Too Big

Song rec:Candy shop (50 Cent ft. Olivia)

Warnings:MDNI BEYOND THIS POINT. Smut. literally just pure smut if the title didn’t indicate it. Oral (fem giving), gagging, Swearing (Is that really a warning anymore, all my stories have it lmao), SLIGHT VERY SLIGHT use of teeth (not enough to injure), slight Manhandling (But papi can manhandle me anyday), Use of pet names (Papi, mami, mi amor, puta (Slut in spanish))

A/N Note: Hey lovelies! I know I know, I've been gone too long. I think it’s just a thing I do now lol. But its been exactly 17 days since y’all got a masterpiece from me, courtesy of me being fucking clumsy and cutting open my finger, and then practically murdering my own foot. But, here’s your masterpiece for the next…hmmm…million years.

JK, I love all of you. Especially you wifey <3 @bloodlinemadness

Further links: Wishyouloveme (Main blog) Pairing: Luis Berrios Martine Jr. “Damian Priest” x fem! Reader

Further information: Requested, timeline is while he won his belt (Cause lets all be honest, he never should’ve lost it)

TAG TIME: @hannah-h-pleb

@boundbyeclipse

@bloodlinemadness (Ik i already tagged you but shush)

Oh my god.

He had done it.

He had finally fucking done it.

He had been wanting this from day one, and he had finally done it.

He had finally won his first world title, and with barely any help from the judgement day. He has finally done it. You were now married to a world heavyweight champion.

You kind of figured this meant you wouldn’t see him until the wee hours of the morning, no doubt wanting to celebrate even though he’s known it’s coming for the past few weeks, So you easily settle into the pillows of the shared king size bed, that Damian had practically begged you two to get because “he’s big and he needs space.” That wasn’t really a lie on his part, he is big, in more ways than one, and he does need space. But just because he needs it doesn’t mean he gets it. Most of the time he’ll wake up to you curled into his side late at night, because he hadn’t been home in weeks, and you just missed his scent, his body, just…his everything/ Pulling out the book you had been reading from under the pillow, where it had slipped in your utter happiness for the fact of your boyfriend winning the title. Thankfully, you had the sense to bookmark it before launching it. Opening it to the page you had left on, the words fly past your eyes. Usually you loved to read, but tonight the words weren’t sticking like they did. Like they were supposed to. Instead of the words, you were imagining your husband's hands, the way they wrapped around that belt..oh god. You just wanted him home. I mean, yes, it is selfish, but also, you don’t care. But, you don’t want to ruin his night out. So instead, you send him a quick and simple text.

‘Hey handsome. So proud of you tonight! Have fun with the group, call me if you need a ride or anything at all. Love you!’

But, before you could hit send, you hear the front door open, and feel confusion flood your senses. You knew you had locked the doors earlier when making dinner, ‘cause you had music on blast and wouldn’t hear the door. So the only way someone could get in was a key, and the only people who had keys were you, Damian and your parents, and the man himself. Thinking maybe your mom had come over to congratulate Damian, you stand, pulling a hoodie over the sports bra you had on. Don’t wanna flash your mom, even though she’s seen everything already, multiple times over the years.

Making your way down the stairs, you shiver a little at how cold the hardwood floor is. Another thing you have to bring up to your husband at some point, either heated floors or carpet. As you round the last stair, you hear the clinking sound of keys being deposited into the bowl next to the entrance. Your heart speeds up as you round the corner, and your body baulks surprisedly. This was definitely not your mom. “Baby!” Your eyes were wide, definitely not suspecting him to be home already.

He lets out a small chuckle, shrugging off the jacket you had bought him months ago that looked so good on him. “Mi amor” He all but groans out, quickly wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. The sight was downright laughable. This 6 '5 giant hugging what looked like a gnome next to him. You wrap your arms around him, scratching at the back of his neck like you always did. “You did so fucking good today.” You whisper into his ear, planting a small kiss below it. He lets out a small groan, and you feel something bulky against your upper stomach. You break away from the hug slightly, your breath hitching when you realize he’s broughten the belt home with him. You let out a practically silent swear at how fucking good your husband looks right now. Fully black clothing, his hair done up in fresh braids, which he no doubt got done for wrestlemania, the gold belt hanging low on his stomach. He lets out a small chuckle, no doubt taking you in the same way. The smaller shorts that you had thrown on after your shower, the hoodie that looked fresh out of the laundry and somehow like it’s been in the closet for months on end at the same time. He gently swipes his thumb over your hip bone, kissing the edge of your jaw. “You get all dolled up for me?” His voice was low, strained like he was holding back on something.

“No, actually. I thought it was my mom.” You admit with a small laugh, and continue. “I just had the sports bra and shorts on while watching Wrestlemania, which I'm so proud of you for.” You say softly, leaning up and tugging him down softly, kissing him, trying to pour how proud you were of him into the kiss. He responds in earnest, tugging you closer to him, one of his hands going to red on the side of your head, the other trailing down your spine to your ass, resting there.

You kept kissing him, gently bringing a hand up to his braids, which you could tell weren’t as tender as they were when he left. You were still careful running your hands through them though. He lets out a pleasured groan into your mouth, pushing you back against the wall that separated the entrance and the kitchen. He breaks away, exhaling as he kisses all over your face. “I couldn’t have done it without my amazing wife behind me through every step.” He said, his voice going slightly emotional. You gently caress the side of his face, practically tearing up yourself. “I didn’t do anything. I just believed in what was already there.” His face changes a little, and then he’s kissing you again. A fast, hurried kiss, like he couldn’t get enough of you fast enough. His hands go up to the hoodie, and he breaks the kiss long enough to tug it off of you. You barely hear it hit the ground before he's picking you up, not giving you time to speak as he goes up the stairs into the shared room. He pauses, his eyes flicking with an emotion you don’t have time to place, before he moves the book, putting you on the bed. “You bookmarked this?” He asks, and at the nod of your head, he throws it somewhere random, pushing you back onto the bed as he gets onto it. He starts to take off the belt, but pauses as your hand goes on top of one of his much larger ones. “Leave it on” You urge softly, sitting up to help him get off his shirt, your body practically convulsing at the sight of his chest. “Fuck am I lucky.” You said quietly, running your hands over the panes of his chest, over the tattoo’s there. His breath had already escaped him at you wanting him to keep the belt on, but he let out a groan when your hands felt along his chest. He stares down at you, taking everything about you in, before he leans down, tugging your hair back and kissing down your jaw. “Get on the ground, on your knees.’ He says, his tone leaving nothing to be questioned. You smirk slightly, and take your bra off slowly. Hands slowly go back, brushing along your back as you undo the hooks, gradually making it looser until they pop from the last ringlets, and you slowly slide your hands back to the front, snapping the straps teasingly before pulling it off fully. Heeding the demand, you slowly slip onto the floor, backing up a little before she drops onto her knees, letting out an exhale at the coldness of the hardwood floor. He pauses at the exhale, and he raises an eyebrow. “Either we need to get you a physiotherapist, or different floors.” He comments, undoing his jeans. He comes over, lifting your head. You swallow as you look up at the perfect man in front of you.Your mouth opens at a gentle nudge from his thumb, and he steps back, pushing his boxers down. You knew he was big, but he doesn’t fail to surprise you every single time. You feel your back straighten as he comes closer, but your mouth stays open.You knew what he expected.

He slips his dick into your mouth with little to no friction, and he lets out a small groan. “Fuck princesa” He groans out, feeling the warmth envelop him like a welcoming blanket. “Thats right Mi amor, let the champion fuck this pretty mouth, hm?” He cooes out, running a hand over your hair that felt oh so soft. He pushes further into you, relishing in the small gag he hears come from your mouth, god he loves that. You moan around him, feeling his hand in your hair, and your hips flinch against the floor, the shorts suddenly feeling too tight on your hips. You gag slightly, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed at the taste of him, feeling a larger vein go across your tongue. You exhale through your nose as he pulls back slightly, and you swallow around him, your hand’s coming up to rest on his thighs. “Fuck I love you, perfect little Puta” He groans out, his hands fisting your hair as he pushes back further. You gag harder when he hits the back of your throat, and your eyes shoot open as you feel something warm and salty hit your back tastebuds. “Fuck baby, c’mon, swallow.” God you were so proud of this man. And god you loved how big his dick was, and how he knew exactly to make you fold.

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smut request wwe damian priest Damian Priest x reader Damien Priest x Fem! reader

The way of his frustration 👀18+

song rec: Feel you- faaruka

Warnings: HEAVY ASS FUCKING SMUT. MINORS DNI. swearing, Solo Sikoa (had to write him as a warning cuz tbh he ain't my fav rn), pet names, mentions of violence.

A/N note: I'm so sorry I've gone off the radar, but I'm back now! this isn't a story for minors, so pls get off my page if you are a minor. XOXO

Pairing: Solo Sikoa (Joseph Yokozuna Fatu) x Fem! reader

tags: @harmshake ❤️ @wrestlingprincess80 💗 @whatdoeseverybodywant 🩵

You knew almost automatically when you heard Roman's entrance music, your husband was going to come home fucking pissed.

Late on Saturday night, you we're watching summer Slam on the wide screen in the basement, wanting to see your man in action, and fuck was he looking good. maybe the bleached hair was growing on you...

You weren't aware of the script, not knowing Roman was going to come back and screw Solo out of the championship.

Swearing to yourself, you quickly make your way down to the basement. Once again, you were about to be late to watch the main event of summer Slam, except this time, it was your husband.

Sitting on the reclining chairs, you turned the TV on, tuning into the first fifteen minutes of his match, and already found yourself getting hot. The way he was throwing Cody around reminded you of the way he could pick you up and throw you.

You watched the match almost to the entirety, zoning out part of the time from thinking of your husband, you snapped out of your dazed moment when you heard the familiar entrance music.

"oh fuck."

With your eyes wide, you sit forward, watching the t.v with wide eyes, certain you hadn't gotten told about the script change.

After Solo's match, you found yourself needing to do other things, to calm yourself down, sexually and non. Your man had looked so fucking good, but you were so fucking pissed about how he hadn't gotten a fair chance at the title.

Closer to Monday he was finally on his way home, and you were so fucking excited.

You were sitting on the couch when you heard the front door open, and felt your heart stutter. Not because you were nervous, but because you could literally feel the tension and anger that rolled off of him in waves.

"hey baby" He groaned out, dropping his bags, and making his way over.

You bit your lip at the sound of his voice, rubbing your thighs together as he made his way over, leaning up to kiss him, your hands going to his hair.

"mm well that's a nice welcome home" He chuckled deeply, his hand going to your chin as he kissed you back.

"you want dinner?" You ask after the heated kiss, watching him, although if he says yes, you might just jump on him anyways.

"hm that depends, are you my dinner?" He smirks to you, lifting you up by your thighs, pulling you close.

You laugh at the sudden movement and the implication of his words, before you hum quietly "well I'm making quesadilla's, but I could be your dinner if you need"

He kisses you, slowly making his way to the bedroom, moving a little slower due to the match on saturday.

He pulls away to throw you onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as he watches you with dark eyes.

You scurry up to the headboard, pulling off your shirt and your breath hitches as you saw his chest. "my beautiful man" you whisper softly, tugging him closer by the waistband on his pants.

"All you mama's" He groans out, kissing you again, taking his pants off quickly, needing to be inside of you as fucking quickly as he could be.

Tugging your pants off, you threw them to the side, not caring about where they landed.

You pulled away from the kiss to run your hand through the buzz cut, and your breath hitches as you look into his eyes. "my fucking tribal chief" you whisper to him. His eyes darken a considerable amount and he grabs your hips, flipping you over, ignoring the tiny squeak of surprise that had come from your throat.

"I'll buy a new pair" You were entirely confused at what he meant, until you felt your underwear get literally torn down the middle. "You rip my bra, i will kill you" You warn, your breath hitching when you felt a warm tounge press against your clit. He chuckles, the vibrations dancing off his tounge onto your clit, making you whine quietly. "Solo" you whine out, backing up more. "I'm gonna eat this fuckin' pussy like a starvin' man" was your only warning before you felt his tounge enter you, making you gasp and your eyes roll back, holding onto the pillow.

He smirks from behind you, pushing a hand up and cupping your breast, licking your clit, before plunging his tounge into you again, starting to eat you out. You moan out, throwing your head down against the pillow, moaning into it. He gently nips at your clit, making you gasp and whimper, slowly becoming a writhing mess under him.

"that's my girl, c'mon" He growls into your pussy, bringing a hand back to smack your ass, making you whimper as you close your eyes. "C'mon baby, don't you wanna make me feel better? cum for me" He growls to you, continuing to eat you out. He did this thing with his tounge where he quickly flicks it up and down, and it made you see stars. "Oh shit, fuck, solo-" You moan out, grinding your hips back against his face.

With a sudden groan, he pulled back, flipping you over again as he leans down, kissing you. You moan at the taste of him and you, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling the material of his boxers. He chuckles, hearing your whine about him having his boxers on still "breathe, mama's" He hums, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, and down your arm, before kissing the side of your stomach, his fingers tracing circles into your bra cup "should I take this off?" He teases, pressing a kiss to the cup.

"please" You whine impatiently, thrusting your hips against his clothed hardness.

He bites his lip as he leans back, grabbing her bra and slowly moving around to the back of it, unclipping it and pulling it off, groaning at the sight of your tits. "shit baby." You blush, whining needily as he leans down, licking and nipping at your right nipple. He chuckles, and massages the other one, going up and kissing you. "you want my dick mama's?" You nod roughly, whining and tugging at the roots of his hair, before you try to use your foot to push down his boxers.

He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching down and un tangling your legs around his waist, before getting off the bed and taking off his boxers.

Your breath hitched at the sheer size of him, 8 inches fully rock hard, precum on the tip that you almost outwardly moaned out, missing him. almost drooling at the beautiful brown color of his dick.

He gets back onto the bed, leaning down to kiss you as he pushes his hand down your body, feeling at your pussy. "shit baby, your wet as fuck." He groans into your mouth, before he sits back, disconnecting the kiss as he leans back on his heels. He grabs your ankles, before slowly pulling you closer, wrapping your legs around his hips. "you ready, Angel?" You nod, watching as he slowly kisses your stomach, hissing at the stretch when he slowly pushes in, whining quietly. "shit no matter how much we do this, you're always so fuckin' tight." He hisses through his teeth at the feeling of you clenching around him, his hips stuttering before he fully pushed into you. You moan out, tightening your legs around him "shit, baby" You moan, leaning up to kiss him, trailing your nails up his back.

He kisses you back, grabbing at your hair, and slowly pushing you back down, starting to move his hips slowly, moaning at how good you felt "fuck Mama's"

You tighten around him, instantly cumming at the feeling of him "holy f-fuck" you whimper out, your nails digging into his back.

He smirks and picks up his pace, leaning down by your ear as he grunts and swears "who's your tribal chief, hm?" He groans into you ear, gasping as he keeps thrusting. "f-fuck you are!" The minute he heard that he pushes deeper into you, cumming. You moan out, your muscles starting to strain, exhaling softly when he collapsed onto you, but freezing as you smelt something burning. "whats that?" he asks quietly, not even lifting his head. "oh fuck...the quesadilla's!"

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smut wwe Summerslam wwe smut solo sikoa Solo Sikoa x reader solo sikoa x female reader solo sikoa x you

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wishyouloveme

1 year ago

I NEED A RLLY WHOLESOME C JACK X GENDER NUTURAL READER WHERE LIKE AFTER THE WHOLE DOOMSDAY THING HAPPENED JACK SAW READER SAT WITH ALL THE SWORD AND BURN SCARS ON THEIR BACK ON SHOW?? AND HE COMFORTS THEM ABOUT IT?? COULD IT ALSO BE LIKE THE ROBOT JACK AU WHERE HE HAS A ROBOTIC ARM???

im sorry it’s so long I need this rnnnn 💜💜💜💜💜

which fandom is this?? im so so sorry im so stupid, which fandom??

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wishyouloveme

5 months ago

in response to you: like a short fic pleaseeeee

okay babes!!! ALSO, is it me or you writing the next chapter for OISIDS?

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grizzy x reader once it started it didn't stop

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wishyouloveme

1 year ago