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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭- 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut. 18+!!!!!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Mona and Damian's wedding night!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1882

Requested by: @moonwolfdemonprincess21

Tired. That was the only word Mona could use to describe how she was feeling after her beautiful wedding. Luckily, Damian had booked a hotel not too far away from the venue. Damian pulled the car up to the fancy hotel- their pit stop for three days until they leave for their real honeymoon. While the valet could’ve taken their car, Damian decided to just do it on his own. He pulled up into an empty spot, turning the car off and turning over to look at Mona. “I love you, wife.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss her. His soft lips were the only thing giving her energy at the moment, but she knew she had something nice planned for Damian. “I love you, husband,” Mona replied, watching as he got out of the car. She followed, helping him grab the bags from the trunk. It was funny because they were both still in their wedding attire, but they both seemed to not even care.

After bringing the bags in and officially checking in, they were finally on their way to the room. Damian unlocked the door with his key card and held it open for Mona. “Don’t worry about the bags, I’ll get them.” He said. Mona nodded, finding it perfect timing for her to slip away. The room was beautiful and huge. Her eyes were roaming the room and with every turn, it felt like she stumbled across something new and exciting. Before letting it get to her, she quickly found the bathroom and walked in, locking the door behind her. Wow, even the bathroom was huge.

Mona’s lack of energy was somehow gone as the anticipation started getting to her. See, Damian didn’t know, but Mona had on sexy, lacy lingerie. She snaked her hands to the back of her dress, unhooking the top. There was a little struggle, but Mona made sure she could do it on her own. She had taken time to practice unhooking and getting out of the dress on her own because she wanted this moment to be surprising and perfect. As she was undressing, she could hear Damian plop himself onto the bed. He was finally done bringing the bags in. “Everything good, Amor?” Damian called.

“Yeah, just a little tired and trying to get undressed and comfy,” Mona replied.

Little did Damian know; she wasn’t tired anymore and the thoughts of what was to happen soon really made her thrilled. Mona and Damian haven’t had sex yet. While they both weren’t virgins, they both made a pact to wait for the intimate moments until after marriage and Mona couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted to let her husband see her whole body. Mona dropped her white dress to the floor, not worrying about picking it up anytime soon. She looked at herself in the mirror, taking a deep breath and adjusting the lingerie to her liking. She was ready.

She opened the bathroom door slowly, “Damian, I think it’s time to hit the bed.” She smirked.

Damian’s jaw dropped. “I-I agree,” He said, swallowing. He took a deep breath while his eyes examined every inch of Mona’s body.

Mona blushed, walking over to Damian, and letting the bathroom door shut itself. She licked her lips, climbing on top of Damian who was laying on the bed with his head against the headboard. She squeezed her thighs against him, placing one hand on his chest. The other hand was playing with the buttons of his shirt. She pouted, slowly starting to grind her hips against him. “I think I really do need you.” Mona teased, leaning down and pressing a sloppy kiss against his lips. Damian brought his hands up to her, letting them roam freely around her back before eventually falling to her ass. He squeezed it, pressing his hips up against her. Mona’s heartbeat felt like it was coming from her clit, as she could feel Damian’s cock harden. She deepened the kiss, swirling her tongue around his mouth before taking his lip into her mouth. She tugged, causing him to groan out in pleasure. Damian was letting Mona be in control for a little while, which was a shocker for mona; She always imagined that he’d be the dominant one, but she was enjoying it. She was teasing him and feeling him grow underneath her drove her wild.

She brought her lips to his neck, leaving small puddles along it. Her other hands worked on the buttons of his shirt, trying to be gentle and not rip it off him. Damon laid back and groaned at the sight of Mona trying to undress him. He was so antsy about the layers of clothes that separated their two bodies from really touching. He desperately wanted them off. So, he flipped them over on the bed, catching mona off guard. He was regaining his dominance and Mona could feel the wet puddle in her underwear overflow. Damian ripped his shirt off, the buttons flying off his shirt and onto the floor. He dropped the shirt to the floor before bringing one hand to Mona’s stomach. He traced his fingertips up and down, getting closer to her soaked clit before stopping. “You’ve got me crazy.” He said, biting down at his bottom lip. Mona propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at his pants. They looked tight and she got a clear view of his cock. He undid his belt buckle and unbuttoned his pants faster than she had ever seen him move. He was eager and the thought of him being aroused over her made her feel like a goddess.

He slowly started lowering his pants, eventually dropping them to the floor. Now, he was only in his underwear. Mona could see the wet stain from his precum already. She licked her lips, looking up at her with desperate eyes. He leaned over her, his lips coming to hover over her ear. “I want to make this last,” He whispered. “I want to taste every bit of you and I want to feel every inch of you.” He said, nibbling on your ear while his one free hand found its way to your boob. He scooped it out from the lingerie, “You look so good in this lingerie, Mona.” He whispered. “Which is why I’m going to leave it on you.” He let out a deep chuckle. Mona felt more heat rush to her cheeks. Mona dropped her elbows, her body falling onto the soft bed. Damian pressed soft kisses against her chest until he met her boob, pressing soft kisses in circles around her nipple. He looked up at her while he did it, making sure she knew he was now in charge.

He opened his mouth slightly, taking her nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it. Mona moaned out, arching her back out of reaction. He groaned against her nipple, sending vibrations into it. Mona couldn’t hold back her moans and he wasn’t even inside of her yet.

“You like that?” He smirked.

His other hand pursued her clit. He touched it from the outside of her wet lingerie before sliding it inside of it. He massaged circles into her clit. “So wet for me.” He mumbled against her boob before continuing to suck on her nipple. His hand worked her clit while his tongue swirled around her nipple. Mona was in ultimate pleasure. She felt his hand slip down near her entrance, sliding inside of her. “Damian” She moaned out, letting out breaths. Damian thrust his finger inside and out of her at a constant pace before speeding up. Mona’s toes curled before feeling him abruptly stop. She whimpered, wondering why he stopped. “Damian please.” She begged. Damian sat up, bringing his fingers to his mouth, and sucking on them. He sucked his fingers clean, tasting her sweet waters.

“So good, Bebe.” He smiled before standing up, dropping his underwear to the floor. His cock shot up, slapping onto his stomach. Mona was in shock. Her past lovers were nothing compared to Damian. She felt guilty for comparing, but she knew that Damian was the best she would ever have. She had to prepare herself. “I can’t wait anymore, Amor. I need you.” He pleaded, his hand stroking his cock as he walked closer to her. He pulled her body toward the edge of the bed, sliding the fabric of the lingerie that was covering her pussy to the side. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet clit. It slid around her fold and the juices from his precum, and her wetness melted together. “Papi, please” Mona moaned, desperate to feel him inside of her.

Damian was having fun watching her beg, but he was caving under pressure. He wanted to please both of them, and he was ready. He lined himself up at her entrance, slowly starting to dive in. Mona couldn’t help herself; her moans were escaping her body. Even if she tried to stay quiet, she couldn’t. Damian was halfway inside of her and already he was feeling immense pleasure. She was so tightly wrapped around him, driving him insane. He finally got his full length into her. Well, what she could take.

Damian leaned down into mona, thrusting slowly inside of her. “You fit around me so good.” He moaned out, his stroking being consistent. Mona adjusted to his length, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Faster, papi, please,” She moaned out, impatient for him to ram into her. She unhooked her arms from around him, allowing him to adjust himself. He grabbed onto her hips, using them to help him ram into her. He thrust his hips fast and hard, making sure that she was getting the ultimate satisfaction from him. Mona gripped onto her sheets. She was sure whoever was next door in the hotel was hearing her every whimper. The rooms were big, but Mona was loud. Mona's boobs slapped against her as her body was jerking back and forth. Damian was hitting every spot that needed to be hit, something she had never experienced before.

“Fuck, baby.” He moaned.

His thrusts started getting sloppy. Mona clenched herself tighter around him, her walls squeezing against his cock. It caused Damian to moan louder, something she enjoyed hearing; it was pure bliss. “I'm going to finish,” Mona whined. She was trying to hold back, but when someone is fucking you so good it's harder than it seems. She couldn’t believe that Damian was really all hers for life. The mixed adrenaline from him fucking you senseless to the mere thought of how big he was is enough to make her finish without expecting it. Damian watched as the cream from her climax started dripping out of her while he still fucked her. At this point, Mona felt euphoria.

Damian thrust one final time before pulling out and finishing on top of her pussy. He watched as her clit throbbed, both of their juices combining with each other. “Fuck,” He moaned before plopping beside her on the bed. “Well worth the wait.” He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “We aren’t done for the night, though.” Mona winked, “After I recover from this first round though.” She laughed…

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chloewatcheswrestling · 8 months

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Wrestling Love Letters

Fireflies in the Dark: A Tribute to Bray Wyatt

I wasn’t going to write today.

But then we lost Bray.

There are some performers who transcend the ring and become more than just athletes. Bray’s mystique and captivating storytelling, undoubtedly made him one of those figures. His unexpected passing has left our community mourning the loss of one of our great wrestling minds who managed to weave enchanting narratives that gripped wrestling fans worldwide.

Bray used the canvas like a true artist, painting his stories with the strokes of a genius. He was the cult leader I would have followed willingly, especially during an "era of lies" where authenticity seemed scarce. In moments when watching WWE grew challenging, his segments became my refuge – a place to immerse myself and search for hidden gems within his narrative. The most recent version of Bray walked down that ramp every week and relayed the same message, and yet, we were still right there, in the palm of his hands. This wasn't just charisma; it was a connection that few could forge. He was an inspiration to anyone who has lost their way, a guiding light amidst the darkness.

Many likened him to the Undertaker but, for me, he was this generations Mick Foley. A man of many faces, he was a unique fusion of wrestling brilliance and raw charisma. The juxtaposition of his eerie presence with a touch of humanity made him a character like few others. My favourite Bray, Firefly Funhouse Bray, was Mr. Rogers-esque, a blend of warmth and macabre that shouldn't have worked, but did – brilliantly.

The night he won the WWE Championship at Elimination Chamber (2017) is etched into my memory – a moment of triumph that stood as a testament to his talent and dedication. I can vividly recall the chills that ran down my spine as I witnessed The Fiend's debut at Summerslam (2019). The classic horror ambiance he effortlessly created became a hallmark of his performances. The Firefly Funhouse match vs John Cena (Wrestlemania 36, 2020) remains one of my favourites. It wasn't for everyone, but for those who understood its depth, it was a masterpiece. It was a match that came at a time where the world was shut down and we needed an escape from reality. Bray knew his audience – those loyal viewers who craved acknowledgment, who searched for Easter eggs and subtle nods (along with some not-so-subtle winks to camera, talking directly to his fans). Bray Wyatt dared to be bold. In a time when creativity often felt stifled, he fearlessly injected his character with veiled jabs at WWE creative. The Vince McMahon puppet with little devil horns was a testament to his audacity. He thrived on speculation and anticipation, drawing fans into conversations about the identities of the wrestlers behind the puppets and the possibility of a Wyatt Six faction. Bray was more than a performer; he was an architect of engagement.

Beyond his character, Windham was a person who was loved and respected. To his father Mike, his brother Bo, his wife Jojo, and to his children, my heart goes out. The Wyatt family, both the on-screen and off-screen versions, has suffered profound losses with the passing of Brodie and now Bray.

As I watched the tribute videos and teary messages this morning, I stumbled upon his return speech following Extreme Rules and the words he left us with, "This is a version of me that I’ve never got to introduce to you guys before, this is just me… being me, genuine me, for the first time." Those words echo a sentiment many can relate to – the search for authenticity in a world that often demands conformity.

To Bray, thank you for the stories, the captivating moments, the suspense, the pops, your unapologetic creativity and your beautiful mind and thank you, for being you. You always mattered to us and as the fireflies fade off screen, your legacy will continue to shine brightly in the hearts of your fans worldwide.

With pins, submissions, and some tears,

Chloe xoxo

25.08.2023

“...I was in a time of need, and I lost people that were close to me, and I lost my self-confidence and I felt weak and I felt vulnerable. And in this weakest state I found your words Bray, I found your words…”

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