#papi priest

with. damian priest

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You sat in the garden tub, leaning your head back against the edge. One arm hung lazily over the side as Spotless Mind by Jhené Aiko drifted from your phone, your eyes were halfway closed when a gentle knock tapped at the door. You barely registered the knock at first, like he didn’t really want to disturb you. Then came his voice.

“Hey, baby,” Damian said through the cracked door. “Don’t mean to bother you.”

You turned your head lazily, stretching until your spine popped before you sat up a little. “It’s okay… what’s up?”

“We’ll talk when you get out,” he said, and closed the door without waiting for your response.

By the time you got out of the tub, the comfort was gone. You were drying off faster than usual, skipping your normal routine. Lotion half rubbed in and your robe still on the floor. When you walked out, you saw him sitting on the bed with your iPad in his lap. At first, you didn’t think much of it. You barely used it for anything important just for some shopping, games, even reading…

Then it hit you. Tumblr.

Your stomach dropped.

“So,” you said, hoarsely. “You… needed to talk to me?”

Damian looked up for the first time since you walked in, your iPad still open in his lap. When you saw the screen, it was all of your likes and a few of your reblogs of fanfics.

You opened your mouth to explain, to apologize, to do something, but Damian cut you off with a quiet, “Shhh.”

Then, in his slow, deep voice, he read.

“‘Focus on me, baby,’ he says as he pushes in. But it feels so good, you moan and pant—”

Your face burned. You tried to cover your ears.

“No,” Damian said firmly. “You’re gonna listen.”

Then, he ordered for you to sit between his legs. He used one hand to softly part your thighs as his other hand scrolled through the fanfic.

“You’re such a dirty girl. You get off to this shit?”

You didn’t respond. All of the blood was completely drained from your face. “You’re gonna show me exactly how you touch yourself, but you’re going to do it the way I say. Understood?”

You simply nodded.

“Take your hand and touch your clit, baby.” His deep voice was so close to your ear that your body trembled. “Slowly.”

Your hips rose and you instantly gasped the very moment your fingertips rubbed gently against your clit. You spread your thighs further, leaning back against Damian’s chest.

“Just like that,” He groaned under his breath, watching you closely.

You mewled, breath hitching as his voice guided you. It felt so fucking good, but you couldn’t decide what was making you unravel faster… maybe his voice or how soaked you were getting with each lazy swirl of your slippery fingertips.

He kept switching between reading the fanfic and watching you. You whimpered at the filthy images flooding your mind as Damian kept reading, “Even as you come down, he keeps fucking you. He kisses along your jaw, cheeks, and eyelids as you ride out your high.” He pauses to press slow kisses to your neck and jaw.

“Damian,” you purred, almost pleading.

“Think about how I’d fuck you… how I’d watch you fall apart for me—” He trailed off, watching as your fingers were struggling to hold a rhythm.

He kept reading even as his hand slid down to meet yours, circling your aching clit. His fingers slowing you down or maybe just pushing you closer to your impending finish. “Keep going,” He urges as your hips rolled against both your touches.

“Are you cumming for me, hermosa?”

His hand pulled away just as your hips bucked up to chase it, a cracked moan spilling from your throat. “Please,” you whimpered.

“You wanna cum?”

Your hips kept moving, grinding down into your palm. He steadied your trembling frame, his chest firm against your back. You nodded.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, hand returning to your clit. He talked you through it, whispering praises, how to breathe, how to let go.

“There you go,” he praised, enamored at the sight of your slick trailing faintly along the inside of your thigh. “Look at you, baby. You made a mess, princesa. That sweet little pussy needed it, huh?”

He kissed the side of your face as you came down, his hand still there gently petting over your swollen clit.

i had to take screenshots of the request cause it wouldn’t let me work on it 😭 anyway i hope you like it 🩷

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️insecure reader, angst, fluff, soft damian‼️

NOTHING COMPARES

you knew what you were getting into when you started dating damian priest.

he was charming, confident, and a literal superstar. everywhere he went, people admired him. fans, wrestlers, interviewers, women. especially women. he was surrounded by them constantly - gorgeous, toned, powerful female wrestlers who could easily match his energy. they were strong, confident, and comfortable in the spotlight - something you were not - they understood his world in a way that you never could.

and tonight, that bitter insecurity was eating you alive.

you were curled up in the hotel bed, clutching a pillow as you stared at your phone screen. damian’s tag team match was playing live and your stomach twisted the moment you saw who he was paired with : liv morgan.

she was everything you weren’t. blonde, fit, talented, absolutely beautiful. she was fun and outgoing, the kind of person who could instantly click with anyone - a big contrast to your shy and silent personality. liv and damian had always been close and you had told yourself that it didn’t bother you.

but watching them now? it did bother you.

they worked perfectly together, feeding off each other’s energy. even the audience started to like their team and you couldn’t help but feel jealous. they looked good together, moving in sync like they had been tag partners for years. you tried to remind yourself that it was just work, but when they won the match and liv threw herself into damian’s arms something snapped inside of you.

he caught her easily, laughing as he spun her around like they’ve been doing that for years.

the crowd loved it. the commentators ate it up. and you? you felt like you were going to be sick.

liv clung to him, her hands touching his naked and sweaty chest from lingering on his arms, pressing against his side like she belonged there. you knew she was single. you also knew she was flirty and you knew that she was well aware of how admired and wanted she was by every single man inside the arena. and damian - he was friendly, funny, kind, someone who didn’t push people away so he didn’t push her away.

you shut off your phone, threw it somewhere distant in the room and turned onto your side, squeezing your eyes shut. your chest felt tight, your face hot with frustration.

it wasn’t fair. you knew damian loved you, but that didn’t mean you liked seeing another woman throw herself at him in front of thousands of people. it didn’t mean you liked how easily she fit into his world and you didn’t, how much better she looked by his side than you ever would.

you wiped at your eyes, only to feel fresh tears spill over.

you hated feeling like this.

you’ve spent years trying to fight your insecurities. you’ve spent years convincing yourself that you were worthy of someone like damian. someone special like him when you were just so ordinary. you’ve spent years asking yourself why he chose you when he could have easily had someone prettier, someone like him.

when the hotel door clicked open, you held your breath and stayed still, pretending to be asleep. you didn’t want to talk about it. you didn’t want to hear him say it was nothing, that you were overreacting - you’ve heard that before, basically all your life - people denying your insecurities so much that you ended up pretending they never existed.

the room was silent for a moment but then you heard damian’s footsteps. they were slow, careful. he was trying not to wake you. you heard him quickly change from his work clothes to something comfier and cozier. he tried to be as silent as possible, thinking you were sleeping - but he knew better.

the bed dipped as he sat down beside you, his fingers brushing over your shoulder.

“baby…” he murmured, voice soft.

you stayed quiet.

he shifted, leaning down “i know you’re awake.”

you swallowed hard, trying to keep your breathing steady. maybe if you didn’t move, he would let it go.

but then his hand slid down your arm, fingers gentle as he tugged at the blanket. “what’s wrong?”

you shook your head “nothing, i’m just tired.”

“mi amor…” his voice was even softer now, like he already knew what was going on. in those past years he got to know you and he already knew that you were lying to him. he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple “talk to me.”

you clenched your jaw. you didn’t want to talk. you didn’t want to be the insecure girlfriend who got jealous over something that probably meant nothing.

but damian wasn’t stupid.

he sighed, moving so he was lying beside you, his chest pressed against your back. his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“was it the match?” he asked as if he already knew.

you stiffened.

he exhaled, his breath warm against your skin “mami…” he murmured, his voice tinged with guilt “you know i only love you, right?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat. you knew “i know.”

“then why are you upset?”

you hesitated, your fingers gripping the pillow tighter “because…” your voice cracked “because she looks better next to you than i do.”

you couldn’t help but feel that way.

his entire body tensed.

“what?” his voice was soft but full of confusion.

you felt humiliated saying it out loud. you should have kept your mouth shut.

“she’s-…” you took a shaky breath “she’s beautiful. she’s fit. she’s a wrestler and she belongs in your world, damian. and i don’t”

his grip on you tightened instantly.

“mi amor, don’t say that…” he shifted so you were on your back, his face hovering over yours. there was a frown on his lips, his dark eyes scanning your face like he was searching for something.

you looked away “it’s true.”

“no, it’s not” he said firmly “it’s the biggest fucking lie i’ve ever heard.”

you bit your lip, but he wasn’t letting this go. he cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping away the lingering dampness from your earlier tears.

“you do belong in my world” he softly said “you are my world.”

you let out a shaky breath.

he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, slow and lingering. his hand trailed down, resting over your heart “you don’t see yourself the way i do and that hurts me…” he whispered “but you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. no one - no one - compares to you.”

you wanted to believe him.

he pressed another kiss against your lips, his fingers trailing along your jaw “you’re mine…” he murmured, voice rough with emotion “and i’m yours. no one else.”

a small, broken sound slipped out of you before you could stop it. damian caught it instantly, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you so tightly it almost hurt - but you didn’t care. you clung to him, burying your face against his neck as the last of your insecurities melted into quiet sniffles.

he ran his fingers through your hair, murmuring soft reassurances against your skin.

“i would never trade what we have for anything…”he whispered. “not for liv. not for anyone.”

you nodded against him, your body finally relaxing.

you knew your insecurities wouldn’t disappear overnight. you would still have moments where doubt crept in, where you felt like you weren’t enough.

but damian - he would always be there, holding you through them. reminding you that, to him, you were everything.

“te amo…” he softly whispered against your neck as you laid on his chest “nothing compares to you mi amor, i love you so much mami” - and in that moment you believed him.

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I'm just saying......God took his time 🥵🥵

Characters🐍 : Blaze Silva x Damian Priest

Warning: Language, fluff & a little smut

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: Papi being on Fridays has really thrown off my writing schedule and a whole completed chapter slipped through the cracks. My bad girlies.

Previous Chapter

There was something about seeing Blaze interacting with her family that somehow made her more attractive. Luis never saw himself as one to get married but Blaze had changed everything. “Hey big guy. What’s on your mind?” Blaze smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You have no idea how much you’ve changed the trajectory of my life. I never thought I’d get married but when I look at you…I want to be your husband in the worst way. I want that to be us in 20 years.” he smiled as he pointed to her parents dancing to the music on the patio. “May I have this dance, mi amor?” Blaze smiled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him outside. 

“Should we tell them that you proposed? I’m sure Benito the Seer already knows tho.” Blaze giggled as they swayed to the music. “I can do it again.” he smiled as he pulled Batholomew from her finger. She gasped in fake shock. He cleared his throat as he lowered himself down onto one knee. “Blaze Silva…since the day we met you’ve brought nothing but chaos into my life. And I couldn’t be happier. Mi vida, will you make me the happiest man on Earth by being my wife?” he smiled up at her. He placed the silver ring on his pinky before revealing a black velvet box in his massive hand. He opened it to reveal a salt & pepper kite cut diamond set in white gold with smaller diamonds surrounding it. “Oh my god.” She gasped, it was perfect. “You already know the answer is yes. Doesn’t matter if it’s a bat or this.” she smiled as she extended her hand to him. He slid the new ring onto Blaze’s finger. She pulled him up and into a kiss. Inacio was the first to come and see his daughter’s official engagement ring. “Is it good enough?” Luis laughed. “It’s perfect.” Blaze smiled, her father and brother nodded in agreement. “So…Puerto Rican wedding.” Benito teased. “And Brazilian honeymoon? After Royal Rumble of course because I’m trynna go to Carnaval.” Luis added.

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