himself, closing her eyes, trying to work out what it smelled like… but it just smelled like freshly rained air. Clean and soft. When he walked out, her eyes did their best to remain neutral.

“You decided to come back then?” he smiled somewhat knowingly, as he adjusted his hair and shirt in the mirror.

“I…” Rhea started, frustration rising in her chest. “I had to go away to think.”

“Mmmm?” he mused, turning to look at her. “And?”

“And I talked to Raquel. I had to.”

“What did you say?” he unbuttoned his top two buttons, paying attention to her.

“That I freaked out.”

Damian smiled and sat down near her on the sofa. “Go on…”

“I did freak out.” she continued, peeping over at him, melting over his soft smile and the way he leaned on the back of the sofa. “I don’t want us to ruin the… amazing friendship we have by… by—“

“Kissing?” Rhea nodded coyly, hiding her face in her hands again.

“More than that. You showed me how much you wanted me the other week… I heard from a few members of the locker room what happened next.” a blush crept on both of their faces. “Then we talked and you tried to kiss me and I choked. Then again today… We know each other too well. I don’t want this to go from a simple kiss, to way too…” she gulped softly as she felt the weight shift next to her. “complicated…”

Damian had moved closer to her, his arm draped over the back of the sofa behind her back. “Why does it have to be complicated?” he asked softly, tentatively stroking her upper back and shoulders. “A kiss is just a kiss.” he smiled. “If it doesn’t feel right, we just leave it at that and boom, friends.”

“That’s what I’m scared of.” She sighed looking away from him. “I don’t want our friendship to be compromised.” she played with the hem of her shorts on her thigh. “Not now, not however long down the line.”

“I can promise you that our friendship won’t be broken, at least on my end.” he sighed, pulling her into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head, just holding her for a few minutes. “Peach?” He asked, his voice deeper than it had been.

Rhea awoke from her warm, comforted silence. “Hmm?” she looked up at him and breathed softly through her nose. “What?” she smiled, catching him gazing at her, his dark eyes scanning over her.

“You too warm?” he smiled, his hand carding through her hair.

“No, just…” she sat up slowly and without warning, found the courage to lean up and kiss him, softly pressing her lips to his. She gasped, feeling a spark immediately, the spark she was afraid of. The spark she knew they had between them… the spark that could destroy them. His soft lips meshed with hers as they gently tested the waters. He reached up and took her face in both of his hands, pulling her into him. She had to just go for it or she’d never pluck up the courage and she was glad that she did. He was an attentive kisser, not just an over aggressive lip smashing, teeth clashing biter like she’d seen him be with other women. She was never jealous of course because, that Damian wasn’t the person she knew. She knew this. She knew this kiss. A tender, passionate yet sweet caress. This was the man she knew and she was glad that his personality was genuinely reflected in the affection he showed her. She slowly broke off the kiss and held his hands on her cheeks.

“I’m so happy that I recognised you…”

“What do you mean?”

She sighed and nibbled her bottom lip, gazing into his dark eyes. “Other people haven’t had that ‘Damian’.”

“They have who I want them to have.” he smiled, thumbing over her lower lip.

Rhea’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he placed his lips on her cheek. “You never know…” she whispered, focusing on the spots he pecked at. “I might want that guy… sometimes.”

A devilish smile crossed his face. “He comes out when he’s… had enough.”

“Over stimulated?” she grinned knowingly.

His cheeks reddened. “Pissed off, wronged… desperate.”

She caught his gaze and smiled softly. “I’ve pissed you off before...”

“But I like you.” he smiled back, pressing his lips briefly to hers.

“Maybe you could… dislike me a bit every now and then?” Every time he kissed her, she wanted more. He still held her face in his big paws.

He quietly studied her face, loving her little grin. “I don’t need to dislike you to give you what you want.” his heart beat a little faster when her eyes closed, a contented smile on her features, glossy black lipstick glistening. His hands moved to the back of her head, tracing a path with his fingertips. He watched her face for any reaction, smirking when her lip twitched as he grazed a short nail over the shell of her ear. “Intent is key.”

“So, if I want soft, be normal.”

“Yeah.” he chuckled quietly, gazing at her mouth as she spoke, watching the shapes her lips made.

“…and…” her eyes flickered open slowly as Damian’s hand smoothed down her neck to her shoulder. “If I want you to make sure I don’t know my own name after?” She posed her question with a wicked grin and held his gaze, watching his irises grow darker and warmer. Her lip found its way between her teeth again.

He sighed, shuffling in his seat. “Well, uh…” he gulped back the thickness in his throat and breathed out heavily. “That’d be one way to do it…”

“Just tease him out. Got it.” Rhea blinked cutely, placing her hands on his cotton covered chest as his warm hands found her mid back. “Wanna go back to a room and watch a movie?”

“You ask questions like that and now you want to watch a movie? In one of our hotel rooms?” He gulped before saying the last word. “Alone?” his incredulity was genuine.

“Why not? We’ve done it before.” she smiled and shrugged. “Mate.”

“I’ll give you ‘mate’, Ripley.” he growled playfully and peeled himself off her, his body feeling the loss of touch immediately. “The moment your ass hits a bed, I won’t be held accountable…”

She stood up off the sofa and grinned, biting her tongue so he could see. “I’ll sit in the loveseat.”

“My room then.”

[deepinmyheadcanon]

Okay, so I have technical difficulties. Posting it from my phone will look so whacked out so, I’ll post it tomorrow. Ugh, I suck!

-Tink

[deepinmyheadcanon]

It’s been... a month. More than a month. But, I have a little news. I have something to post tonight. I just need to scan over it once I’m home.

- Tink

[deepinmyheadcanon]

So... I can't seem to reply to or reblog using this account, it keeps directing me to my main. Weird BUT! That's not why I'm posting. I wanted to thank those of you that read 'Lost and Found?' so far a big thank you!

@twistedbeautifully Haha thank you so much! Glad you loved it. I'm away until Sunday afternoon GMT now but, I'll have a little think about a part two when I get time after hours.

Have a great weekend everyone!

-Tink

[deepinmyheadcanon]

Hey! Anon here- That fic has to be one of my favorites I’ve ever read! I know demand may not be very high for this pairing right now, but I love your fics! Maybe if you open up requests in the future, I might send in a few! Thanks!

I mean, demand should be high for them, I find ammunition EVERYWHERE! I’m so glad you liked it! Feel free to drop me a nugget when the feeling comes!

[deepinmyheadcanon]

The inspiration just hasn't been gripping me lately, sorry! HOWEVER, a wonderful anon sent me a lovely, naughty little prompt and ooooooh baby! So, this is my 'attempt' at accepting my first request I guess? Hope you enjoy it!

Title: Lost and Found?

Pairing: None really XD

Characters: Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley, Nikki A.S.H

Word Count: 3318

Content Warnings: Language, Masturbation

Rating: Mature

Quick note: Damian lends Rhea a pair of his tights after she loses her gear.

rhearipley_wwe:

*LOST GEAR BAG*

My MosherZ of Albuquerque I know this is a stretch but, if any of you have seen a black travel suitcase around Office Boulevard & Montaño rd please hold onto it and let me know. It has all my gear in it, including my title. Cheers!

Damian looked at his phone, twitter app open in front of him, looking at the tweet Rhea had just posted. "Man, that’s shitty.” he mumbled to himself, retweeting it.

ArcherOfInfamy:

Help the homie out!

He tapped the ‘tweet’ button before cycling back to his Messages and starting a new text.

Damian: Hey, you alright? Left your stuff behind?

Rhea: Mate, I’ve had people commenting on the tweet saying ‘it’s gone, you aren’t getting it back’, ‘they’ve probably hawked it’, ‘good luck’ stuff like that. Just sent something out asking for people to look on things like Facebook Marketplace etc for people selling my gear! 😤

Damian: Shit…

Rhea: Yeah, my belt’s in there too! Honestly, the gear’s replaceable, it’s my belt! Props are gonna go mad… and Vince? Shit.

Damian: Double shit.

Rhea: Right? Got a fucking match tonight, no gear.

Damian sighed, scrubbing his face. It sounded stupid when he thought about it but, Rhea did have long legs.

Damian: I’ve got a spare pair of tights you can borrow for tonight.

Rhea: 😂 you must be joking!

Damian: I’m actually serious.

Rhea: Will they fit?

Damian: Don’t know, try them out. I’ll bring them to you when I get to the arena.

Rhea: Well, thanks I guess. They’ll be better than wrestling in jeans and a t-shirt!

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“That’s messed up.” Nikki crowed, sitting next to Rhea as she got her makeup done. “We were literally gone from the table for a few moments!”

“I know. Guess it only takes the time taken to get another coffee for some piece of crap to steal my case…” Rhea hissed, picking at her fingernails. “It’s never happened to me before.”

“Well, you can borrow my title belt if y’need to?” she offered.

“Please, yeah. That’d be great.” she rested her head on Nikki’s shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m gonna tell people.”

Nikki patted the back of Rhea’s head comfortingly. “I can guarantee you’re not the first person to get your gear nicked. It’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” she tutted. “I feel much better.” she lifted her head and smiled wryly, rubbing her forehead.

“Delivery for a Miss Ripley?” Damian announced with a goofy smile, approaching the tag champions, a pair of folded up pants tucked under his arm.

Rhea shook her head, smiling as she stood up to greet him. “Hi!” She wrapped her arms around him, under his armpits, butting her forehead on his chest. “My hero.”

“Hey, I hope they fit?” he chuckled warily, placing his free hand in the middle of her back, reciprocating the hug.

“Me too.” she sighed, stepping back to receive them from him. “Thanks bud.”

“You’re welcome.” he smiled. “They’re just black ones. Oh and make sure you wash them before I get them back…” he teased, walking away from them. “You stink after a match, don’t really want Rhea stank on my gear!”

Rhea smacked Nikki’s arm with the back of her hand for laughing at his comment. “Thank you, thank you for that.” she snarled, calling after him. “You too by the way!”

“Bye Damian!” Nikki cooed as he turned off around a corner, laughing at Rhea’s disdain. Rhea heard him say ‘later!’ back with a dismissive wave. She unfurled the borrowed tights with a deep breath out of her nose, shaking her head at how long they were. She could deal with the waistband, but the leg length? “So… they’re gonna look hilarious on you.” Nikki teased.

“Shut up, you didn’t offer to lend me anything!” Rhea smirked, eyeing up Damian’s gear, scrutinising it, wondering if she could roll up the leg length at the ankles. Maybe some safety pins here and there?

“You’re taller than I am. Also, I’m pretty sure you said ‘No’ to the blue and gold?”

“Unless it’s Vegeta!” Rhea looked over at her and smirked. “That gear was fire!”

“Yup, unless it’s Vegeta.” Nikki chuckled, pointing at the material in her hands. “Did he offer to lend you those?”

“Yeah, I did ask him if he was joking…” she giggled.

“I’m just imagining you in those pants…” she laughed with her friend.

“Yeah well, at least they’re the right style!” Rhea stuck her tongue out at Nikki, turning away from her. “I’m gonna go and change. See ya in a bit.”

“In a bit!” she chuckled, turning her face back to their make-up artist.

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They actually didn’t fit badly at all. They were very long on her, Damian’s almost a foot taller than she is in bare feet. She folded up the extra lycra, tucking it into her socks, putting her Doc Martens back on. She tightened up the waistband with the laces inside of the fabric, pulling them as tight as she could manage. A wardrobe malfunction was at the bottom of her list of wants and needs right now. She turned to the side in front of her mirror, admiring the way the rest of the fabric clung to her butt and legs. The waistband looked a little bunched up though. Her brows furrowed in thought. Fortunately, the rest of her travel bags were still in her possession. She pulled out a punched belt and looped it through the belt hoops, smiling proudly when it did the job of covering up the faux pas.

“Thank you, Damian…” she grinned, smoothing her hands over her thighs and butt.

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After his match, Damian watched the action from the side of the stage. If it was on TV, he’d be in his locker room watching on a monitor, but that's just the way live events go. There were only two matches left on the card; Rhea’s match was up next, a fatal four way for the RAW Women’s Championship. He’d already showered and changed into jeans and sliders after his match, towel slung around his neck to stop the water running down his back and onto his pants. He massaged his scalp with the towel as he watched from his seat. Bianca and Sasha had already made their entrances. Charlotte, as champion, would come out last, so Rhea was next out. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the specific pair of tights he’d lent to her. He’d fully expected them to swamp her.

When her music hit, he leaned further out to catch her come down the ramp. He was already smiling like a total goofball.

But then, out she came.

And the smile immediately fell from his face.

“Dios mío…” he whispered to himself. His hand shot up to his mouth in an attempt to conceal his expression. He watched her pose for the crowd in a state of shock and… very sudden lust. He’d never looked at her that way. Though there was no doubt in his mind that she was beautiful, she was his friend. One of his best friends. Nothing more. He couldn’t believe that those tights weren’t made for her. She was wearing his gear and it fit her like a glove. On her top, just a crop top that he’d seen her wear at the gym… now he was seeing it as if it was the first time he’d seen her wear it. He shifted in his seat, examining every contour of her body in his clothes. Her ass looked firm and round, her thighs looked toned and strong, her belted waist hugged by the material. The smile only began to return to his face when she posed on the ring apron.

“Good match, brother!”

He startled when he heard a voice and felt a slap to his back, wiping his lips, drying them off. He looked around, briefly, with a courteous smile, snapping his attention back to the ring. “Thanks man!”

“You’re very welcome!” Riddle smiled broadly, as he often did, leaning on the back of Damian’s chair. “Oh crap, I didn’t know Rhea’s match was on yet…”

Damian cleared his throat and wet his lips, his lips were dry, but he was salivating, his mouth like a waterfall. He kept gulping, trying to stop, but he couldn’t. “Yeah, just starting now.”

Her match went by like a blur. He saw everything but, he wasn’t focused on the pace of the match. Just her.

When the final bell rang, he came around a bit, Charlotte’s theme music signalling her victory. At least she wasn’t involved in the finish, that was Sasha’s fall. She looked to be out at ringside. He stood up to get a closer look and gave a tiny smile when she stood up and walked to the back of her own accord. “Good.”

“Yeah’d’you see that bump she took off the apron? Gnarly, bro.”

Matt was still there. He’d probably been trying to talk to him the whole time. “She’ll be fine.”

“Always is!” he nodded his reply and hopped into Damian’s vacated seat. “Staying out for the main?”

“Nah, not my scene until I’m in it.” Damian smiled gently, a lie but a worthy one in his eyes.

“Alright, bro, catch ya later!”

“Yep, later…” he strode away into the backstage area, tossing the damp towel into one of the baskets in the gorilla position. He tracked back towards his dressing room, momentarily ignoring the pull of his instincts. All of his senses were sharpened, tuned up. He idly adjusted his pants as soon as he was sure no-one could see him. “Fuck…” he groaned quietly through a smile. He was more turned on than he thought he was. He decided to wait for a moment, a moment to calm down and collect his thoughts. He hopped up onto a cargo crate outside the door and took a deep breath, adjusting until he felt comfortable, sighing out with a lazy smile. He planted his hands down, holding the edge of the box as he tried to calm himself, closing his eyes. “Fuck!” His head was slightly bowed, long hair hanging down the side of his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about her body. About her. He really was trying hard. Thoughts like these ruined friendships and her friendship was important to him. “Shit-fuck.” he cursed himself aloud, calm was the last thing he felt right now. Awakened, needy, aroused, confused? Yeah, all of those things.

“You…” a happy voice filled the corridor.

Damian’s eyes blinked open and he immediately looked up to his right. He took in a shaky breath as he saw Rhea bounding towards him. He slid down from the crate and slowly walked over to meet her.

She smiled brightly as she came closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “There you are! My life--” she gasped sharply. Damian wrapped himself around her, his long, muscular arms holding her body to his, trapping her against him, his hands coming to rest on her lower back. “...saver…” her voice quietened, a hint of worry in her tone. “Hey… what’s u--” Suddenly, she felt his body tighten, his arms holding her closer to him. She gasped softly, blushing hard when she realised, but didn’t dare to tease him about it. She could feel all of him pressed against her. His face was hot against her cheek, his breath heavier than usual, he hugged her tighter than usual and she could feel a bigger bulge in his pants than she was used to. “Are we okay?”

He made a contented noise as he let the scent of her hair products fill his nostrils. “I don’t know what... took over me…” he explained, his voice just loud enough for her to hear, a low, deep rumble.

She smiled, enjoying his warmth. “How do you mean?”

“Seeing you… wearing my gear, I just…” he sighed softly. “I… Amo tu trasero en mis pantalones.” he whispered, voice thick with lust, his hand moving on instinct, trailing down her back.

“I understand pantalones…?” she teased, leaning her head back to see his face. “Inglés?”

Damian sighed, closing his eyes for a second. “I’ve honestly… before today… never thought I’d see you as anything more than my friend?” he began. “I never would’ve thought, in a thousand years, that lending you my gear, seeing you in it... would make me realise how badly I wanted you…” he smiled, biting his inner lip.

“Oh…” Rhea’s face read surprised, her blush deepening at the sound of the low tone in his voice. “Well, none of those words were ‘trousers’…”

He chuckled nervously, hiding his face in her shoulder. “Your ass… damn, it looked so good in my pants.”

“It really did, didn’t it?” she agreed with a small nod, nudging his face with her shoulder.

“‘Scuse me?”

“That material really hugs everything…” she smiled. “Feels like a second skin.” When he looked back at her, his eyes had darkened. She bit her tongue. “No wonder you like them so much…” she shivered as he pulled her in closer to him, pressing his hips against her belly.

“See what’s happening to me?” he breathed deeply, bowing his head. He could feel his pants growing tighter by the moment, his body warming, a rivulet of sweat trickling down his spine.

She grinned, slowly scratching at his sides with her long nails. He let out a slow, bubbling moan that made her stop dead. “I can feel what’s happening to you. You’re toeier than a pair of thongs...”

He laughed despite himself. “What?” he asked, shaking his head incredulously.

“You’re horny as fuck.” she nodded, Damian blushed, lips parted. “You translate for me, I translate for you.” she smiled, biting her bottom lip. “Now, let me go, I need a shower and, no thanks to you, I’m sweatier than I was before.”

He loosened his grip on her, taking a deep breath. “Tease.” his lip curled into a lopsided smile.

“Hey, you’re the one rubbing your dick against me…” she whispered. “Go, get a cold shower, tame that… uh,” she glanced down at his crotch, his flesh making a hard outline in his jeans. “drain pipe down and come and, uh, talk to me after? Okay?”

“‘kay.”

She escaped his embrace and headed off toward her locker room with a playful swing of her hips. “Mmmhmm, I might keep these…”

He bit his lip hard, feeling his cock jump at the sight of her moving her body like that, as he grabbed the handle of his locker room door and wrenched it open. He hoped that no-one was waiting around for him in there as he locked the door tight behind him. He was, thankfully, in luck. He kicked off his sliders and practically ripped the buttons of his jeans open, tugging them down off his long legs, his boxers caught in the wake. He shuddered when the cooler air from the AC reached his hot length. “Shit… aaah goddammit...” he laughed to himself, his foot stuck in the leg of his jeans, nearly tripping him in his urgency. He lifted his leg up to his knee and yanked the tight material from his foot and cast it aside. As soon as he got into the shower area, he struck the power button and lay back against the wall, seething under the cool water as it hit his heated skin.

As the water got hotter, he scrubbed his hands under the stream, ducking his head under, wetting it through. He breathed softly through his parted lips as he took his heavy balls in his hand and warmed them, massaging them with his palm heel. His eyes rolled shut as he tugged gently at his flesh with a shaky, rumbling breath. He took his cock in his other hand and held it for a moment, tracing the pulsing vein underneath it with his index and middle fingers, lips parting when he came to the base, applying more pressure as he did so. The last he saw of her was the lycra of his pants clinging perfectly to her hips as she walked away… and that image came flooding into his head. “So hot…” he growled quietly, feeling his cock swell in his hand and with a hungry grin, he squeezed himself, stroking up his generous length, sighing at how good it felt. He could see her black rimmed eyes and black painted lips in his mind, her standing in front of him, touching his sides, scratching his lower back with those claws she called nails.

He pressed down under the head, closing his fist around it and lifted his hand from his balls to his base, chasing his hand up to the top and back down again. I wish it was her lips he mused, moaning eagerly as he simulated a gentle sucking motion on the tip, rubbing himself slowly in long strokes with the other hand. He growled harshly as he felt his orgasm building, balls tightening up, blood rushing to the head. He began to stroke quicker, switching his stroking hand, just holding the base of his cock up, touching his balls with his fingers as he worked the top of his aching pole. “Mmmm fuck…” his hips jutted forward in his hand, back coming away from the wall a little. He imagined her again, knelt in front of him, naked and soaked with water, lips wrapped tight around him, cheeks hollowed, letting him sink himself into her mouth. “Oh my god…” he thrust into both of his hands, slowly to begin with but, quickly picking up the speed. He wished he’d had something to hold onto, a bar or something, since he was quickly losing control. His ass and back quietly smacked back against the wall with every move he made, his hips thrusting wildly into his tight grip, pre-come leaking out of the tip mingling with the hot water.

When his groans of desperation grew more urgent, he let go of himself with his top hand, finding the wall with it and holding it with the flat of his hand, gripping at the tiles with his stubby nails to steady himself. “So good, so close…” he panted, rutting into his hand, teeth clenched and eyes screwed shut. “Oh fuck!” he shouted loudly, bucking up into his hand as he started to come over his fist, clawing at the wall next to him. His neck and upper body flushed bright red with his completion and the heat of the water as he continued to stroke himself fast, growling and keening as he spurted white threads onto the wall in front of him. “Fuuuuuck…” he groaned finally, tight, racked muscles failing him as he slid down the wall with a satisfied, lazy grin. He chuckled to himself, running his clean hand through his hair and looking up at the ceiling, blinking the water out of his eyes. He chewed his inner lip, smiling, thinking of her again. Her pretty smile, her cute demeanor, the way she bounced around the halls like a kid. “Dammit, Rhea…” he sighed, getting his composure and cleaning himself up.

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Once he was dry and dressed, he decided to check his phone. He noticed that Rhea had posted a clip of her coming out to the ring earlier on Twitter. It was a view from her front, the side he didn’t see.

rhearipley_wwe

No gear, no problem. Thanks for the pants ArcherOfInfamy 😅 WWEElPaso

Eleven minutes ago. Thanks for the pants... she knows what she’s done. Damn tease. he thought with a perplexed sigh. How was he going to just go over there and ‘talk’ to her after that? His reply? A gif. Since he didn’t know quite what to say after she’d left him so flustered.

“I’m never lending her my shit again…”

[deepinmyheadcanon]

Hey! I’m not sure if you’re taking fic requests, but if you are- Maybe some smut inspired by the fact that Rhea wore Damian’s pants in the ring last week? Like they’re just friends at the time, but seeing her in them makes him realize some things?👀

Omg yes! Thanks for the idea!

I don’t necessarily take requests but, I LOVE THIS! Inspiration unlocked! I’ll see what I can do!

[deepinmyheadcanon]

hi! do you roleplay?

Hi, no I don’t sorry 😊 I do fics, drabbles and the odd head canon.

[deepinmyheadcanon]

So, I had this thought while I was in the bathroom (where all fics are drafted in one's mind, amirite?) and OMG, it'll be so hot but fully 'it's their bodies I'm using, not their personalities' BUT I wanna write and post it so bad!

[deepinmyheadcanon]

So, it’s been a couple of weeks. I’m a slow writer BUT, this morning, it hit me. Enjoy 😉

Title: Just between you and me

Pairing: Damian Priest X Mystery(?) her POV

Word Count: 1504

Content Warnings: Language, Masturbation (M & F)

Rating: Mature

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from occupying the hotel room next to Damian, it’s that he touches himself… a lot. When you’re used to getting laid as often as he does, I can imagine you need to fill the gaps… and boy is he filling the gaps! Man must be going through a drought! When I’m trying to sleep, all I can hear through the wall is deep moaning and the odd curse when he hits the right spot. Oh and he says a lot of stuff in Spanish when he watches porn… so, that’s two things… God knows what filth pours out of his mouth. Not me, I don’t speak Spanish besides ‘Hello’, ‘Goodbye’ and ‘I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish!’.

It’s three in the morning and this is wank number two of the day so far. He’s been quite restrained today. That’s saying something. I can’t sleep with all that moaning going on. Yes, I’ve tried ear plugs, not good enough! The last couple of nights he’s been more talkative. Hearing him talk to himself… or the imaginary girls, is rather funny. Well, I mean it would be funnier if he wasn’t keeping me awake… and okay I’ll admit it, hearing him touch himself is pretty hot. So, I’m distracted.

He’s been going at it for a couple of minutes now and as I’m laying in bed, I can feel the temperature under the covers rising. As if I’m getting turned on just liste—hearing him getting off. God, no, listening to him would be invasive… wouldn’t it? I threw the covers off my warming body and fanned my skin with my hands.

“Like that… yeah…”

Well, that was loud and clear. A tiny gasp escaped my throat as I looked down at my naked form, I always slept in the buff. All my tells were checked off. Reddened skin on my belly and breasts, hard nipples… damp pussy.

“Fucks sake…” I grumbled, annoyed but, amused by my own reactions. I rolled over on my side and tried to ignore my body. It worked for about thirty seconds, I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter the more he went on.

“Mmmm… fuck!”

When the curse came moaned from his chest, my hips bucked forward, involuntarily rubbing myself between my legs. I moaned loudly in surprise… and clapped my hands over my mouth. SHIT! He better not have heard that, my cover would be well and truly blown.

“Fucking Damian!” I swore under my breath and tried once more to ignore him… but it was as if he knew I was listening… I mean, not me specifically but… oh fuck off, you know what I mean! I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt at self comfort.

He groaned deeply and my fingernails dug into my ribs. I’m going to kill him.

“Come with me…”

Did he just… no. Nuh uh! He didn’t just say come with me. Oh god, I hope he’s on the phone to some hussy! Please be on the phone… I rolled onto my back and gave in. My hands found my hard nubs and rolled them between my fingers. A soft gasp made its way up as I tweaked them roughly, the gasp became a moan as I slowly tightened my grip, pulling gently. “Oh yeah…”

“That’s right, touch yourself...”

Please be some girl on the phone… my hand smoothed down my body, fingertips hovering over my hard clit. Is this wrong? I mean, I shouldn’t care! He’s been jerking off loudly all fucking week and I’ve resisted the urge to fuck myself silly the whole time until tonight… I deserve this. I bit my lip, closed my eyes and touched myself tentatively. I seethed with want, brushing my hand down between my wet thighs. “Oh my god…” I gasped, blushing. God this is embarrassing! My pussy was so slick and I’d barely touched myself. I rolled my eyes and spread my legs, planting my feet on the bed, bending my knees. My middle finger ran teasingly between my folds, not dipping in yet. I whimpered at the touch, running my wet fingertip up to my clit and back down. “Mmmm…” I moaned softly, shivering. I was already close to coming and I hadn’t started. How the hell did he have me so fucking hot?

“That’s so good…”

I gasped at his deep growling tone and rubbed my clit with my middle and index fingers, moaning loudly despite myself. “Fuuuck…” I whined, trying to go slow. I owed it to myself not to come in two seconds like a horny teenage boy! But dammit could I?! My lips spilled open as I finally sunk one finger inside myself, the other hand stroking my clit unsteadily. My body was quivering already. I am not coming yet. I won’t. I won’t let mys—

“Fuck yourself for me, baby…”

That’s it… I’m done. Kill me. Stick a fork in me, I’m fucked! My body took over and went into overdrive. Like Damian had a remote for my hands and went from a two to a ten in a split second. I slid a second finger in and pumped them in and out, screaming when I brushed my g-spot too early, too suddenly. “Oh fuck!” I wailed, throwing my head back into the pillows. “Mmmm… fuck yes!” I rubbed my clit slower, trying to take some control back and drew my fingers out of my now dripping wet pussy. God I wanted to come so badly but, I also kinda wanted it to last.

“Don’t stop…”

FUCK YOU PRIEST! His pleasured groan had me under his spell. It was as if he could hear my breath change. I panted and rubbed my clit hard, a keening cry ripping from my chest. “D—noooo fuck!” Thank GOD I caught myself. I’m so close, dangerously close. “Oh my god…” I’m done. I’m ending this now. I slid my fingers back inside of my wet folds and crooked them up, finding my sweet spot and hitting it fervently. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Fuck yeah, come with me, that’s it baby, come with papi…”

I screamed with relief as I started to come from his words… and I hope he heard me this time. “Please Day… oh god yes!” I felt the coil in my belly unfurl and relax as my come splashed my fingers inside of me and my clit twitched with joy. My legs jerked under me and my toes curled, gripping the covers as my insides gripped my fingers tight. I rode out my orgasm listening to Damian come, a bead of sweat rolling down my temple. “Shit…” I laughed incredulously as I let my fingers fall out of my body, the motion of my hands stopping slowly. I can’t believe I just did that…

On the bed side table, my phone rang. I looked over and grinned filthily, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Hello?” I panted softly.

“Rhea…” I heard him growl softly through his panting breaths.

“Yeah?”

“Get in here…” I could practically see the predatory grin on his face.

I chuckled, hanging up on him, trying to find my feet. I didn’t care who saw me as I ran naked out of the door and knocked on his.

“It’s open…” he purred and my legs jerked. I shoved the door open and slipped through the crack, knocking it closed behind me with my foot. “C’mere…” he looked me over salaciously as I padded towards his bed, watching him licking his lower lip as he lazily stroked himself. “Look at you, all red and hot…” he mumbled, watching me slide onto the bed next to him. I moved closer to his side when he wrapped his free arm around my shoulders, turning his head to me. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

I smiled knowingly. “Yeah?” I let my left hand join his right on his rehardening length, enjoying the moan that left his throat.

“Wanted you to come… for me. Sólo para mí.” he growled softly and rolled his hips up into our hands.

I gasped quietly when his hip bone hit my forearm. “So, you were alone.” I grinned, squeezing his dick harder. That was for teasing me.

“Every night. Every time. Thinking of you… imagining the sound of you touching yourself, playing with your breasts, fucking yourself for me.” His words immediately had me back on track. Watching him stroke his hard cock while telling me what he was thinking of while he did it made me blush all over. All that moaning and groaning, the dirty talk… all for me. "My name on your lips as you came..."

“Wow...” I sighed hard.

“Que?” he smiled, brushing his sinful lips against my chin.

“Just…” I shook my head and blinked away my thready shyness. “Fuck me?”

He bit his lip and let go of himself, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Princesa, I’m going to make you scream my name until sunrise…”

[ziasaph]

And now I'm all hot and bothered...

[deepinmyheadcanon]

Haha sorry. I hope you enjoyed it though 😅

[deepinmyheadcanon]

So, it’s been a couple of weeks. I’m a slow writer BUT, this morning, it hit me. Enjoy 😉

Title: Just between you and me

Pairing: Damian Priest X Mystery(?) her POV

Word Count: 1504

Content Warnings: Language, Masturbation (M & F)

Rating: Mature

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from occupying the hotel room next to Damian, it’s that he touches himself… a lot. When you’re used to getting laid as often as he does, I can imagine you need to fill the gaps… and boy is he filling the gaps! Man must be going through a drought! When I’m trying to sleep, all I can hear through the wall is deep moaning and the odd curse when he hits the right spot. Oh and he says a lot of stuff in Spanish when he watches porn… so, that’s two things… God knows what filth pours out of his mouth. Not me, I don’t speak Spanish besides ‘Hello’, ‘Goodbye’ and ‘I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish!’.

It’s three in the morning and this is wank number two of the day so far. He’s been quite restrained today. That’s saying something. I can’t sleep with all that moaning going on. Yes, I’ve tried ear plugs, not good enough! The last couple of nights he’s been more talkative. Hearing him talk to himself… or the imaginary girls, is rather funny. Well, I mean it would be funnier if he wasn’t keeping me awake… and okay I’ll admit it, hearing him touch himself is pretty hot. So, I’m distracted.

He’s been going at it for a couple of minutes now and as I’m laying in bed, I can feel the temperature under the covers rising. As if I’m getting turned on just liste—hearing him getting off. God, no, listening to him would be invasive… wouldn’t it? I threw the covers off my warming body and fanned my skin with my hands.

“Like that… yeah…”

Well, that was loud and clear. A tiny gasp escaped my throat as I looked down at my naked form, I always slept in the buff. All my tells were checked off. Reddened skin on my belly and breasts, hard nipples… damp pussy.

“Fucks sake…” I grumbled, annoyed but, amused by my own reactions. I rolled over on my side and tried to ignore my body. It worked for about thirty seconds, I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter the more he went on.

“Mmmm… fuck!”

When the curse came moaned from his chest, my hips bucked forward, involuntarily rubbing myself between my legs. I moaned loudly in surprise… and clapped my hands over my mouth. SHIT! He better not have heard that, my cover would be well and truly blown.

“Fucking Damian!” I swore under my breath and tried once more to ignore him… but it was as if he knew I was listening… I mean, not me specifically but… oh fuck off, you know what I mean! I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt at self comfort.

He groaned deeply and my fingernails dug into my ribs. I’m going to kill him.

“Come with me…”

Did he just… no. Nuh uh! He didn’t just say come with me. Oh god, I hope he’s on the phone to some hussy! Please be on the phone… I rolled onto my back and gave in. My hands found my hard nubs and rolled them between my fingers. A soft gasp made its way up as I tweaked them roughly, the gasp became a moan as I slowly tightened my grip, pulling gently. “Oh yeah…”

“That’s right, touch yourself...”

Please be some girl on the phone… my hand smoothed down my body, fingertips hovering over my hard clit. Is this wrong? I mean, I shouldn’t care! He’s been jerking off loudly all fucking week and I’ve resisted the urge to fuck myself silly the whole time until tonight… I deserve this. I bit my lip, closed my eyes and touched myself tentatively. I seethed with want, brushing my hand down between my wet thighs. “Oh my god…” I gasped, blushing. God this is embarrassing! My pussy was so slick and I’d barely touched myself. I rolled my eyes and spread my legs, planting my feet on the bed, bending my knees. My middle finger ran teasingly between my folds, not dipping in yet. I whimpered at the touch, running my wet fingertip up to my clit and back down. “Mmmm…” I moaned softly, shivering. I was already close to coming and I hadn’t started. How the hell did he have me so fucking hot?

“That’s so good…”

I gasped at his deep growling tone and rubbed my clit with my middle and index fingers, moaning loudly despite myself. “Fuuuck…” I whined, trying to go slow. I owed it to myself not to come in two seconds like a horny teenage boy! But dammit could I?! My lips spilled open as I finally sunk one finger inside myself, the other hand stroking my clit unsteadily. My body was quivering already. I am not coming yet. I won’t. I won’t let mys—

“Fuck yourself for me, baby…”

That’s it… I’m done. Kill me. Stick a fork in me, I’m fucked! My body took over and went into overdrive. Like Damian had a remote for my hands and went from a two to a ten in a split second. I slid a second finger in and pumped them in and out, screaming when I brushed my g-spot too early, too suddenly. “Oh fuck!” I wailed, throwing my head back into the pillows. “Mmmm… fuck yes!” I rubbed my clit slower, trying to take some control back and drew my fingers out of my now dripping wet pussy. God I wanted to come so badly but, I also kinda wanted it to last.

“Don’t stop…”

FUCK YOU PRIEST! His pleasured groan had me under his spell. It was as if he could hear my breath change. I panted and rubbed my clit hard, a keening cry ripping from my chest. “D—noooo fuck!” Thank GOD I caught myself. I’m so close, dangerously close. “Oh my god…” I’m done. I’m ending this now. I slid my fingers back inside of my wet folds and crooked them up, finding my sweet spot and hitting it fervently. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Fuck yeah, come with me, that’s it baby, come with papi…”

I screamed with relief as I started to come from his words… and I hope he heard me this time. “Please Day… oh god yes!” I felt the coil in my belly unfurl and relax as my come splashed my fingers inside of me and my clit twitched with joy. My legs jerked under me and my toes curled, gripping the covers as my insides gripped my fingers tight. I rode out my orgasm listening to Damian come, a bead of sweat rolling down my temple. “Shit…” I laughed incredulously as I let my fingers fall out of my body, the motion of my hands stopping slowly. I can’t believe I just did that…

On the bed side table, my phone rang. I looked over and grinned filthily, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Hello?” I panted softly.

“Rhea…” I heard him growl softly through his panting breaths.

“Yeah?”

“Get in here…” I could practically see the predatory grin on his face.

I chuckled, hanging up on him, trying to find my feet. I didn’t care who saw me as I ran naked out of the door and knocked on his.

“It’s open…” he purred and my legs jerked. I shoved the door open and slipped through the crack, knocking it closed behind me with my foot. “C’mere…” he looked me over salaciously as I padded towards his bed, watching him licking his lower lip as he lazily stroked himself. “Look at you, all red and hot…” he mumbled, watching me slide onto the bed next to him. I moved closer to his side when he wrapped his free arm around my shoulders, turning his head to me. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

I smiled knowingly. “Yeah?” I let my left hand join his right on his rehardening length, enjoying the moan that left his throat.

“Wanted you to come… for me. Sólo para mí.” he growled softly and rolled his hips up into our hands.

I gasped quietly when his hip bone hit my forearm. “So, you were alone.” I grinned, squeezing his dick harder. That was for teasing me.

“Every night. Every time. Thinking of you… imagining the sound of you touching yourself, playing with your breasts, fucking yourself for me.” His words immediately had me back on track. Watching him stroke his hard cock while telling me what he was thinking of while he did it made me blush all over. All that moaning and groaning, the dirty talk… all for me. "My name on your lips as you came..."

“Wow...” I sighed hard.

“Que?” he smiled, brushing his sinful lips against my chin.

“Just…” I shook my head and blinked away my thready shyness. “Fuck me?”

He bit his lip and let go of himself, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Princesa, I’m going to make you scream my name until sunrise…”

[deepinmyheadcanon]

It's first post time! Woohoo?! Just a little one. May write a follow up to this if people are interested.

Title: Can I call you? Pairing: Damian Priest X Rhea Ripley Word Count: 772 Content Warnings: Language Rating: T+ for language

“So what’s on the cards?”

“Anything you want mi Reina…”

Rhea’s heart thudded hard in her chest. She grabbed the back of his head and crashed her mouth into his. The surprised grunt he made, made her smile inside and hot on the outside. After a moment, she broke away, took a deep breath and sighed out. “You—“ she wet her dry lips, trying not to look at him. “You can’t call me that…”

“Why not?” Damian pouted a little, brows still furrowed in surprise, hands on her lower back, thumbs hooked into her belt loops.

“Because.”

“Becaaaause?” he poked cheekily, bending down into her line of sight.

Still refusing to look at him, she squeezed her eyes shut. “Because… imitfllilvewiyu…”

Her attempt at garbled nonsense made Damian laugh darkly. He leaned down and rested his head on her shoulder. “Because, you might fall in love with me?” he teased, purring into her ear, cupping her ass with both hands. “Is that what you meant to say?” he continued the taunt, softly kissing the hollow of her neck.

“Sounds even dumber when you say it.” She scoffed, trying her best to ignore his every move, every sound. She shoved him away with both hands and grabbed her jacket from the hook near the door. “Jesus Christ...” she growled, blushing a deep shade of reddish purple, reaching for the door handle.

“Don’t… go?” he pleaded softly, covering her hand on the handle, entwining his fingers with hers.

“Nope, not staying.” The things I tell myself. Rhea thought, shaking her head, pulling her hand free from Damian’s grasp.

“Too forward?” he wondered, taking a step back.

“Too embarrassed.” she grumbled.

“Look at me?” he smiled, holding his arms out. He sighed. “Rhea, preciosa, please?”

I hate it when he— “What?” she spun around, leather jacket hanging off her shoulders. “Oh— no. Don’t look at me like— nope! No!”

He had a playful sad face on, puppy dog eyes, slumped shoulders, a look that screamed ‘I’m big and squishy, give me a hug!’ he shuffled towards her, slowly closing the gap between them.

She put her arms out in front of her as a buffer. “Day… no! Bad. Stop it!” In spite of herself, she started to giggle. He replaced the silly pout with a wide grin ducking under her arms, making them go over his shoulders. “I don’t like you…”

“No, you don’t…” he grinned, standing back up to his full height, holding her waist. “You did say you might fall in love with me though…”

“I’m gonna regret that aren’t I?” She sucked in a breath through lightly gritted teeth.

He gave a single nod. “Yep.” he softened his grin and nudged her with his hip. “You’re so cute when you blush.”

“Shut up!” she snorted a laugh, smacking his shoulder. “You trying to get laid, Priest? Compliments?”

“Is it working?” He raised his eyebrow and prepared himself for another slap. Which he got. “Oww…” But just a little one. On the cheek.

Rhea grinned. Slapping him round a little was kind of funny. “Might be… a little bit.”

“My game must be off…” he rolled his eyes and huffed, still smiling.

“I just told you I might fall in love with you if you kept calling me ‘Queen’ and you think your game’s off?” Her head jutted forward emphatically, a coy smile on her still reddened face. “Practically wet my pants…” she shuddered, looking back down at her feet.

He held her tighter and closer, faces almost touching. “So that is what you said…”

“Stop…” she sighed, still smiling. I really am going to regret the fuck outta this…

“So, not ‘Queen’, Princess? No, you call me that.” Rhea laughed. “Darling… no. Sweetheart?”

“Yuck.” She shivered and made a face.

“Hermosa? No, no… ah!” he tapped her side and smiled. “Guapa…”

“That doesn’t sound so hot…” Rhea bit her lip and raised a brow when Damian shook his head.

“Actually, that’s kind of what it means. Means you’re very attractive, hot.” He pecked her lips cheekily.

“You better fuck me into next week, papi…”

He sighed loudly and dramatically. “Thank god.” he lifted her up and went to kiss her again.

She ducked out of his way. “Ah, ah!” she squeaked, wrapping herself around him. “No more of that ‘whappa’ shit… it sounds ugly.”

“Okay,” he smiled. “Mi Dulce…”

“De Leche?”

He covered her mouth with his own, walking backwards towards his bed. “Shhh…”

“Okay…” she mumbled, melting into him. “Sorry…”

“Mmmm…” he made an affirmative sound, patting her ass. “Still mi Reina…”

“Damian…” She whined plaintively but decided not to fight.