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grayson-baller · 1 year

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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.”

#El phantasmo smut #el phantasmo imagine #njpw imagine #njpw smut #wrestling smut #wrestling imagine

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year

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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…

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“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.

#el phantasmo x reader #elp fanfiction #el phantasmo imagine #elp imagine #elp x reader #el phantasmo #njpw smut #njpw wrestling #njpw imagine #masochist writes #masochist headcanons #krampus christmas 2022

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mystic-story-lover · 5 months

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~ Surprise ~

Clark Connors x Unnamed Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,269

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Orgasm (F),

Type: Smut

Summary: Clark receives a special gift for Christmas

A/N: If you squint, you can catch little glimpses of fluffy stuff

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“Shit, I remember that.” Clark laughed; she only rolled her eyes before standing from her spot on the bed.

He’d been on the phone with Dan for the past forty-five minutes, and she was beginning to become frustrated. Before his phone rang, the couple were starting an intimate moment, but it fell apart as quickly as it started. It wasn’t that she was mad per se, but after a week of him teasing her, all she wanted was to get him alone.

“As if man,” his laughter carried itself into the bathroom, where she decided to change into the Christmas gift that she’d ordered a few days prior. “You know that would--” His words trailing off as she stood in the open doorway.

“Having a good call?” Her voice soft; his eyes trained on the pink lingerie set she’d put on.

“I’ve got to go.” Without giving Dan a reason behind his sudden change in demeanor, Clark pulled the phone from his ear and pressed the red “end call” button. “Fuck, sweetheart, what’s all this?” He asked, standing from their bed, dropping his phone in the process.

“Well, it was supposed to be your Christmas gift.”

“Supposed to be?” He smirked, one of his cocky ones that drove her wild.

“I may have gotten a tad impatient waiting on you to end your phone call.” She giggled as he stalked his way towards her. “So, are you going to unwrap your gift, or should I change?”

Clark growled, stopping in his tracks as he reached her. “Oh sweetheart, I’m not only going to unwrap it, but I’m going to fucking ruin it.” She gasped, and he began to circle her, eyeing her as if she were his prey. “I’ve got to say, you look fucking stunning in that shade of pink.” He groaned, stepping closer to her. His arms slid around her waist from behind.

“I wanted to match your gear as best as I could.” She sighed as his hands began to rub her hips. “It was not an easy task.” A giggle left her lips when Clark kissed her cheek, clearly showing his appreciation.

“Is that why Gabe asked if I knew the exact shade of my gear?” He teased.

“He wasn’t supposed to ask.”

“I think, and just hear me out, I should show you just how much I love the gift.” She could feel his lips turn into a smirk against her ear.

“Please,” she wanted it, him.

“Yeah, you want that?” Another teasing question, and she groaned. “Get on the bed baby.” His tone demanding, sending shivers down her spine. He released her waist, watching her go.

When she reached the bed, she turned, allowing herself to sit on the edge of it. Her left hand rose, and she used her index finger to make a ‘come here’ motion, to which Clark followed. He stopped, again, as he reached her. Using her other hand, she reached for his shirt, bunching it, and bringing him to her level. He’d known what she wanted, granted it being obvious, and he gave in, placing a passionate kiss on her lips. It was gentle, but she knew that it was only temporary.

“Lay back, baby.” Clark whispered, and she did exactly as he said. “Fucking look at you, all spread out for me.”

She whimpered. “Please, Clark. I need you.” His eyes found hers, a mischievous smirk resting on his lips.

That smirk, the one she knew so well, meant nothing but trouble. He planned to take his time, teasing her, making her plead for his hands on her body, and he was going to do exactly that.

“I’m right here baby.” His words only caused her to huff out a breath of air. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

It wasn’t, and he knew that.

Slowly, Clark pulled himself onto their bed, his hands reaching for her calves. A whine came from her as he used his fingertips to trail a path up her legs, leading to the place she wanted him most. Carefully, his fingers slid into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down slightly; she lifted her hips, allowing him to pull them off with ease. Once they were off, Clark began to place kisses on her thigh. Soft mewls of pleasure came from her throat, only egging him on in his agonizingly slow teasing.

And then he moved his lips to her other thigh, inching to her wet core again. She used her right hand to slide her fingers into his hair, trying to urge him closer, only causing him to stop in his tracks. A groan of annoyance came from her.

“Should I get my belt to keep those hands preoccupied?” She shook her head.

He didn’t say anything else, only blowing air against her folds, making her gasp. Clark placed his rough hands on her thighs, spreading them an inch further before he delved in. He stroked his tongue against her slit, stopping just before her clit.

“Clark...” she panted. He moaned against her, the vibrations making her moan. She’d expected him to further his teasing, so it came to no surprise when he pulled his tongue away. “You weren’t supposed to stop.”

“I’m only enjoying my gift.” He laughed in his throat, only causing her to become more frustrated.

“I can still take this gift away.” The threat was empty, both knew that.

“Suppose you do that; how do you plan on getting what you’re looking for?”

“I swear, you are the worst.” He laughed again, but the smile on her face didn’t go unnoticed.

Lowering his head, Clark swiped his tongue against her folds again, this time sliding up to her clit. When he sucked on her clit, her fingers threaded through his hair again, this time tugging in pleasure. He removed his right hand from her thigh, bringing it underneath, giving him access to push two fingers fully inside her.

“Oh...” she moaned, bucking her hips against his tongue as it continued to swirl through her aching core. He brought his free hand to her hips, holding them down against the mattress.

“Fucckk!” She cried out, her body still reeling from the pleasure she was receiving. “Oh, fuck right there!” Clark moaned for a second time as he curled his fingers, the final straw, to push her over the edge. Helping her ride out her high, Clark continued to flick his tongue, until he was certain she was ready for more.

“I ever tell you that I love how you sound each time you come for me?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her hip before sitting up.

She laughed, joyfully, and watched as he removed his hand off her hips. Placing one hand on either side of her body, Clark dragged himself up, leaning down to kiss her. This time, it was quick, sloppy even; all he wanted was to feel his mouth on hers.

“Mmm,” he sighed against her lips. He was the first to pull away, using the opportunity to look at her. It didn’t matter if they’d just had sex, or if she’d just woken up, she’d always been perfect in his eyes. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

“Good, I’m glad you do. But for the sake of what we’re doing, don’t mind me if I’m not quite a gentleman anymore.” He joked, causing her to laugh.

She watched as he pulled himself off the bed, and as he removed the clothes he’d been wearing. It didn’t take long before he did unwrap the rest of his present. Best idea ever.

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windhamsrotunda · 1 year

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Bloodmoney - Jay White

Pairing: Jay White x Female! Reader (mentioning of Tama Tonga)

Synopsis: Backstage, you happen to be talking to one of your co-workers at NJPW, Tama Tonga. Jay crosses paths with you, and is seemingly the jealous type. But you had absolutely no idea what he could be capable of behind closed doors.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Jealous / Dominant!Jay, Dumbification, Sex with Consent, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Aftercare, 18+ Only.

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested by: @cuttingedge3

Thousands of thoughts rushed through your brain like motion detectors as you were casually strolling backstage, your high heels clicking against the solid concrete floors. The sound of your high heels were louder than your voice in the back of your mind, well, you could barely hear yourself think. You carried your bag that was lazily slung over your shoulder, you had all of these mixed emotions about how Jay had recently confessed to you how ‘’he liked you’’ and how it was possibly gonna ruin your friendship for good.

But you were overthinking shit again like you always were.

As your leather bag plopped down hard onto the concrete without any mercy, you glanced down at your own feet for a second. Snapping out of your daydreaming, your eyes narrowed down at your phone, suddenly, you felt a swift tap on your shoulder.

‘’Who in the fuck—’’

‘’Oh, hi Y/N! Did I catch you at a bad time?’’ Your co-worker Tama questioned in curiosity, feeling a bit bad from startling you since you were so focused into your phone you didn’t even acknowledge him crossing paths with you.

You let out a small giggle

‘’Nah, I didn’t see you come towards me. Sorry about that. But hey, how have you been stranger?’’ You replied in a joking manner, giving him a welcoming hug.

‘’I’ve been well, thanks. How’s everything with you?’’

‘’Same old, same old. Although I have been hitting the gym and trying to lose weight. As a matter of fact, I believe I’ve made some progress.’’ Tama flashed a charming smile at you, a smile that you could never forget.

You and Tama talked for a good couple of minutes, right when you were about to go your separate ways, Jay White was lurking down the hall.

‘’I’ll catch you later, take care of yourself for me alright?’’ Tama gave you a wink and a hug.

‘’Okay, see you later!’’ You waved, smiling widely.

‘’Hey, who in the hell was that were you talking to?’’ a voice erupted behind you, making you spin around quickly.

‘’Jay? I thought you had a match! Don’t be silly, that’s just a friend of mine, his name is Tama,’’ You explained, the lump in your throat grew.

Jay seemed as if he either lost his match or he was a bit ticked off by the fact you were caught talking to another guy.

His eyebrows knitted.

‘’A friend? Then why was he flirting with you, huh Y/N?’’ He inquired sternly, ‘’I saw him wink at you, I am not stupid. He was showing off for you.’’

‘’Okay, look Jay. If you’re going to be that way, then forget about what you said about wanting to be more than friends. I know what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to be controlling and jealou—-’’

Within a matter of seconds, you knew you fucked up. He cut you off, grabbing your hand by force and dragging you to his locker room that was three doors down the hall. Jay let go of the grip on your hand, slamming the door behind him.

‘’I don’t give a damn about who he is or what he’s capable of, but he should know who you actually belong to,’’ He said, inching his way closer to you.

You smelt the strong scent of men’s cologne lingering off of him, your face began to wash over in sexual frustration. The sexual tension between you and your ‘’not made it official yet’’ boyfriend was bearing. You had two choices, either you leave the locker room untouched or take it like a woman should.

Your heart skipped a beat as his hand met your jawline, his calloused fingers softly grazing over your jaw.

‘’I have been always waiting for this moment since the day I laid my eyes on you, Y/N. I want you to know who owns you.’’ He murmured, eyes never taken off of your’s. ‘’Besides, I bet Tama can’t make you feel as good as I will make you feel right in this locker room.’’

You were lost in the moment, your head was spiraling with sexual fantasies that you could never imagine happening. Your blood rushed from your head down to your garden, Jay was barely touching you although his voice alone turned you on. Everything, including the thought of him turned you on.

You needed to be punished.

Wasting no more time, Jay backed you into the wall and pressed all of his body weight against yours, he hoisted you up off of the ground so you could have a chance to wrap your legs around his waist. His hard erection through his ripped jeans poked at your thigh, he stared a hole right through you as he continued to dirty talk his way into fucking you senseless.

‘’All of these sick fantasies you have about me are about to come into reality,’’ He whispered, his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs as he kissed you with so much passion. ‘’Why have you waited so long for this moment, hmm? Instead of hesitating, all you had to do was ask. And I would’ve took the offer in a heartbeat.’’

His heavy breathing trailed down your sensitive neck, his teeth nipping at the sweet spot of your collarbone. You let out a soft cry, eyeing down at his rock hard erection that was visible.

‘’My eyes are up here, sweetheart. You won’t wait any longer for my cock.’’ Jay teased, grinding his hips against yours. ‘’I promise I’m a man of my word, just remember that.’’

Biting down on your lip, he carried you without effort to the locker room shower. He undressed you and followed by him removing his clothes completely. He lifted you up to bury his hands underneath your ass. Stepping into the shower with caution, he backed you into the shower wall. Starting the shower, the water spurted down as it began to get both of your bodies wet.

His crumbled fist found locks of your h/c hair, yanking your head back with a little bit of added force to it, but not too hard. Your eyes locked onto his orbs, his breathing began to become heavier than the sound of the water rushing down onto the both of you in the shower.

Without any knowledge of what he was about to do next, his eyes screamed for consent of owning you and fucking you into oblivion. Jay turned to his choice on sinking his cock deep inside of you, the head of his cock slipping into you with ease. You tilted your head back, a high pitched moan or two escalated out of you.

‘’J-Jay, my fucking god!’’

Picking the pace up, his dick now pounding in and out of you while he watched you grip around nothing. His hands were still buried underneath your ass, the side of his face fell into the crook of your neck, moaning aloud.

‘’Mhhh my god, Y/N. Didn’t really realize how good this will feel to both me and you.’’

His panting became much heavier, he was enjoying every second of this moment with you. Your face softened, blissful moans drowned the sound of the shower running. As your sore breasts jolted up, Jay’s hand quickly moved away from your bottom to attach it around your throat. He squeezed softly, while hoisting you up with one hand now without any effort. You let out a breathy moan, barely wincing at the contact he had around your throat. The pressure was soft, although he had no intention of hurting you – he wanted you to know who owns you.

‘’Who do you belong to?’’ He asked in a raspy tone, his large fingers aligned with your jawline.

‘’You. I belong to you!’’ You bellowed out, eyes pierced into his.

‘’Good girl.’’

He released his softened grip on your jawline, strands of his black hair fell into his moon-lit face. He looked so fucking sexy when he looked like this. An animalistic growl came out of Jay, your knees slowly starting to feel like jello.

‘’Where do you want me to cum, hmm? On your pretty little face?’’ He leaned to press his forehead against yours, hinting to you that he was close.

‘’Cum on my pretty little face.’’ Your lips tugged into a smirk.

‘’On your knees,’’

The head of Jay’s cock left your pulsating entrance, you obliged to get on your knees. His 6’1 height towered over you, he pumped himself a few times before releasing all over your face. He watched in amusement as you licked your lips seductively, with your finger slipping into your mouth humming at the taste.

‘’So fucking beautiful.’’ He praised.

Helping you off of your knees, he wrapped you in a dark blue towel securely.

‘’Did you enjoy our little shower session?’’ He asked, smiling playfully.

‘’Yes, I loved it a lot. I like when you show your animalistic side.’’ You confessed blushing.

‘’You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart. This is only the beginning to our love triangle.’’

A/N: Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! - Shar?

#jay white x reader #jay white fanfic #jay white njpw #jay white imagine #jay white drabble #jay white smut #njpw x you #jay white x you #jay white angst #njpw wrestling #njpw fanfiction #njpw x reader #tama tonga #njpw smut #bullet club

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scribensmulier · 17 days

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Open-Mouthed Wonderment

gif is my own pairing: yoh x f!reader word count: 788 warnings: mutual masturbation, facial, cumplay

the title is from a poem by the Roman poet Lucretius, talking about Mars embracing Venus: "throwing back his handsome neck and gazing up at you, in open-mouthed wonderment he feasts his greedy eyes with love; and, as he reclines, his breath hangs upon your lips."

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You lay your head back on the mattress, basking in Yoh’s touch as he kneels between your legs. His lips trail along your inner thighs, fingertips just barely venturing near your core. He knows you’re already wet for him, but he’s never been one to refuse an opportunity to tease you.

Yoh gently parts your lips before his gaze, lost in the decadent sight of your desire. He catches your eye, letting you think he’s going to finally slide his finger inside you, but instead he removes his hands from your thighs.

“No, come back,” you all but whine at him.

He shakes his head, his usual mischievous smirk on his face. “Show me what you do.”

You cock your head, not sure what he means. “What I do… when?”

“When I’m not here. Show me how you touch yourself.”

Oh. That. Your face flushes with heat. It’s not like it’s a secret that you masturbate; Yoh knows that, of course. But he also knows you’re embarrassed by the idea of explicitly describing your own practices to anyone, even him.

He’s still smiling as he presses another kiss to your thigh, putting you at ease. You prop yourself up on some pillows and inhale deeply. One of your hands holds your breast as you slide the other hand down your abdomen.

You hear Yoh’s breath hitch when you start to circle your clit, not unlike your own breath catching in your throat. Being watched so intimately is hotter than you expected it to be. You dip your finger lower, gathering your own wetness and swirling it up around your nub.

Yoh sits back, his dark eyes never leaving you. He had been hard before asking you to perform for him, but now he’s almost painfully so, watching the woman he loves get swept up in her own pleasure, catered exactly to what she desires. He memorizes everything, noting which movements give you a chance to catch your breath and which stir you back into a frenzy. As he watches, he almost subconsciously wraps a hand around himself, precum following his grip as he strokes from head to base and back again.

You glance over at him, not surprised to see he has joined you in self-pleasure. Watching Yoh, you understand now, that desire to watch. Even as his gaze remains focused on your center, even as he chews his lower lip at the corner when you slide two fingers into your wetness, some part of him is still fixated on chasing his own desires. Seeing him so worked up only encourages you, and you let out a not-so-soft moan as you curl your fingers to hit the right spot.

“Keep going,” he whispers, uncharacteristically quiet for once. “Please.”

“You too,” you respond, matching his tone.

Yoh’s hand moves more quickly, grips more firmly, and his breathing is getting ragged. He resists the impulse to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a second of his girl’s private show.

Your other hand joins the first, adding just a tiny bit of pressure to your clit at first, then rubbing more intently as you continue to finger yourself under Yoh’s watch. The added stimulation surges you closer to your peak, and Yoh is quick to notice the tiny signs that you are going to come soon.

He slows his own actions, simply holding his erection for the time being as he leans forward again and begins kissing and nipping at your thighs. That tiny bit of pain shoves you over the edge, neither hand slowing as you work yourself through your orgasm, Yoh’s mouth never leaving your flesh.

As you collapse to catch your breath, Yoh climbs over you until he is straddling your torso. Your view of his aching cock is entirely unimpeded as he returns to his stroking directly before your face. You grab onto his thighs, desperate for contact as he grits his teeth. You slip one of your hands down to fondle his balls, triggering his imminent climax. With a growl he coats your face and chest in come, throwing his head back when he has emptied himself.

He looks down at you and uses his finger to draw some of the cum on your face across your lips. You eagerly lick his finger clean, smiling back. Somehow you both start to laugh at the same moment. What had started as a slow handsy cuddle session had ended with you pressed beneath Yoh and covered in his release.

He kisses you deeply, disregarding the mess he has left on your face. Once he slides off of you, you walk together on wobbly legs to the bathroom to clean each other up before resuming your lazy cuddling.

#yoh #yohei komatsu #yoh x reader #njpw fanfiction #yoh smut #yoh fanfiction #njpw smut #im sad about his injury so i dug this out and ever so slightly polished it and here it is #please forgive my pretentious shit about the poetry near the start #i was flipping through the poem for inspo and that part leapt out at me and it was just the exact vibe i wanted

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deepdisireslonging · 28 days

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Finn Balor/Prince Devitt Masterlist

Fright Club (F)

An Alliance (F, wrestling violence)

Rough Life (A, F)

Beltane (S) [Demon King]

Dangerous (AR, S) [Prince Devitt]

My King, My Queen, My Love (AR, S) [Demon King]

A Deal for Eternity (AR, S, Breeding Kink) [Demon King]

Maybe (AR, F, Implied S)

Trick and Treats (Finn/R/Noam Dar, AR, S)

The Forbidden Door (Stripper!Balor, S)

A Throne Fit for a Queen (BirthdayGirl!Reader, S)

#finn balor #masterlist #finn balor x reader #finn balor fanfiction #finn balor smut #finn balor angst #finn balor fluff #wrestler x reader #wwe x reader #njpw x reader

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heelwriting · 4 months

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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.

#el phantasmo x reader #el phantasmo smut #el phantasmo imagine #el phantasmo #el phantasmo fanfiction #el phantasmo one shot #wrestling imagine #wrestling one shots #njpw fanfiction #12 days of christmas #12daysofchristmas

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coleskingdom · 2 months

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Commonwealth Kingpin

Will Ospreay x female reader

Smut

"When can we leave?” I asked Will, I was tired of this party. We had been here for hours I smiled beside him and made small talk. Every time I excused myself from the conversation, his eyes followed me through the hotel ballroom.“ Do you have something you’d rather be doing?” his voice irritated. “Yes, you” I knew I was being a brat when I said it. He drew in a deep breath, and the smile on his face sent a shiver down my spine. “Careful my love” he said in a low voice facing me now, “You’re testing my patience . This is part of it now, this what I have to do.” His irritation not only with me, but at the situation. “I’m going to go find Zack, I’m sure his conversations are more fun.” I said turning, his hand caught my wrist and his eyes flashed, “ You’re my missus, you will not leave my side at my party.”his voice fighting to remain calm his thumb rubbing circles on my pulse point, he released my wrist and slid his hand into mine. The night continued, and I’d make little quips low enough for only him to hear. As the night drew to a close, we made our exit towards the door, he led me to the bank of elevators one already waiting on us.

“Where are we going? I don’t want to do an after hours party.” I whined “ I just want …” , he cut me off “ If you keep acting like a brat, I’m going to treat you like a brat. Don’t forget who I am and what I am especially to you sweetheart.” his voice hard and demanding. “ Yes Sir” I said knowing how much that pleases him. He smirks “ that’s right, I can tell you’re starting to remember.” His finger tips tracing the side of my jaw. He leans in “ I’ve known all night, sweetheart, exactly what you’ve wanted. You think that I don’t know your little stunt down there was because you didn’t get to have me right after the match. That I didn’t fill you to the brim, screaming my name in the locker room. That you didn’t get to fuck me one last time in that locker room, where you first realized why they called me the commonwealth kingpin. “

The elevator opened and Will led me down to the hall to our room. He pinned me against the door, his hands grabbing my wrists over my head kissing me deeply, knowing how much I needed to touch him, that I wanted him, I wanted to take care of him. He broke the kiss but not before biting my lip causing me to moan. “Will please….” My voice taking a desperate tone. His hand dropped my wrists and he tilted my chin , hand gripping my cheeks so that I was looking into his eyes. “Love, this could have been so much easier for you, you could be running your hands up my chest, pulling me against you, I’d have let you have control. Instead you had to act like a brat, so now I’m going to treat you like a brat. Follow me, and if you’re a good girl, then I’ll give you what you want.”

I followed him, taking my heels off and letting the dress drop as we walked. When he turned he saw, the emerald green, white and gold, lingerie that I had ordered just for him and tonight. He sucked in a breath, “fuck”he said as he exhaled. He took off the suit jacket, and unbuttoned the dress shirt,before he sat in the leather club chair. “ Get on your knees.” his eyes met mine, making sure we were on the same page, I nodded as I lowered myself to the ground. I took off his shoes. His hands undoing his pants, freeing his magnificent cock. He moved to the edge of chair giving me better access, “Put your bratty mouth to good use” I took my time, kissing and licking, before taking him in my mouth. His moans and groans, his hands tugging at my hair encouraging me, " You talk such a big game, when your mouth isn’t full of my cock.” I moaned at his words, I loved when he talked like this, he increased the speed of his thrusts I gag slightly, flattening my tongue, so I can take him all the way in my mouth. “ Fuck Sweetheart, I’m going to come if you keep going.” I nod sucking him in deeper as he unloads in my mouth and I swallow every drop, milking him through his release. “ You did so well, now go get on the bed.”. His voice husky, and full of lust.

I got on the bed I stretched my arms over my head, arching my back. “ I see you’re taking your victory lap, you still haven’t learned your lesson.” I turned my head to look at him, he had taken off his shirt and pants joining me on the bed. He straddled me, he reached for one arm, and brought it to my side, trapping it with his thigh, he did the same with the other with my arms completely trapped, he smirked. “Oh sweet girl, I’m going to show you what a victory lap is, don’t you dare cum until I tell you to. “ he said. “Yes sir” my only response. He kissed me, moving the hair out of my face, he dipped his head nibbled on my ear “so compliant, when I have you pinned to the bed. I think you like this though, a lot.”His hands came to the front clasp of the bra undoing it quickly. He kissed the top of my breasts before taking one of my nipples in his mouth sucking and nibbling, his hands skimming my torso while paying equal attention to my other breast. I moaned his name, his light touches along my torso lit fires everywhere.

“ I’m going to take my time love, and I’m not even to my favorite part yet.” his tone changing to a more mischievous one. He kisses down my torso stopping “ Now, if I let you have your hands back, you can only touch my head and yourself okay.”he said “ Yes Will I promise.” I said he widened his stance my arms free, I reach to kiss him. He meets me for a kiss a long deep kiss, that left me lifting my hips offering myself to him. “ My sweet girl, I know you’re trying to distract me but it’s not going to work.” He’s at the end of the bed, grabbing my legs and pulling me down to the end. I giggled at the unexpected move but quickly sighed as Will began to kiss up my thighs, sucking and biting on the inside of my thigh. I gasped as he his hands reached the panties “ Now lift your hips for me. If I didn’t like this set so much I’d have destroyed both pieces.” His voice muffled. I raised my hips and he threw them somewhere, laughing at how far they flew. Then he refocused his attention, he’s on his knees at the end of bed. He positioned my legs over his shoulders and his mouth was on me as his hands ran up and down my legs. His mouth went directly for my clit licking and sucking, his tongue doing this motion that was the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. He would pull back letting me get my breath back, then he was on back. “Oh God Will” I moaned, the other noises incoherent. He inserted two fingers, setting a rhythm, his tongue lightly flicking my clit now. “ More please” I moaned, he did the come hither motion and my back arched off the bed “No not yet, I know, I know but when I tap your thigh you can come for me. Just ride my fingers, I’ve got you” he said his mouth returning to my clit with the sucking licking I felt the pressure build in my abdomen, it was a more intense feeling than I had ever felt. I clinched my walls around his fingers trying to concentrate “ please will, please, will.” I moaned the last word cracking I was just focusing on breathing. He tapped my thigh my body took a second to realize my release flooded, through me and into his mouth and his fingers, my back came off the bed. “That’s it sweetheart. You’re so beautiful.” he said his tone soft. Kissing the inside of my thigh, my hand over my face knowing I made a mess.

I felt him over me, he kissed me softly, I felt him at my entrance, I was so wet that he was able to slide all the way in one fluid motion. I gasped at the fullness, his long strokes, hitting the deepest spot. My hands reached for his muscular ass , as I spread my legs even wider

“ My sweet girl isn’t so mouthy now that that she’s under me letting me fuck her.” his voice smug but there was love in his eyes. “ please will” he changed the angle, and his fingers finding my sensitive clit .i felt his cock twitch inside of me knowing we were both close, I clenched around him. “Will please I’m so close” , he thrusted in and put pressure on my clit and that was it I came around his cock the same intensity as my first orgasm.” He changed the position again and his thrusts became more erratic,his moans and whimper were just soft enough for my ears to hear I felt his release. I ran my hands up and down his back, he buried his face, in my shoulder. He pulled out of me and pulled me into him as he scooted up the bed.

I laid my head on his chest his arms holding me tightly. “Do you know why I asked when we could leave the party?” I asked, “This?” He said “ No, you hadn’t eaten all day, you had that look like there was to much going on and I was worried about you.” I said softly. “ Well now I feel like an ass, you just went along with this.”he smiled “I’m going to make it up to you, how about a bath and room service.” His voice low “ Yes sir” I laughed as he left the bed.

#Spotify #will ospreay x reader #will ospreay smut #will ospreay #aew fanfiction #njpw fanfiction

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 1 month

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Black Widow

Zack Sabre Jr X gender neutral reader

Zack helps Y/n with a tricky submission move

Requested by: @yukioni02

Main Masterlist

I was growing beyond frustrated trying to figure out this new move. I was trying to add the black widow submission to my list of signature moves but for some reason, this move was harder than I thought. “Let’s go over it again,” I said to one of the young lions I was using as a practice dummy. I started off with a regular collar and elbow lock up, I then grabbed the head and went straight into a wrist lock. I then went to wrap one of my legs around the young lion's neck when they collapsed to the ground again. I realized that this was not my fault but it was the young lion that wasn’t being a good base. “Okay, that’s enough for today. Head back to the locker room” I told the young lion who was quick to exit the ring. “They are afraid of you, you do realize that right?” I could recognize that annoying voice anywhere. It was Zack Sabre Jr, he knew I had been struggling with this move and instead of helping he just laughed at my failure. I turned to meet the tall brit. “Good, they should know how to be a sturdy base,” I spat at him.”Still struggling with that move?” He asked me, “What do you think?” “I’ll take that as a yes. Ya know you should have asked me if you needed help. The Black Widow is almost identical to my Octopus submission” I knew what Zack was trying to do. He wanted to show off and prove he was a better wrestler than me. As much as I didn’t want his help, not being able to execute this move was killing me. “Fine”

As much as the guy was a jerk he sure knew how to wrestle. He was a great teacher, I understood why the Dojo always asked him to teach seminars. Although I still think I do better seminars. Regardless Zack broke down the move step by step. He was surprisingly patient with me and didn’t mind my million questions. Finally, after what felt like forever I got the move. I had Zack right where I wanted him, I had my body wrapped around his, making him tap out. I let go of the submission and walked around the ring telling all the non-existent fans in the gym that I was indeed a better wrestler than Zack Sabre Jr. Just then, I felt him grab my wrist, spinning me around and pulling me chest to chest to him. After that I’m not sure what he did, all I know is that I ended up on the ground, Zack on top of me. I knew he was just messing around and this was nothing but two people wrestling but there was something in the air that made me feel like there might be something more here. The two of us were out of breath, we just lied there exhausted from our previous activities. Just then Zack said something I would never expect him to say. “Although you are a total bitch, I must say you look real pretty underneath me” I could feel myself blush at his comment. “You have no idea how much of a bitch I can be '' I told him as I flipped us over so I was now on top of him. “Why don’t you show me then”

#bullet clubs bitch #new japan pro wrestling #njpw lb #njpw fanfiction #njpw smut #zack sabre jr njpw #zack sabre jr x reader #zack sabre jr imagine #zack sabre jr fanfic #zsj #zack sabre jr #zack sabre jr fic #zack sabre jr gif #zack sabre jr oneshot #all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction #zack sabre jr x gender neutral reader

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daddyhausen · 11 months

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👄 making out headcanon with mark davis

• making out headcannons — mark davis •

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{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { mark davis masterlist }

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{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 114

{ pairing } — fem!reader x mark davis

{ genre } — fluff

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{ taglist } — @cosmoholic13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @elsteenerico @igncrxntripley

{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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{ 👄 — making out headcannons }

he gets so caught up in the moment

his hands will roam, tugging at clothes and gripping at your flesh

he moans into kisses

sometimes he’ll wrap a hand around your throat

lightly of course, he doesn’t want to hurt you

he’ll apply just enough pressure to have your head spinning

he’ll be on a warpath if making out leads to something more

he has no problem breaking a couple of lamps or other small items on his way to the bed

far too entranced by your kisses

most of the time you’ll be seated on his lap

one arm wrapped around your waist

the other either around your neck or holding your chin

he’d bite lightly at your bottom lip or across your jawline

he’ll whisper praises in your ear about how much he loves you and how good you make him feel

#{ my fics : 🤍 }#mark davis #mark davis x reader #mark davis imagine #mark davis smut #mark davis fanfic #njpw #new japan pro wrestling #njpw imagine #njpw smut #njpw fanfic #aussie open #united empire #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut

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plentyoffandoms · 1 month

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Main Masterlist ♡ The Sweetest Taboo Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestler Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: smut under the cut. P in v. Unprotected sex. Face-sitting. Oral (f receiving)

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Requested by @hooks-martin . Hope you like it.

WC: 418

#22. Feel free to use kisses as a method to shut me up anytime.

"That's it, love. Right on my face. I am a big boy, I won't die." His hands were gripping my waist as I hovered over his head.

I am once again contemplating if I should sit, when he slapped my ass, hard, making me yelp, in a non-sexy way I may add.

"Come on, baby. I can see how wet you are. I need a taste."

I gripped the headboard and sat down, the two of us moaning. I couldn't help the gasp leave my mouth at the feeling of us mouth and tongue on my pussy. I have never had someone eat me out like this, and I never want to go back to the old way.

Dan had my legs shaking around his head in no time. His nose bumping against my clit, making me groan at the combination of it all.

"No more. I can't take anymore." I whined, which made him stop suddenly. He helped me lay next to him in the bed, but he rolled over and hovered above me, kissing me. I moaned at the taste of myself on his lips.

"I got you, baby. Just lay there." He started to kiss down my body, making me shiver.

I didn't want to seem like a pillow princess, so I said I could get on top. He kissed me once more, with even more passion. He pulled back, and settled between my legs, tapping his cock against my pussy.

"Feel free to use kisses as a method to shut me up anytime." I teased, just as he slid into me, bottoming out.

My eyed squeezed shut at how full I was. "Fuckin' hell Dan." He pulled back and thrusted back into me, making me gasp.

"Biggest one you ever had in this pretty pussy, baby? I can tell with how tight you are squeezing me." He groaned as his speed increased.

He fucked me so hard, I couldn't help but scream through it all. My nails left marks in his back. He left marks on my skin with his mouth and hands.

Dan fucked me though each orgasm, never once letting up. Then he stilled, falling on top of me, his face in my chest as he came. My eyes got real wide with how much cum there was.

Dan didn't move from on top of me, as I ran my fingers through his hand, pushing it away from his face.

"I need some food." He said.

"Pizza?" I suggested.

"Yes, please."

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla @crowleysqueenofhell @yukioni02

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grayson-baller · 1 year

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snapshots -- El Phantasmo --

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author's note: Hi! This one took me a week to write because it is SO long. I tried to trim it, but here we are. It's pretty fluffy, with smut and some angst.

warnings: smut--18+, oral sex, fingering, female and male orgasms, use of real names

word count: 7307

pairing: fem!reader & el phantasmo

summary: snapshot moments of beginnings, endings, second changes, and everything inbetween

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masterlist: ++

tags: @shelickedthebeater @legit9thlunaticwarrior @stxrrlightwrites13

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“Thanks for this,” you said, holding up the bag of candy he brought you. You grinned at him, thankful for the snack and quick rush of sugar. It still made you laugh that El Phantasmo brought you candy, hanging with you before his matches. Tonight, he stood next to you, his own wide grin on his face. He hadn’t needed anything, but lingered around your station most of the evening. He wore his wrestling tights, and a bullet club tee. His signature beanie and sunglasses sat on top of his jacket, off to the side of your work station.

His blonde curls were damp, sprayed down for his upcoming match. Little hairs had stuck up some, the messy look working for him.

Not that you were looking.

He reached over, hand sneaking into the bag before stealing a piece. He complained about this candy constantly, but stole some every time he brought you a bag. You didn’t mind sharing. The mixture of candy and his presence had stirred things deep within you.

Emotions you didn’t have words for—didn’t want to try and voice. He was your friend, and a good one at that. What started as him needed assistance on ripping a shirt for his entrance had turned into a friendship you cherished. You met in the UK, working backstage as a stylist, while putting yourself through school.

He brought you candy back then too. When you had exams, he quizzed you. Sometimes he sat with you before or after his matches, keeping you company while you worked. He texted you, checking in when he was on the road. Even if he wasn’t there physically, you constantly felt his presence in your life. He was a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen when you needed to vent.

Warm arms that engulfed you in comfort the night you realized your ex was cheating on you.

Your person. Your best friend. The person that got you, understood you. You had been happy for him when he was signed to NJPW, and heartbroken all at once. You wanted the best for him, knowing he was a good wrestler with talent that he deserved to share with the world. It was the best move for him career-wise.

That didn’t mean you liked the idea of saying goodbye to your best friend. That part stung, a deep cut you weren’t sure how to heal from. An ELP-sized hole in your life would be hard to fill. You had been a fan of his in and out of the ring. He talked wrestling with you, showing you hours of tapes of his old favorite wrestlers. He always blushed when you told him that he was your favorite. Lucky for you, he still had your back. He hadn’t been gone a few weeks before texting you about a potential job opening.

You never planned on moving, on upstarting your life. Opportunity didn’t knock every day, and you had to admit that the idea of being near him again was nice.

He popped the stolen piece in his mouth, making a face. “This shit is gross.” His nose crinkled, and you hated the way it made your stomach flutter. You weren’t supposed to notice how cute he was when he made faces like that. “I don’t know why you eat it, sunshine.”

You grinned at the nickname. It had been years since he called you by your actual name—save for that fight you didn’t like to think about when he caught you having dinner with your cheating ex—but the nickname still made you smile. It was personal, something only he ever called you.

“Because they are delicious, Ri.” You defended, popping another piece in your mouth as he reached over for a second piece. “What I don’t know is why you keep eating pieces knowing you don’t like this.”

He shrugged his shoulder, tossing the sugary candy in his mouth. “Because you do.”

There it was. The shift in your friendship as of late that took familiar ground and shook up the foundation. Sometimes you felt lost at sea, without a map. Thick emotions hung in the air, looming over the two of you. It was comfortable, but it wasn’t purely friendly feeling that pulsed between you two in shocks of electrical waves.

Sparks. You could feel sparks with him. It was there, static clinging to the air around you. It was on the tip on your tongue, the curiosity almost too much to stomach. What would you even ask him? Did you want to rip that band-aid off, knowing what could happen?

He just coughed once, shifting awkwardly as he ran his fingers through his hair. You watched him for a moment, looking away the moment your eyes locked. Maybe there were some things better left unsaid.

You thought it might have been in your head at first. Maybe you were seeing things you wanted to see, that you were creating a situation that didn’t exist. Your mind playing tricks on you. You weren’t so sure about that anymore. Whatever shifted…he felt it too. His glances lingered longer than usual, his touches dancing dangerously close and lingering.

Others had noticed too. Kenta whistled once or twice when he caught the two of you together backstage, though that could have just been playful. You weren’t always sure. Jay had even said something one night. Well, a few different nights. He was the one most comfortable making comments. The one that stuck out the most to you was when he made a joke that Riley must have been glad to hear that your latest date had gone horribly.

You didn’t get a change to ask what that was supposed to mean. He had shot Jay a look, before taking off for the night. You hadn’t brought it up again. You chalked it up to a side-effect of the shift, of the things the two of you constantly left unspoken.

You finally looked back at him, catching his eyes on you. “Do…” you cleared your throat. “Do we have plans tonight?” Most of the time after shows a group of you went out, got some drinks, before going back to the place that you rented with Riley. Both of you had been looking for a permanent place, deciding it was probably easier—and cheaper—to rent a two-bedroom place together.

“Hey,” A voice called, and you turned to see Jay standing there, holding an article of clothing in his hand. “I was hoping to get your assistance on this real quick.” He shot you guys a grin, looking between the two of you for a moment. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“No problem, Jay!” You gleefully said, setting your bag of candy down on the table before glancing at your friend. “Don’t eat any while I’m gone.” He just shot you a grin, which you gladly returned. You looked at Jay for a moment, looking at his hands before opening the drawer at your station. “We were just discussing our plans for tonight. You aren’t interrupting anything. It’ll probably be meeting the group at the bar for some drinks anyway.”

“Actually,” Riley started, looking at you for a moment. You met his gaze, emotion swirling in his eyes. The shift hung there again, right above the two of you like a storm cloud. Pulses of electricity buzzed around you, pricking your skin and your heart. “I was going to see if you wanted to get some dinner with me, find a bar around the restaurant for a few drinks after.”

“Oh.”

“Just the two of us.”

Jay snickered, breaking the moment. You looked away from Riley, glancing back at the New Zealander as he had a wide grin on his face. “That sounds like a date.”

You glared at Jay for a moment, turning to see that your best friend was treating him to a glare as well. “Shut up, Jay.” You said, causing him to laugh. You looked at Riley for a moment, sucking in a breath. “He’s right though. That does kind of sound like a date.”

He just looked at you for a moment, glancing back at Jay. “You better go help him, Sunshine.” He said, nodding towards your friend. You opened your mouth to protest, but he just shot you a grin. “We’ll talk later. Go help him.”

Wordlessly, you nodded. You followed Jay a few steps away from your station, finding a quiet spot with good lighting. You didn’t say anything as you got to work, knowing this project wouldn’t take you more than just a few minutes. After, you could get back to Riley. Back to…was he asking you on a date?

No… Well, maybe.

“He likes you; you know.” Jay spoke after a moment, watching you work. He leaned against the wall, running his hand over his face. In a moment you’d be able to see your progress on him, making sure you were able to help. “Come on, you know that, right?”

“I’m not talking about this with you, Jay.”

He just laughed, throwing his head back. You didn’t like the way the sound rolled from him, especially at your expense. “That’s not an answer.” He laughed once more, and you shot him another glare. You loved your friend, truly, but he was an asshole sometimes. “Scratch that. It is. You just told me all that I need to know.”

“And what do you think you know?”

He laughed yet again. You’d never actually poke someone with a needle on purpose, but the thought was tempting. The kit was sitting right there, next to your boot.

“Come on, you aren’t dense, sweetheart.” You didn’t respond as you continued working, determined to get this done as quickly as possible. “It was a date because he likes you. He’s an open book. You can read him from a mile away. He wears his heart on his sleeve.”

You didn’t respond. Honestly, you didn’t know what to say. You spent so much of your time ignoring what was right there, in front of your eyes. You told yourself that it was easier, to have questions about what-if. Questions were easier to deal with than the chance of fucking up and losing your best friend.

“You’re not an open book, but that doesn’t mean you’re impossible to read. You have your tells.”

“I have tells?”

Jay nodded his head. “Yep. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how a few people backstage mentioned they asked you out. Good guys, ones that would look for serious relationships and commitment. You turn them down, to what, date online?” He scoffed, before chucking. “It’s your tell. You pick these fucking idiots that you know you have no future with. Because you are at least dating. You aren’t sitting around pining for your best friend.”

You handed him the shirt, not commenting on anything he said. You could feel the rush of heat to your cheeks, knowing you were likely blushing. “Here.”

Jay took it, slipping it over his head. “From a distance, it would look like you have the worst luck when it comes to dating, but it’s not bad luck. It’s sabotage. You like him too.” He spoke, eyes on you for a long moment, running his hand over his shirt before looking back at you. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

You nodded your head, packing your stuff up. “No problem.” You tucked your scissors into the pocket of your jeans. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

You headed back to your station, disappointment hitting you when he wasn’t still there. You sighed, putting the items back in your drawer. Jay’s words bounced around in your mind, and he was right. You hated it, but he was right.

You glanced at the candy, smiling slightly before closing the bag and tucking it into your drawer. The idea of candy lost it’s appeal when he wasn’t here to enjoy it with you. It wasn’t just the sugary treat that you liked when hanging with him backstage.

“I want to take you to dinner.” You heard his voice, before glancing over your shoulder. He had finished getting ready for his match, slipping his jacket and beanie on. You looked at the clock, knowing he had to get going so he wasn’t late.

“Ri—”

“Not like a date though.” He looked at you for a brief moment, emotion swirling in his eyes once more. “An actual date. I want to take you out to dinner and drinks as a date, sunshine. What do you say?”

You held his gaze for a moment, knowing that despite all your attempts to ignore it, it was never going to go away. It was there, the shift was real. It wasn’t a trick your mind was playing. Something in your friendship had chanced, and there was now the element of risk with the promise of him as a reward.

You knew you’d be an idiot if you ignored the way you felt about him, just because you were scared. You didn’t let opportunities pass you by, after all.

“Okay, Ri,” You said, watching the wide grin spread across his face.

To new beginnings…

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Whirlwind.

It was the only way to describe the last few weeks of your life. It was something that made you happy, knowing it felt like you were living a movie montage. Which, you knew was cheesy. Everything felt cheesy as of late, because of how happy you were.

The date that night had started with both of you nervous. The changes swirled around you, both of you a little lost as to what that meant. After a few minutes, he had cracked a joke. As you both laughed, the nerves started to ease. You realized how naturally it all came to you because it was still your Ri. He was the same guy as before. That hadn’t changed.

Dinner and drinks had been good, the two of you laughing and having a good night out. Unwilling to let your night end, you both sat on the couch, curled under your fluffiest blanket. One that he joked tickled his toes. You spent a lot of time lounging with him on the couch in the past. It was still natural, though you both already knew how different it was.

You hadn’t kissed him on the couch prior to that night. That part had been different and amazing. His lips were soft—softer than you ever imagined—and he tasted of whiskey and the candy of yours he kept insisting on stealing while you laid on the couch. His hands roamed, fingers exploring you as he pulled you in closer, whispering against your lips that he never wanted to let you go.

You stayed on the couch until the sun started peaking through the curtains. Your eyes had been heavy, and you still didn’t want to end the night. It was perfect, and you thought if you went to bed, somehow it would be ruined. You ended up dozing on the couch, using him as your pillow.

He finally had carried you into bed, and you stirred awake enough to know that he had tucked you in. You heard his sweet words as he ran his hand over your hair, kissing your forehead. In that moment, you fell even harder for him.

Honestly, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling for him even if you tried.

It didn’t take long to break the news to your friends, who all had wide smiles for you. Few of them had even commented that they saw this coming. Heat rushed to your cheeks as Riley wrapped his arm around you, kissing you as they cheered. You had pulled away, laughing. Glad that you had their support. Jay had hugged you both, giving you a knowing grin.

“Here,” he spoke, coming back into the living room, two bottles of beer in his hands. “Just please tell me that you ate more than candy all day.” He nodded towards the opened bag of your favorite candy sitting on the coffee table. While dinner was usually part of your date nights, both of you had things in the evening, unable to make dinner work. You had grabbed something on your way home, knowing he had done the same thing.

The candy came from him again. Of course. He still brought you candy, though sometimes you noticed the candy being accompanied by flowers. Like today, when you had woken up, he already had the coffee pot set for you, muffin on the counter, the candy, and daisies in a vase for you.

“I ate.” You reassured him, taking a swig of your beer. He sat down on the couch, pulling you into his arms. It was a good place to be. His grasp warm, inviting. You felt safe in his arms, feeling how much he cared about you.

How much he cherished you.

You snuggled against him, grinning as he pulled your fluffy blanket over the two of you. “Try to keep your icicles off my leg this time.” He grunted, taking a swig of his beer as he looked at you. He meant your toes, constantly teasing you about how cold they felt against him.

You merely chuckled, reaching up to stroke his jaw. This was your date night—emphasis on night. It had been too late to do much else, not that you were complaining. Dinner out was nice, but these kinds of moments were your favorite. It was just you and him, cocooned into your own little bubble.

The idea of a movie had been brought up, until he disagreed with your choice. Not wanting to sit through another action movie with him, you had music playing over the Bluetooth speaker. It was quiet, a peaceful night with your favorite person.

You’d stay here for a while. He would start kissing you, teasing you until you were ready to pounce on him, removing all the clothing in sight. Or he’d hold you until you started to doze. Eventually he’d end up carrying you to bed, like he had time a few times. You knew either way you’d end up in his bed.

He had tried to bring up that conversation once. The conversation regarding labels, and what you two were to each other. At the time, you weren’t sure if you were ready for those kind of labels. Everything was still happening fast, changes coming at you left and right. You awkwardly danced around the entire conversation, heat rushing to your cheeks, a foolish feeling washing over you.

The conversation had been tabled. He hadn’t mentioned it again. For the first day or so, you had been relieved. Then you dwelled on it. While working, you thought about it. The peace of working brought clarity to you, a moment to stop and think about what you wanted.

You had been ready to discuss it again.

He groaned when you shifted in his arms to look at him. “I don’t think you realize what it does to me when we cuddle, and you wiggle that cute ass against me.”

You giggled, shaking your head at his joke. Though, maybe it wasn’t fully a joke. You could feel the hardening of evidence starting to poke into your ass. As tempting as that was, there was something you needed to say first.

“Ri?”You questioned, carefully shifting to look at him. He reached over, lightly brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You looked at the face—his face, knowing he was warm and patient, the same that he had always been. Your biggest supporter, your protector. “I think I’m ready to un-table that conversation.”

His eyes lit up as he realized what you meant, grin spreading across his face. He pulled you into his lap, hand on your neck as he pulled you into him. “Yeah?” You nodded, and his lips crashed against yours in a turbulent kiss that had you gasping for air as he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you back to his bedroom.

Boyfriend. He was no longer just your best friend, but your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but feel giddy as he dropped you on the bed, moonlight peaking in from the curtains. It didn’t feel strange in the slightest. No, it was natural, like it was what was always meant to happen.

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You hadn’t noticed the photo the two of you before.

It sat in his bedroom, on his dresser. The dresser you bought for him, because after he moved in, he spent months living out of a suitcase. It had been too much for you to witness each morning, so after work, you had gone shopping for something on sale. He seemed impartial to it but had thanked you for thinking about him.

You barely saw him use it. You knew a drawer had been cleared out for you—despite having your own room just down the hallway. He snuck some of his tees in it, knowing you liked to sleep in them. You noticed a few pairs of panties in there too, likely something he picked up off his floor the morning after, washing and tucking away inside the drawer.

Little pieces of you splashed inside of his room, like you belonged there. This picture was just the newest piece. You picked it up, running your fingers over the frame. A photo taken of the two of you backstage just weeks before he had asked you on a date. You were wearing one of his merch tees—at his request, of course—and stood next to him while he was in his gear, minutes before his match. His arm was snaked around you, and while you were grinning at the camera, Riley’s eyes were on you.

“It’s my favorite photo of us, sunshine.” You turned to see him standing in the doorway, hair damp with sweat. He was wearing his gym clothing, spending the morning working out. He stepped in, taking the frame as he looked at it. “You always pretty, but that night?” He shot you a grin. “Not just because of the amazing shirt. You smelled so good too, like strawberries or something.”

You laughed, nudging him with your hip. “Strawberries,” you confirmed, surprised he had noticed. You wrapped an arm around his neck, feeling his skin under the touch of your fingers. “I was trying a new shampoo.”

“Well, as far as I am concerned, it worked. You smelled delicious, sunshine.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your jaw. “You always smell so damn sweet though, don’t you, baby? My favorite mouth-watering treat.”

You trembled under his words, a mewl spilling from your lips. He had that affect on you, and he knew it. He used it against you, making you weak in the knees and wet for him. The payout was worth it, the intense orgasms he brought you were unlike any other.

“Is that so?” You tasted, loving to play with fire. You stood on the tips of your toes to kiss him, tasting him for a moment as he groaned against your lips. “So, have your treat.” You whispered against his lips. “Taste me.” You reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. “Devour me.” You said, letting the fabric fall to the ground.

Lustful eyes looked at you as he licked his bottom lip. “Yeah?” He whispered, snaking his hand in your hair before tugging your head backwards. You groaned at the sensation, loving it. His breath hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses against the exposed flesh, tongue swiping up in a gentle lick. He lifted his desk, grinning at you before crashing his mouth against yours.

“You taste so fucking good, sunshine.” He growled against your lips, tongue darting into your mouth to steal another taste. You moaned against his mouth, fingers clinging to him. “I can’t believe it took me so long to ask you out, baby.” He grunted, giving your head another soft tug. “I’m a fucking idiot for that.”

You whimpered, mouth hanging open slightly. How long had he thought of you like that? You never asked. As the changes to your relationship became real, you discussed a lot about your friendship and how things changed. You never asked when thing started to change for him. Truthfully, you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

He lifted you up in his arms, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. “No bra?” He chuckled, the sound low and rough. It tickled something inside you, want aching between your legs. “You really are perfect, baby. Know I’d want to see your fucking tits after my workout.” He used the advantage of you being up to duck his head near your breath, tongue circling the bud of your nipple.

You giggled, wiggling in his arms. “If you like that, just wait.” Your giggled turned into a whine as his teeth nipped at your breast. “I’m also not wearing any underwear.”

He groaned, mouth roughly slamming against yours. He trailed his hand up your back as you shivered at his touch. “Gonna be the fucking death of me.” He grunted against your lips, moving around the room so your back was pressed against the wall by his dresser.

Your feet gently hit the ground as he bent down, tugging your leggings down your thighs. He groaned at the sight, eyes looking up at you. You grinned, letting your fingers run through his hair as you looked at him for a moment, watching as he nudged apart your legs.

His head dipped in, tongue swiping up you. “Fuck.” He groaned, head falling back slightly. “So fucking delicious, sunshine.” You whimpered as his head dove forward, tongue finding your wetness once more. Hands roughly gripped your hips to hold you steady as his mouth devoured you.

You moaned, head leaning against the wall. Your hands gripped his hair, giving him little tugs. He moaned with each pull, the sound causing vibrations to pulse against you.

“Feel good?” He asked, eyes darting up to look at your face. You whimpered, nodding your head. His tongue lapped at you, circling your clit with little licks and gentle nips of his teeth. You didn’t want to think about where he learned skills like this, just noting how good his mouth felt against you.

You whimpered, bucking your hips against his face. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. “Riley,” you moaned, giving his hair another tug. “Please. More.”

He groaned, eyes darting back up to look at you. “Fuck. I love the way you say my name like that.” You whimpered at his words as he added a second finger in, curling them. “You close, baby?” He asked as you nodded. “Good. Let me taste how good you are, baby.” His mouth returned to you, tongue circling your clit.

Your release hit you, moans and praise for him spilling from your lips. He stood up, licking your juices off your fingers before wiping his mouth. You reached for him, wrapping an arm around his neck before kissing him. You didn’t care that you could taste yourself. If anything, it fueled you on.

He reached into the drawer of his dresser, grabbing out a condom. “Ready for me?” You nodded your head, watching as he ripped open the foil packet with his teeth. He gripped himself, giving himself a few strokes before sliding the condom on.

You reached for him, squeezing him. He grunted as you used your hold on him to guide him between your legs. “Fuck me, please. I need you inside of me.” He swore under his breath as he pushed inside of you, cries of pleasure leaving you both.

“Fuck, sunshine.” He groaned, lifting your leg to wrap it around his waist. The new position let him slide in to a different angle, the sensation causing your head to fall backwards and a string of moans to fall from your lips. “Your moans are so cute.”

With assistance from the wall to help hold you up, his hips snapped forward once, and then again. He roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your mouth towards his. He swallowed down the sounds of your moans, hips continuedly snapping his length into you.

“Feel so fucking good, sunshine.” He groaned, roughly kissing you once more. “Feel like mine.”

You brought your hand to his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. The apartment could catch on fire, and you weren’t sure you’d notice. You were so enwrapped in him, lost in the pleasure he brought you.

You were close again, moaning his name as your orgasm hit. You braced yourself against him, unsure if your legs would hold you up. He wasn’t far behind, ready to spill inside the condom. He grunted your name, hips snapping forward again with more force. You cried out, waves of overstimulation pulsing around you.

A loud growl ripped through him as he came, filling the condom. Your eyes felt close as you felt him gently pull out of you. You opened one eye to see him disposing of the condom, before using his forearm to wipe sweat off his forehead.

Wordlessly, he lifted you in his arms and carried you the few steps to his bed. Propping pillows up, he gently laid you down on your side. Facing you, he reached over to trace a soft pattern on your hips with his fingers.

He glanced at your still shaking legs, grinning. “I love that we both already finished, and your legs are still shaking, sunshine.”

“Shut up.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. He just laughed as you slid over to lay your head on his shoulder. He laid back, wrapping his arms around you. You felt his hand slowly tracing up and down your back as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

You tried to stay awake, to soak up the moment, but you were lulled to sleep feeling protected and cared for in his strong arms, the warmth of him surrounding you. The last thing you remembered before sleep claimed you was the melodic beating of his heart.

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It felt like you had been crying for days.

Maybe you had. Truthfully, time felt like it ceased to exist. Everything in your world flipped upside down, a rippling tornado that left you hanging on the ledge. In the aftermath of the storm, you didn’t recognize your life anymore.

Everything you thought you had, you lost.

You’d never forget the look of pain in his eyes, nor the gut-wrenching knowledge that you had caused that pain. You deeply wounded the one person you never wanted to hurt. It felt a sickening feeling in your stomach, knowing the pain you caused your favorite person. Eyes that once looked at you full of lust and care now looked at you differently. An anger you never saw before swirled in his gaze, and you knew it was your fault.

You hated the look in his eyes almost as much as you hated that next morning. You had gone to bed in your room, to wake up and discover his room was empty. His suitcase was gone, as was most of his belongings. The furniture remained, as did the picture of the two of you that still sat on his dresser.

He had just packed his bags and left without a word. He didn’t answer the phone or respond to any of his texts. If it wasn’t for the fact that you knew he was booked for a match, you might have worried that he fell off the face of the earth.

No, he was just avoiding you. Not that you blamed him. It hurt though. It stung—a deep and painful reminder that you had fucked this up, losing your best friend. That had been your biggest fear, losing him.

It still played in your mind. A loop of memories that followed you like a ghost, haunting you during the day as well as haunting your nightmares. The ink stains of your love was dotted into your mind like a book, a chapter that was never-ending.

Everything had been perfect, until it wasn’t.

You had arrived home from work to discovered that he had cooked dinner—a talent you weren’t aware he had. Dinner had been followed by a glass of wine shared on the couch, you laying against him as music played over the Bluetooth speaker. The night was full of happiness, laughing alongside each other.

Until three little words had been said. Three words that couldn’t be taken back, and a blank stare on your face as you looked at him, silent.

“It’s not that simple, Ri,” you tried to explain once he got defensive. Truthfully, you had no idea what to say next. His three words kept repeating themselves in your mind, a loop that was never ending. Like you had on other key conversations in your relationship, you tried to dance around it.

It didn’t work.

“It is,” he spoke, standing up. He ran his hand down his face, the happiness from the night long gone. You could see the cracks forming all around you. “It is simple.” No. Nothing about this was simple. It was complicated. While you two had fights before your relationship—and a few during—he never looked at you like that.

“I love you.” He repeated those three words once more. You wanted to spill your feelings to him too, but couldn’t form the words. You didn’t know how you felt. You knew how much you cared for him, and how fast you fell for him.

Love was scary though. Saying those words for the first time was something that terrified you, though you never knew how much until this moment.

“Do you love me too?”

You wanted to open your mouth, find the words needed to defuse the situation. To make him understand that it wasn’t so simple. Anything to keep you from standing there like an idiot, driving that knife further and further into his chest.

No words came. Silence washed over the two of you, reminding you that a lot could be said with no words. Just like a glass falling to the ground, everything shattered. Your relationship was shards of what it once was, cutting you both deeply on the pieces that remained.

Some wounds cut too deep to ever fully heal from. Some scars never faded in time.

To bitter endings…

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“I’ve been looking for you!”

Hearing a voice over the sound of your music, you pulled an earbud from your ear as you turned around. Jay stood there, garment of clothing in his hand. You sighed, clicking the music off on your phone before tossing it down on your workstation.

It had been two weeks since Riley packed up his stuff, leaving the apartment. You had seen him around backstage, but both avoided the other. You had tried to talk to him once, but the second he saw you approaching, he had darted through the crowd.

You hadn’t tried again.

You were trying to regain focus, to concentrate. You had used up several of your vacation days moping around at home, and knew you needed to get back to work. You were sick of your own company, the home you once shared with him felt like it was mocking you.

You reached into the drawer of your worktable, pulling out your sewing kit and scissors. “What do you need done to the shirt?”

Jay glanced down, before looking back up at you. “Oh, nothing. I just haven’t put it on yet.”

“What do you need help with then?”

“Nothing. I was looking to talk to you.” He stood next to you, watchful eyes on you for a moment. “Been burying your nose in sand lately. Nobody ever hears from you.” He bumped his shoulder against yours. “I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” You lied. You were the furthest thing from fine, but that wasn’t something you wanted to discuss with Jay. Honestly, you wished you could take it all back. You wished you had a time machine to go back in time, and just tell him the truth.

Before you hurt him, before he left you.

It felt too late. The damage was done, and you didn’t think there was a way to come back from this. He was your best friend once, now he couldn’t even look at you.

You reached for your coffee, knowing as soon as you were off the clock, you’d be trading the caffeine in for alcohol. A good bottle of wine might help clear your head. Maybe it’d even help you sleep. It had been a few days since you got a good night’s rest.

“Oh, sure.” Jay snorted. “You’re fine. I almost buy that.” He gave you a pointed look. “You look like shit, sweetheart. You look exhausted and your eyes are puffy like you were crying.”

Because you had been. You reached up to rub your eyes with your sleeve, shaking your head. You hated the tears you still shed, the restless nights. Regret was hard to live with, and you had your share over the past few weeks.

Despite all the pain and heartache, being with Riley was never on that list. You regretted how it ended, not that you were with him.

“I’m getting there, Jay.” You whispered, sipping your coffee. “These things take time. Thanks for checking on me, but I’m okay.”

He just looked at you for a long moment, before wrapping an arm around you. He pulled you against his body, giving you a warm hug full of comfort. Not what you came to expect from him.

“You find me if you need anything, sweetheart.”

You paused for a moment, unsure if you wanted to ask. Despite it all, you still worried. That part hadn’t ended. You still cared about him, your friend, your lover. “How is he?”

Jay sighed, scratching his chin after letting go of you. “Heartbroken. Looks as fucking shitty as you do.” He gave you a final nod, grabbing the shirt before taking off a few steps.

Pausing, he turned around to face you. “You know, he’s staying at that hotel across from our usual bar. Room three. Just… in case you wanted to know.”

You stared after Jay as he walked away, whistling to himself. It wasn’t a time machine, but maybe there was an opening. Maybe there was a sliver of a chance that you could make this right, and heal not just yourself but him.

If anything, you could at least be honest with him. What you should have been all along.

Because, that was your regret. It wasn’t loving him, it was never telling him how you felt. It was a regret you didn’t have to live with. A fight that you didn’t have to quit on now.

Because some people were worth fighting for.

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Sucking in a breath, you walked through the hotel lobby. You had talked yourself in and out of this once or twice. Nerves danced around in your stomach, and you were worried about his reaction. Would he forgive you? Would he still look at you with the same anger and pain?

Fuck. For all you knew, he could slam the door in your face.

You missed him, and hated that the distance was because of you. The sleepless nights and pain were because of you, and you wanted to fix it. You wanted to find a way to move on past this, together. The two of you picking back up in your relationship.

You hoped that was what he wanted too.

Finding his door, you stood there for a moment. You closed your eyes, mumbling to yourself words of encouragement. Finally, you opened your eyes before knocking on his door.

He opened it after a moment, eyes wide as he looked at you. His hair was damp from a shower, hanging down. Droplets of water still glistened on his chest, and he wore only a pair of basketball shorts.

Jay was right. He looked like shit. He had bags under his eyes, the same sadness swirling around. A reminder that you had caused him that pain.

“Sunshine?” He asked, clearing his throat as he looked around, brows furrowing together in confusion and worry. “Are you okay? Is everything alright?” Despite everything, he still sounded concerned for you. The soft probing of his worried questions caused an ache in your heart as you came to a realization…

He still cared.

“I love you.” You whispered, glancing at him. You had a whole speech prepared, but now that you stood here, there was only the one thing that you could say. The truth. The honest and brutal truth. That you loved him. You still feared rejection, or that you’d lose him one day. Not loving him was losing him too though, and you couldn’t live with that.

It was his turn to look at you in silence, the feeling of a knife twisting in your heart washing over you. Each second that dwindled on was painful, the taunting notion that maybe you were too late playing in your mind.

Finally, a smile spread across his face. “Do you want to come in?” You nodded your head as he pushed open the door with his hip. As you went to walk by him, he pulled you into him, warm arms wrapping around you in a hug. “Oh, sunshine,” he whispered, pressing his lips against your hair. “I missed you, baby.”

You pulled him in closer to you, clinging to him. “I thought I ruined this. I thought I was too late, or too fucked up and—”

He cut you off, pressing his mouth against yours. His hand found his way to your hair holding your head as he devoured your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. He lifted you in his arms, letting your legs wrap around his waist.

“I’m right here, baby.” He whispered against your lips. “Gonna stay right here with you.”

“Are you coming home?” You whispered, pulling back to look at him. Your hand found his hair, fingers playing with the wet strands. “It’s not the same without you.”

He grinned at you, walking you across the hotel room before sitting down on the bed. “I’ll check out of here tomorrow.” He promised, adjusting you on his lap. “Just try and get rid of me, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

There was more to discuss, and you knew it. There was a lot that still remained unsaid, things you’d have to hash out with him. None of that mattered now though. The only thing you could think about was having him, right here next to you.

“I love you.” You repeated.

He grinned, kissing you once more. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard, baby. I love you too.” He reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. “I can’t wait to show you over and over all night just how much I love you.”

To second chances.

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