#el phantasmo smut

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AEW/ NJPW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

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Wrestlers Mentioned: El Phantasmo, Drilla Moloney, Clark Connors, PAC, Jon Moxley

(Mentions of abortion)

El Phantasmo

It was no secret Riley had been going through a touch time. He was depressed, he felt alone. All his friends had moved on from New Japan yet he coudn't get himself to leave the place he called home for so many years. When you found out you were pregnant you were shocked. You didn't think it would happen so soon. Sure you and Riley talked about wanting to start a family but now that you were pregnant you started to have second thoughts. When you told Riley you were pregnant he was over the moon. It was like he was relieved. His mood was instanly changed. He was instantly out of his depressive state. RIley was so exited to be a dad, he was contanly buying things for the new baby and woudn't leave your side. He was so supportive and encouraging during your whole pregnancy. There was nothing he woudn't do. The two of you ended up having a son and he and Riley instantly became best friends. It was almost like your son saved Riley.

Drilla Moloney

You were terrified when you found out you were pregnant. You and Dan where nothing more than friends that sometimes slept together. You didn't want to tell him about the pregnancy, in fact you didn't even want to keep the baby. Your friends convinced you to at least tell Dan about the baby before making any decisions. When you told him about the baby he was mortified. He was in no state to have a child. Dan was supportive during the process, he went with you all your appotiments and was understanding when you told him you didn't want to go through with the pregnancy. At the end of the day your relationship grew closer due to all of it.

Clark Connors

When you found out you were pregnant you knew it was more than likley you would have to do it on your own. Clark was terrfied when he found out he was going to be a father. All he did was party and do drugs, simular to what you did. He saw how easy it was for you to get your act together and get clean after finding out you were pregnant but knew he wouldn't be able to follow suit. For the majority of your pregnancy you were alone. It was hard, it was depressing. You didn't know how you would be able to raise a daughter on your own, especially in this economy. You called Clark dozens of times but it was no worth it. Two weeks before you have birth to your daughter Madaline, Clark showed up at your front door in tears. His hands were filled with gifts as he begged for foegiveness. He explained how he checked himself into a rehab and got sober. He admited to being a jerk and was genuinely sorry. He wanted to be apart of you and your daughters life. Clark would end up being a great dad. He spoiled your daughter and would play dress up with her. In fact he was such a good Dad you would end up having 3 more kids together.

PAC

Pac and his son were best friends. It was like you cloned your husband. Your son Wyatt was a absolute menance, he was a little bastard like his father. I just know Pac and his son would get up into trouble. The two of them were in a constant prank war to see who could scare you the most. He would teach Wyatt how to hunt, fish, fight and more than likley some illegal things aswell. When you told Pac you were first pregant the look on his face told you he was planning on knocking you up. You wondered if he replaced your birth control for sugar pills. I feel like Pac would be obsessed with your pregnant body, he loved the way your skin glowed and body changed. He wanted to keep you pregnant all the time.

Jon Moxley

Mox is such a girl Dad (I mean look at him and Nora). He would spoil your daughter to death. From a far he looked scary. He was always that sketchy looking guy at the park that often scared the other parents. But up close he loved your daughter. He would spend hours playing with her. She would play dress up with him, do this makeup and play with dolls together. Mox's soft spot was his daughter. Even though he did lots of "girlie' things with your daughter he made sure to teach her every sport. He would teach her Death Jitsu and how to fend for herself in the scary world. When you told him you were pregnant he was so happy. He coudn't wait to be a dad. He truly is the best father.

[daddyhausen]

Hi whenever you’re requests are open again I would love to have a poly relationship with Jay White & El Phantasmo

• poly relationship headcannons — el phantasmo + jay white •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, poly relationship

{ word count } — 212

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jay white x el phantasmo

{ genre } — smut / fluff

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they would have a hard time sharing you at first

what with both of them having raging egos

jay claims that he should have more time with you considering he began dating you first

to which riley would claim the same except on the basis that he fucks you better

you admired their persistence but lord they needed to learn to share

so you gave them an ultimatum

either they get along and share you or neither of them would get to have you that night

to which both boys would quiet down

meekly responding with a “yes ma’am” in unison

both boys have submissive tendencies

riley will break and bend to your every will while jay is more bratty and disobedient

all in which is quickly fixed with an orgasm or two

their soft spot for you was evident since day one

they’d always tend to spoil you, even on days when it did not call for it

riley would buy you simple gifts like flowers and stuffed animals

jay would tend to be a bit more extravagant, with jewellery and that of the sort

even surprising you with a brand new car when your old one got wrecked

despite the vast differences between their gifts you cherished them all equally.

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[coleskingdom]

Sunshine

El Phantasmo x F Reader

@midwestmade29

“Hey Sunshine “ I turn my head at the sound of Riley’s voice. “Jay said he needs to see you for a minute before we take off. “ Jay is in the corner and does a little wave. It’d be easier just to get this over with than to ask Riley what his friend wants. I walked over to Jay “Ry said you wanted to see me.” I shuffle nervously under his gaze. He smiles predatorily “Yes, I hear you both are going to a little shindig that Mercedes is throwing.” I nod my head a lot of people are going “well I happen to know about a secret room on the top floor of the building.” Clearly my face shows my confusion. “ Here’s the key. Send our boy off to the G1 properly okay” he laughs at my uncomfortableness at this suggestion. “It’s a small apartment, you look as though you thought I was giving you the keys to a kinky sex dungeon. Which if you’re interested in I can grab those keys the next time.” his eyebrow quirking. “Knife Pervert” I mutter “Sweetheart you have no idea.” I hear as I walk away.

“What did he want?” Riley shoots a questioning look over my head. “ Jay handed me keys to a loft I guess at this club and told me to send you off to the G1 properly..” my voice cool. Before Riley can say anything , Zack walks up “Darlings are we ready. I have a car waiting.” He ushers us out of the room and out the door to the car. Inside the car Zack breaks the silence “what’s wrong?” the question clearly directed at me “ A lovers quarrel ? What did Riley do now.” His voice teasing. “ Actually it’s Jay being Jay” dangling the keys at Zack. “ Oh boy, I didn’t realize he had one stateside. In Japan he had three of them. Well I should say was gifted three of them. You see each leader of Bullet Club buys one and the keys go to the next leader. When Jay was ousted he had the keys and titles and sold them all. I’ve only been in one of them in a storm in Tokyo there were no rooms and he took pity on me It was something, Riley have you ever been given the keys to one before?” Passing a bottle to Riley “I tried to stay out of his personal life especially in Japan. I didn’t even know about these.” Zack smiled “ Yet he handed her the key, interesting. Darling did Jay-say anything else.” Riley passed me the bottle. “ No just to send our boy off to the G1 appropriately.” They both laughed as I took a swig. “I’m curious as to what this one looks like. Before you two get to it, let me have a little peek. King Switch always keeps it interesting I’ll give him that.” The car pulled up in front of the building.

Riley walks us into the party and finds us a spot on the couch. He pours each of us a drink, “ We don’t have to go up there. “ he whispers in my ear, “ He’s just messing with you. I saw his face when you took the keys from him. “ he looked amused. “I’m kind of intrigued, honestly.” Sipping the drink . “Actually the sooner” my hand gliding up his thigh “the better. The wake up call is in 5 hours.” Kissing him, pulling away “ We do owe it to Zack to show him.” Patting his leg a groan falling from his lips. “ Forget Zack.” As he grabs my hand and we sneak up the stairwell. Inside the apartment he flips on the lights, it is the single sexiest apartment I’ve ever seen. “This is stunning” the apartment was done in black white and gold, the expensive leather sofa , ottomans and chairs all curves and sleek lines different heights begging to be used. The art was still shots in black and white, that allude to sex and carnal desires. Every accessory curved or a subtle phallic reference there’s only one reason for a place like this. “There’s only one thing stunning, and it’s you.” As soon as I step further into the living room, Riley’s arm is around my waist and he's pulling me to him.

"Fucking hell, I've been dying for you all night, Sunshine ." My eyelids instinctively close and my hands reach for his face. He breathes in the skin of my neck, massaging my hips, sliding his hands up and down my waist. His hands, oh God, his large calloused hands. He touches me like he owns me. His hair is soft, and he's wearing an unbuttoned shirt and jeans. I'm pressed up against his warm, bare chest. I pull my head back so I can see his handsome face. His eyes are hooded, his jaw tense. So serious. I tilt my head up to press my lips against his, a half-kiss. Savoring this calm before the storm of our bodies crashing against each other. He rests his forehead against mine, hands up in my hair, slowly exploring my breasts, my waist, my hips. "Beautiful girl, what have you done to me?" His hands cup my face. He smooths his thumb across my bottom lip, and I suck it into my mouth, moaning and watching him as I do.

Heat flashes in his eyes. He licks his lips. Makes a deep, guttural sound, like a shot fired, and the race to do as much to each other's bodies as we can begins. I pull his shirt down off his shoulders, running my hands down the smooth, toned muscles of his arms. He tosses the shirt to the floor and pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard on the mouth, practically growling, and then dropping to his knees and disappearing under my dress.

Oh sweet mercy, he tugs my panties down. I feel his thumb brush up against my clit, and then he grabs hold of my ass, slides one hand down the back of one thigh, hiking my leg up over his shoulder. He licks and then bites the flesh of my inner thigh. My eyes roll back inside my head. "Oh, Riley." I melt into the wall, into his hands, into his talented tongue. His flicking, circling, sweeping tongue. His gentle, punishing, determined tongue. I'm whimpering and floating up and caving in on myself. My hands slap against the wall, trying to find some leverage, bracing myself. And now his fingers get in on the action too.

“Riley please”He answers by moaning, pushing his fingers up to my hips and pulsing his tongue in and out and in and out. My entire being is struck by a hot jolt of electricity, and then my hips follow his rhythm, warmth radiating up and out from my center and back to where his tongue penetrates me. It feels too good. I scream out his name and then cover my mouth because I'm making such loud noises. "I want to hear you," he says from under my dress. "I want to hear you come.""Riley."

He continues licking me, pressing my trembling thighs together even more with his palms and then sucking on my clit. “Oh God!"He goes back to kissing me down there and doesn't stop until my hips have stopped rolling, until my body has stopped jerking and tensing, until every cell of my body has gone from screaming to whispering his name.

His head finally reemerges from under my dress, but I still feel little electric shocks in my core. Before I can even mutter his name again he's carrying me in his arms to the bedroom. He kicks the door shut. When my shoes are off, he stands up, takes my hands and holds them up, pulling my dress over my head.

The dress gets tossed aside. I can barely keep my heavy eyelids open, but his eyes are wide and apprecia-tive. I am completely naked before him in this room that’s bathed in soft light.

"Sunshine ...look at you. I’m going to remember this for the next six weeks." I run my fingers through my hair and toss it all behind my shoulders so he can see everything, dragging my fingertips down the side of my neck, between my breasts. He groans and reaches for me, but I reach for his jeans, looking up at him as I unbutton and unzip, maneuvering them so they can drop to his ankles. He steps out of them, kicking them aside. The bulge in his black boxer briefs is magnificent. I cup it with one hand while tracing my fingertip along the inside of the waistband and then pulling the elastic away from the taut skin of his pelvis. He watches me as my fingers run up and down his happy trail. “ I do believe I was told to send you off to the G1 properly.”I push the boxer briefs down until they drop to the floor. I cup his balls, wrap my hand around the base, and lick up the underside, all the way to the crown and then suck on it. We both groan at the same time. His hands are in my hair again. "Sunshine," he says so quietly.

"Fuck, that feels so good your hot wet mouth around me. Look at me.”

I stroke and lick and suck and squeeze never breaking eye contact. “ that’s my good girl taking me so well. I’ll be thinking about this the whole time I’m gone.” He tugs on my hair. His hands grip my shoulders. "Sunshine , stop." I stop looking up but not letting him out of my mouth. “ You did such a good job I need you on the bed now. “ I let him go with a pop the groan that fell from his lips as I laid on the bed.

“Seriously, I can’t believe this ?” giggling and pointing at the ceiling. Riley looked up at the ceiling , “Why does that not surprise me? Of course he’d have a mirror on the ceiling? We can go to the living room if this is weird .” he kisses me deeply. “I’m kind of into it.” He chuckled and with that he's settled over me again, he pushes forward just a little. I don't want to wait. I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips. Looking up I see the line in his muscular back, his magnificent ass and how small I look under him. "Riley. Please."He slides in deep in one thrust.The two of us gasp, and I tighten around him. He feels so good. I never could've imagined how perfectly he would fit inside me, as though he were made for me.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters.

"Fuck, you... you feel..."

"Perfect." I finish the sentence.

He takes my mouth in a searing kiss, and there are no more words between us. He sets a pace that leaves no room for any talking. I’m lost to watching him take me. His body moving watching his taught muscles I can’t resist running my nails down his back.

The only sounds are our ragged breaths and skin meeting skin. Sweat breaks out on his forehead, and I can see the strain of him fighting back, wanting this to go on forever. I push against his chest, wanting control again. I want to be what makes him lose it. He flips onto his back, taking me with him so l am on top, sliding down on his cock. I rest my hands on his chest, moving slowly, and the friction on my clit starts to build another climax.Riley’s fingers dig into my hips as he urges me to ride him a little faster. Once I'm at the pace he wants, he moves his hands to my breasts. His expert fingers touch me in the right way, kneading before moves to my nipples, pinching and tugging.

"Please," I manage to get out.

"Please don't stop."

"You're close. Your tight, pussy is clenching around my dick. You want to come again. Your body knows..."

"Yes," I moan.

“You’re so beautiful riding me.” He shifts to wedge his finger between us and starts to rub my clit again. It is both amazing and breathtaking. It's too much. I can't come again, but Riley is determined.

"Ride me, Sunshine . I’ve got you my good girl. Take everything because it's yours. Take it, love. Take what you need." I tilt my head back and I see me riding him. I scream, unable to hold back as another orgasm rockets through me. I collapse forward, but he's there, holding me to him. His hips jerk up, fucking me from beneath until he's groaning my name into my hair as he pulses inside me. I lie against his chest, unable to move even if I wanted to, which I don't. That was the most incredible thing l've ever experienced.

He moves my hair to the side and kisses my nose. “Sunshine, "You okay?"

"Huh?" He laughs. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Uh-huh."Apparently, all I'm capable of is speaking in sounds. I don't want to move. I want to stay like this forever. He chuckles again and then rolls me to the side. I flop over, my limbs not really cooperating. “I’m going to push my flight back. I’ll take the last flight out. I need a few more hours of Sunshine.”

[heelwriting]

Favorite Dinner

Day/Prompt: Day 4 - “Looks like we’re snowed in for the night"

Fandom/Character(s): NJPW / Wrestling / El Phantasmo x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT (explicit sexual situations) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Wordcount: 658

Summary: Riley and reader where supposed to go out on a date but the snow storm forced them to stay home

@12daysofchristmas Got behind the schedule but i'm uploading now

She had just finished to dress up for her date when she realized Riley was looking outside the house with his brows frowned, he started taking off his coat.

“What happened?”

“Looks like we’re snowed in for the night, sorry babe”

“What? Didn’t you clean the driveway?”

Riley had his hands over his waist and looked at her almost offended.

“I did! But the weather had other plans you know?”

“That’s a bummer, I wanted to go out”

“Guess we’ll have to make our date here”

“I don’t even know if we have enough ingredients to make dinner”

“I hope we can find something because I’m starving”

Opening cabinets.

“Didn’t we go grocery shopping 3 days ago? I can’t even find the pasta”

She was leaning down, the skirt of her dress rolling up, Riley got a peak of her underwear and decided to act in instinct alone.

“Hey, babe I think I’m not that hungry anymore”

“Yeah? Why”

“We could do something else”

He lifted her dress, his hands fully taking her butt pressing himself against her, she could feel he was half hard already, he searched for her lips kissing her while he slowly backed her against de kitchen table, one of his hands was on the back of her head and the other was taking off his belt.

“You need help with that?”

She asked moving her hands touching his hard on through his pants, Riley hissed at the contact.

“Yes, help me”

He whined.

“That’s hot”

She said, Riley lifted an eyebrow.

“You want me to moan out loud? The neighbors are going to hear”

“Maybe I do”

She said as her hands moved to his belt finally letting his dick out of his clothes, she spit on her hand and started gliding up and down his cock all while they kept eye contact, Riley was biting his lip as she got him off but of course he didn’t want to finish like that, he stopped her ministrations.

“As much as I want to cum I want you to cum first, alright?”

“Whatever you want”

Riley pulled down the straps of her dress pulling out her breasts, licking her nipples until they hurt from how stiff they were. His hands started traveling down lifting her to help her sit on the table, he pulled the dress over her body finally realizing it wasn’t needed at this moment, he took the tip of his cock and moved it through her folds and circling her clit before finally entering her, her head fell back feeling him move slowly inside of her.

“You feel so good, baby”

He said when he finally bottomed out.

Kissing her lips and thrusting in and out of her until he found a pleasant rhythm, his hands where on her hips printing his nails on her skin, Riley lifted her legs up changing the angle of their hips and his cock ended up hitting deeper inside of her, he speed up the pace searching for both of their releases, she could feel the temperature of the room changing her body was burning hot, he used his fingers to circle her clit until she came, Riley kept her body from falling back on the table and kept her in place until he finally reached his peak, hugging her he kissed her one last time before carrying her to their shared room.

“Sorry we couldn’t go out baby, hope this made you feel better”

She yawned too exhausted to think.

“It’s ok Riley, there’s always a next time”

“But aren’t you hungry?”

He asked concerned, with all the activity they had completely forgotten to make dinner.

“Not really, I just want to sleep”

Riley nodded and he covered her with a blanket.

“Sleep well my love, I’ll prepare some food for when you wake up”

He said and kissed her forehead before going back to the kitchen to fix what they had done before.

[grayson-baller]

You Got My Head Spinning -- El Phantasmo

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note: this is a repost due to issues with the tagging system again

warnings: smut--18+ dom/sub, daddy kink (honorific) humping, dry sex, praise, female orgasm

word count: 1659

pairing: fem!reader & El Phantasmo

Summary: Before he devours you, he has to warm you up first.

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He could feel your panted breaths against his lips, your plump lips parted slightly. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into you. After dinner, he didn’t bother with clean-up. The dishes sat forgotten in the sink, and you were propped up on the island countertop. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, getting lost in your eyes once more. It had been a handful of years, but simple kisses still got out of hand. Each kiss was charged with a sense of urgency, lust laced in with each brush of your lips. Not that he ever expected to grow tired of you—he’d never stop wanting you. He’d never stop needing you.

Your hands clutched his shoulders, painted nails digging into his skin. He sat there the night before, scrolling on his phone as you painted your nails, humming along to a song that was playing over the Bluetooth speaker. He was sure tomorrow he’d have half-moon indents sprinkled over his skin. Not that he complained.  He wore those little markings with pride, knowing that they were little reminders that he belonged to his sweet Sunshine.

You whimpered, and he knew what you wanted—him closer. Your thighs squeezed against his body, heels of your feet pressed against his ass as you tried pulling him in. No layers, not an inch between the two of you. That’s what you wanted—what you needed. He knew that. He knew you always felt better with him tucked up inside of you. Snug and warm, filling you to the brim each and every time. Fuck, you weren’t alone on that. He always better when he was tucked inside of you too.

Your tongue darted out of your mouth, quickly running over your bottom lip. “You’re hard.” You whimpered against his mouth; breath hot against his skin. You looked so beautiful, eyes wide and full of lust, chest heaving with heavy breaths. You were already gone, and he hadn’t fucked you yet. You rubbed yourself against his thickness to try and emphasize your point. His cute little sunshine, so beautiful and so good for him. His best girl—no, his favorite girl. Favorite person, really. Nobody compared to you. Nobody ever could. He fell for you hard and fast, before he realized what was happening.

He never believed he was cut out to love anyone—or anyone could ever love him. It was lonely, but nameless hook-ups warmed the other side of his bed. It was enough, or so he thought. You changed everything for him. You proved him wrong. He was cut out for love. Not only could he easily love you, but you also loved him in return. Being loved by you was the best damn thing in his life. His gorgeous sunshine, with the huge heart, fell in love with him—the goofball. The one that tried, but came up short too many times. He’d never understand how it happened, but he knew better than to question it.

He nipped at your bottom lip, listening to the low whine that left you at his actions. “Mmm, I am.” He chuckled, teasing you with another light nip. Your fingertips dug in deeper, the brief flash of pain hitting his shoulders. His hand fell to your ass, tugging you all the way to him. Your startled little yelp turned into a moan, your sundress riding up as your lace panties pressed against his clothed bulge. “Feel that, sunshine? Do you feel how hard I get just from kissing you?” Your strangled moan was a good enough answer for him,

His fingers squeezed the plump flesh of your ass, getting a feeling of the globes he constantly liked to touch. “It’s your fault, you know? All those little moans spilling from that pretty mouth, the way you whimper and your eyes flutter when I grind into you.” To prove his point, his hips bucked forward, hardness pressing against you. “Yeah,” he chuckled as your eyes fluttered close. “Just like that, baby. Not to mention the heat of your perfect pussy against me.” He listened to the sound of your whimpers as he rocked his erection into you once more. “Just look at you, Sunshine.”  He groaned at the sensation of you rubbing yourself against him with a bit more fervor. “So damn pretty, aren’t you? Fuck, how did I get so lucky to have such a perfect little slut, hmm? So damn good for me too.”

Your hitched breaths let him know each time your clit was stimulated. How did it get better then this? His needy little sunshine was grinding up against him, looking helpless and completely out of her mind. He was weak for you, weak to deny you what you wanted. He gave in every time, wanting to spoil his perfect girl.

“Look at you, needy little thing, humping me like this.” He taunted, fingers lifting your chin as he brushed his lips against yours. “Did I not give it to you good enough this morning?”

You shook your head, eyes locking with his. “No, no. I just need more.” You whimpered, eyes wide with visible desperation. “Need it again. Please, daddy.”

Fuck. How could he ever deny a request as pretty as that? He was helpless around his sunshine, she held him in the palm of her pretty little hand.

“Yeah?” He taunted, kissing you once more. He bucked his hips against you once more, relishing in the sounds that spilled from your lips. Just from the feeling, he knew how soaked you were for him. Your soaked panties were making a mess of his jeans. “Now, I though you were sore, sunshine? Thought you couldn’t take anymore?Isn’t that what you told me this morning while I was trying to eat my breakfast?” They woke up this morning, and instantly he found his head between your perfect thighs, devouring you. The taste of your sweet pussy was a better wake-up call then coffee. After a handful of orgasms though, you had pushed his head away.

Your brows furrowed as your lips turned downwards in a pout. “I was. Still am. I just… I need it. I need you.” You whimpered, rubbing against him once more. He chuckled, grabbing another handful of your ass, pulling you in even more as he rocked his hips against yours, helping you. “I’m… I’m going to come. Please. Please, daddy.”You whimpered, desperate eyes locking back with his as your bottom lip stuck out slightly. “Can I?”

You always begged so prettily for him. Asked so nicely that he found it hard to say no, not that he was planning on denying you here. The thought of you coming while humping his leg was enough to leave his cock dripping, desperate for his own release. Not until you got off though, maybe even twice.

He grinned, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip before slipping it in your mouth, groaning when you started to suck on it. “Fuck, that’s hot as hell, sunshine. So damn good.” He pulled his thumb from your mouth, watching the small trail of drool drip down. “Be my pretty little slut and make a mess all over those pretty panties of yours, and then I’ll fuck you over the counter for being a good girl.”

You franticly nodded, the promise enough to encourage you. He grabbed your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he helped you move. He watched your head fall back against your shoulders, your pussy grounding against his cock. Low grunts left his mouth as he loved every bit of friction. Each nudge of your swollen, sensitive clit against the head of his cock through the fabric made you whimper. The sound was music to his ears.

“Look at you, baby.” He whispered, lightly brushing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. His fingers dug deeper into your skin, knowing it’d likely leave little bruises peppered into your skin. “You’re doing so damn good. Fuck, I love you. You’re my pretty girl, looking so fucking gorgeous when you are a wreck for me. Fuck. Got me all twisted inside, sunshine. My perfect girl. You’re always so good for me, aren’t you, baby. So damn sweet for me, to me. Go on, I know you’re close. Come just for me, so I can fuck you the way you deserve.”

A choked moan of his name reverbed around the kitchen, your thighs trembling as you succumbed to the orgasm. Heat rushing through you, sparking lighting up your body. His hips didn’t stop as he worked you through it, stroking your hair gently as you started to come down off your high. He watched your face, taking in the sight of your pleasure. Fuck. It was a beautiful sight. One he loved seeing over and over again. You looked up at him, eyes wide, slack jaw, sweat on your brow, and puffy lips. The most beautiful signs of raw pleasure.

“There we go, sunshine. That’s my good girl.” He praised you, and you whimpered at his words. He knew how much you loved the reminder of being his good girl, how much you loved when he praised you. He could feel you throbbing against him, and he grinned. You really were perfect for him. “Needed to warm you up first so you could be nice and wet for me, baby.” A hot kiss was placed against your lips, no regard for mess as wet lips sucked each other. He felt you slack in his arms, leaning against him for support. “Prettiest little thing when you come for me, aren’t you, baby girl?”  He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, relishing the sight of your joined saliva as he spread it around your mouth, down your chin. Seeing you a mess for him was the best thing.

“But, I think it’s time for you to turn around and bend over.”

[mystic-story-lover]

♤ MASTERLIST ♤

☆ means smut ○ means it's part of a series

♤ 1 CALLED MANDERS ♤

■ I'm Yours Cowboy

♤ ACE AUSTIN ♤

■ I Don't Share What's Mine ☆

■ And New ☆

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♤ ADAM COLE ♤

■ Do You Hate Me

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♤ ADAM PAGE ♤

■ Cowboy Like Me

■ Texas Death ☆

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♤ ALAN ANGELS ♤

♤ ALEX SHELLEY ♤

■ Long Story Short

■ Congratulations

■ My Champion

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♤ ALEX ZAYNE ♤

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♤ CHRIS BEY ♤

■ And New ☆

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♤ CHRIS SABIN ♤

■ Congratulations

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♤ CHRISTIAN CAGE ♤

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♤ CLARK CONNORS ♤

■ Surprise

♤ DAN "DRILLA" MOLONEY ♤

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♤ DAVID FINLAY ♤

■ Let Me Help You

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♤ EDDIE KINGSTON ♤

♤ EL PHANTASMO ♤

■ Injury

■ Stipulations

■ Confessions

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♤ HOOK ♤

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♤ JAY WHITE ♤

■Positives and Negatives

■ It Should've Been Me

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♤ JOE HENDRY ♤

♤ JON MOXLEY ♤

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♤ JUNGLE BOY ♤

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♤ JT DUNN ♤

♤ KENNY OMEGA ♤

■ I'm Saying Yes

■ Apologies

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♤ KEVIN BLACKWOOD ♤

♤ KIP SABIAN ♤

♤KYLE FLETCHER♤

■ Play the Game

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♤ LANCE ARCHER ♤

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♤ MANCE WARNER ♤

♤ MATT JACKSON ♤

■ See You Back At My Place

♤ MATTHEW JUSTICE ♤

■ Save Me

♤ MATT TAVEN ♤

♤ MIKE BAILEY ♤

♤ NICK JACKSON ♤

♤ ORANGE CASSIDY ♤

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♤ RICKY STARKS ♤

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♤ RODERICK STRONG ♤

■ Stay with Me ☆

♤ SAMOA JOE ♤

♤ TRENT BERETTA ♤

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♤ WARDLOW ♤

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♤ WHEELER YUTA ♤

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♤ ZACK SABRE JR. ♤

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[debbiechanclub]

Okay, I'm saying "fuck it, we ball" and expanding from 8 to 10 requests 😂 But here's the requests I have so far so y'all know what's taken:

"It's hot when you talk back" - Gabe Kidd

"If you called just to get off to my voice, I'm hanging up" - PAC

"Are you wearing my shirt?" - Clark Connors

"You look good like this" - El Phantasmo

Send more in, I wanna write smut for you! 😂

debbiechanclub's smutober (sort of)

okay, folks. historically, i am awful at filling writing requests. HOWEVER. i want to challenge myself and i've gotten into writing smut lately so i've decided to open up smutober requests! and i'm letting y'all know a whole month early to give myself more than enough time to actually fulfill them.

here's how it will work:

✦ unfortunately, i don't have the time/i write too damn slow to do a fic for every single day of october, so i will only be doing 8 requests (however, if by some miracle i have time to do so, i will fulfill more) ✦ send me a prompt from this list and the name of ONE wrestler. i will only do one wrestler per prompt, but feel free to send multiple requests! ✦ i will select the prompts to be written on a first come, first serve basis AND based off which ones i like best. in other words: if you ask for a wrestler you know i like, the more likely it is to get written (fyi, this doesn't just mean war dogs!) ✦ requests will be posted on AO3 and locked to users, but linked here

i hate to be selective, but at the same time i know my motivation and i simply can't write for people just because someone requests it, so thank you for understanding!

wrestlers i will not write for so don't bother:

darby allin.

cm punk.

eddie kingston. i have no problem writing fluff for him (and i have), but no interest in writing smut for him. sorry, eddie girlies.

and that's about it! send in your requests, and if you have any questions, just ask!

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Can I request ELP’s gf getting jealous? Like, after a show some girl tries to flirt with him (cause we all know that boy is a FLIRT) and she has to get all territorial and possessive. I feel like he’d mock me so much for getting jealous😭

Maso’s Krampus Christmas 2022

Of course! Oh, oh…oh okay 👀 I see you, boo 😏. Damn, this will be fun…

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat

“What the hell was THAT?” Riley smirked once both of you entered his hotel room

“What was what?” You scoffed, trying to play it cool as if nothing ever happened but failing miserably at it.

“That little scene at the lobby with the chick that asked for a picture” That taunting, annoying smirk was still plastered on his lips and gave no signs of leaving anytime soon.

The “scene” he was referring to was one that successfully turned your night into a sour little bitch.

You were used to fans flirting with him, sometimes the things they said even made you laugh, and you knew what you were signing up for when you got together, but that girl took it too far! One thing is flirting, another is harassing and if that bitch thought she could do that right in front of you, it was clear that she didn’t know you at all and you had no problems with introducing yourself properly.

When her touches began to get too intimate and uncalled for, Riley warned her once, twice and on the third time you stepped in, putting her in her place and almost giving her a free rhinoplasty with your fist.

“I’m already pissed enough, Riley. Don’t start with me” You warned as you began to pace around the room, taking off your boots, earrings and jewelry before deciding that a warm shower would help you get rid of this pent up adrenaline that still pumped through your veins.

“I’m not saying anything” He lifted his hands up in the air in a surrender motion “But I thought you were going to beat the shit out of her” and stated with a giggle

“I was, but she was wiser than I judged her to be, and to my surprise she left” You tossed your jacket on top of the armchair and began to undress yourself “I mean, the fucking nerve that bitch had. One thing is the hugging, kissing, screaming and dumb flirting now another is blunt harassment. And I’m not gonna accept that!”

“You know I’ve had way worse done to me, right?”

“Because I wasn’t there” You shrugged, making Riley laugh “I can’t believe I’ve lived long enough to watch my bunny - who doesn’t get bothered by anything nor anyone - almost get into a catfight because of me. Is it bad that I’m kinda flattered though?” He teased before standing up from the bed and following you into the bathroom, where you were about to take your makeup off.

“Riley” You warned one last time as you took the makeup remover wipes from the bathroom counter.

“What? I’m just saying that I almost told her to keep going just so I could see that feisty kitty inside of you come out”

“Oh, you liked what she was doing? You want her to keep going? Then you should go back to the lobby, I’m sure she’s still waiting for you downstairs! As a matter of fact, why don’t you just pack your shit and go with her? Make her your girlfriend or one night stand if you will, I don’t fucking care!”

His blue eyes were filled with lust and amusement as he mocked “Are you kicking me out of my own hotel room?”

“Shut up, I hate you. Fucking asshole” Your grunt was covered with anger, your hands tried to work smoothly enough so that you wouldn’t hurt yourself, but Riley’s presence and mockery only made it impossible “Can you leave? I’m trying to take this stupid makeup off”

“I’m not stopping you” He shrugged before placing himself behind you. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled you towards his body, gluing your back to his torso and making you well aware of the hardness between his legs. “You know this will give us a delicious, breathtaking, mind-blowing, hard, rough hatefuck later tonight, no?”

“The only thing you’ll be fucking tonight is your hand!” You pulled yourself away from his grip before spatting “Or even better, you can go on and chase your fucking ring rat to do whatever it is that you want to do” You returned to the bedroom to grab a fresh stack of clothes and much to your disgrace, Riley decided to follow you again.

“Fuck, bunny. You’re making me even harder for you” He adjusted himself in his joggers before hugging you from behind “Come help me, bun-bun.” Riley whispered in your ear “Come help your man get rid of this very painful hard on. Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re jealous”

“Don’t touch me! You have no right to touch me when you just mocked me for ten minutes straight!” You walked back towards the bathroom, trying to regain some space from Riley’s inebriating scent.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. You know I’m crazy for you” He pinned you against the sink and let his blue eyes meet yours in the mirror “I’ve never seen you like this before and it boosted my ego. Give me a break, will you? Let me enjoy it for a little bit” Riley chuckled as his hands caressed your curves “I like this possessive side of yours, is hot as fuck” His lips closed on the soft skin of your neck, leaving small, purple bruises behind.

“There was a bitch trying to fuck what’s mine! What the fuck should I do? Nothing?”

“Oh no, not at all! Fuck, you got me so turned on that I would let you do anything, bunny. Shit, if you pushed me down on the floor and begged me to fuck you I would in a fucking blink!”

“So I got you by the balls there, huh?” You chuckled before a faint moan escaped your lips at the feeling of Riley’s fingers rubbing your clit.

“Oh, bun-bun. You’ve got me by the balls from the day we met, baby” He chuckled as you turned around to face him. “So you’re mine?”

“Completely” He nodded and hissed when you dipped your hand inside his joggers to close your fist around his hard length.

“Is this dick mine?”

“All yours, bunny” Riley hummed in pleasure when you applied pressure to his crown

“So if I want to have it now, I can?” You smirked

“Oh, please do!”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yes, baby. Take that dick, claim it” Riley grunted before biting your neck

“Let’s go back to the bedroom then. I wanna ride you for hours” You whispered in his ear, and with a playful growl, Riley took you up in his arms and ran back to the bedroom as if his life depended on it.

[cuttingedge708]

Getting caught

Taji ishimori x El Phantasmo x Female Reader

For @oedojoshicorps

Warning: Light smut + Cursing

Y/N found out the hard way not to mess around with ELP & Ishimori when they were about to have a match but she couldn’t help herself, 5 minutes before their tag team match Y/N put on her cropped bullet Club shirt on and put on her leather jeans to match.

She walked passed the two flaunting every curve of her body to the others around her, she then walked up to ELP and whispered “go kick some ass baby” and planted a kiss to his cheek as well as giving on to Taji too, once they won the match Y/N was not expecting what came next. She got pulled into the locker room of the bullet club and was suddenly peppered with kisses from the neck down,The friction of both bodies against hers caused Y/N to breathe out a low and lengthy groan. Enjoying the pleasure she moved her hips in time with Tasmo’s which then led him to let out a moan of his own.

Her crop top was discarded which left her bare chest on show, Taji massage her breasts another moan left her lips but everything came to a halt when the door opened which revealed a few members of the club, Jay let out a sigh and threw a shirt to Y/N whilst Chris and The good brothers pretended to gag.

“Go fuck yourselves” Y/N utters glaring at Chris and the brothers, the three of them started laughing whilst ELP and Taji where getting scolded by Jay for what they did.

“All of you are idiots” jay sighed once again as he left for his match As Y/N was leaving she swiftly hit Both Karl And Gallows in the groin which left them kneeling in pain at the door way. The three Laughed as tasmo gave Y/N a high five “nice shot baby”

(Hope you enjoyed love 💕💕)

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Wrestling Masterlist

f - Fluff, c - Comfort, a - Angst, s - Smut, h - Hurt

Wrestlers organized by alphabetical order

Fics organized by oldest to newest

Updated every time a new fic is posted!

Austin Gunn

Painted Him Perfect *a

Cash Wheeler

If He Was Yours, You’d Do The Same *f

We Should Argue More Often *s

Christian Cage

Love Me Like You Do *f/s

Never Gonna Be Alone *c/f

You’re Still the One *f (part 2 of Never Gonna Be Alone)

Chuck Taylor

I Know I Can Treat You Better Than He Can *h/c/f

Brownie Points *f

Colten Gunn

Friends or More? *a/f

Daniel Garcia

That Should Be Me *a

Darius Martin

Thank You for Being a Friend *f

Eddie Kingston

Ride or Die, ‘Til the End of the Line *f

Blood Looks Good On You *f

El Phantasmo

Been Far Away, For Far Too Long *f

Sweet Surprises *f (part 2 of Been Far Away, For Far Too Long)

Energy Drinks *f

Brother’s Best Friend *a/f

Hangman Adam Page

Cowboy Take Me Away *f/s (light smut)

Kenny Omega

Destination Relaxation *f/c

I’m Giving Up On Love ‘Cause Love’s Given Up On Me *a

Since You Been Gone *a (with happy ending) (part 2 of I’m Giving Up On Love ‘Cause Love’s Given Up On Me)

Matt Jackson

I’ll Be Your Cryin’ Shoulder *h/c/f

Through Thick and Thin *a/f (slight angst)

The Best Surprise *f

Tear in My Heart series masterlist *f/a

Nick Jackson

You’re More Than Enough *c/f

I Still Get Jealous *f/a (slight angst)

The One Where They Fall in Love *f/a (angst if you squint)

Birthday Surprise *f

Orange Cassidy

It’s Always Been You *f

Ricky Starks

I’ve Got Your Back Like You’ve Got Mine *f

You Are The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine *f/s (light smut)

Trent Beretta

Home Is Wherever You Are *f

Be Careful What You Wish For *s

Wheeler Yuta

The Most Interesting Date *f

That Should Be Me *a

We’re Proud Of You *c

Taking A Chance On Romance *f

Begin Again *a/f (slight angst)

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My works on AO3 can be found here!

[naritaren]

As a el phantasmo simp can I request smut with El phantasmo and Robbie eagles

You got it! It's a bit full of feelings, but I figured it would be fun to post on his birthday. Title: my heart has teeth (and it's looking for something to eat) Pairing: Robbie Eagles/El Phantasmo Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: anal sex, nipple play, pwp, porn with feelings, off-hand reference to Ospreay (one line), use of shoot name. Word Count: 1334 Links: AO3 (consider swinging by and dropping a kudos or comment!) It is under the cut!

“I fucking hate you. You know this right?” Robbie grabbed Riley by the arm and steered him into the elevator. He pressed the button for the 4th floor and jammed the button to shut the door.

“Mmm. But you love me actually.” Riley leaned in to sniff Robbie’s hair.

“And you smell like apples.”

“And you smell like beer. Why am I doing this again?” Robbie pulled his head away from Riley’s constant sniffing.

“I’m the birthday boy!”

“Plus, you said to ‘hit you up anytime’ so I am.”

Robbie groaned as he felt Riley’s hand slide down and cup his ass. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t into it, but it always worked out this way. That line thrown out at the end of every hookup with Riley hung in the air. He didn’t expect Riley to actually do that the first time he said to hit him up.

Robbie also didn’t expect Riley to use the same line back at him time and time again. It felt like every tour they would find themselves doing the same song and dance, each time the hate chipping away. He had grown to enjoy the post-sex conversations with Riley, almost as much as he loved the actual sex.

Robbie shook his head. He had been burned before and didn’t want to get too involved with a co-worker again. Riley knew this much too. They had talked about this before and Riley had mentioned that he totally understood. The aura of Will hanging in both of their memories.

The ding of the impossibly slow elevator shook him from his thoughts and Robbie was glad that Riley had stopped feeling him up in public. He grabbed the sleeve of Riley’s hoodie and guided him to his room. He fumbled for a second with the keycard but got the door open on the second try.

The pair entered the room and Riley collapsed on the single bed. As he leaned back, the bed dipped under him and Robbie couldn’t help but to admire the sight. The dim yellow light from the lamp on the table mixing with the bright neon signs from the other side of the curtain painted Riley in a beautiful light. Robbie couldn’t help the feeling in his chest as he watched the other man pull the hoodie up over his head and onto the floor. Riley’s hair got slightly messed up, bits of hair sticking to the shaved sides. He was flushed a light pink and the tank top he was wearing under the hoodie was rucked up. The folds of white and red fabric pulled up just enough to see the cut of Riley’s abs.

Robbie swallowed the lump in his throat and grabbed his water bottle off the dresser, downing a large gulp of water.

“So you’re keeping the mullet?” Robbie figured starting there would be a good point since the last time he did this dance with Riley, he didn’t have the damn thing.

“For now. It doesn’t look that bad!” Riley sat up, his shirt sliding back into place. His tanned legs were sticking out of his pink shorts. Robbie watched him slide his sneakers off and decided to sit down next to him. He reached up and pushed the hair out of Riley’s eyes.

“I like it actually.” Riley grinned and winked.

“I thought you hated me.” The smug grin only got bigger. Robbie regretted his words instantly.

“I do hate you. I also like fucking you into the bed, so I figured I’d try to flirt for a bit.”

The grin disappeared off Riley’s face and was replaced by a soft smile.

“Well then, I like your tattoos. They’re fun.”

Robbie flushed. The last thing he expected was Riley to try and flirt back. He felt Riley trace the lines on his arm. As he turned, he didn’t expect to be face to face with Riley. He took his free arm and cupped Riley’s face, pulling him in for a kiss that was far sweeter than intended. His hand slipped into Riley’s hair, tangling and pulling slightly. The fingers tracing on his arm stopped and all he could feel was Riley’s strong grip around his bicep.

Robbie took that as his cue to get the show moving. He nipped at Riley’s bottom lip as his hand pulled on Riley’s hair a bit harder. The moans from Riley went straight to Robbie’s dick and he was acutely aware of how turned on he actually was. He felt Riley slide a hand under his shirt, pushing it up to pinch his nipples slightly. He let out a moan that he wasn’t proud of and reached down to undo his pants, if only for some relief. He felt the larger hand slide over his, pulling it into a grip as he was pushed down onto the bed.

Riley’s size was his advantage and he used it to flip Robbie onto his back. He straddled Robbie and Robbie looked up into the piercing blue eyes, feeling a fleeting moment of affection. As he relaxed back, he felt Riley’s mouth over the nipple he had been teasing. The slight bite and tongue swirling went straight to Robbie’s dick. He started to grind up against Riley, not proud of how he was feeling. He felt Riley slide a hand down his pants, wrapping his long fingers around his dick and stroking slowly.

“Mmm. I want to ride you.” Riley moaned as he switched to the other nipple. Robbie cursed under his breath. He had never actually seen Riley’s face when he came and this felt different.

Robbie slid his pants down, his erection laying against his stomach. He watched Riley climb off him to grab the lube and condom from the toiletry bag in the suitcase.

Riley ripped the condom open and slid it gently down Robbie’s cock, taking careful care to make sure it was fitting comfortably. Robbie watched as he drizzled lube on his fingers and quickly opened himself up. Riley drizzled a bit more lube on Robbie’s dick and then climbed on top of him.

Robbie held his breath as Riley slid completely down on top of him. He was certain he was going to remember Riley’s face as he bottomed out for the rest of his life. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Riley started to bounce up and down, his own erection smacking his stomach with each movement. Robbie became acutely aware of how tightly Riley was gripping his thighs and he reached up to pull him down for another kiss. As they started to kiss, Robbie started to push into him deeper and faster. He felt Riley bounce up and down in rhythm and the moans were drowning out any thoughts about what this actually meant.

Robbie felt himself start to tighten up and he reached down between them and gripped Riley’s dick. Riley sat up a bit and threw his head back as he bounced up and down. Robbie gripped tighter and with a shout, Riley came all over his chest. Robbie grabbed Riley’s ass and slammed into him one last time, feeling himself let loose.

Wthout thinking, Robbie reached up and pulled Riley into a soft kiss.

They pulled apart and Riley headed to the bathroom to clean up without saying anything. When he returned, he had a washcloth in his hands. He removed the condom and tied it off before tossing it into the trash. He wiped Robbie’s chest down and then collapsed next to him. Robbie turned on his side and kissed Riley on the cheek.

“Happy birthday.”

Robbie let the rest of his thoughts go unsaid, but he felt warm and fuzzy at seeing Riley smile like he did.

“Thanks.”

Riley let it hang in the air before he snuggled into Robbie’s arms.

“Let’s watch something stupid on Netflix.”

Robbie smiled an pulled out his tablet. This wasn’t the time to have those talks.

Maybe another time.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Christmas Miracle

El Phantasmo X Fem Reader

Summary: Riley pops the big question

An: Fun fact: the first fic I ever wrote was about ELP. I met him two years ago, and the experience of meeting him, along with the fact there were very few fics about him, inspired me to start writing fan fiction!

Main Masterlist ELP Masterlist

@madhatterbri

It was no secret that the past few months had been tough. No one really knew what would happen. I was sent back home for treatment and rest while Y/n was back in Japan. Despite us always calling and texting, being on the other side of the world from each other, with a 14-hour time difference, especially during this, was hard on both of us. As I sat in bed feeling sorry for myself unable to sleep I heard the front door open. At first, I began to panic. “Is someone breaking in?” I thought to myself. Exhausted, I rolled out of bed, grabbed the nearest weapon I could find and investigated the sound. When I entered the living room I saw no one, the front door was locked and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “Maybe it’s the meds that are making me crazy,” I said out loud to myself. “You are not crazy,” A voice said from behind me, a voice I could recognize from anywhere. I must be hallucinating because there was no way my girlfriend was standing right in front of me.

I was scared to say anything, that I would wake up and none of this would be real. “What’s wrong?” Y/n asked quietly as she carefully walked towards me. She gently took the bat from my hands and placed it on the floor. She then cupped my cheek with her hand, carefully rubbing the pad of her thumb across my jaw. “You’re not real,” I whispered. I knew this had to be a dream. I knew Y/n was in Japan. The Y/n that stood in front of me was something from my imagination. The sun had not risen, the moon strangely lit the room. The way it reflected in her eyes made her seem like an illusion. “Of course I’m real. Why wouldn't I be real Riley?” “You’re not supposed to be here” “I came home to surprise you, I know how much you need me right now. I’m not going to let you face this alone” The way Y/n looked at me with such love and adoration I knew she had to be real. I didn’t know I began to cry until Y/n gently wiped a tear from my face with the pad of her thumb. “I know, I know, baby. It’s okay, I’m here now” 

I woke up a few hours later in a cold sweat. I knew this was a sick dream. As I rolled over on my back I felt warmth next to me. “Y/n?” “Good morning sleepy head” “You are really here? This isn’t a dream?” “Nope, I am really here” 

Y/n was right, I did need her. Having her by my side made everything better. My recovery was going better and faster than expected. I owe it all to Y/n, I would have never been able to do this without her. Before I knew it I was cleared to return to the ring. Y/n and I returned to New Japan Pro Wrestling hand in hand. The crowd was electric, I was scared they would forget who I was. I stood in the ring letting the cheers from the fans embrace me fully. I soaked in the moment. A part of me was scared that I wouldn’t be able to experience this again. Y/n stood in my corner supporting me throughout the match. In the end I was victorious and was set to compete at Wrestle Kingdom 19 for the NJPW world TV championship. 

I knew I wanted to marry Y/n for a long time. She was perfect in every way. Our souls were connected, she was the other half I had been searching for. We had been together for a few years but the past few months meant more than anything to me. Through sickness and health, Y/n has been there for me and I knew she always would. So, with Christmas approaching I knew this would be the perfect time to pop the question. I already knew the ring she wanted, we had looked at rings ages ago. I picked out the most beautiful Marquise-shaped diamond with an aquamarine stone on either side of the diamond. It was gorgeous, it was expensive but it was worth every overpriced penny I spent on it. 

When I got home I felt like I had a neon sign plastered over my head that said ‘I’m hiding a big secret from you’. I was anxious, it was only a few days until Christmas but it felt like forever. When Christmas morning finally arrived my anxiety disappeared. I felt at ease. Y/n and I spent the morning opening gifts under the tree and soon all the gifts were opened and our living room was covered in wrapping paper. Y/n began to tidy up the mess but I stopped her in her tracks saying there was still one more gift to open. “Riley! You spoil me, I don’t need any more gifts” she told me “I know, but this last one is a very special one. Close your eyes!”. My anxiety returned when I realized what I was about to do. I pulled out the black velvet box from my pocket and got down on one knee. “You can open your eyes now!” I told Y/n nervously. She was in shock. “Y/n, I have been in love with you from the moment I met you all those years ago in Japan. You have been there for me in sickness and in health. You have seen me at my best and helped me at my worst. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to start a family with you! Y/N Y/MN Y/LN, will you marry me?” “Yes ....I want to spend the rest of my life with you too Riley” I slipped the ring on her finger and in that moment I knew regardless of what the future held we would be okay. 

[daddyhausen]

Hi could you possibly do a headcanon for reader dating ELP & what it’s like when BC spies on them

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「 SUMMARY 」 — headcannons for when bullet club spies on your relationship riley

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ]

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「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x el phantasmo

「 GENRE 」 — fluff + smut

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riley and yourself didnt enjoy hiding your relationship

especially from the other bullet club members

the two of you always wanted to be in each other’s presence

to hold to kiss, to fuck.

it became alot harder once the other members started catching on

what started as innocent hand holding under the table in catering turned into full on make out sessions in storage closets and abandoned locker rooms

ones of which you could hear giggling and idle chatter from outside

noticing through the small window atop the door

a chipper chris bey and ace austin

who seemed mortified when you opened the door

clothes all dishevvelevd as riley was struggling to put his back on

a scowl permanent across your face as your face heated with an embarrassed blush

your secret was out

much to yours and riley’s displeasure

however that could not stop chris and ace from cackling like sild hyena’s at your predicament

the members will tease the two of you constantly about it

even during some of riley’s matches

you could tell due to the spread of blush that formed across his cheeks

although he took it in stride

“at least im the one fucking her”

he would say off camera, yet still in ear shot that the mics would pick it up

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[thekentuckyhimbo]

Something Sinister

Pairing: Jay White/El Phantasmo

Warnings/Tags: 18+, smut, blowjobs, dom/sub, brattiness, intoxication (alcohol)

Words: 2k

Complete: Yes

Summary:

Jay’s become a little… obsessed with one particular member of the Bullet Club of late. He’d like to say that it was a brotherly affection, a desire to mentor his friend, or perhaps offer him a sliver of the spotlight. Even some kind of kingly desire to ensure that the man didn’t embarrass him on the world’s stage, since Jay’s reputation was so intrinsically linked to that of each other man in the group. But no, the truth was something much more sinister.

Author Notes:

El Phantasmo is a brat, Jay pulls him into line.

Something Sinister

Jay’s become a little… obsessed with one particular member of the Bullet Club of late. He’d like to say that it was a brotherly affection, a desire to mentor his friend, or perhaps offer him a sliver of the spotlight. Even some kind of kingly desire to ensure that the man didn’t embarrass him on the world’s stage, since Jay’s reputation was so intrinsically linked to that of each other man in the group. But no, the truth was something much more sinister.

Jay watched him now, stupid round sunglasses hanging off his nose - even though they were inside and it was the middle of the evening - shotgunning his third beer in a row to the cheers and coos of his Bullet Club compatriots.

Jay sat in the corner, aloof, stretching out his legs until he was sitting deep in his armchair, stroking his beard with one hand and clutching a long empty can of beer in the other. He watched as beer soaked the front of El Phantasmo’s shirt, his pants. The alcohol went straight to his head, amplifying his already drunken state. His dirty hair hung in curtains around his face, defying all laws of physics by being somehow simultaneously greasy and frizzy. He was disgusting. He should have been disgusting. But to Jay he was…

“You’re a fool,” Jay heard himself saying - loudly - tossing away the empty beer can in his hand and stalking across the room to where El Phantasmo sat.

By the time Phantasmo understood what was happening, Jay had crossed the room and was dragging the Canadian up to his feet by the front of his shirt.

Jay’s actions surprised even himself, so he yanked harder on El Phantasmo’s shirt and pulled him through the hotel suite like a dog, towards Jay’s adjoining room. When they got to the door he found himself shoving Phantasmo roughly inside and stalking in behind him, slamming the door shut with a crack he was sure everyone in the building heard.

Jay watched as Phantasmo caught his bearings in the room, stumbling around in a circle as though concussed before falling unceremoniously into a heap on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, Phantasmo clumsily reached for his face and wrenched his sunglasses off, tossing them beside him onto the bed. They bounced off and cluttered to the floor noisily.

“Fuck, man,” Phantasmo slurred, somehow finding his way up to a sitting position, his feet planted firmly on the ground like they were the only things keeping the world from spinning.

Jay stormed across the room to the bathroom, coming back with a towel that he threw pointedly at Phantasmo’s chest.

“A member of the Bullet Club,” Jay snarled, brandishing a menacing finger at Phantasmo’s chest, “is not going to sit there covered in beer and stinking like piss.”

Jay felt like he was on fire, half tempted to cuff Phantasmo around the ear. His chest was heaving and he was dimly aware that he was blown up from having done nothing, but he didn’t dare think about the implications of that. Instead, he continued to rip into Phantasmo, though now he lowered his voice, lest the rest of the boys hear.

“You smell like a homeless person,” Jay bit out, now standing over Phantasmo, who was clutching the towel in his hands and studying it like he’d never seen one before in his life. “For fuck’s sake,” Jay swore.

Jay was ripping off Phantasmo’s jacket before he had time to process the implications of doing so. The jacket was as soaked as the rest of him and Jay tossed it to the floor. El Phantasmo’s bags were in his own room across the hall, but Jay would find him something of his to wear. He couldn’t stay like this.

Phantasmo’s shirt went next, and Jay wanted the other man to protest, to wriggle, to sell it like a guy would if Jay was ripping off his shirt in the ring. It was supposed to be insulting, provocative- Scratch that, to provoke a response. Some part of Jay wanted ELP to fight him. Instead, the drunk Canadian just sat there like a petulant child, allowing himself to be undressed with minimal resistance. Jay wasn’t going to put up with that. He wasn’t Phantasmo’s keeper.

“Pants. Off,” Jay ordered in the most menacing voice he could muster, given what he was asking.

Jay turned his back to set about finding Phantasmo something to wear, bending down to dig through his bags. He kept a careful eye on Phantasmo in the mirror, watching as he fumbled pathetically with the fly of his jeans before finally shoving the offending clothing down around his ankles. He kicked them off his feet with all the coordination of a baby deer, flinging them somewhere across the room.

Jay shook his head in frustration, standing and setting his shoulders back before returning to Phantasmo with a t-shirt and a pair of sweats.

“You’ll have these dry cleaned before you give them back,” Jay sneered as he handed the clothing over, “and so help me if you get one drop of bodily fluid on them.”

Phantasmo didn’t dare look up at Jay, now stood over him so they were mere inches apart. Jay didn’t want to think about the proximity of Phantasmo’s face to a certain part of his own body, but the thought lingered there in his mind, dangerously close to the surface.

“So I’m not getting kicked out?” Phantasmo asked pathetically after a few tense moments.

The pitiful tone in the Canadian man’s usually cocky voice wrenched at something deep within Jay, causing Jay to move his hand towards the other man’s head. Again, long before he could consider the implications of such a thing. Jay placed his palm against ELP’s cheek, which felt hot under his palm. He contemplated slapping it, just to explain away what could only be described as an affectionate gesture, but something about Phantasmo’s downturned eyes gave him pause.

“Not tonight,” Jay said, gentler than he’d meant to.

El Phantasmo looked up at him then, and Jay was surprised to see the clarity in his eyes. After a moment, Phantasmo’s pitiful expression turned into a filthy smirk.

“So I can stop pretending to be drunk now?” he asked with a quirk of his lips.

Jay’s skin turned from hot to cold in an instant, his stomach gathering into knots. He’d been labouring under the impression that Phantasmo wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning, but now he knew the other man had been playing dumb. And yet, as the seconds went on and Jay continued to process this revelation, Phantasmo made no move to swat away Jay’s hand, or to dress in the offered clothes and leave the room. Instead, Phantasmo’s smirk stayed concrete in place - if anything it deepened as he stared up at Jay through his lashes.

Finally finished processing Phantasmo’s words, Jay was left with only one reasonable conclusion, one word that kept popping back up into his mind when he looked down at Phantasmo’s smug little face:

Brat.

Palm still against Phantasmo’s cheek, Jay hooked his thumb inside the other man’s mouth suddenly, wrenching his it open. Jay wasn’t even surprised when Phantasmo immediately began sucking on the intruding digit, his eyes never leaving Jay’s.

Jay knew a thing or two about brats by this point in his life, and he was pretty sure he knew what would wipe Phantasmo’s petulant little smirk right off his face.

With his free hand, Jay unzipped his fly expertly, freeing his leaking erection (Jay didn’t want to think about how long he’d been hard for) from his pants with little fanfare. He ought to have slow-rolled it, put on a show, but Jay was aching to see Phantasmo’s reaction to his size just as much as his balls were aching for release.

Sure enough, Phantasmo’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a stunned, open-mouthed expression. Jay thought he might have even see a little drool leaking from the corner of Phantasmo’s lips.

Enticed by the thought of Phantasmo’s wet mouth, Jay took himself in hand and guided the head of his cock towards Phantasmo’s parted lips. Jay didn’t expect Phantasmo to say no at this point, but he expected his brattiness to prevent him from giving in straight away. Instead, Phantasmo seemed just as pent up as Jay was, greedily swatting Jay’s hand away and taking Jay’s length in his own hand, stroking it briefly before guiding it towards his own mouth.

“Fuck,” Jay breathed as he watched Phantasmo taste his cock like it was his first sip of water after a long walk through the desert.

With nothing else to hold onto, Jay found his hands winding themselves into Phantasmo’s hair, which felt much softer than Jay had expected it to. He clutched the Canadian’s hair at the roots, content for now to simply go along for the ride.

Perhaps this was some kind of apology, or something Phantasmo had been thinking about as much as Jay had, because the older man lapped at the head of his dick in earnest, stopping only to swallow him until Jay’s pubes were rubbing against his nose, where he sucked long and deep.

Phantasmo took him so deep at one point that he choked, pulling off with a sudden pop and gasping for air. All that served to do was pull a strangled noise from somewhere deep in Jay’s throat.

Phantasmo tried to dive back in, but Jay stopped him by yanking on his hair until Phantasmo’s head was wrenched back, eyes watering.

“Just who do you think is in charge here?” Jay admonished, though he could barely maintain a scowl on his face, so enamoured was he becoming with his little brat.

Phantasmo said nothing, but Jay saw the way he squared his jaw, a hint of defiance in his eyes.

“Open your mouth,” Jay ordered.

Phantasmo hesitated, so Jay yanked harder on the other man’s hair. Phantasmo seemed to understand then that there was no escape, so he opened his mouth wide. Most likely he was expecting Jay’s cock again, but Jay had other plans.

Still with Phantasmo’s neck wrenched back by the hand in his hair, Jay leaned over him and spat directly into his mouth. To Phantasmo’s credit, he didn’t flinch. If anything, it seemed to turn him on, filth that he was.

“Good boy,” Jay praised, loosening his grip on Phantasmo’s head.

After that Phantasmo knew better than to try to take the reigns, instead opening his mouth wide and allowing Jay to fuck his mouth. Which Jay did in earnest, loving the feeling that he could push his whole dick inside the other man’s mouth, so far that it hit the back of his throat, and he would just take it and take it.

Jay rode Phantasmo’s face like there was nothing else in the world that mattered. He rode him until the older man’s eyes were watering and his fingers were clawing at Jay’s thighs. But still Jay didn’t relent, hand in his hair only tightening again until finally Jay felt the familiar snake of his orgasm coiling up in his belly.

Jay pulled out, stifling an uncharacteristically tender moan as he painted Phantasmo’s face with his cum. Jay used his hand to milk every last drop of it out of his body and onto Phantasmo’s face, into his mouth, down his neck. Jay wanted to mark this man as his, to own him and destroy him. When Jay finally finished it was with Phantasmo’s lips around the head of his dick, helping him to suck out every last drop.

Afterwards Jay felt boneless, collapsing onto the bed beside Phantasmo in a panting heap. He lay on his side, body curled inwards like he might if he were going to sleep. Phantasmo didn’t join him, but was admiring Jay’s handiwork in the mirror.

Phantasmo smirked at his own reflection, swiping two of his fingers over his cheek to collect some of Jay’s cum and then taste it, sucking on his fingers.

Jay reached a boneless arm out to pat Phantasmo on the shoulder, feeling as tired as though he’d just wrestled a thirty minute match.

“Good boy,” he told his brat.

Truly this was something very sinister. And Jay had a feeling it was just the beginning.

[kcloveswrestling]

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Oooh! I would love to see more daddy!elp! maybe with prompts 14, 34, 82 & 84.

El Phantasmo -- Headcanon

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 1189

pairing: fem!reader & ELP

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14 -- “You look so good, can’t wait to absolutely ruin you”

34 -- "Keep your eyes on me."

82 -- "You are so good to me, so good under me like this."

84 -- "Your eyes always glaze over when you're close, baby."

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“You look so good, can’t wait to absolutely ruin you.” He spoke, grabbing your smaller hand in his. His eyes locked with you, lips turned up in a playful grin as he raised your hand to his lips, gently kissing the fingertips. “My beautiful sunshine. So damn pretty, so damn sweet for me.”

You grinned, loving hearing his words of love and praise. They warmed you from the inside out.

The heat of his words brought a wave of desire crashing through you, settling deep between your legs.

He had surprised you when you came home, dinner on the table. Ordered in, of course. He was a man of many talents, but outside of a few dishes, he wasn’t much of a cook.

He even went as far as decorating your dining room with vases of flowers and candles. The sight was beautiful, as breathtaking as the man who arranged the whole thing.

The sweet gesture warmed your heart, reminding you of the amazing man you had fallen for. The rest of the world got to see various sides of him, but this side of him was reserved for you, and only you.

Your hand was still in his, not that you were complaining. You loved when he held your hand. So long as you were touching him, you had no complaints. The feeling of his skin against yours grounded you, keeping you steady.

You wrapped your other arm around his neck, grinning when he rested his forehead against yours. He too liked touching you as much as he could.

“Daddy,” you whispered, feeling his breath against your skin. “I want you.” To drive your point home, you pressed your body against his, feeling his hardening erection pressing back into you.

He chuckled, gently nipping on your fingertips. You giggled at the sensation before he dropped his hand. “Is that so, baby girl?” You simply nodded, causing a grin to spread across his face. “Well, tonight is about you. What you want, baby, you get.”

“I want you.”

A growl left him before his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy as he quickly claimed dominance, claiming your mouth. The contrast between his sweet words and the hungry way he claimed you was enough to leave you dizzy.

He lifted you with ease, letting your legs wrap around him. He ripped his mouth from yours for a moment. “Bed.” It was all he said before his mouth was hungrily pressed against yours once more.

He carried you through your shared home, back to the bedroom. Finally, he ripped his mouth from yours as he placed you on the ground.

“I love you, sunshine.” He whispered, and there it was. That side of him that only you got to see. “I am so in love with you.”

You smiled at his words, at the vulnerability he shared with you. You reached up, cupping his face. “I know.” You did know. In his words, and in his actions. He was never shy in the ways he expressed himself with you. “I love you too. With my whole heart.”

He kissed you once more. The kiss wasn’t as rough this time, though just as hungry. He cupped your face in his hands, taking his time to explore your mouth, to taste you.

“Come on, sunshine.” He whispered against your lips. “Kissing you is great, but I cannot wait to taste you.” You shuddered at his words, at the hidden promise laced in. You knew how dangerous he was with his mouth.

He reached behind you for the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down. He eased the straps down your arms, watching the fabric pool at your feet. He steadied you as you stepped out of the fabric, a foot kicking the dress to the side.

He didn’t speak as he unclasped your bra, slowly pulling the straps down over your arms. You felt yourself growing impatient, knowing what was coming next. Anticipation bubbled away inside of you. You wanted your man, the raw pleasure only he could bring you.

He knew that, of course. It was why he taunted you by going as slow as he did. He liked to savor the moment, knowing you were too impatient for that. Despite his earlier words, you knew you were still playing by his rules. He’d give you what you wanted, but only on his schedule.

Shooting you a grin, he knelt in front of you. He pressed a few soft kisses against your stomach, nipping at the flesh. You gently grabbed a handful of his blonde hair, soft moans spilling from your lips. He reached for the hem of your underwear, pulling them down your legs.

Without warning, he lifted you in his arms once more. You giggled as he took a few steps across the bedroom to your bed. He gently laid you on the bed, watching your head hit the mattress. He hovered over you for a moment, watching you.

He finally moved between your legs, spreading them open for him. “Damn, sunshine. This pretty pussy of yours is fucking soaked.” He taunted. He resumed the soft kisses to your stomach, nipping down on your hip bone, a hiss leaving your lips. “So damn good, baby. You are so good to me, so good under me like this.”

“Daddy,” you whimpered as his teeth nipped your skin once more. You whined at the sensation, the pain heavily mixing with pleasure.  

“You make the best sounds, baby.” He praised, fingers running up your thigh. He leaned forward, tongue swiping up as he gathered your wetness on your tongue. “So fucking tasty, sunshine. You’re such a good girl for daddy.” You whimpered, the praise of being good hitting you between your legs. More heat pouring through your body.

His tongue circled your clit, a groan leaving his mouth. You sucked in a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t think so, baby. Keep your eyes on me.”

You whimpered at his demand, obeying him as you looked at him once more. His eyes met yours as his mouth lowered to your pussy once more, tongue circling your clit once more.

Two fingers entered you, a slow rhythm that had you gripping the sheets. Your eyes fluttered once more, but you kept them open, kept them on him.

“Look at you, sunshine.” He praised, curling his fingers. You moaned, hips rocking against his hand. “My girl is being so damn good for me.” You felt yourself clenching around his fingers, knowing you were close.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, hips rocking against him once again. Your hands reached for his hair once again, feeling the soft waves under your fingers. “So close.”

“I know, sunshine.” He whispered, tongue circling your clit as he increased the pace. “Your eyes always glaze over when you’re close, baby.”

His fingers curled once more, hitting that spot. You groaned loudly, pleading with him. He sucked your clit in between his lips as your orgasm lingered in the air, right there.

“That’s it, sunshine. Come for me. Let me taste how sweet you are, baby girl.”