#damian priest x reader

[onlyangel4]

certified handsome. blurb collection.

featuring: cody rhodes. roman reigns. seth rollins. gunther. bron breakker. bronson reed. la knight. dominik mysterio. cm punk. damian priest. jey uso. solo sikoa. grayson waller. xavier woods. kofi kingston. drew mcintyre. randy orton. oba femi. ethan page. jimmy uso. sami zayn. jd mcdonagh. kevin owens. joe hendry. finn balor. austin theory.

synopsis: a simple tiktok trend turns into something a lot more personal when you hand out certified handsome stickers backstage. what starts as a joke quickly becomes a soft, flustering moment for some of wwe’s biggest stars, especially when the sticker comes from you, their roster crush. from smug grins to stunned silence, every reaction proves one thing: confidence hits different when it’s earned from the person who matters most.

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CODY RHODES

you hadn’t planned on making a big deal out of it.

it was just a sticker, something silly you’d picked up after seeing it all over your feed. certified handsome, bold letters and all. a joke. a little confidence boost. you handed a few out earlier in the day to mixed reactions, laughs, exaggerated poses, dramatic thank-yous.

cody was different.

you caught him backstage, half out of his gear, towel slung over his shoulder as he scrolled through his phone. he looked up when you said his name, that familiar, gentle smile already there like it had been waiting for you.

"hey" he said, easy. warm.

you held the sticker out between your fingers. "i, uh, this is dumb" you started, already second-guessing yourself. "but i’m giving these out."

he looked at the sticker, then back at you. his brow creased slightly in curiosity before he laughed, soft and surprised.

"well" he said, setting his phone down, "that’s a first."

you asked if it was okay before sticking it on him, and that made his smile change, smaller, more thoughtful. he nodded anyway.

when you pressed the sticker to his chest, just above his heart, his breath hitched so quietly you almost missed it.

"certified handsome" he read aloud, like he was testing the words. then he chuckled, shaking his head. "that’s incredibly kind of you."

you told him it was true. that you meant it. you meant more than just the joke.

his ears turned pink.

for a moment, he didn’t say anything. he just looked down at the sticker, thumb brushing the edge carefully, like he was afraid it might peel away if he didn’t treat it gently. when he finally met your eyes again, there was something softer there, something earnest and unguarded.

"you know" he said quietly, "coming from you that means a lot."

later, when you passed his locker on your way out, you noticed the sticker again, no longer on his chest, but pressed neatly onto his bag. centered. smoothed flat.

like it was exactly where he wanted it.

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ROMAN REIGNS

you should’ve known better than to approach roman with something like this and expect it to stay casual.

he was leaning against a production crate when you found him, arms crossed, jaw set, already carrying that quiet authority that made the space feel smaller. his eyes tracked you the moment you stepped closer, slow and knowing.

"come here" he said, low, like it wasn’t a request.

you held up the sticker before your nerves could stop you. certified handsome. you tried to play it off like a joke, like you weren’t suddenly very aware of how close he was.

roman glanced at the sticker, unimpressed, until his gaze flicked back to you.

a smirk tugged at his mouth. "you givin’ these to everybody" he asked, voice smooth, "or am i special?"

you told him it depended on his reaction.

that earned you a quiet laugh, deep in his chest. he straightened, looming just enough to make your pulse jump, and tapped his chest once with his fingers.

"well?" he said. "you gonna put it on me, or just stare?"

you stepped closer, close enough to feel his warmth, and pressed the sticker against his chest. his hand came up immediately, covering yours, not stopping you, just holding you there. letting the moment stretch.

"certified handsome" he read, slow. deliberate.

his thumb brushed your knuckles before he finally let go. "that’s dangerous" he said, eyes locked on yours. "you know what you’re doin’ to me with that?"

you shrugged, trying to look innocent. "just telling the truth."

roman leaned in then, just enough for his voice to drop even lower. "yeah" he murmured. "and comin’ from you?"

another smirk. this one sharper. possessive.

he glanced down at the sticker once more before looking back at you. "guess i gotta keep it" he said. "gotta remind everyone who saw it first."

as you walked away, you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

and you didn’t miss the way he never took the sticker off.

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SETH ROLLINS

you’d barely said his name before seth was already grinning.

"whatever you’re about to do" he said, eyes lighting up, "i’m in."

you held up the sticker, bright and ridiculous between your fingers. certified handsome.

he froze for half a second.

then he clutched his chest like he’d been shot. "oh my god" he gasped. "i’ve been recognized."

you laughed, already regretting this a little as he stepped closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. "is that official wwe merchandise?" he asked. "because if it is, i need ten."

you told him he only got one.

"well that’s tragic" he sighed dramatically. "but i suppose i’ll accept this great honor." he puffed his chest out and struck a pose. "where do you want it?"

you reached for his shoulder, and the instant you touched him, his voice dropped, still playful, but quieter now. "careful" he said. "you’re gonna make me think this means something."

you told him it did.

that wiped the joke right off his face.

for a beat, he just stared at you, like his brain needed a second to catch up. then he smiled again, smaller this time, softer. you stuck the sticker onto his shoulder, smoothing it down, and he glanced at it like it was suddenly the most important thing in the room.

"certified handsome" he read, shaking his head. "damn. from you?"

he leaned in, forehead nearly brushing yours. "you know" he said quietly, "i might actually keep this one forever."

you told him not to be dramatic.

he laughed, loud and easy, then immediately pointed at the sticker. "too late. this is my whole personality now."

later, you heard him down the hall, telling anyone who would listen, "yeah, i know. i’ve been certified."

and every time he said it, he smiled like he was thinking about you.

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GUNTHER

gunther did not look like someone who would appreciate a sticker.

he stood alone near the edge of the locker room, arms folded, expression set in its usual permanent scowl. the kind that made conversations end before they started. you hesitated only a moment before approaching him anyway.

when you said his name, he turned immediately. His expression didn’t soften, but it shifted, just slightly. enough that you noticed.

"yes?" he asked.

you held up the sticker. bright. cheerful. entirely out of place against him. certified handsome.

for a long moment, he just stared at it.

"this is unnecessary" he said flatly.

you shrugged. "maybe. but it’s true."

he exhaled through his nose, unimpressed, already turning back, until he stopped. looked at you again. really looked at you.

"you are not giving this to everyone" he said. It wasn’t a question.

you told him no.

that did something.

his jaw tightened, like he was trying not to react. "fine" he said after a beat. "if you insist."

you stepped closer, careful, and pressed the sticker to his chest. he didn’t move. didn’t flinch. but his shoulders eased, just a fraction, as if he’d finally relaxed into the moment.

"certified handsome" he read, eyes dropping briefly before lifting back to yours. "you have poor judgment."

you smiled. "and yet."

he huffed, something close to a scoff. but his hand came up anyway, covering the sticker, not removing it. guarding it.

"you should not encourage this" he said, voice low. "they will be unbearable."

you told him you didn’t care what anyone else thought.

that earned you a look, steady, intense, focused entirely on you. "i know" he said quietly.

the rest of the night, he ignored every comment, every joke, every stare.

but when someone laughed and asked about the sticker, gunther didn’t even look at them.

"it was given to me" he said simply.

and that was explanation enough.

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BRON BREAKKER

bron saw you coming and immediately grinned.

that alone should’ve warned you.

"what’s that?" he asked, eyes already dropping to your hands as you stopped in front of him. he was fresh out of a workout, hair still damp, energy buzzing like he hadn’t burned it all off yet.

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he laughed, loud and bright. "you serious right now?"

you told him you were. that you’d been handing them out.

"oh, so i'm not special?" he teased, stepping closer anyway, hands settling easily at your hips like they’d always belonged there.

you raised a brow. "do you want the sticker or not?"

"yeah" he said instantly. "i just wanna see where you’re puttin’ it."

you stuck it on his chest, right over his heart. he glanced down at it, then back up at you, grin turning smug.

"certified handsome" he read. "damn. took you long enough."

you rolled your eyes. "you’re impossible."

"uh-huh" he said, leaning in, forehead brushing yours. "and you’re obsessed with me."

you told him not to let it go to his head.

too late.

he puffed his chest out a little, flexing without even thinking about it. "so this means i gotta keep it on all night, right?" he said. "can’t disappoint my girl"

when someone walked by and made a comment, bron didn’t miss a beat.

"yeah" he said proudly, tapping the sticker. "my partner gave it to me."

later, when you caught him in the mirror, he was still wearing it, crooked now, edges peeling, but his smile was stupid and soft as soon as your eyes met.

he winked.

"best award i've ever won."

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BRONSON REED

bronson reed was the last person you expected to get flustered over a sticker.

you found him backstage, towel around his neck, talking with someone else before they drifted away. when you stepped into his space, he looked surprised, but pleased.

"hey" he said, voice warm. "what’s up?"

you held up the sticker without much buildup. bright letters, impossible to miss. certified handsome.

he blinked.

then he laughed, short and disbelieving. "you messin’ with me?"

you shook your head. "not even a little."

he studied the sticker like it might be a trick, then looked back at you, eyes softer now. "didn’t think i was on that list."

you told him he should be.

that earned you a smile, real and unguarded, the kind that changed his whole face. "yeah?" he said, a little quieter. "comin’ from you, that’s pretty nice."

you asked if you could put it on him. he nodded immediately, shoulders squaring like he wanted to look presentable for it. when you pressed the sticker onto his chest, his breath hitched just slightly, and he glanced down at it with something like pride.

"certified handsome" he read, shaking his head. "didn’t see that comin’."

you teased him about underestimating himself.

he chuckled, eyes lifting back to yours. "maybe" he said. "or maybe i just like hearin’ it from you."

there was a pause, comfortable, charged. his fingers brushed yours as you stepped back, deliberate enough to make your stomach flip.

"well" he added, grin turning just a little flirty, "guess i gotta live up to it now, yeah?"

when you walked away, you glanced back once.

he was still standing there, one hand resting over the sticker, smiling to himself like he’d just been handed something way more meaningful than he’d expected.

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LA KNIGHT

he was already talking before you even stopped in front of him.

"lemme guess" he said, sunglasses still on indoors like a menace, "you’re here to tell me somethin’ I already know."

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he leaned in, squinting at it like he was inspecting evidence. then he straightened, a slow grin spreading across his face.

"yeah" he said. "that checks out."

you laughed and told him he hadn’t even let you finish.

"oh no" he replied, tapping his chest. "i finished it for you."

you asked if he actually wanted it.

he reached out, fingers brushing yours as he took the sticker. "from you?" he said. "absolutely."

instead of sticking it on himself, he held it out again. "nah" he added. "you do it."

you pressed the sticker to his chest, smoothing it down. he didn’t break eye contact once.

"certified handsome" he read, nodding. "finally, somebody with taste."

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

he leaned closer, voice dropping just enough to feel private. "but hey" he said, smirk softening, "you didn’t have to make it official like this."

you told him you wanted to.

that gave him pause.

just for a second.

then he smiled again, still confident, still unmistakably him, but warmer now. "well" he said, glancing down at the sticker, "guess i gotta represent."

when someone nearby scoffed, knight didn’t even turn his head.

"yeah" he said easily. "certified. she said so."

later, you caught him removing the sticker carefully, folding the backing instead of tossing it.

"can’t waste this" he said when he noticed you watching. "might frame it."

you told him he was ridiculous.

he grinned. "and you love it."

yeah.

you did.

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DOMINIK MYSTERIO

dominik pretended not to see you at first.

you knew he did, his posture shifted, shoulders straightening like he was bracing himself, but he kept scrolling on his phone until you cleared your throat.

he looked up. "what."

you smiled sweetly and held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he scoffed. "wow. original."

you raised a brow. "you don’t want it?"

he hesitated.

"i didn’t say that."

you stepped closer, close enough that his bravado started slipping at the edges. "i’ve been giving them out" you said casually.

that caught his attention. "yeah?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "to who."

you shrugged. "only the ones i like."

that did it.

his ears went pink, and he immediately tried to play it off by leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. "well" he said, voice cracking just a little, "obviously i qualify."

you asked if he was sure.

he nodded too fast. "yeah. obviously."

you reached up and stuck the sticker onto his chest. he froze while you smoothed it down, breathing shallow like he was afraid to move and ruin the moment.

"certified handsome" he read under his breath.

you told him it was true.

he swallowed, eyes flicking up to meet yours. "you don’t gotta say stuff like that" he muttered. "makes it hard to act cool."

you laughed, and he smiled despite himself, small, genuine, nothing like the attitude he put on for everyone else.

"hey" he added quickly, trying to recover, "this doesn’t mean i’m wearin’ it all night."

an hour later, you saw him in the hallway, still wearing it.

when someone teased him about it, he snapped back immediately. "mind your business."

but when you caught his eye, his expression softened.

he tapped the sticker once, just for you.

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CM PUNK

punk already looked tired when you found him.

not in a bad way, more like he’d seen everything, done everything, and was still somehow standing here letting you ruin his peace on purpose. he glanced up when you approached, eyebrow arching.

"what are you smilin’ about" he asked. not a question. an accusation.

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he stared at it.

then he laughed, shaking his head like this was exactly the nonsense he should’ve expected from you. "you’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart."

you told him to stop pretending he didn’t like it.

"i don’t like it" he said immediately. then paused. sighed. "okay, i don’t hate it."

you stepped closer, and he let you, didn’t move an inch, just watched you with that knowing look, the one that said he was fully aware of how dangerous you were to his self-control.

"is this one of those things you’re givin’ to everybody" he asked.

you shook your head. "just you."

that earned you a look, slow, assessing, fond in a way he probably hated admitting. "yeah" he muttered. "that figures."

you stuck the sticker on his chest, right over the old scars and the ink and the years. his hand came up automatically, resting over yours for half a second longer than necessary.

"certified handsome" he read. "took you long enough to notice."

you told him you’d noticed a while ago.

he scoffed, but his thumb brushed your knuckles anyway. "careful", he said. "say stuff like that and i start thinkin’ you’re trouble."

you smiled. "i am."

he exhaled, something like a laugh slipping out. "yeah" he said quietly. "that’s the problem."

later, when someone cracked a joke about the sticker, punk just deadpanned, "don’t touch it."

when they walked away, he leaned down and murmured, "you happy now?"

you nodded.

he smirked. "good. because i’m keepin’ it."

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DAMIAN PRIEST

damian noticed you before you noticed him.

you felt it, the way his attention settled on you, heavy and unhurried, so when you finally looked up, he was already watching, one brow slightly raised like he knew exactly what you were about to try.

"you got somethin’ for me?" he asked, voice low.

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

for a second, he just stared at it.

then he laughed, quiet and surprised, shaking his head. "didn’t have that on my bingo card today."

you told him to stop pretending he didn’t like it.

he stepped closer, towering just enough to make your stomach flip. "i didn’t say that" he murmured. "i’m just wonderin’ what made you think of me."

You shrugged. "i always think of you."

that got him.

his expression softened, not much, but enough that it felt like something private you weren’t supposed to see. "careful" he said. "you say stuff like that, i start gettin’ ideas."

you asked if you could put the sticker on him.

he nodded once. "go ahead."

when you pressed it to his chest, his hand came up, resting at your waist, steady, grounding, like he was anchoring the moment. his thumb brushed your side absently, like he wasn’t even thinking about it.

"certified handsome" he read. a smirk tugged at his mouth. "you got good taste."

you told him it wasn’t about taste. it was about truth.

he looked down at you then, really looked at you. "yeah" he said quietly. "that’s what i like about you."

someone nearby made a comment. damian didn’t even turn his head.

"not for you" he said calmly.

later, as you walked away, you felt his fingers catch yours for just a second.

"hey" he said softly. "thanks."

you glanced back to see him watching you go, hand resting over the sticker like it belonged there.

and maybe it did.

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JEY USO

jey clocked you the second you walked into the room.

"aw nah" he said, already laughing. "what you up to?"

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he squinted at it like he needed to make sure he was reading it right. then his eyebrows shot up. "you for real?"

you nodded. "dead serious."

he broke into the widest grin, shaking his head. "that’s crazy, uce."

you told him he could say no.

"nah" he said immediately, stepping closer. "don’t do that. i ain’t sayin’ no to that, especially from you."

you reached up and stuck the sticker on his chest. he watched you do it, eyes warm, smile softening like he forgot anyone else was around.

"certified handsome" he read out loud. "yeah, i like the sound of that."

you teased him about letting it go to his head.

"oh it already did" he said proudly, puffing his chest out. then he leaned in a little, voice dropping. "but lowkey? means more comin’ from you."

someone walked by and laughed, pointing at the sticker. jey didn’t miss a beat.

"what?" he said. "you jealous?"

when they kept walking, he glanced back at you, grin turning shy for just a second. "you know i’m keepin’ this, right?"

you told him you expected nothing less.

later, you caught him showing jimmy, tapping the sticker like it was proof of something important. when he noticed you watching, he shot you a wink.

"certified" he mouthed.

and somehow, you were the one blushing.

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SOLO SIKOA

solo didn’t ask why you were standing in front of him.

he just looked at you, head slightly tilted, eyes sharp and unreadable, like he was waiting to see what you’d do next. the noise of the locker room seemed to fade the longer he watched.

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

for a moment, he didn’t react at all.

then his gaze dropped to the sticker. back to you.

"yeah?" he said quietly.

you nodded. "yeah."

you stepped closer, close enough that you could feel his presence like gravity, and pressed the sticker onto his chest. he didn’t move. didn’t blink. just let you do it, eyes never leaving your face.

"certified handsome" he read under his breath.

his jaw tightened, not annoyed. focused. like he was locking the moment away.

you teased him, asked if he hated it.

he shook his head once. "nah."

that was it. but the way he said it, low, sure, made your stomach flip.

someone nearby snorted. "that yours, solo?"

solo didn’t even look at them. His hand came up, covering the sticker protectively.

"yeah", he said. final.

when you turned to leave, you felt fingers hook briefly into your sleeve, stopping you. you looked back.

he leaned in just enough for only you to hear. "don’t give that to anyone else."

you smiled. "wasn’t planning on it."

his lips twitched, barely, but it counted.

and for the rest of the night, no one said a word about the sticker.

no one dared.

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GRAYSON WALLER

grayson waller didn’t even pretend to be surprised when you walked up to him.

he looked you over slowly, grin already in place. "what" he said. "you finally here to give me the attention i deserve?"

you rolled your eyes and held up the sticker. certified handsome.

his grin widened. "well, yeah" he said immediately. "obviously."

you told him not to get cocky.

"too late" he replied, stepping closer, crowding your space on purpose. "you’re the one handin’ out proof."

you pressed the sticker against his chest, right over his collarbone, smoothing it down. he watched you do it, eyes dark, amused, and very aware of how close you were.

"certified handsome" he read, tongue clicking. "from my partner?" he leaned in, voice dropping. "that’s basically a public service announcement."

you told him he didn’t need his ego fed any more than it already was.

he laughed, low and pleased. "nah", he said. "but i like when you do it."

his hand settled at your waist, thumb brushing your side like it was absentminded, like it wasn’t absolutely intentional. "you know what this does, yeah?" he added. "now everyone’s gotta see you’re the one who claimed me."

you told him he was insufferable.

"and yet" he murmured, leaning in closer, "you’re still here."

someone nearby made a comment, and grayson didn’t even look away from you. he just smirked and tapped the sticker.

"they know."

later, when you tried to peel it off before heading out, he caught your wrist.

"nah" he said. "leave it."

you raised a brow.

he grinned. "i like reminders."

and judging by the way he pulled you back in, he wasn’t talking about the sticker at all.

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DREW MCINTYRE

drew looked intimidating even when he was relaxed.

fresh off a match, hair pulled back, towel around his shoulders, he was nursing a bottle of water when you approached. he noticed you immediately, eyes softening just a touch.

"aye" he said. "you alright?"

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he blinked.

then he laughed, deep and genuine, shaking his head like you’d just caught him off guard in the best way. "is that so?"

you nodded. "it is."

he studied the sticker for a moment, then looked back at you, something thoughtful settling into his expression. "that’s a bold claim" he said. "you sure about it?"

you stepped closer. "completely."

you reached up and pressed the sticker to his chest. he stood still for you, broad and solid, eyes dropping briefly as you smoothed it down. when he read the words, his smile softened into something quieter.

"certified handsome" he murmured. "well. that’s not somethin’ i hear every day."

you teased him, told him he should hear it more often.

he huffed a laugh. "maybe" he said. "but comin’ from you, it carries a bit more weight."

someone nearby whistled, making a comment. drew just straightened slightly, hand coming up to rest over the sticker with quiet pride.

"aye" he said calmly. "i know."

when he looked back at you, his gaze was warm and steady. "thank you" he added, voice low. "you’ve a way of remindin’ me who i am."

later, as you walked past him again, he caught your hand gently.

"just so you know" he said, leaning in, "i’ll be keepin’ this."

you smiled.

he smiled back, slow, fond, and entirely yours.

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XAVIER WOODS

he lit up the moment he saw you.

there was a bounce to his step as he met you halfway, grin already in place. "hey" he said. "that look means you’re up to something."

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he froze.

then his hand flew to his chest like he’d just taken critical damage. "whoa. hang on" he said. "is this official? am i being graded?"

you laughed and told him not to overthink it.

"oh no" he replied, eyes sparkling. "i am absolutely thinking it through, because if this is comin’ from you, that’s a big deal."

you asked if he wanted it.

"want it?" he echoed. "i’ve been trainin’ my whole life for this moment."

you reached up and stuck the sticker onto his chest, smoothing it down. he watched you do it, smile softening, voice dropping just a touch.

"certified handsome" he read. "dang."

you teased him for acting surprised.

he shrugged, bashful but pleased. "i know i’m confident" he said. "but hearin’ it from you? hits different."

someone walked by and made a joke. xavier immediately puffed up, pointing proudly at the sticker. "yeah, that’s right" he said. "don’t hate."

when they left, he leaned closer, shoulder brushing yours. "you know" he added quietly, "this might be my new lucky charm."

you told him it was just a sticker.

he grinned. "nah" he said. "it’s from you. that’s different."

later, you caught him humming to himself, still wearing it, still smiling like the day had gone a little better than expected.

and when your eyes met, he gave you a small, knowing wink.

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KOFI KINGSTON

kofi was already smiling when you walked up.

he always was, but this one felt expectant, like he knew you were about to do something and was excited to see what it’d be. "hey" he said brightly. "what’s goin’ on?"

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he laughed instantly, head tipping back. "ohhh, okay" he said. "so that’s the vibe today."

you asked if he wanted one.

he leaned in a little, eyes warm and teasing. "i mean" he said, "if you’re offerin’? i’d be crazy to say no."

you pressed the sticker onto his chest, right over his heart. he looked down at it, then back at you, smile softening into something more sincere.

"certified handsome" he read. "wow." he shook his head, amused. "that’s a confidence boost right there."

you told him you were just stating facts.

"see, that’s the thing" he said gently. "you say stuff like that, and suddenly my whole day’s better."

someone nearby called out, laughing. "kofi, you don’t need that!"

kofi just grinned and pointed at the sticker. "nah" he said. "but i like it."

when the moment quieted again, he glanced at you, tone dropping just enough to feel personal. "thanks" he said. "means a lot, especially comin’ from you."

later, when you caught sight of him dancing down the hallway, the sticker was still there, slightly crooked from all the movement.

he noticed you watching and flashed you a bright smile.

certified, indeed.

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RANDY ORTON

randy didn’t look surprised when you stopped in front of him.

he rarely did.

he glanced down at you, slow and assessing, arms crossed, that familiar smirk already tugging at his mouth like he knew you were about to start something. "you look real confident" he said. "that usually means trouble."

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

that got a reaction.

just a small one, but you caught it. the slight lift of his brow. the way his eyes flicked from the sticker back to your face, lingering.

he chuckled under his breath. "you’re bold" he said. "you know that?"

you shrugged. "someone had to tell you."

he stepped closer, invading your space without asking, one hand settling casually at your lower back like it had every right to be there. "i don’t need a sticker to know that" he murmured. "but i’ll admit, i like where your head’s at."

you pressed the sticker onto his chest, fingers brushing warm skin just above the neckline of his shirt. he didn’t move, didn’t help, didn’t stop you, just watched you with that heavy-lidded focus that made your pulse jump.

"certified handsome" he read slowly.

his hand tightened slightly at your back. "careful" he said, voice low. "you keep touchin’ me like that, people are gonna get ideas."

you told him maybe that was the point.

that earned you a quiet laugh, rough and amused. "yeah" he said. "that’s what i figured."

someone passed by, glanced at the sticker, muttered something under their breath. randy didn’t even look at them.

instead, he leaned down, lips close to your ear. "you like markin’ your territory?" he asked softly.

you didn’t answer.

you didn’t have to.

later, when you reached for the sticker to peel it off, his hand closed over yours, firm, deliberate.

"nah" he said. "leave it."

you looked up at him.

he smirked. "i like reminders."

and the way his thumb brushed your wrist told you he wasn’t just talking about the sticker.

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OBA FEMI

oba noticed you immediately.

he always did.

you felt his attention before you saw it, steady, unshaken, so when you stepped into his space, he simply looked down at you, expression calm, unreadable, waiting.

"yes?" he said.

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he stared at it for a moment. then one corner of his mouth lifted, just barely. "this" he said, "is unexpected."

you told him you thought he’d earned it.

that made him laugh, low, brief, like the sound surprised even him. "you have courage" he said. "or poor judgment."

"maybe both."

"hm", he stepped closer, towering now, but never threatening. just present. "go on, then."

you reached up and pressed the sticker to his chest. he stayed perfectly still for you, eyes following your movements, dark and intent. when you pulled your hand back, he glanced down at the sticker, then back at you.

"certified handsome" he read. "a bold declaration."

you asked if he disagreed.

"no" he said immediately. "i question your timing."

you tilted your head. "why’s that?"

"because" he said, voice lowering, "now i’m aware of how you see me."

his hand came up, not to remove the sticker, but to rest over it, palm warm and solid. protective.

someone nearby muttered something under their breath. oba didn’t look away from you.

"they may speak" he said calmly. "it does not concern us."

you smiled.

that earned you another small smile in return, rare, genuine. "you enjoy provoking me" he added.

you shrugged. "you enjoy it too."

he considered that. then nodded. "yes" he said. "i do."

as you turned to leave, his fingers brushed yours, intentional, grounding. "do not stop" he said quietly.

you glanced back. "stop what?"

his eyes flicked once to the sticker. then back to you.

"reminding me."

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ETHAN PAGE

ethan noticed the sticker before you even said a word.

he glanced down at it in your hand, then back up at you, lips already curling into that familiar, self-satisfied smile. "well" he said, "this is clearly for me."

you laughed. "you didn’t even read it."

"i don’t need to" he replied smoothly. "i already know."

you held it up anyway. certified handsome.

he paused.

just for a second.

then he nodded, like he was accepting an award he’d totally rehearsed for. "okay" he said. "yeah. that tracks."

you asked if he wanted it.

"from you?" he said, stepping closer, voice dropping just a touch. "that’s not even a question."

you pressed the sticker onto his chest, and he watched you do it with an intensity that felt a little more real than his usual bravado. when your fingers lingered to smooth it down, his breath hitched before he could stop it.

"certified handsome" he read aloud. "damn."

you teased him for sounding surprised.

he scoffed lightly, but his smile softened. "hey" he said. "i work very hard for this confidence. but it helps when someone i care about agrees."

someone nearby muttered something sarcastic. ethan didn’t even look at them, just slid an arm around your waist, casual but unmistakably claiming.

"jealousy’s ugly" he said cheerfully.

when it was just the two of you again, he leaned in closer, forehead nearly touching yours. "you know what the best part is?" he murmured.

you hummed. "what?"

"now i get to say i’m certified" he said, smirking, "and you’re the reason."

later, you caught him in the mirror, adjusting the sticker so it sat just right, perfectly centered, impossible to miss.

he caught your eye and winked.

mission accomplished.

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JIMMY USO

jimmy spotted you and immediately perked up.

"ohhh" he said, pointing at you like he’d just figured something out. "i knew you was up to somethin’."

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he barked out a laugh. "see? i been tellin’ people!" then he leaned closer, squinting at it. "hold up. that’s legit?"

you nodded. "official."

"say less." he puffed his chest out proudly. "where you want it?"

you pressed the sticker onto his chest, and jimmy watched you do it like it was the highlight of his day. he glanced down, then back up at you, grin stretching wide.

"yeahhh, that’s fire."

you teased him about how fast his ego inflated.

"hey" he said, holding up a hand. "if i’m certified by you, i’m allowed to celebrate."

jey walked by and immediately clocked it. "man"

jimmy cut him off. "nah, nah, don’t hate" he said, tapping the sticker. "i earned this."

jey shook his head, laughing, and kept walking.

jimmy leaned back toward you, voice dropping just a little. "lowkey though" he said, smile softening, "that’s kinda nice."

you told him it was meant to be.

he nodded, serious for half a second. "yeah" he said. "i know."

later, you caught him still wearing it, dancing down the hall, hyping himself up like he’d won something important. when he saw you watching, he pointed at the sticker and mouthed, certified.

and somehow, that grin was just for you.

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SAMI ZAYN

sami looked up the moment you stopped in front of him, already smiling like just seeing you had made his day better.

"hey" he said warmly. "what’s up?"

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

he blinked. once. twice.

"is that for me?"

you nodded.

his laugh came out soft and disbelieving, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "okay, see, this feels like a prank" he said. "but, like one of the nice ones?"

you promised it wasn’t a joke.

he studied the sticker, then looked back at you, eyes bright. "wow" he said. "i mean yeah. wow."

you asked if you could put it on him, and he immediately straightened up, trying to look serious even though his smile wouldn’t quit. "yeah, yeah, go ahead."

you pressed it onto his chest, smoothing it down. he glanced down at it, then back up at you, expression softening into something almost shy.

"that’s actually really sweet."

you teased him for not believing it.

he shrugged. "i know, i know" he said. "coming from you? that hits a little harder."

someone nearby made a comment, and sami waved it off immediately. "nope" he said cheerfully. "this is official."

when it was just the two of you again, he leaned in slightly, voice quieter. "thanks" he said. "you’ve got no idea how much i needed that today."

later, you caught him still wearing it, still smiling, like the sticker had somehow become a permanent part of him. when your eyes met, he lit up all over again.

certified handsome.

certified happy.

all because of you.

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JD MCDONAGH

he was already watching you.

he always was.

you noticed it the moment you stopped near him, the way his attention sharpened, head tilting slightly as if he’d been expecting you. he didn’t smile. he just waited.

you held up the sticker. certified handsome.

his eyes flicked to it. then back to you.

"that’s for me?" he asked quietly.

you nodded.

for a moment, he looked genuinely confused. not offended, just surprised, like the idea hadn’t occurred to him. "you’re serious" he said, more a statement than a question.

you told him you were.

something in his expression softened then, subtle but unmistakable. "interesting" he murmured.

you stepped closer and pressed the sticker onto his chest. he watched your hand the entire time, unblinking, like he was memorizing the moment. when you pulled back, he glanced down at the sticker and read the words under his breath.

"certified handsome."

a faint smile tugged at his mouth. rare. crooked. just for you.

"you notice things", he said quietly. "most people don’t."

you told him you paid attention.

he hummed, pleased. His fingers came up, brushing the edge of the sticker, not to remove it, just to feel it. "i’ll keep this" he said. "if that’s alright."

nearby dom snickered, muttering something under his breath. jd didn’t react. didn’t even look at him.

his eyes stayed on you. "that doesn’t matter" he said calmly.

when you turned to leave, his voice stopped you. "hey."

you looked back.

"thanks" he said. simple. earnest. "i won’t forget it."

and the way he watched you walk away told you he meant that in every possible way.

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KEVIN OWENS

kevin was already mid-complaint when you walked up.

"i’m just sayin’, if they wanted it moved, they should’ve said someth-" he stopped when he saw you, scowl easing automatically. "hey."

you waited until he finished taking a sip of water before holding up the sticker.

he stared at it.

then he snorted. "oh, come on."

you raised an eyebrow. "what?"

"that’s not serious" he said, though there was no bite to it. "that’s gotta be a joke."

you shook your head. "it’s not."

he looked at you for a long moment, searching your face like he was checking for sarcasm. when he didn’t find any, his shoulders relaxed just a little.

"alright" he said. "if you say so."

you stepped closer and stuck the sticker onto his chest. he didn’t look down right away, just watched you, eyes softer than his voice ever was. when he finally glanced at it, he scoffed quietly.

"certified handsome" he read. "you’ve got questionable taste."

you told him to stop fishing.

"i’m not fishing", he said immediately. then paused. "okay, maybe a little."

someone nearby laughed, muttering something under their breath. kevin shot them a look that shut it down instantly before turning back to you.

"don’t listen to them" he said. "they’re idiots."

you smiled.

he reached up, adjusting the sticker like he wanted it to sit right. "you know" he added, voice lower now, "i don’t really care what anyone else thinks."

you told him you knew.

"but" he admitted, glancing at you, “I care what you think.”

later, when you tried to peel it off for him, he caught your wrist gently. "nah" he said. "leave it."

you teased him.

he shrugged. "what, it is special coming from my girl"

and for the rest of the night, he wore it like it was the easiest thing in the world to believe.

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FINN BALOR

his eyes flicked to it in your hand, then lifted to meet yours, a slow smile already forming like he knew exactly how this was about to play out. "what’ve you got there" he asked, voice light but curious.

you held it up. certified handsome.

he laughed softly. "well", he said, "i can’t argue with that."

you asked if he wanted it.

he stepped closer instead, lowering his voice. "depends" he said. "who’s it from?"

you didn’t answer. you didn’t have to.

"that’s what i thought" he murmured.

you pressed the sticker onto his chest, fingers brushing warm skin as you smoothed it down. He stayed still for you, gaze never leaving your face, like he was memorizing the moment. when he glanced down at the sticker, his smile softened into something quieter.

"certified handsome" he read. "that’s dangerous information to give a man."

you told him you trusted him with it.

his brow lifted slightly. "you shouldn’t" he teased. then, more softly, "but i'm glad you do."

his fingers brushed yours, deliberate and slow.

"this one stays" he said. "yeah?"

you nodded.

later, when the hallway had emptied, you caught him adjusting the sticker carefully, like it mattered where it sat. when he noticed you watching, he smiled, small, private.

"don’t worry" he said. "i know who gave it to me."

and the way he said it made it feel like a promise.

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JOE HENDRY

joe absolutely knew what you were doing.

you hadn’t even finished walking up to him before he turned, already smiling like he’d been waiting for his cue. "well" he said, arms spreading slightly, "this feels important."

you held up the sticker.

he laughed, delighted. "see?" he said. "told you they’d come around eventually."

you rolled your eyes. "it’s from me."

that made his smile change, sharper, more pleased. "ah" he said. "even better."

you stepped closer and stuck the sticker onto his chest, smoothing it down like you’d done a hundred times before. he looked down at it dramatically, then back at you.

"certified handsome" he read. he leaned in, voice dropping to a flirtatious murmur. "that’s basically an endorsement."

you told him not to let it go to his head.

"too late" he said easily. "you’re the one who keeps encouraging me."

someone nearby laughed, making a comment. joe didn’t miss a beat, he slung an arm around you, pulling you in close like it was second nature.

"yeah" he said cheerfully. "my girlfriend thinks i'm handsome"

when they walked away, he looked down at you, eyes bright, teasing. "you realize you’ve just made my ego completely unmanageable."

you smiled sweetly. "that sounds like a you problem."

he laughed and dipped his head closer. "maybe" he said. "but i don’t see you complainin’."

later, when you caught him humming to himself, still wearing the sticker like a badge of honour, he caught your eye and winked.

"best review i’ve ever gotten" he said.

and you knew he meant it.

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AUSTIN THEORY

austin was already flexing when you walked up.

you weren’t sure if it was on purpose or muscle memory at this point but the grin he flashed you was absolutely intentional. "hey" he said. "you see somethin’ you like?"

you held up the sticker.

his eyes lit up instantly. "oh hell yeah."

you laughed. "you didn’t even read it."

"i don’t have to" he said, stepping closer. "but go on. say it."

you tilted the sticker toward him anyway.

he read it out loud, slower this time. "certified handsome." then he looked back at you, smug. "see? knew it."

you asked if he wanted it.

he scoffed. "want it? from you?" he puffed his chest out. "that’s basically a title win."

you stuck the sticker onto his chest, and he immediately posed, just for you, arms flexed, chin lifted. "how’s it look?" he asked. "straight? centered? you proud of me?"

you told him he was ridiculous.

"yeah" he said easily. "but you’re still smilin’."

someone nearby snorted, making a comment. austin shot them a look and pointed at the sticker. "hey" he said. "don’t argue with credentials."

then he leaned back toward you, voice dropping, grin turning a little softer. "lowkey though", he added, "means more comin’ from you than anyone else."

you told him not to get sentimental.

he laughed, shaking his head. "too late."

as you walked away, you heard him behind you, talking to himself. "certified handsome" he muttered proudly.

when you glanced back, he caught your eye and winked, tapping the sticker like it was proof of something he’d been waiting to hear all along.

and honestly?

he was.

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BONUS BLURB: CODY PART 2

you didn’t notice at first.

you were halfway down the hallway, still riding the small, giddy buzz of the day, when cody called your name. you turned to find him standing there with that familiar, easy smile and something tucked behind his back.

"hey" he said. "hold up a second."

you raised a brow. "what’s up?"

he stepped closer, just enough to make the moment feel personal, even with people moving around you. then he brought his hand forward.

a sticker.

certified pretty girl.

you laughed, surprised. "you did not."

he chuckled softly. "i did" he said. "felt like the right thing to do."

you asked when he’d gotten it.

"after you gave me mine", he admitted. "didn’t want it to be one sided."

there was something different about him then, less performative, more earnest. he looked at you like he wanted to be sure you understood he meant it. "is that okay?" he asked. "if i?"

you nodded.

he peeled the backing carefully, like it mattered, and pressed the sticker onto you with the same gentleness you’d shown him earlier. his fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary before he pulled away.

"certified pretty girl" he read quietly.

you teased him about copying your idea.

he smiled, fond. "maybe" he said. "but i wanted you to know i see you the same way you see me."

when you started walking again, you caught sight of your reflection in a nearby mirror, the sticker bright against you, impossible to miss.

when your eyes met his, he gave you a small nod.

like it was settled.

like it was mutual.

[shesa10lolz]

psa: the legendary WWE superstar DAMIAN PRIEST is voicing the upcoming character THE HOOD in MARVEL RIVALS.

damian also teased it recently on his socials ...

a (hot) puerto rican character having a (extremely hot) puerto rican voice actor. perfection. perfectly balanced. as all things should be.

[damiansgoodgirll]

hi, i know you’ve done this before with a request with rhea! :)

can we please have a headcanon/blurb of punk standing up for/with reader when a man either pisses her or just being a dick please 😭💖

cm punk x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️men being dicks, harassment and intimidation, slut shaming and punk being our savior ‼️

what stays unspoken

sometimes it was dallas. sometimes it was chicago. sometimes it was a hotel room with flickering lights and a broken mini fridge. sometimes it was the backseat of a rental van, your laptop balanced on your knees, your eyes burning from staring at wrestlers promo clips for six hours straight.

being a social media manager for wwe wasn’t exactly glamorous. not like people thought. yeah, you traveled with the talent, city to city, state to state, documenting everything from behind-the-scenes chaos to those perfectly-timed instagram stories. you posted about championship wins, edited reels of high spots, tweeted corny captions the marketing team fed you.

but no one really saw the rest. the long nights. the constant pressure. the way people never minded their own business.

you got used to it. or, at least, you told yourself you had.

chicago was cold that week. sharp wind off the lake, the kind that made your fingers numb when you were trying to film something on your phone. you were backstage at the united center, running on two hours of sleep and one sad gas station coffee.

you moved between gorilla and the tunnels with practiced ease.

you were heading to the media room trying to see if there was even more work to be done before you were finally able to crash at the hotel room.

the lights team was working there - doing their usual job so you didn’t think much of it until one of them called out.

“hey, media girl. looking for another wrestler to suck off today?” one man screamed.

you froze.

the room was mostly empty. just you and them - three guys from the lights crew. big guys. you recognized their faces, not their names. they’d been giving you looks all week. whispering when you passed.

you turned, tried to play it off “just heading to catering.”

one of them grinned “figures. gotta keep up your strength, right? must be exhausting getting passed around.”

your stomach dropped. you felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket - probably a notification from twitter. you didn’t move to check it.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you said quietly, taking a step back.

but one of them stepped forward.

“don’t play dumb” he said, voice low and nasty. “you think we don’t see you? always hanging around the boys. taking pictures. laughing at their jokes. dressed like that.”

you glanced down. just baggy jeans and a hoodie. nothing special.

his eyes were mean “maybe you want all of this attention, don’t you?”

and then his hand brushed your waist. just a second. just a touch. but it sent panic straight to your chest.

you stepped back again, heart beating fast in your chest “don’t touch me.”

the other one laughed “what, you’re saving yourself for balor? mcintyre? uh uh… punk?”

you froze again.

“he’s not gonna save you…” he laughed “not that you are this special…”

you didn’t know what hurt more. the fear. or the words.

but then everything shifted.

a voice cut through the hallway. sharp. angry. mad.

“get your fucking hands off her.”

you turned. and there he was.

cm punk. phil. philly - as he lets you call him.

his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them. his jaw clenched, fists balled at his sides. he moved fast, stepping between you and the men like a wall. like a storm.

“you think that’s funny?” he snapped “harassing a woman who’s just trying to do her job?”

the tallest guy tried to laugh it off “hey, chill man. we’re just talking.”

“no, you weren’t” punk’s voice was deadly calm now. the kind that made people back off “you were threatening her. touching her.”

he looked at each of them. didn’t blink.

“you do it again” he said “and i swear to god, you’ll be out of this company so fast your heads will spin.”

no one said anything. one of the guys muttered something under his breath and turned. the others followed.

you stayed frozen.

punk didn’t move until they were gone. then he turned to you. softer now.

“you okay?”

you nodded as you didn’t trust your voice.

he looked at you for a second, then gently touched your arm “come on. let’s get out of here.”

he took you to an empty locker room. it was quiet there while your heart was still racing.

you sat on the bench. he handed you a bottle of water from a cooler in the corner. his hands were still shaking.

“you want to report it?” he asked quietly “we can go to hunter. or hr.”

you shook your head “not yet.”

“you sure?” he asked again, not sounding convinced.

you nodded.

he didn’t press. just sat beside you. silent. present. you looked at him then. really looked.

he always carried himself like nothing could touch him. like he’d seen the worst and come out the other side with scars and sarcasm. but now… he looked like he wanted to break something. or someone.

“thank you” you said softly.

his eyes met yours “you didn’t deserve that.”

you swallowed “they said things.”

“i heard…” he was mad. so mad.

“they said… you wouldn’t care.”

his jaw clenched again “they are so wrong…”

you weren’t sure what that meant. but something in your chest pulled tight. you always noticed punk. of course you had. he was loud and intense and kind in a quiet, careful way. he always said hi to you. always stood near you during production meetings, like a silent shield. always asked if you were eating. drinking water. sleeping enough.

he never flirted. never crossed lines. but sometimes… you caught him looking.

and sometimes… you looked back.

you leaned forward, elbows on your knees “they made me feel… small.”

his voice was low. rough “they don’t get to do that.”

you turned to him “why do you care so much?”

he paused.

you watched the muscle in his jaw twitch. his hands curled into fists again, then relaxed. he didn’t answer. he didn’t have to.

you already knew. you just didn’t say it.

instead, you reached out, resting your hand on his. it was quiet for a long time.

“next time you walk down a hallway” he said “you don’t walk alone.”

you nodded. squeezed his hand once.

“deal…” you softly smiled.

after that day things changed.

not drastically. not publicly.

punk still acted the same around everyone else. gruff, sarcastic, a little tired of everyone’s bullshit.

but with you…there was something different.

he made sure you always had someone with you backstage. he walked with you between sets when he could. he texted you before shows: you good? where are you?

he never brought up that day again and neither did you.

but sometimes you caught him watching you from across the arena. eyes soft. protective. sometimes you wondered what he’d say if you asked.

why do you care so much?

but you already knew the answer and for now, that was enough.

you were safe and you weren’t alone and that meant more than anything else.

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hi everyone ♡

just wanted to say a quick thank you for your patience while i’ve been away. if you’ve been following me for a while now you already know that i’ve been dealing with health problems since the beginning of the year. in april i had some serious health issues that took me out for a bit, but i’m finally feeling better and ready to be back into things. your support means the world and i’m so grateful for all of you. thank you for supporting me and this blog from day one!

new stories coming soon ♡

[thenaughtynorth]

Neat, No Chaser (Damian Priest x female!reader 18+)

Damian comes home after a drunken night out with Sheamus. (I HAD to write this lmao, fuck my other WIPs)

Damian Priest x female reader

Warnings: Smut, penetration, oral (f receiving), mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1,3 k

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The soft clack of keys filled the quiet apartment. The glow of your laptop screen illuminated your focused face as you worked on your report, immersed in spreadsheets and emails.

The door creaked open behind you. You glanced at the time — 1:12 AM. Right on cue.

Boots thudded against the floor as Damian Priest stumbled in, the scent of whiskey and expensive cologne trailing behind him like a smoldering storm.

“Baby,” he drawled, voice low and velvet-smooth, dragging out the word like he hadn’t spoken in days. “You still workin’?”

You didn’t turn around. “Trying to. You and Sheamus close the bar down again?”

“Maybe.” He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “He couldn’t hang tonight. Tapped out out after the third round.”

“Shocking,” you murmured, fingers still flying across the keyboard.

Heavy footsteps approached, and suddenly warm hands slid around your waist from behind. His breath was hot on your neck. “You smell like heaven,” he murmured.

You sighed. “You smell like Jameson and trouble.”

“I am trouble.” His lips brushed your ear. “But I’m your trouble. And I missed you tonight.”

“Damian…”

“Mmhmm?”

“I have a deadline.”

“You also have a man who’s drunk, horny and completely obsessed with you.”

His hands roamed up your waist, fingers playing at the hem of your shirt. You tried to stay focused, but the way he pressed against you, body heat wrapping around you like fire, was distracting in all the worst (best) ways.

“Let me worship you,” he whispered. “Just for a minute. I’ll be gentle. Or rough. Dealer’s choice.”

You finally turned to face him, and damn… his eyes were glassy with alcohol but dark with desire. His shirt was half unbuttoned, chest still glistening from the night air, tattoos dancing in the low light.

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m devoted,” he corrected, nuzzling into your neck like a man starved. “And you’re over here looking like a goddess behind a damn Excel sheet. I think it’s cruel.”

Your resolve cracked.

“I’ll give you ten minutes,” you said, closing your laptop.

His grin was slow, wicked. “I only need five to make you forget your name.”

You raised a brow. “Is that a promise or a threat?”

He lifted you into his arms with practiced ease, already kissing along your collarbone. “Baby, that’s a damn guarantee.”

You barely had time to close your laptop before Damian had you in his arms, his mouth crashing against yours with a hunger that was deep and unfiltered. The taste of whiskey clung to his lips, warm and reckless, and you moaned against him as he walked you backwards toward the couch like a man on a mission.

“God, you feel so good,” he growled, pressing you down onto the cushions. “I’ve been thinking about you all night. sitting at that bar, pretending to listen to Sheamus talk about arm workouts, and all I could picture was your thighs.”

His hands were everywhere. They were possessive, worshipful, demanding. He slid your shirt up slowly, lips trailing along the soft skin of your stomach, teeth scraping as he went. You arched under him when his tongue dipped just below your navel.

In one smooth move, he yanked your pant off and dropped to his knees on the floor between them like a man about to pray. And he did.

His hands held your thighs apart with reverence, thumbs stroking gently over your skin as he leaned in. His tongue was slow at first. Long, deliberate strokes that made your whole body tense. You gripped the couch cushion, biting your lip hard to hold back the sounds crawling up your throat. But he wanted to hear them.

“Let go for me, baby,” he muttered, voice muffled as he dove back in. “I want to hear what I do to you.”

He licked deeper, faster, tongue moving in maddening circles while his fingers slipped between your folds, stroking you in rhythm until your hips were bucking against his mouth.

“Fuck, Damian…”

He moaned in response, sending vibrations through you. One of his fingers curled just right, and you shattered, back arching, a broken cry tumbling from your lips. He didn’t stop.

He lapped up everything, slowing only when your legs began to tremble. When he finally looked up at you, his lips were slick, eyes burning with heat.

“You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted,” he said, voice wrecked. “But I’m not done. Not even close.”

He stood, unbuckling his belt with practiced ease, and you reached for him with shaking hands.

“I was trying to work,” you teased breathlessly, as he knelt back over you.

He kissed you, slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Now you’re my work,” he said. “And I don’t clock out until I’ve ruined you.”

His belt hit the floor with a heavy clink, and you watched, entranced, as Damian kicked off his boots and shrugged off his shirt, revealing every taut line of muscle inked with shadows and fire. The man was carved like a storm and he hovered over you like he was about to tear the sky open.

You reached for him, palms sliding up the cut planes of his abs to his chest, nails grazing lightly. “You sure you’re not too drunk for this?”

He caught your wrists and pinned them above your head, leaning in until your noses touched. His breath was ragged but controlled, eyes locked on yours with laser heat.

“I’m drunk enough to stop thinking,” he said. “But not drunk enough to forget anything I do to you tonight.”

You whimpered as he rocked his hips against yours, and the hard press of him through his jeans made your mouth go dry. He reached between you and freed himself, dragging the thick length of his cock through your folds, not entering, just teasing. Torturing.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured. “All this from my mouth?”

“All this from you,” you whispered, straining against his grip.

He growled low, then eased the head of his cock inside you. Inch by slow, deliberate inch. The stretch was sublime. He filled you completely, until the burn turned into a pulse of white-hot pleasure that spread from your core to every nerve ending.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel like heaven.”

You gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, hips rolling up to meet each slow, punishing thrust.

He set a rhythm. It was deep, controlled, like he was savoring you. One hand still gripped your wrists, the other cradled the back of your head as he buried his face in your neck, whispering filth in that low, reverent tone only he could make sound holy.

“All I’ve wanted all week… was this. Your moans in my ear. Your nails in my back. You underneath me, taking every inch.”

You obeyed instinct, clawing at his shoulders, biting his neck, hips meeting his every thrust with rising desperation. He angled his pelvis, and the head of his cock brushed your sweet spot once, then again, until you were keening, your whole body arching like a bowstring.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

You broke with a cry, body convulsing beneath him, pleasure rocketing through you in waves. He cursed as you clenched around him, then buried himself to the hilt one last time and came with a growl. It was deep, guttural, like a man losing control completely.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your heartbeats and heavy breaths mingling in the dark.

Then he kissed you, slow and sweet, almost worshipful, before finally collapsing beside you on the couch. After a few moments, he laughed softly.

“What?” you asked, still breathless.

“I’m gonna be useless tomorrow,” he said. “But damn. Worth it.”

You smirked. “Next time, let me finish my spreadsheet first.”

He turned his head toward you, hair falling into his eyes. “Next time, I’m taking you on the desk.”

[teamchasezwrites]

MASH

Word Count: 7,991

Characters: Damian Priest/You

Genre: Smut

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex,

Summary: Damian finds a torn piece of paper with a list of men on it in your handwriting. He’s gotta know it’s just part of a silly 90s teen game and not a list of men you want to fuck, right? Right?!

Author’s Note: I wrote this for @eringobragh420 and her upcoming birthday! Surprise! I hope you enjoy this. Happy early birthday!

This is my first time writing from the “you” perspective. I’m not sure I like it. I hope it’s not too bad.

You knew he was mad.

He didn’t tell you. No that wasn’t Damian’s style. It aggravated you to no end but in the three years you’ve been together it just became one of the things you’ve learned to live with. One of his quirks.

A meme you recently saw while doom scrolling Facebook jumped to mind: If he’s angry, show him your boobs.

The idea held merit but you didn’t want just give in. You had no idea the cause of his anger. By the side eye he was giving you it didn’t take a genius to figure out you had to be the cause. You just didn’t know what you did to cause it. It was on the tip of your tongue to ask if it was his time of the month, but you were certain that would definitely cause his anger to increase tenfold. You knew what it would do to you if he asked you the same question but he wasn’t that stupid. He may think it on occasion but he wasn’t a big enough idiot to actually open his mouth and voice the question.

The downside to Damian’s silent anger was it was slowly stoking yours. Usually you were able to ignore him when he got like this, but unfortunately for you – and him – you were slated to start your period in a couple days. At this point in your cycle breathing wrong near you could cause you to combust. If you had sleeves you’d be pushing them up at the moment and taking out your earrings to start a fight. This time you just let your own anger slowly fester with each glance in your direction and with each heavy foot and thud of items being moved or put down.

You had just gotten back from a two week overseas European tour with Damian. Now it was time to unpack the suitcases you may not have overpacked plus souvenirs you picked up in every city. You drug Damian up and down nearly every sidewalk looking for the perfect item. It was getting clothes cycled through the laundry. Toiletry items put away. Replenishing the items in Damian’s travel bag he would be using again in just five short days. Then it was tidying up an already clean apartment. You hated to leave the place a mess before a trip so it was clean but there was a thin layer of dust on the surfaces. While you were doing that, Damian was making a shopping list.

And allowing cupboards to slam shut. Each time the wood hit the jam caused your eye to twitch and your shoulders to ratchet up until your neck nearly disappeared.

“What is your problem!” You roared when the fruit drawer in the fridge shut hard enough you were certain it caused a crack. You slammed the the Pledge canister in your hand down on the counter.

In a move that sent her anger dangerously close to exploding through the top of the capillary tube he looked at you over his shoulder with his eyebrows cocked. “I don’t have a problem.”

The flash in his dark eyes belayed that comment. So did the pursing of his lips into thin lines as his jaw clenched so hard a muscle in his cheek twitched.

Much like your eye.

“Right,” you drew out with a chuckle. “That’s why you slammed the fruit storage drawer so hard it nearly shot out the back. The entire washer nearly collapsed when you shut the lid.”

“It did not.”

The eye roll did it. Like a gun shot in the air from the starter’s hand sending the runners off the line, your anger spilled over. “The fuck it didn’t! You’ve been stomping around here like an ogre from practically the moment we walked through the door. I’m surprised you haven’t fallen through the floor and landed on poor Mrs. Garcia.”

Mrs Garcia was a nice old lady who lived in the apartment below them. You weren’t sure her age but you guessed her to be in her 90s. You were too afraid to ask. Casual conversation with some of the current tenants in the apartment passed from previous ones had them all figuring she came new with the building from the 60s. Rumor was she was 90 back then too.

“You’re being ridiculous.”

The eye roll had you grinding your teeth so hard you were certain your dentist would admonish you on your next visit. If you made it there because right now you had visions of wrapping your hands around Damian’s pretty little neck and cutting off his air supply until it wasn’t anger flashing in those captivating dark pools.

“You’re really going to stand there and tell me you’re not in a mood?”

“Not in a mood.”

Your eyes narrowed watching as Damian turned away from you and actually left the kitchen leaving you standing there alone. You bristled and released the white knuckled grip you held on the microfiber dusting cloth leaving it lay on the counter next to the can of Pledge. You made your way into the bedroom purposefully ignoring Damian who was now sifting through his travel backpack. You knew he was taking stock in the contents. The backpack never truly got unpacked after trips. Items such as chargers stayed tucked inside. It cut down on time and anxiety. With Damian being gone every weekend, it just made sense to have somethings earmarked as travel only.

You pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it into the hamper. Your pants followed. You were reaching behind your back to unclip your bra when Damian spoke.

“I know what you’re doing.”

You could feel his eyes on you. You always could. Your body would tingle and begin to simmer. It was the same when he entered a room no matter how many people were present. There was an awareness of his presence even when you couldn’t physically see him. Your connection had always been strong even before you started dating.

“I’m not doing anything,” you simply stated as you let the bra fall down your arms. Damian’s deep chuckle caused goosebumps on your arms. Your nipples pebbled and you the felt wetness build between your folds. You damned him in your mind for his ability to turn you on with the littlest of things. A laugh of all things and you were ready to forget your anger and jump him.

“I saw that reel too Princesa. I told you I’m not in a mood but if you want to show me your tits, I’m not gonna complain.”

“I am not showing you my tits. I’m going to take a shower and wash off the traveling.” You pushed your underwear down your legs. Satisfaction filled you when you heard the choked groan as you bent to pick the article of clothing off the floor. You deposited it into the hamper and walked to the bathroom ignoring Damian.

“Aren’t we going to the store?”

His voice filled the bathroom indicating he followed you. You shivered but refused to give in. You kept your back to him as you reached into the shower stall. A flick of the wrist brought a cascade of cool water raining down.

“You and your not-in-a-mood can go. I’m too exhausted from the flight to play that game today. You don’t want to tell me what’s wrong? Fine.” You shrugged feeling a splash of hurt join your simmering anger. You just wanted to be trusted enough to receive an answer at the first ask. If he didn’t want to tell you… well you refused to beg.

You reached into the small linen closet, still keeping your back to Damian, and grabbed one of the luxurious fluffy towels neatly folded inside. They were a splurge you didn’t feel guilty about but you also never informed your mother of the price for one. A sharp piercing pain went through you remembering the silly arguments you and Damian got into when you first moved in about the proper way to fold towels. He’d eventually given in and yielded to your supreme ways.

You jolted when a warm hand gripped the back of your neck. Fingers pressed into your skin and you were whirled around. Your back slammed against the linen closet door. Hand still cradling the base of your head. Damian’s hard body pressed against your front. The manhandle move paired with the sensation of his fully clothed body against your naked one had your knees weakened into jelly. It was a struggle to lock them. If not for Damian’s body holding you into place you were pretty certain you’d have melted to the floor. A puddle at his feet.

Damian raised your face with a knuckle beneath your chin. Your blown pupils met his eyes. You could read the anger still in their depths but now they were darkened with something else. Your lips remained parted from your gasp of surprise. He loomed over you; your breaths mixing. Your nipples rubbed against the softness of his plain black t-shirt. The sensation running an obstructed path toward your center. Wetness pooled and you pressed your thighs together. Your fingers pressed against the door behind you. The towel lay forgotten on the floor at your feet.

You stared into Damian’s eyes unable to look away; to break the connection. Your anger slowly morphing into something else and you were afraid your earlier thought was a lie. You were close to begging.

“Are you done?”

Damian’s words brought that anger rushing back. With a quick move, your arm broke the hold he had on you and you shoved him away. He stumbled back a half step. The surprise littering his face would have caused you to laugh if you weren’t so angry.

“I’m not dealing with this.” Your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. It was a funny feeling to be turned on and angry at the same time. Part of you wanted to push him back through the bathroom door until he fell onto the bed. Then unzip his jeans to bare his cock to you and sink down on him. The other part truly did want to hold his head under water. “You have been pissed off since we’ve been home. I can practically feel the anger radiating off you. You won’t tell me what’s wrong. I know it has to do with me with the way you’ve been shooting daggers at me. I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out what I did and I can’t think of anything. It’s absolutely exhausting trying to tiptoe around you when you get like this. So please,” you could feel tears starting to well in your eyes. “Tell me what I did to piss you off so I can apologize or double down because you know I’m not just going to roll over for you.”

You feared he wasn’t going to do anything. He stood in front of you; the only movement was the shirt stretching further across his chest with each breath he took. A tear crest your eye lid and rolled down your cheek and he spurred into action. You knew he hated to see you cry and you really didn’t mean to right now but the combination of hurt, anger, and an impending period made for a ripe breeding ground.

You watched as Damian reached into the pocket of his medium wash jeans and pulled out a piece of lined notebook paper. The paper was torn; barely even a quarter of the sheet in a crude triangle shape. It was crumbled and crinkled. You could just make out the black ink of written words but couldn’t focus enough to decipher them. You raised your eyes to his; confusion filing across your features.

“When were you going to tell me I wasn’t your first choice?” The paper nearly disappeared in Damian’s large hand as his fingers curled into a fist. The grip belying his anger. “Hell I wasn’t even your second.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Damian’s words. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“This!” He thrust the paper toward you and you slowly reached for it.

With hesitation in your movements you slowly lowered your hand to the paper you now held in your hands. You blinked in bewilderment at the writing. It was a list of five names:

Punk

Rollins

Damian

Sabin

Cody

The handwriting was unmistakably yours. There were lines drawn through each of the names crossing them out except Damian’s. His was circled roughly five times. A single continuous loop around his name. There were no other markings on the paper.

You couldn’t help it. You started to laugh. A soft giggle at first before you were cackling loudly with glee. Your eyes began to water. Your stomach cramped. Any of the previous anger you felt disappeared immediately. Raising your tear filled gaze, your eyes met Damian’s. While yours were sparkling with merriment, his had darkened considerably. Anger weighing heavily in them.

It took a lot of effort to choke back your laughter. Even so, your lungs heaved as you tried to draw in a breath. There was a stitch in your side and you made a concentrated effort to not lift a hand to massage it.

“You done?”

You peered at him; staring deep into his eyes. You bit back a curse seeing the masked hurt. It was hidden so deeply and you were so blinded by your own irritation and growing anger you failed to see it. You straighten your body; a soft smile on your lips. “Damian… what do you think this is?”

Damian’s lip curled in disgust. Most times the crookedness of his lips when he spoke caused your brain to go offline and turn to mush. Now was no different. Your fingers twitched wanting to reach out and brush your thumb over his lips until they straightened and relaxed. “Obviously a list of guys you wanted. Did you try Punk and Rollins first before settling on me? If I didn’t work out were you just gonna try Sabin next? Then Cody?” He broke off in Spanish that most definitely did not twist your insides.

‘What a dumb idiot,’ you thought. Your lips curved into a smile again.

“You enjoying this Princesa? How would you like it if you found a list of girls I’d like to fuck?”

You blew out a breath and closed your eyes counting to five. You didn’t point out that the imaginary ‘fuck’ list of his would coincidentally be your kill list. “It’s a game Damian.”

“Having a list of men you’d like to fuck is a game?”

“Yes… I mean no,” you stuttered. The eye twitch from earlier slid to the bridge of your nose and morphed into pressure. “It’s not a list of men I’d like to fuck. Haven’t you ever heard of MASH?”

“The old TV show?” Damian’s voice was laced with confusion.

“No,” you groaned and this time you did pinch the bridge of your nose. “The game from junior high and high school. Maybe even elementary.” At his lost look, she sighed. “Come on… MASH. Mansion. Apartment. Shack. House.”

“What are you talking about and what does that have to do with this?” Damian grabbed your wrist and held your hand up. The paper with your list of men waving with the motion.

“You seriously have no idea what I’m talking about?”

“Does it look like I know what you’re talking about?”

The poor man looked just as lost as he was last weekend when Jackie Redmond tried teaching him how to make a heart with his fingers. You fell a little bit more in love with him during that adorable moment. Thankfully the lovable dork could defend you during a zombie apocalypse because he definitely failed at popular trends.

You sighed and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bedroom. You opened the drawer in the bedside side and grabbed the small composition notebook kept there. Turning the notebook to a blank page you quickly filled out the paper with the categories. MASH across the top. Husband and job with enough spaces to list a handful of picks. Then down the right side of the paper she listed money and car. Down at the bottom she put kids. “Ringing any bells?”

Damian shook his head. “What is it?”

“It’s a silly fortune teller game we used to play as pre teens and teens. We’d fill these out with boys we thought were cute in our class or famous celebrities like Zach Morris from Saved By The Bell or Jordan Knight from New Kids on The Block…” This time you wrote Damian’s name for each of the options under husband. “Fill in the money we wanted to make.” You wrote crazy amounts like you did as a kid. The zillion dollars. A billion. Hundred thousand. The one dollar. “Then the jobs you wanted…” One of those was the obvious marine biologist all girls in the 90s wanted to be. Another a doctor. Then a stripper. “Car you wanted to drive… such as a Porsche or Lamborghini.” You also joking wrote horse drawn carriage and MoPed. Lastly you put down options for the numbers of kids. “Now you draw a spiral until the person you’re playing with tells you to stop and then you count the lines.” She drew a random spiral and counted the lines. “You take this number and start counting through everything you wrote down until you’re left with only one option in each category.” You played a round through the game, counting out six and crossing out each option you landed on. “Get it?”

Damian nodded. “Then what’s this?” He motioned toward the ripped paper.

“Naomi and I were goofing around on the plane. We played this. Made one of those origami fortune tellers…” You could tell he was just as lost as before. You tossed the notebook down on the bed, along with your pen. The torn piece from your earlier fun crumbled in your fist into a tiny ball before you tossed it onto the bed with your notebook. Taking a step toward him, you saw his eyes flare. This time not in anger. Warmth curled deep in your belly.

Your hands rested on either of his hips and you took step closer. With your head tilted back to look up at him, your thumbs brushed back and forth over his shirt. His stomach quivered under your touch. “I am not trying to fuck anyone in that locker room but you.”

Damian’s hands cupped your face. He angled your face up pulling you toward him at the same time. The movement caused your hands to grip his hips tighter as you swayed toward him. Your breasts brushed against his t-shirt. The sensation causing them to harden. “Is that right?”

“Is the way I’m dressed not blatant enough for you?”

Damian’s lips stretched into a smirk. The right side of his upper lip crooking up stealing the very breath you breathed. “I thought you weren’t engaging your underhanded tactics on me?”

“Well I wasn’t then…” You said coyly. Your hands moved over his stomach toward the center before they began their ascent up his chest. You could feel the warmth of his skin through his t-shirt. The tiny twitches of his muscles as your hands ran over his stomach and the hard walls of his chest. “But I am now…”

“Is that right…” Damian drawled. His hands brushed over your back. They were rough from years of working the ropes and working out. You shivered as the callouses caught your smooth skin. His hand skimmed down to the curve of your ass and you pressed back against it, popping your ass out slightly. His fingers dug into your flesh as he moved you to him. His cock hard against your belly.

“Is it working?”

“I’m not exactly thrilled you put those names down… you apparently find them attractive enough to pick.”

You rolled your eyes. Your hands moved down to place teasing touches along the waistband of his jeans. “I am not standing in front of any of them buck ass naked ready to sink to my knees and suck their cock.”

Damian’s eyes darkened at her words. “Get on your knees now.”

You hesitated even though you wanted to sink to your knees immediately. His words caused a flush to stain your skin. Your pussy slicked and clenched. You squirmed slightly in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. “I’m doing this because I want to, not because you told me too.” The words were sassy and your breath caught when his fingers twisted in your hair pulling you back to his body. Your lips a breath away from his. Your breaths mixed and you grew impossibly wetter at the scene.

“Suck my cock Princesa,” Damian’s voice was low; almost a growl and didn’t that cause another flush of wetness between your thighs. “Prove to me you only want my cock between your thighs.”

You whimpered when his hand tightened in your hair. Not in pain though. Your breathing grew shallower, nearly panting. His face blurred in front of you are your pupils dilated. You were close to begging him to fuck you. Just bend you over the bed and ram into you from behind as you howled in pleasure at the invasion.

“You want my cock Princesa?” Damian’s cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans practically begging to be released. The head leaking as he watched your arousal build. You nodded your head against the hold he still held. He grinned. “Show me… show me how you want my cock.”

Like a string being cut, you sank to your knees the moment his hand released its grip. Your knees dug into the flatweave area rug that softened the ambience of the bedroom. Up on your knees your hands held onto his hips and you leaned forward. You buried your face into his crotch, nuzzling the hard ridge. The denim was rough on your skin. You inhaled his scent, moaning softly as it invaded your senses. A shiver worked through you starting and ending at your pussy. You wanted run your hand down your chest, between your breasts, over your stomach and down between you legs. You wanted to slide your fingers through your wetness, slicking them before pressing two deep inside you.

Instead you drew your head back as your hands moved to the front of his jeans. Looking up through your eyelashes you caught his gaze. Chin tucked to chest as he looked down at you with a heated gaze. With the button of his jeans undone, the zipper easily slid down. Tight black boxer briefs awaited you; stretched across a delicious bulge that had your mouth watering. Leaning forward, you mouthed that bulge breathing in the very essence of Damian. A smooth rich scent assaulted you and you moaned softly. Your hands ran up and down the hard muscles of his thighs. The denim rough against your palms. You opened your lips mouthing at his head. The breathy groan from above caused another shiver.

A tug had his cock bouncing free from its confines. It bobbed in front of you gloriously hard and leaking from the tip. The most mouth watering meal you ever been presented with. Your hand circled around the base. The skin silky smooth and hot. Your tongue peaked from beneath your lips as it trailed along your bottom lip leaving behind a glistening wetness.

“Suck my cock Princesa,” Damian groaned as you squeezed his cock. He reached out to run a thumb across your cheek before burying his fingers in your hair. He held you steady and guided you toward his tip. You gladly followed.

You licked the head of his cock with a flat tongue. A salty taste burst on your tongue from the bead of come gathered on the tip. Your moaned joined his. You swept teasing licks across the tip, your hand slowly stroking up from the base. You sucked gently, tongue still engaging in swirling licks around the tip.

You pulled off and lifted the hard cock in your hand. You licked a strip from his balls to his tip following the vein where you sucked it back into your mouth with another round of swirling teasing licks.

“Fuck… your mouth,” Damian groaned, his eyes falling shut as his head fell back.

You moaned around his cock feeling it pulse in your hand. You licked another path from root to tip and drew him back in your mouth. Your hand tightened around him as you slowly began to draw more of him in your mouth. You sank down on his hard length; your tongue working the underside curling up around it. Soon your lips met your curled fingers and you slowly started lifting off leaving behind a trail of wetness. He pulse in your hold again and you squeezed.

With just the tip in your mouth you glanced up at Damian. He stared down at you; his pupils blown wide. Eyes heavy with desire. His hand still threaded in her hair, cupping the back of your head. He wasn’t guiding your movements. He was just sort of holding on. You sent him a wink and sank down on his cock once more. The glide made easier with your saliva already slickening his hard length.

Your lips stretched wide around his ample girth. The weight of his cock on your tongue made your mouth water. This time when your lips met your hand you simply uncurled your fingers until it was just your thumb and forefinger circling Damian. You moved your hold down as you sank further taking more and more of him in your mouth.

“That’s right. Take it all…” Damian groaned tightening his fingers in your hair. His body hummed in pleasure watching his cock disappearing between your lips. “You look so good on your knees for me.”

You moaned at the feel of his tip probing the back of your throat. Your jaw ached and your nose was pressed against the skin at the base of his cock. He was shaved clean; the skin surrounding his cock smooth. His musky scent surrounded you. Your hands gripped his hips, your fingers digging into the denim still covering him. You inched forward on your knees gagging slightly when he pressed into your throat.

“Dios Mio,” Damian breathed feeling your throat closing around him. When you swallowed around his tip his fingers tightened in you hair, twisting the strands in a piercing grip. A quiver worked over his body. One of those full body trembles that weakened his knees. He pulled his hips back, fighting against the suction of your mouth.

You re-gripped his cock with your hand as you lifted your head. The base slippery in your hold. You worked your hand up and down his length; the glide easy. You continued to jerk him off as you sucked the top. The hollowing of your cheeks created a suction so tight it tugged at your lips and caused a groan to fall from Damian’s lips.

You ran your tongue over his head gathering up the pre come. Your eyes fell shut at the flavor. You sank down once more on his full length pressing deeper causing your throat muscles to protest and tears to leak from your eyes. You pulled off completely with a gasping breath as your hand continued to work him. Your free hand moved up his body dipping beneath the t-shirt he still wore. His stomach quivered beneath your touch. His skin warm. You scrapped your nails over his belly as they moved downward to grip his thigh once more.

Holding his cock still, you rubbed the tip over your lips tracing each one like you were applying chapstick. Pre come smeared over your lips and your tongue chased the taste licking it all up until you swallowed him again. Movements picked up as you bobbed your head faster; tongue working the underside as your hand moved up and down at the base meeting your lips and parting only to meet again on the up stroke. Lips and hand working in tandem to draw breathy moans and curses from his lips. You almost dropped your hand between your thighs where your pussy begged to be filled. Folds saturated with your excitement. Clit swollen with arousal.

Instead you grazed your fingertips over his balls. The motion caused a litany of Spanish curses to fall from his lips. He jerked in your mouth and the fingers twisted in your hair was nearing the point of painful. You continued the teasing little tickles as it caused his cock to leak into your mouth. You willingly accepted the offering and deep throated him twice more in quick succession.

You were ripped from his cock with the hand in your hair and pulled to your feet. The dark look in Damian’s eyes was almost enough to make you come. Your lips crashed together and you felt your breath leave your body with a whoosh. Your hands fought for purchased gripping and twisting in the offending t-shirt that kept you from being pressed against his skin. A wave of heat coursed through you at the image you must make. Damian completely clothed in jeans and a shirt. You naked as the day you were born. You wiggled your body against his feeling a sticky wetness trail across your belly from his weeping cock.

You sank into his demanding kiss as his hands moved down your back leaving a trail of fire on your skin from his touch. His hands cupped your ass and his fingers dug into the meaty flesh. With a slight pressure you were lifted in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist with your ankles crossing at his back locking you to him. Your hands dug into into his shoulders before brushing across to his neck and up where you settled them on his cheeks. His well manicured beard scratched at the skin on the palm of your hands. The sensation creating a firestorm inside your body.

His licked at your lips and you opened on a sigh welcoming him in. His tongue dueled with yours. You whimpered into the kiss as your body heated. Your body flooded with a swirling sensation that caused your core to tighten. You wrapped your arms around his massive shoulders pressing yourself closer to him as he moved deepening the kiss. Softness met your back as he lowered you to the mattress.

The kiss broke with a gasp. Yours. Your heavy desire ridden gaze met his. “Please,” you begged raising your hips up, rubbing shamelessly against him. Your chest heaved causing your breasts to bounce drawing his gaze. A flush swept across your skin igniting your already on fire skin.

“Please what Princesa?” Damian ran his hands up your body, his hands cupping your breasts. His fingers dug into the fleshy globes as he squeezed gently. He pressed his hips into yours and you arched your back into his touch.

“Fuck me Damian,” you moaned. “Please.” He drew another moan from your body when his fingers tweaked your nipples. The buds drawn into hard pebbles. Each tweak… each pinch felt like a straight jolt directly to your clit. You shamelessly rubbed against him. “I need you…”

“You look so gorgeous spread out for me like this…. Beggin for my cock….” Damian grabbed his cock in his hand. He tugged at the hard length a couple times. He hissed at the touch, his eyes nearly closing. Pressing down he ran his cock through your folds. The tip pressing against your sensitive clit.

A low moan fell from your lips at the feeling. The searing heat of his cock against you. You rocked up into him. Your folds soaking his length. Your hands moved across the blanket; fingers gripping and un-gripping the soft cotton. Your hips moved against him as he teased you. “Damian…” his name fell from your lips like a prayer. You would fall to your knees and pray to any deity if it would get his cock inside you.

“Beg Princesa… beg for my cock…”

“Oh God… please Damian….” Your breath stuttered as the head of his cock nudged your clit and your brain seemingly short circuited. Your thighs tightened around his waist urging him forward with a press of your heels into his denim clad ass. “Give me your cock… it’s just you I need… not them… you…” you gasped as his cock speared your folds pushing inside of you slowly so you could feel every inch invading your body. You clamped down on him as he pulled back out in a desperate attempt to keep him inside you.

“This pussy was made for me,” Damian’s voice was strained alerting you to the considerable amount of effort it was taking him to move slowly. He watched his cock slip from your body covered in your creamy essence. He pushed back in, his movements just as slow and restrained as the first. Pussy lips gripping him trying to pull him deeper.

A whine left your lips when you felt him retreat once more. You lifted your hips to push back on his cock. “Damian please… I need it… I need you…” Your body trembled when he pulled completely free to run his cock through your pussy lips again. His heated head nudging your clit with every up stroke. “God Damian…” your hands gripped the comforter again. You unlocked your legs from his waist and caught your heels on the bed frame. You used it as leverage to press your hips up searching for his cock.

His cock was gone but before you could whine in protest, you felt his warm hands at your thighs. Those calloused hands tracing up and down the sensitive soft skin of your inner thighs. You blinked your eyes opened, staring down at him. Your vision blurry from being clenched shut. He dropped to his knees the same time his hands pushed your thighs apart baring you to him.

“Yeeeessss,” you hissed. He wrapped his strong arms around your thighs and pulled you dangerously close to the edge. You felt off balance liked you’d slip right to the floor, but then you felt his hot breath on your pussy and all thought flew from your head.

Your legs trembled in his hold as his breath blew across your dampened folds. Your clit was swollen with need. Each wave of air caused your hips to jerk and your opening to clench. Your breath caught in your throat when he dragged his tongue through your folds licking you from your opening to your clit with a flat tongue. He gathered up every bit of your spilled offering. Your body tense, frozen as Damian nudged your clit with devoted strikes. The pressure in your chest built and suddenly you were gasping for breath, sucking oxygen into your depleted lungs. “Fuck…” the curse fell from your lips as Damian pressed his face deeper into your center. His hardened tongue spearing your folds entering into your body searching for more of your sweet slick.

Your body was on fire. Your hand ran over your stomach and up where you rolled your nipple between your thumb and forefinger. A pinch to the sensitive nub sent a jolt of pleasure right to your center. A gush of liquid Damian lapped up with a moan. Your hand then travelled down your body brushing over his cheek and ear. You cupped the back of his head pressing him closer still. His hair was freshly shaven only the day before and the long strands from the top were pulled back in his ever present bun. With a couple tugs and flicks from your fingers, the elastic band gave way and his hair tumbled down hiding the shaved parts. The strands tickled your inner thighs and you immediately twisted you fingers in it using it as leverage as you held him against your body. Your hips moving against his face.

A finger soon replaced his tongue. The thick digit slipping easily inside of you. You moaned at the invasion wishing it was something bigger… thicker. Nonetheless your pussy clenched just the same. Milking it the same way you would his cock. You raised your hips hoping to send it deeper.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Damian’s voice vibrated against you sending another round of shock waves through you. “You clenching around me so tightly…” he wrapped his free hand around his cock. The tip leaking, dribbling down his shaft. He rubbed his come into the smooth skin of his shaft with each stroke. His breath coming out in stuttered gasps.

“Damian,” you lifted yourself up onto your elbows to get a view. You couldn’t see his cock, but you knew what his was doing by the way his arm moved. The biceps rippling with each tug causing the black in on his arms to dance. “Please…” Desperation filled your voice. His finger left you only to be replaced once again by his tongue as he dove back in. His hand still worked his cock.

You fell back onto the bed as his tongue stopped teasing. The strokes became more intense flickering over your clit. Pleasure wound and built deep in your belly. Your hand clutched at his head pressing him deeper into your clit. You jerked your hips moving your pussy against his face. The room filled with a mixture of his muted moans against your folds, the soft fap of his hand stroking his cock, and your growing moans.

“Fuck Damian please… I need you in me. God I want your cock so deep inside me I can taste it…”

“Come on my tongue first. Let me taste you,” Damian squeezed the base of his cock. A groan fell from his lips as he warded off his impending orgasm. He forced himself to remove his hand and wrapped it around your thigh. Underneath and over your hip where his fingers parted your folds. Your swollen clit stood out like a beacon in the night. Like a sailor transfixed by the song of the siren, Damian’s tongue torpedoed in; assaulting your clit with precision strikes.

You writhed on the blankets. A fine sheen of sweat covering your body. Your left hand twisted into the blankets; your nails digging into the cotton. Your right still twisted in his black strands. Fisted so tightly you knew it had to hurt but you couldn’t bring yourself to loosen the hold and Damian didn’t complain. You bucked against his face and pleasure swirled and grew. Your body produced more slick covering his chin and beard; dripping down the curve of her cheeks. Your moans grew louder and more frenzied. Your well timed movements lost their rhythm.

Damian rode each jerk, each thrust. He held your hips tighter and continued his work. His cock was weeping. His come falling to the carpeted rug. He feared he might lose control of his own body. His eyes flickered up your body. The quivering stomach muscles as you fought for your own control; a useless attempt to keep your orgasm at bay. Your heaving chest as you desperately tried to keep oxygen inside your lungs but your gasping breaths weren’t filling enough.

You could hear his licks through your soaked folds. Could hear his own grunts and moans as he gained just as much pleasure from pleasuring you. You looked down at meet his eyes. Completely black pools and you bit your lip. Little whimpers broke through and his gaze trapped you. “Oh…” you moaned as the tension tightened. Damian’s efforts doubled and you came with a loud moan. Your body jerked in Damian’s hold as you sank back on the bed. Your body releasing a flood which Damian happily licked up.

Damian stood, a feeling of pride filling him. A virile masculinity puffing his chest as he watched your body twitching as you slowly fell back to earth. He wiped a hand down his beard coming away wet with your juices. He reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it off when your voice stopped him.

“Leave it on…” your body hummed post orgasm. Tiny little tremors working their way through leaving small twitches in their wake as your senses fought to come back online. You wanted to sink right into the mattress in euphoric bliss but you caught sight of Damian’s cock protruding from his jeans. Hard and leaking from the tip. The open fly of his jeans framing the magnificent cock. A wave of pleasure shot through you at the vulnerability you exuded. “Just like this.”

Damian hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you back to the edge of the bed. He stepped closer between the v of your thighs and reached for his cock. He teased your opening sliding through your sopping folds coating his cock. His tip nudged at your overly sensitive clit causing you to jerk. His hands held you in place.

You released a low moan when he finally pushed into you. There were no teasing strokes this time. He sank all the way in; his hips resting against yours.

Damian’s body shook as a tremor worked through. You were tight and warm around him. Clenching him so hard. His heads dropped back as he breathed through his nose, jaw clenched tight as he fought to not come immediately. He wanted to. He wanted to flood your channel with his come until it was dripping out of you.

“Please Damian… I need you…” You begged him as you rocked up against him. He filled you so wonderfully. Slotted against you like he was meant to be.

“I got you Princesa.”

And he did. Damian pulled you back to him, your ass cheeks against the denim of his thighs. He held your legs open as he pulled out and slammed back into you. You moaned loudly at the feeling. Clenching tighter around him. You fought with your body wanting to keep him locked inside and wanting to feel the pull of him sliding out of you only to push right back in.

Your legs were moved to rest on his shoulders. One arm wrapped around them to keep them in place. His other hand gripped your hip as he pulled you into him every time he impaled you on his cock. His hips started thrusting with fervor. Like a piston in a car engine, he slammed his cock into you at a quick pace. His thighs slapping against your ass. The sound muted because of his jeans.

Small whimpers and moans were coaxed from your body. Your toes curled and your hands once again fisted in the blankets. Your head tilted back as your eyes drifted closed allowing the feeling of pleasure to wash over you. Your breasts bounced with each snap of his hips. You braced your ankles on his shoulders and lifted your ass a little sending him deeper. You nearly howled when he hit the hidden spot inside you.

A fuse lit inside of you and you weren’t sure how long you had before the bomb exploded. You chanted Damian’s name and reached for him needed to feel him all over you. Feel his weight pressing you down on the bed. He leaned forward nearly rolling you in half. Your leg slipped from his shoulder and you wrapped it around his waist. “Don’t stop,” you pleaded. Your hand clutched at his shoulder gripping his t-shirt in a tight hold that had the fabric stretching across his chest.

“Never stopping,” Damian grunted as he kept up his torrid pace. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His heart pounded against his rib cage. His muscles strained with exertion. “Proving… you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you cried. Your hand drifted to the back of his head tangling in his hair again. “I’m yours Damian… always…”

“Fuck,” Damian’s hand hit the mattress next to her head. She was folded beneath him allowing him to go deeper. His shins hit the frame of the bed with every thrust but he couldn’t stop. The position caused her to cry out and he faltered.

“No no. Don’t… please…” You could barely move your hips in this position relying on Damian to bring you home. He hit that rough patch inside you and your body hummed. A continuous vibration. Your fingers tingled and you felt a muscle in your hip lock but you were too far gone. Damian’s efforts renewed with vigor. Both gasping for breath. Little grunts and groans mixing.

“I’m gonna come…” Damian‘s hips snapped to yours. He was at the edge of the cliff waiting to be thrust over. He slammed into you again and again. You pussy lips clenching like a vice. Your channel feeling like a Heaven he never wanted to leave.

“Keep going… fuck don’t stop,” you pleaded with him feeling pleasure building. Your heart hammered frantically in your chest. You clenched his cock trying to milk the come from his balls. You could feel it pulsing inside you. Lightning flooded your core. Tension coiled in your belly.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” Damian chanted. A moan from fell from his lips – harsh and guttural. He slammed into you and his orgasm exploded. He came with a deep roar. His cock pulsed wildly inside of you as he shot ropes and ropes of thick white hot come all over your walls. Each clench of your pussy caused his body to jerk. He panted heavily. Tiny whines escaping on each exhale.

The feeling of Damian’s come painting your walls sent you careening into your own orgasm. Your wail mixed with his. Your body jerking as you tried to rock on his cock. Your pussy fluttered around him desperately trying to milk all the come from him; greedily pulling it into your body. You withered and arched beneath Damian. Your muscles tensing and locking as white hot pleasure burst through you. Tears fell from the corner of your eyes.

“Fuck,” Damian released a full body quiver as he let go of the hold on your legs. They fell to the bed; the muscles feeling like jelly. The new position caused her eyes to widen and she searched for purchase as her weight tried to pull her from the bed. You rested precariously on the edge. You moaned feeling Damian’s hips press into yours holding you in place. He slumped over resting his head against your heaving chest.

You managed to somehow get your muscles to work and you wrapped your arms around him, cradling him to your breast. His back expanding with his own heavy breathing and you hummed softly. Your muscles twitched as the tension slowly released. Your hands gently caressed Damian’s back. You untucked your arms from his so you could cup his face. From there you pulled his lips to yours. The kiss was soft. Lips moving together in a lazy manner. Your lips parted and your tongues met. Slow strokes stoking the embers of their lovemaking.

The kiss broke as slowly as it began. His forehead rested against yours. You blinked your eyes open staring into his. The earlier anger was gone. His brown eyes sparkling with a warm gentleness. You traced a finger down his cheek.

“Why third?”

Your brow furrowed in confusion at his words. The confusion must have shown because Damian explained without prompt.

“Why was I listed as third in your list?”

“Oh…” Laughter bubbled up. Soft chuckles releasing. She placed a kiss on the tip of his nose and then another on the right side of his mouth; right where that lip bent in a crooked manner when he spoke.

“It has the best probability of being selected.”

[misslizzyxoxo]

owns the night

pairing : damian priest x reader

summary : you were only supposed to go out with your friends for a few drinks to celebrate one of them getting engaged, but that quickly turns into a wild night at the club. this leaves your boyfriend, damian, less than pleased and he has to remind you exactly who's in charge.

word count : 2475

content warning : dom! damian, sub! reader, p in v, spanking, overstimulation, oral, fingering, creampie

the loud bass music pulsed through your chest, vibrating through your bones as you leaned back against the bar, downing the remnants of your fourth - no wait, fifth? - drink and let the familiar burn of alcohol hit your throat. your eyes were hazy, the mixture of tequila and whiskey coursing through your veins making everything feel just slightly distant and oh so wonderfully carefree.

your hair was a mess of tousled waves, falling over your shoulders, slightly damp from sweat. your skin was radiating heat from a mixture of the alcohol and all the dancing you’d been doing, the warmth causing your cheeks to flush with a rosy hue. the tiny black mini dress you’d chosen to wear was clinging to your curves, the plunging neckline barely holding your breast in place. with every twist of your hips, the dress momentarily rises a little bit higher, teasingly showing glimpses of skin on your inner thighs. you knew how good you looked and you’d never been shy about showing it off.

the night had started off innocently enough - dinner and cocktails, celebrating your friend ruby’s engagement. somewhere along the way, however, things had devolved into shots and reckless laughter as you all let loose. honestly, if this were just celebrating her engagement, you worried about how wild the bachelorette party was going to be. a part of you felt bad - you’d assured your boyfriend that it wasn’t going to be bad, that you’d just have a drink or two and then make your way home. that idea had been quickly abandoned and was now little more than an afterthought in the back of your mind as you focused on enjoying yourself.

you’d been prepared to go back out to the dance floor when the sound of your phone buzzing against the bar surface drew your attention. it wasn’t the first time that it had rang over the course of the night, but it was the first time you actually acknowledged it, squinting at the screen through your tipsy haze.

Papi

a slow, drunken grin slid across your lips as you picked it up and slid to answer it, completely ignoring all of the warning bells that should have been going off in your head. 

“heyyyyyyy papi” you slurred, dragging the words out like honey. “miss me?”

on the other end, you heard damian draw out a long, slow breath. his voice was low and raspy with barely restrained irritation. 

“where are you, hermosa?” you rolled your eyes with a playful defiance, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder, you began to toy with the rim of your now empty glass. 

“i’m out with the girls, silly!” you slurred. ”don’t you rememberrr? ruby’s engaged! we’re celebrating and having fun, don’t be such a party pooper!” 

over the phone, you heard clearly as he sharply exhaled through his nose - a telltale sign that you were definitely testing his patience. 

“go. home. now.” damian’s voice was dark, each word coming out as more of a warning than anything else.

unfortunately, the alcohol was lowering your inhibitions a little too much and so you merely giggled in reply. “oh, come on papi. i’m just having a little bit of funnnn!” 

before damian could reply, you felt a hand on your wrist and looked up to see your best friend ruby, who was just as drunk as you were. “cmon babeee! let’s dance!” 

her words were slurred and if it weren’t for her pointing over to where the rest of your friends were on the dance floor, you may not have gotten the gist of it. without a second thought you ended the call, letting ruby drag you toward the dance floor and letting your phone fall into your little clutch, all but forgotten. 

so you didn’t notice when damian tried to call you again. or when he texted you several times. and of course you completely forgot that the two of you had shared locations with each other in the early stages of your relationship.

somewhere in the haze of the alcohol and music, your party had made their way up onto the center stage of the club and you moved your body to the music, every so often remembering to pull your tiny black dress down before you gave everyone too much of a show. you were having so much fun, dancing into the night, but that all was interrupted when a large, rough hand wrapped around your wrist and practically yanked you off the stage.

a soft yelp escaped from your lips and your first reaction was to protest in anger, but then you looked up and suddenly your stomach was doing flips. 

because there he was. damian priest.

all six-foot-five of him, his massive frame towering over you. he was dressed in a fitted black shirt that clung to his muscular chest and a pair of dark jeans that hugged powerful thighs, making him near impossible to miss. but the thing you picked up on most was how his dark eyes were molten with barely contained fury, his jaw clenched tightly enough that you swore you could see the muscles tick. 

“papi,” you finally managed to breath out, your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him with surprise and misplaced excitement, the alcohol having you fail to realize just how much trouble you were in.

your friends looked on with a little bit of concern, but in reality they were all too drunk to really protest either as damian scooped you up into his arms with ease and waved them off as he began walking you two out of the club, his long strides swift and purposeful. he was seething, his entire body radiating a possessive dominance, but he was still careful with you.

the cool night air had you almost whining, but he didn’t give you a reaction as you both approached his car. he easily held you with one hand as he used the other to open the door, depositing you in the front seat. you blinked up at him and now that you could see his face again, you finally began sensing the depth of his frustration.

the ride back to your shared apartment was tense and silent. every now and then you would glance over at him through the corner of your eye. his hands gripped the steering wheel hard enough that his knuckles had turned white and his jaw was still tight. his dark eyes were focused on the road, but you could see the storm that was brewing behind them.

instinctively, your thighs squeezed together and a pulsing ache built low in your belly. a part of you, despite your inebriation, knew what was coming when you got home. when you finally reached your apartment, he parked with a sharp jerk and immediately rounded the car. you’d tried to get out on your own, but almost immediately were unsteady on your feet and he reached out to grab your wrist. his grip was firm and possessive but not painful as he led the two of you inside.

almost immediately as the door shut behind the two of you, he had you pressed up against the wall. your breath hitched sharply as your back collided with the cool surface. damian towered over you, his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in. his face was close, his forehead resting against your own. 

“you,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, “having been testing my patience tonight, mi reina.”

your stomach clenched at the raw dominance in his tone, but you were still buzzed and feeling reckless. 

“hmm…and what are you going to do about it, papi?” you teased, your words slurred and your tone sickeningly sweet, knowing you were going to continue testing his patience. his eyes darkened, but a wicked glint flashed in them to let you know that he would continue playing this game.

“careful, princesa,” he warned. “you may not like that answer.”

but did you heed his warning? of course not. instead, you brought your hands up to rest on his broad chest, your painted nails lightly dragging over the fabric of his shirt.

“maybe i like trouble, papi.”

his nostrils flared slightly and without another word, one of his hands moved to grab your jaw, forcing you to hold his gaze. you could see everything in his look - the anger, the possessiveness, the lust for you, but on the flip side you knew that he could see everything in your eyes too. could see how badly they betrayed how much you wanted him.

“you think this is a game, princesa?” he rasped, his voice low and dangerous. “i’m about to remind you who you belong to.”

before you could get out another word, he seized your hips and lifted you with ease. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carried you toward your bedroom. as he moved, his lips trailed along your throat, teeth grazing your skin possessively. 

by the time your back hit the mattress, your dress had already bunched up around your hips. damian’s large hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as his dark gaze moved up to your face at the new revelation.

“no panties?” he murmured, his voice dripping with a dark amusement. “que traviesa…”

you smirked, but it melted into a sharp gasp when he suddenly knelt between your thighs, dragging his tongue along your already slick folds in one deliberate stroke. your back arched violently, your fingers already fisting the sheets below you.

“papi!” you gasped breathlessly, thighs trembling, but he didn’t stop. instead, he growled  against her, gripping your thighs with an almost bruising force to keep them spread open as his tongue circled your clit relentlessly. 

“you wanna be a brat, princesa?” he rasped darkly between strokes of his tongue. “fine, lets see how much you can take.”

his tongue flattered, dragging over your sensitive bundle of nerves with a slow, devastating precision. he alternated between soft flicks and firm, languid strokes, keeping you on the edge but never quite letting you fall over. 

it was a cruel punishment, but perhaps one you deserved after disobeying him. still, after a several moments of being tortured, your thighs began to tremble, the pleasure building far too quickly. 

“papi, please” you whimpered pathetically, craving the release that he refused to let you have.

but he wasn’t done, not yet.

you were so lost in the pleasurable sensations of his tongue that you didn’t notice when his grip left one of your thighs until suddenly you felt two thick fingers inside of you. damian knew exactly what he was doing, his fingers curling just right to drag against your sweet spot, his tongue never slowing either as it circled and flicked mercilessly against your clit.

the sudden dual stimulation was enough to send you over the edge, your back arching and fingers clawing at the sheets as an orgasm ripped from you with a strangled cry. 

but damian didn’t stop.

his tongue and fingers remained relentlessly, thrusting and swirling as he overstimulated your sensitive core. your body joled with the intensitive, your thighs trembling as your swollen clit throbbed against his tongue.

“p-papi! too much!” you practically sobbed, your voice cracking. 

but damian only growled against you in response, holding you down with one of his large hands with ease.

“too much?” he taunted, his voice filled with a wicked delight. “you can take more, princesa.”

and you did. it didn’t take long, but he dragged you through another orgasm with his mouth, groaning as you came undone beneath him. your legs trembled uncontrollably, your entire body quivering and oversensitive, but damian didn’t stop until you were nothing but a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him.

when he finally pulled away, his lips were glistening with your arousal and he licked them slowly, watching you with a sort of dark and primal satisfaction.

“look at you,” he murmured as his eyes raked over your trembling form. “so fucking wrecked for me.”

you couldn’t even get a reply out if you wanted to, still completely overstimulated from his mouth. damian still wasn’t done, however. in his mind, you still hadn’t fully learned your lesson - and he wasn’t going to stop until it was drilled into your head. 

his hands reached out to grab your hips, flipping you onto your stomach with ease and pulling your hips up as a near breathless gasp escaped your lips. you felt as his large hand ran over the curve of your exposed ass, suddenly smacking it hard enough to make you cry out. he repeated the action several more times until the burning sensation had you certain that both cheeks were bright red. 

“you’re mine, princesa” he growled roughly against your ear.

your fingers suddenly found themselves clawing at the sheets as he thrust into you, burying his thick length to the hilt inside of you with one punishing stroke. you hadn’t even realized when he’d had the time to take his cock out, but you certainly weren’t in the position to complain. 

his large body engulfed you, his grip on your hips once again bruisingly tight as he started his thrust at a punishing pace, your body still having not recovered from the orgasms he’d forced out before. 

“mine,” he growled into your neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as he pulled you back, forcing you to take every inch of him. he was going to make sure that there was never a doubt in your mind who you belonged to, whose commands you were supposed to follow. 

every thrust, every slap of his hips against yours, sent you closer and closer to the edge, but what really sent you crashing over was when one his fingers found their way between your legs and began to circle at your clit. that was enough to send you spiraling, your third orgasm of the night ripped from your body. 

the sensation proved to be enough for damian too, as with one final thrust you felt him unleash inside of you, his face buried in your neck to cover the guttural groan that escaped from him. for several moments afterwards he remained inside of you, the two of you trying desperately to catch your breath. 

when he finally let you go, you practically collapsed into the bed, completely exhausted. you heard him chuckle and felt as he leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss against your temple before settling in next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you close. 

“never forget who you belong to, princesa.” he murmured darkly.

your response was breathless, practically a soft, broken whisper.

“only you, papi.” 

[acknowledge-reigns]

Neon Lights | Jey Uso x Black Reader x Damian Priest | SMUT! 18+

Description: Some Papi Priest + Jeybae content for @lov3rla03 💞

Warnings: Daddy kink, honorifics (Daddy and Papi), teasing, Dom/sub, praise, fingering, spanking, marking, degradation, oral (m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, edging, begging.

My masterlists can be found here.

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @acute-crashout-jeyuso

The neon lights of the club flash across Damian's face as he downs another shot of tequila. Jey is dancing nearby, surrounded by a group of admirers. Fans, NXT ladies, Main roster ladies, they all jumped at the opportunity for a night on the town with these two.

You approach the group, arms crossed and an exasperated expression on your face.

"Damian, Jey, you guys should be in bed. You both have big matches tomorrow."

Damian looks up at you with a mischievous grin, setting his shot glass down. "Aw, come on Y/N. We're just having some fun. The match will be fine."

Jey sways over to you, draping an arm around your shoulders. "Yeah, we got this. Besides, you're here to look out for us."

You roll your eyes but can't help smiling at their antics. "I'm here to make sure you don't get yourselves killed or disqualified. And trust me, you'll need all the rest you can get."

Damian pulls you closer, his hand resting on your hip. "You worry too much, baby. We'll be fine. We always are."

Your job as their manager is not only to ensure their success in the ring, but also to keep them in line outside of it. You handle their schedules, travel arrangements, and deal with any issues that arise.

But the real challenge is managing their personalities and keeping them from getting into trouble. Jey's firey hot headed temper and Damian's playful rockstar playboy nature often require your intervention. Roman had hired you to help out his cousin, and Rhea had quickly suggested Damian do the same for himself.

It's even more complex though because you have a dynamic with both men, where you submit to their dominant personalities in private. They respect you as a professional during the day, but behind closed doors, you're theirs to command. Friends with benefits, who also work together. Coworkers with benefits?

"Alright, fine. But I'm not going to be the one to explain to Rhea or Roman for that matter why you two are hungover and sluggish tomorrow." You say firmly, though your tone softens as Jey nuzzles your neck.

Damian chuckles, his grip on your hip tightening possessively. "You're such a good girl, always looking out for us. But you know we can't resist a little fun."

Jey whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Maybe we should take you back to the hotel and show you how much we appreciate your concern."

Damian nods in agreement, his eyes darkening with desire. "Yeah, we can give you a proper thank you for taking care of us."

You shiver at their words, feeling a familiar heat pool in your core. "You two are impossible. But fine, let's go."

The three of you make your way out of the club, with Jey and Damian flanking you protectively. They can't wait to get you alone and have their way with you.

The uber ride back to the hotel is tense with anticipation. Damian sits in the front seat while Jey keeps his hand on your thigh in the backseat, occasionally squeezing possessively.

Once in the elevator, Damian pushes you against the wall and kisses you deeply, his tongue dominating yours. Jey presses himself against your back, grinding his hardening cock against your ass.

"Mmm, someone's eager," you moan into Damian's mouth as Jey starts kissing and biting your neck.

Damian breaks the kiss, his eyes burning with lust. "We've been thinking about you all night.. Can't wait to have you."

The elevator dings and the doors open to your floor. Jey practically drags you out, with Damian following closely behind.

They practically carry you to your room, their hands roaming your body as they enter. Jey locks the door behind them while Damian pushes you onto the bed.

"Strip," Damian commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Show us what's ours."

"Yes, Papi." You obey, slowly removing your clothes under their hungry gazes. They watch intently as each piece of fabric falls away, their eyes darkening with desire.

Damian smirks and kneels between your legs, spreading them apart. "Already so needy for us. You've missed us that much?."

He runs his fingers through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. "Answer me, baby."

"Yes, I missed you both so much. I've been thinking about this all day." You admit breathlessly, arching your back as he continues to tease you.

Jey moves to sit behind you, his tattooed chest pressed against your back. He wraps his arms around your waist, his hands cupping your breasts.

"Such a good girl," Jey purrs, rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Always so obedient and ready for us. Isn't that right, babygirl?"

"Yes, Daddy.." You hummed.

Damian slides a finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out. "That's it, keep moaning for us. Let us hear how good we make you feel."

He adds another finger, curling them to hit your sweet spot. Jey starts kissing and nibbling on your shoulder, his hands continuing to play with your breasts.

Your moans grow louder as they work you up, your body trembling with pleasure. "Please... I need more."

Damian chuckles darkly. "More? You'll get more, baby. But first, we need to punish you for being so naughty and interrupting our fun earlier."

Jey's grip on you tightens as he whispers in your ear. "You know what happens when you're a bad girl, right?"

Damian pulls his fingers out and slaps your thigh lightly. "You're going to count each spank, princessa."

"One," you gasp as Damian's large hand connects with your ass, leaving a red mark.

"Good girl," he praises, rubbing the spot before delivering another smack.

"Two."

The stinging sensation sends waves of heat through your body, mixing with the ache between your legs. "Three," you whimper, your pussy clenching around nothing.

Jey bites your neck gently. "Look at you, getting all wet from being spanked.."

"Four," Damian's hand coming down harder this time. "

"You're dripping, princessa. You like this, don't you? Being our naughty little slut." He says.

"Yes, Papi. I love it," you admit shamelessly, your voice shaky. "I love being your slut."

Jey grins against your skin. "You're our slut to do whatever we want with. Aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," you nod eagerly. "I'm your toy to use and play with."

Damian grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Damn right you are. And now it's time for us to play with you properly."

He stands up and strips off his clothes, revealing his muscular frame and hard cock. Jey does the same, both men now completely naked and towering over you.

Damian positions himself between your legs, his cock sliding into your wet pussy in one smooth thrust. He starts pounding into you hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Jey moves to your head, gripping your hair and guiding your mouth to his cock. "Suck Daddy's cock while Papi fills you up."

You eagerly take Jey's cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before bobbing your head up and down. Damian's thrusts become more intense, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

"Fuck, she's so tight," Damian groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "You're taking us so well, babygirl."

Jey pushes deeper into your mouth, making you gag slightly. "That's it, choke on Daddy's cock. Show us how much you love being stuffed full."

Damian reaches down to rub your clit, adding to the pleasure. "You're such a good little cockslut, aren't you? Taking both of us at once."

The dual sensations are overwhelming, your body on the verge of orgasm. You moan around Jey's cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath.

"She's close," Jey says, looking at Damian.

Damian slows down his pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. "Not yet, baby. We're not done with you."

Jey pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. They switch positions, Damian taking over your mouth while Jey slides into your pussy.

Jey sets a slower, teasing rhythm, deliberately avoiding your sweet spot. Damian forces his cock deep into your throat, making you gag again.

"You're going to be our good girl and wait for permission to cum," he growls, holding your head in place. "Understand?"

You nod as best as you can with your mouth full, tears forming in your eyes from the relentless stimulation. The men continue their torturous pace, keeping you right on the edge but never letting you fall over.

"Look at her, trying so hard to be patient," Jey chuckles, watching your desperate expression. "She's trembling and shaking, but she's being such good for us."

Damian grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You're so beautiful when you're desperate. Maybe we should keep you like this all night."

The thought of being denied release for hours makes you whimper pathetically. Your pussy clenches around Jey, trying to get more friction.

"She's clenching down on me," Jey says, smirking. "She really wants to cum, doesn't she?"

Damian laughs deeply, the two of them clearly enjoying talking about you as if you're not even there.

"Maybe we should let her cum," Jey suggests, picking up the pace slightly.

"But where's the fun in that?" Damian counters, pulling out of your mouth completely. "I think we should make her beg for it first."

Jey stops moving inside you, holding still. "Beg us, princess. Tell us how badly you need to cum."

You look up at them with pleading eyes, your voice hoarse from being fucked. "Please... please let me cum. I need it so bad. I'll do anything, just please let me cum."

Damian and Jey exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. "Anything?" Damian asks, raising an eyebrow.

You nod frantically. "Yes, anything! I'll be your perfect little slut, just please let me cum!"

Jey grins wickedly. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." He resumes thrusting, this time hitting your g-spot with each stroke.

Damian moves back to your mouth, thrusting in as he watches Jey work you towards your orgasm. "Cum for us, baby. Show us how much you love being our good girl."

Your body finally gives in, the tension snapping as waves of pleasure crash over you. You cry out around Damian's cock, your pussy convulsing around Jey as you cum hard.

The men continue to fuck you through your orgasm, drawing out every last spasm until you're completely spent and limp.

Jey pulls out and quickly strokes himself, shooting his load onto your breasts. Damian follows suit, covering your face with his hot cum.

You lie there, panting and covered in their seed, feeling utterly used and satisfied. They both step back to admire their handiwork.

"Look at the mess we made," Damian says, running a finger through the cum on your face. "You're such a filthy little thing."

Jey leans down to kiss you softly, tasting both himself and Damian on your lips. "Such a good girl for taking all of us."

Damian wipes some of the cum from your face and offers it to you. "Clean yourself up, princessa. We're not done yet."

You weakly open your mouth and suck his finger clean, tasting the salty mixture. They both smile at your obedience.

"That's my girl," Damian praises, stroking your hair. "Such a good girl for Papi and Daddy."

[onlyangel4]

angel's kinktober.

comment to be put on the taglist (i am not doing individual fic tags, it is all or none)

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day 1 - loss of virginity feat jimmy uso

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day 2 - voyeurism feat grayson waller

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day 3 - pet play feat seth rollins. bron breakker.

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day 4 - bondage feat naomi

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day 5 - mirror sex feat rhea ripley

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day 6 - thigh riding feat cody rhodes

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day 7 - toys - alexa bliss

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day 8 - temperature play feat tiffany stratton

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day 9 - mommy kink feat charlotte flair

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day 10 - exhibition feat gunther

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day 11 - overstimulation feat becky lynch

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day 12 - brat taming feat damian priest

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day 13 - threesome feat finn balor. dominik mysterio

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day 14 -phone sex feat roman reigns

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day 15 - cuckholding feat karrion kross. scarlett bordeaux.

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day 16 - sex pollen feat drew mcintyre

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day 17 - collaring feat solo sikoa + mfts

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day 18 - strap on feat stephanie vaquer. damian priest.

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day 19 - size kink feat talla tonga

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day 20 - breast play feat solo sikoa

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day 21 - double penetration feat ludwig kaiser. gunther.

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day 22 - mask kink feat aliester black

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day 23 - primal play feat jacob fatu

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day 24 - body worship feat roman reigns

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day 25 - impact play feat liv morgan

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day 26 - daddy kink feat randy orton

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day 27 - squirting feat la knight

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day 28 - praise kink feat alexa bliss. charlotte flair.

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day 29 - power play feat cm punk.

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day 30 - cockwarming feat drew mcintyre

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day 31 - ownership feat roman reigns