#santos escobar smut

[fame-ass-ers]

Can somebody start writing some smut for Santos pls. 🥴

[alicejoaquin1990]

Wrestling Mastlist - And I do take requests, so don’t be afraid to ask me to make a story for you. I do fluffs,Smuts,etc

🌶❤️‍🔥🔥🔞=smuts/BDSM 18+

♡=Fluffs short stories

😈=Angst very dark, depressing, sadness

😰=H/C (Hurt/Comfort)

🧑🏻‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽=M/F: involves romance between male and female

👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏾=M/M: involves romance between male and male

👩🏻🧔🏽=OC (Original Character)

🤼=A/A (Action/Adventure)

👩🏻‍💻=working on it

🙅🏻‍♀️=nothing at the moment

Damian Priest

365 day 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

Santos Escobar

bed springs 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

bed springs part 2 🌶🌶👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ❤️‍🔥🔥

Finn Balor

when i was your man 🥰 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏻

Wheeler Yuta

👩🏻‍💻 🔞Adorn

Wardlow

when i was your man 🥰 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏻

Daniel Garcia

All the Things(Your Man Won’t Do)🔞👩🏻‍💻

[ripleylove]

Sole's masterlist 🔮

☆ Rhea ripley

Whatever happens.

rhea being absent in your relationship was taking a toll on you,but,you didn't want her to leave

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Better judgement.

during a hot day of August,you discover you were just another option for Rhea.

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In the safety of your arms.

being a new wrestler is hard,but trying to not fall for Rhea is harder.

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The calm before the storm.

a gentle breeze and a calm morning introduced the calm before the storm. But Rhea is always here for you,in bad and good situations.

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An unexpected announcement.

announcing you and Rhea being parents wasn't something you could do commonly,so you decided to tease them a bit.

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I need just you and nobody else.

while going to the bathroom during raw,a lot of interviewers started to bother you,and you get really upset and overstimulated,but Rhea is always here for you.

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you have nothing to worry about as long as I'm with you.

during the way to meet Rhea's family to tell them you're getting married,you started to get a bit worried,but Rhea is quick to calm you down.

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little spoon/big spoon headcanons; Rhea Ripley.

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Drunk in love.

you were exausted after a night out at the club,and your girlfriend Rhea is here to help you.

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We're in this together.

even when you're feeling low,Rhea is here for you.

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You're okay, sweetheart.

at one of Damian's parties,you get really overwhelmed by the loud music and the screams,so Rhea is here to comfort you.

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Just the way you are.

while your friend Rhea bought you to your first wrestling show,something goes wrong. But,as always, Rhea handles it her way,secretly receiving a kiss from you

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Daring woman

Rhea, even after a long period of getting to know each other,still didn't open her heart to you,her old and indifferent behaviour taking the best of her,but you still fought for her.

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Break of dawn.

you and Rhea were friends with benefits,but you wanted more.

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Dating Rhea headcanons.

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☆ The judgment day.

The light of the group.

Shayna decides to make you feel insecure, but Rhea,Dom,Damian and Finn are here to tell you otherwise.

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The light of the group part 2.

your love for stuffies and candies is immense, and the judgement day always offered to buy some more if you didn't have any.

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Passion.

you passion for fashion amazed the judgment day in ways that you can't even imagine.

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☆ Dominik Mysterio.

mami,tu eres solo mia.

even while doing an interview, Dominik always defends you,no one disrespects his mami.

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☆ Santos escobar

Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas.

seeing Elektra being all over Santos,ignited a feeling of jealousy inside you,and you wanted to have your revenge.

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☆ Jey Uso

Show me.

after Jey announced your relationship to the wwe universe,people started to give you mean comments,and Jey's here to show you that you're his one and only love.

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☆ the Usos

Double the Trouble

after the twins won the tag team belt,you congratulated jey,and jimmy decided to join on the fun.

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[1-800-sinister]

who i blame for me not being able to write

[damianpriestfan10]

“Please let’s talk about this.”

Warnings: Smut! 18+! fluff! swearing! c*m! and c*m swallowing!

Joaquin Wilde x Cruz Del Toro x Male OC DeAndre MxMxM

One night on Friday night Smackdown a few minutes before the WWE draft, Joaquin and Cruz walk up to their boyfriend DeAndre Garcia in catering. “Hey baby” Joaquin smiles at him and Cruz sits down next to him, “Why are you sitting here all by yourself?” Cruz says smiling. DeAndre looks at him “I tried to ask Zelina if she wanted to sit with me, but she was getting ready for her match against Asuka with Santos and Rey in her corner.” he sighs a little and frowns a little bit.

Santos walks up to DeAndre from behind, “What about me, Zelina and Rey?” he says laughing a little bit, DeAndre falls backwards in his chair into Santos’ hands and arms “Geez, Santos!!” he sighs a little again. Joaquin looks at Santos “Really dude? Come on now!” Santos looks at him “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to startle him” DeAndre looks at Santos again “It’s okay, I forgive you. Just please don't do that again” “I won't do it again, I promise” Santos says looking down at Joaquin and Cruz who smiles slightly a little.

DeAndre stands up “I’m going to go back to work and sew some pants and ring gear for Sami, Kevin Owens, Roman Reigns, The Usos and Solo” Cruz looks at him “Okay, we'll see you in a few minutes after the draft” DeAndre goes back to his sewing machine and gets back to work. Santos sits next to Joaquin and Cruz “Are you guys dating him or something because you guys keep looking at him with love in your eyes.” Cruz nods a little, Joaquin smiles “Yes, we are. Just don't tell Rey, Zelina or anyone else” Santos nods.

Zelina walks up to them, “Cruz, Joaquin your boyfriend is waiting for you guys in your hotel room” Cruz looks at Zelina a little shocked because she knows that they are dating DeAndre “Okay, we'll be back in a few hours” Santos and Zelina nod as Cruz leaves with Joaquin, DeAndre opens the door and immediately starts making out with them and making love to them. “Fuck~ this feels so good” They smile and chuckle, “It does” They start thrusting faster and faster in his ass and mouth, he moans louder while sucking Joaquin's dick. “Oh fuck~” They thrust deeper until they c*m a lot inside of DeAndre’s ass and throat.

Cruz and Joaquin take care of the messes and they take a shower with DeAndre, “Thank you babe and honey for a wonderful night” They both nod and say you're welcome to him, Zelina walks in with Santos and Rey they all sit down on the couch and wait for him, Cruz and Joaquin to walk out of the bedroom. Eventually after a few minutes they finally walk out their bedroom, cuddle while watching a movie with Zelina, Rey and Santos, then they finally go to sleep. Zelina goes to her Hotel room with Santos they go to sleep cuddling after Rey goes to his Hotel room.

The End

[judgementdaysunshine]

"tell me if it hurts" & "I know I'm sorry it hurts, it'll feel better soon" as a prompt for a soft fluffy smut with Damian 🙏🩷

Aah

How much I love you

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: Damian shows just how much he cares about you when he finds a letter you wrote for him but forgot about

You smile at Damian as you both sit on your bed, the two of you having come back from training for your tag team match against Zelina Vega and Santos Escobar. The two of you showered at the gym and have lunch together before heading back to your house to spend the rest of the day together since neither of you had anything to do for the rest of the day or week due to you recently having an extreme rules match against Charlotte Flair, he had also had an exhausting match and both of you were thankful that you could have some time off and just take a long and truly needed break "I'll be right back l gotta change" you go in the bathroom and change leaving damian in your room until he heard a small noise looking to see a partially opened envelope with a paper in it on the floor thinking it was a letter you got when he sees his name on the envelope recognizing the writing as yours leading him to take the paper out. He feels his heart flutter, soar, and quiver as he reads the letter of you pouring your heart out of how much you really felt for him and loved him smiling big as he puts the letter back on your nightstand right before you come back in the room "God that feels much better I thought I was suffocating" he chuckles as you sit next to him, his heart stops when you accidentally graze your arm against his leg feeling the softness of your skin knowing he couldn't hold back his feelings or thoughts anymore "You know I really care about you" you look at him with a soft smile feeling your heart flutter with warmth "I do too dames, making me melt like butter" he shakes his head with a small laugh before grabbing your face. "No...I care about you more than you think, I read the letter" your mind screams when you notice the letter on your nightstand on top of the envelope. "Let me show you that I feel the same" he kisses you so tenderly and sweetly making you absolutely turn to putty in his hands as he pulls you across his lap with his hands holding your face "Can I show you how much I love you mi vida?" you nod with a small smile before the next minute he was on top of you kissing your face and jaw going down your body as you slowly strip each other until you were both admiring the other in awe with smiles before you gasp quietly when he kisses your thighs and legs, you felt a sense of warmth and new type of trust in the moment that it truly made you completely fall for him over again at how sweet and caring he was especially during this moment full of vulnerability, intimacy, and love as you switch places with each other caressing his thigh with your hand tracing your fingers across the tattoos on his shoulders. Your skin feels cold and hot at the same time as your bodies are molded together "Tell me if it hurts in any way" you hold your breath before wincing for a second when he starts pushing himself inside you, you whimper as tears brimmed in your eyes when he caresses your face "I know I'm sorry it hurts, it'll feel better in a second I promise" he kisses you softly as the pain went away moaning when he slowly begins to move and the feeling of bubbling pleasure was way better than you had ever thought, the pleasure along with the intimacy, unconditional love, and vulnerability only grew at how slow and truly emotional the moment is realizing just how much damian loved you which truly melted your heart. "I love you with my heart Mariposa, you have taught me what love really is in all it's forms by knowing you" the words he whispered against your skin made you tear up wrapping your arms around him until you were holding each other in the quietness as you both came down from the pleasure and high smiling as you lay on his chest feeling his heartbeat and slow breathing "I love you very much my love" you kiss his chest thinking he was asleep until he gently lifts your chin to look at him, sharing a soft kiss as he runs his fingers across your back before laying back down on him both of you falling asleep a minute later.

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

People/Charaters I write for

Wrestlers:

Adam Cole Adam Page Angelo Parker Austin Theory Bayley Becky Lynch Bianca Belair Britt Baker Bryan Danielson Buddy Mathew Christian Cage Claudio Dakota Kai Damian Priest Danhausen Darby Allin Dean Ambrose Dominik Mysterio Drew Mcntyre Edge Finn Balor Hikaru Shida Hook Iyo Sky Jade Cargill JD Mcdonah Jey Uso Jimmy Uso John Cena Jon Moxley Julia Hart Jungle Boy Kenny Omega Kris Statlander LA Knight Liv Morgan Matt Jackson Mercedes Mone MJF Nick Jackson Nick Wayne (No smut) Noami Orange Cassidy Randy Orton Raquel Rodriguez Rhea Ripley Roman Reigns Ruby Soho Sammy Guveara Santos Escobar Saraya Seth Rollins Skye Blue Solo Sikoa Sonya Deville Tay Melo Toni Storm Wardlow Wheeler Yuta Willow Nightingale

Ghostbusters:

Egon spenger Raymond Stanz Peter Venkman Winston Zeddemore Dana Barret Janine Melnitz Phoebe Spengler (No smut) Trevor Spengler

Ghost:

Papa Primo Papa Secondo Papa Terzo Popia Young Papa Nihil Young Sister Imperator Sodo Rain Aether Phantom Swiss Mountain Cirrus Cumulus Sunshine Aurora

[hungbucks0]

Championship Match - Carmelo Hayes

pairing: carmelo hayes x reader

summary: visiting your north american champion before his big match, not without meeting his right hand man first!

warning: curse words? implied smut (barely), fluff!

word count: 1351

“You’re going to make it for my match right?” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby.” You grin, holding your phone closer to your ear, “I’m heading out in a couple of minutes.” 

“Good. You know, you’re quite a topic over here. Everyone is really excited to meet you.” He sat on the bench in his locker room, messing with the end of his shirt, “I’m afraid they’re going to steal you from me.” He confessed. Your laughter rang through his ear, making him roll his eyes, “It’s nice to see you find this amusing.” 

“I just think it’s cute that you care.” 

He scoffed, “Just hurry and get here. You’re going to throw me off my game.” Hayes bit the inside of his lip, keeping his smirk at bay. 

“Yes, sir.” You slyly commented. 

Carmelo stopped fidgeting with his hands, feeling his mouth going dry. He slowly drug his hand across his face, with a groan “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Maybe.” 

”You’re fucking evil, you know that? I’d have you begging for my-” 

A knock interrupted his sentence, as Trick Williams popped his head in. “Hey man, are you busy? I need help with something.” He held his phone in the air, quickly covering his mouth when he saw Hayes on the phone. 

“OH. My bad, I’ll just…” A smirk replaced his concerned look, as he crossed his arms, “Are you on the phone with our girl?” 

“You mean MY girl, then yeah…she says hello.” Carmelo added, before Trick swiftly pulled the phone out from his ear. 

“Hey baby girl, I can’t wait to see you tonight.” Williams flirted, causing Melo to punch him in the gut.

“Get the hell out of here fool,” He kicked him in the side. Trick struggled to laugh at his antics. “Y/N, he’s abusing me…help!”

You stared at your phone with a confused look, making sure you were still connected, “Hello?”

“Yeah, I’m still here.” Melo replied, “I’m going to get going, before someone else bursts in here.” He said, voice getting low, “Text me when you get here, I’ll come out and find you.” 

You shook your head, thanking the man above he couldn’t see you right now, “I’ll let you know.”

“Okay. See you in a bit,” You both stayed on the phone though , “Are you going to hang up?” He broke the silence. Your eyes widened, “I thought you were excited to get ready for the championship match. YOU should hang up.” 

“Another championship match? I do that nearly everyday. Spending time with you,” He grinned, “That’s rare.” 

 “Oh, you’re smooth.” She commented, making him laugh, “I’m serious…you need to move to Florida.” 

“We’ll talk about it tonight. Okay?” You bit your lip hard, as she thought of actually moving to Florida… for him. “I’m going to hang up now. I’m an hour away now.” 

He curled his brow, looking at his phone. “I guess we have been on the phone longer than I thought.” He huffed out a laugh, “I’ll see you soon babe.”

“Can't wait.”

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“Man! Chill out!” Trick screamed at his partner. 

“Don’t you tell me to chill out,” he mimicked, “I forgot my shades back at the apartment. They complete my whole look. I AM THE FULL PACKAGE.” He threw his hands in frustration.

“Look man, we can run to the mall across the street, and get you a new pair. You’re making a scene.” 

“Hola. mi amigo.” Santos Escobar crept up on them, “Vi a esta chica…” he moved out the way revealing his girl. 

“Santos… you know who I am!” you roll your eyes.

“Sí, pero esto es gracioso.” He joked, making you groan. 

“OH BABE-'' Carmelo threw himself at you, making you stumble. He rubbed his hands up and down your back, “You’re here! You’re really here.” His movements stopped, as he slowly released you. “You’re here… and I don’t have my glasses!” He cried.

Your eyebrows lowered in confusion, as you looked over at Trick, who just waved in return.

“STOP FLIRTING WITH HER MAN,” He yelled, snapping out of his tantrum.

“All I did was wave!” Trick defended, “You haven’t even introduced us yet…” He made his way to you, sticking his hand out. “The name is Trick Williams. I’m Carmelo Hayes right hand man, and I hold him down whenever you’re not with him—“

“Pause.” Carmelo added, “That don’t sound right.”

“But it’s true!”

“IT STILL DON’T SOUND RIGHT MAN.” 

Trick rolled his eyes, “Fine. I’m just his right hand man. It’s an honor to meet you.”  You reached to grab his hand, uncertain. “Thank you for taking care of him… I know he can be a lot.”

“I’m standing right here.” Carmelo said, “The audacity.”

Trick laughed out loud, “Tell me about it! Before you got here he was about to piss his pants over some shades.” 

Your lips moved, before looking back at your boyfriend, “The red ones?” 

He nodded, you reached into your purse, pulling their case out. “I had a feeling these were not supposed to be left on the bathroom sink,” you held your hand out waiting for him to take it.

He looked down at the item, then back at you. Carmelo’s mouth fell agape.

“What's your ring size?”

You choked, shocked by the question. “Pardon?” 

He opened his case, sighing with relief when he saw his babies sitting there. “There is not even a scratch on them… you’re,” he handed you back the case, putting the glasses on, “Incredible.”

You were immediately crushed, his arms pulling you in. “I knew you were my good luck charm.” 

Trick looked between the two of you, a grin making its way onto his face, “Look at us! Finally, one big happy family!” He wrapped his arms around you, and Carmelo.

“If you don’t getcho crusty hands off me-“ Hayes threatened, making Trick scoff in return, “Acting like a bitch in front of your girl… that’s low.” 

“Get out!” Hayes yelled. He finally did, letting you two finally get the alone time. 

“He seems really sweet,” You started, “But you got to deal with him all day?”

“ALL DAMN DAY.” Carmelo added, “He never shuts up.” 

You laughed at that. He looked over at you, a smirk appearing, “You’re wearing my shirt.” 

You looked down, “Huh? I guess I am. It’s kinda sick.” You grinned back at him, he grabbed your hand planting a kiss on the inside of your wrist. “This is my first time wrestling in front of you.” 

You nodded. “I’m nervous.” He admitted. You rose a brow, and let out a shaky laugh, “You’ve wrestled in the same arena your whole career. I think you’ve surpassed this place.” 

“You’re only saying that, because you have a big match at the MGM Grand in a couple weeks.” 

You fully laughed at that. Since you worked for the rival, All Elite Wrestling and had a match against Thunder Rosa at Double or Nothing. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I’m a random crowd member. Don’t focus on me, this is your moment.” 

He relaxed his hands on her waist, pulling her closer, “You’re so wrong. I’m never not thinking about you in my matches, you inspire me… I’ve learned so much from you.” 

You ducked your head, never being comfortable with compliments from anyone. “Look at me.” He demanded.

“I’m going to wrestle like my life depends on it. I know how picky you are, and I want to impress you.” He joked, making you roll your eyes. 

“I am NOT picky.” 

His mouth widened, “You get mad when I walk too fast in my entrance to the ring.” 

“The camera needs to soak you in!” You defended, “You look way too good sometimes.” 

His smile broke through, as he took his glasses off and placed them on her. A feeling began to form in the pit of his stomach. “Don’t get me wrong… I love the way you look in anything, but the way you look right now…” He spun her around, “I just fell in love all over again.” 

[fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression]

Congratulations~Damien Priest & Santos Escobar

requested by: @alicejoaquin1990 If your request is open can you do a smut of Damian Priest and the reader and a smut with Santos Escobar and the reader (sorry this took so long babes) also i dont really watch NXT so I just came up with something off the dome!

warnings: smut!

Excitement filled throughout your entire body as you watched Damian cover Johnny Gargano for the three count pin. If it were not a lot surrounded by you backstage, you would have been screaming at the top of your lungs, however, you kept your composure until Santos and Damien met you backstage.

“Congrats on the win, you two killed it out there!” you exclaimed as three of you engaged in a group hug.

“We could not have defeated Gargano and Cole with out your help so why don’t we head back to our locker room so we can really kick this celebration off.” Escobar said as him and Damien glanced at each other before shit-eating grins plastered upon their faces. 

The walk back to the locker room was filled with complete silence but since you were comfortable with the two men you stood in between, you did not mind. As soon as you entered the locker room, Santos large hands were placed on both sides of your face as your lips locked together. You were completely taken a back by it. You had been feeling Santos for a minute but there was a dilemma with your crush on him, you had another crush on Damien.

“We see the way you look at us, your pretty eyes filled deeply with lust when you stare at me and Dam.” You moaned as Damien stood behind you and kissed you all over your neck while Santos lips made his way from yours then down in the valley of your breasts.

You felt yourself becoming wetter and wetter as each second and minute passed the three of you by. Before you even had a second to process your thoughts roaming through your head rent free, Damien had ripped off your dress and tossed along the other side of the room.

 Luckily for you and their sake, you were only wearing a thong under your dress for easy access. You licked your lips as you watched both men pull their members out of their pants. 

You sat upon both of your knees on the black leather couch that was in the room, waiting for both men to instruct you on the next. Both men walked over to you, Santos ready for you to suck his girthy member while Damien slowly inserted the tip of himself into you slowly. You swirled your tongue around the crown of Santo’s cock as Damien began to thrust into your wet hole faster.

 You moaned around Santo’s length as Damien continuously hit your g-spot. The pleasure and pure bliss that you were receiving from both men was truly indescribable. You felt Santos tug tightly on your head as he began to fuck your throat. You gagged heavily as the tip of his girth hit the back of your throat, touching your uvula and all.

“Shit baby, you’re so wet and tight.”  Damien groaned out as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. Santos finally released your head and mouth from around him, leaving you gasping for oxygen. You felt the pit of your stomach get tight and warm, you knew your climax was coming around the corner. You moaned as Santos released his warm seed all over your face. Shortly after, you and Damien both climaxed together as well. The three of you sat on the leather couch as you all caught your breathes and gather yourselves back together.

“Round two back at the hotel, I wanna get inside of that sweet pussy next,” Santos stated, the three of you looking at each other and agreeing.

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[wrestlingfanficwriter]

Lujuria (Santos Escobar)

Requested by @alicejoaquin1990 hope you like it!

*I haven’t written smut in a lonnng time so I apologize in advance

**Lujuria means lust in Spanish according to Google

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June 3rd 2020

You sat backstage and waited for the WWE Cruiserweight finals to begin. You were a big fan of Drake Maverick but you were hoping that your good friend El Hijo del Fantasma won the tournament and the championship.

You met Fantasma when he first got signed to WWE back in Augest and ever since then you developed a little bit of a crush on him.

He was always so nice and he flirted with you a lot you always wondered if he felt the same way.

You watched as both Drake and Fantasma made their entrances, you knew this was gonna be a good match and you were excited to see it play out. You were also hoping those two mysterious men with the luchador masks didn’t make an appearance.

They puzzled you. It appeared like they only attacked cruiserweights but you were unsure of their motives. It was ever confusing. Whenever you asked Fantasma about it he had no answers either only saying that they better not get involved in his business again.

The match was great, you didn’t move an inch as you watched Drake and Fantasma go back and forth, hitting each other with everything they had. Eventually it looked like Drake had the upper hand when the masked strangers reemerged. You watched as they zeroed in on Fantasma, you were worried that they were about to attack him but Drake came flying through the ropes and stopped them. Fantasma rolled back into the ring as Drake fought them off. But when Drake got back in the ring Fantasma kicked him in the face and hit him with the phantom driver and won the match.

You were shocked. El Hijo del Fantasma was the new WWE Cruiserweight champion.

And as happy as you were for him there was a part of you that questioned why they showed up when they did and why for some reason they did nothing to Fantasma.

You decided you would ask him when he got back to the men’s locker room. So you went back to the women’s locker room and got all of your stuff together. By the time you was done it looked like everybody already left the arena.

You were worried that Fantasma already left too but as soon as you got to the men’s locker room and knocked on the door he opened it with a smile on his face.

“Y/N! Come in it’s just me in here”

You walked into the room and took a seat on one of the benches as you took in his appearance, seeing that he only had on a pair of basketball shorts.

“Hey, congrats on winning the cruiserweight championship. I’m really happy for you”

“Gracias, thank you! It is very appreciated”

You smiled as you thought about your next words, trying to choose them carefully.

“So um, I saw that those two masked guys came out there again”

Fantasma sat down across from you. “Yeah they were going to attack me”

“It looked like it yeah, but they didn’t really do anything until Drake jumped on them”

Fantasma smirked. “Yeah he really helped me out”

“Right he helped you out and.....well you kind of look advantage of that”

Fantasma looked puzzled” Well what was I supposed to do?”

“Why didn’t you help him?”

“Why are you asking me so many questions? What are you getting at?”

You took a big breath. You had to know.

“Are those two masked men working for you?”

It looked like Fantasma was expecting you to ask this question. “No. They aren’t working for me”

“Are you lying to me?”

Fantasma huffed out a humorless laugh. “Why would I lie? Especially to you?”

You just sat there. Is he telling the truth? You haven’t known him for that long but you felt like you could trust him.

Fantasma got up and sat down next to you, holding your chin with his thumb and index finger moving it so you could look directly in his eyes.

“I’d never lie to you Y/N”

He was close. Extremely close. You were practically sitting on his chest. His hot breath was in your face and you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused with every breath he took. He looked at your lips as you looked at his and whispered. “Yes Fantasma. I believe you”

He smiled. “Good”

You looked down at his lips again and leaned closer until you felt his lips on yours.

The kiss was simple at first but eventually it heated up so much that Fantasma moved you onto his lap.

You pulled back for air but Fantasma bought you right back in, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and started to grind down on his erection.

You wrapped you arms around him, his kisses felt amazing and you never wanted to stop. You imagined that he’d be a good kisser but you didn’t expect his.

Fantasma started to pull your shirt up and you immediately lifted up your arms to help. You stood up to remove your pants as he slipped off his shorts.

You were only left in your underwear and he in his boxers. Fantasma sat back down and pulled you closer until you were standing directly in front of him.

“You’re beautiful”

You smiled as you leaned down to kiss him again.

Fantasma smirked as he pushed you back a little bit. “I want to see you Y/N. All of you”

You felt your face get warm as you reached back and unhooked your bra, letting it all to the floor. Then you pushed your panties down your legs until they hit the floor, placing them in a pile along with the rest of your clothes.

Fantasma pulled you back onto his lap and you gasped, just now noticing that he removed his boxers. He laughed and kissed your neck. “Like I said, you’re beautiful”

You moaned as he continued to kiss your neck, your hips starting to grind on his shaft. He groaned as he held you closer, his hand traveling down to squeeze your ass.

“Please” you whimpered.

Fantasma moved away from your neck and stood you both up before laying you down on the bench. You wrapped your legs around him as he slowly pushed himself into you. You both moaned as he bottomed out.

“Fuck Y/N” Fantasma groaned. He started to move slowly leaving only the head inside of you before slowly pushing back in.

You moaned for him to go faster and he complied, thrusting into you faster.

The faster he went the louder you moaned as his hard and powerful thrust started to push you up the bench, your head almost hanging off the edge. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to climax.

“Shit I’m close” you moaned, feeling that familiar tightening in your stomach.

“Come Y/N come for me”

Suddenly you felt Fantasma’s fingers rubbing your clit and that was all it took for you to come with a shout of his name.

“Y/N! Fuck!” Fantasma yelled as he came.

You both laid there for a couple of minutes before he pulled out.

“So....you believe me right?” He asked.

You sat up. “Yeah” you said, completely out of breath. “I believe you”

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He lied.

He was working with them this entire time.

“I am Santos Escobar. I’m the NXT Cruiserweight champion, and no one can touch me”

So apparently his name is different and so is his attitude.

You were already waiting in his locker room when he walked in.

“Where’s your friends?”

“Waiting for me”

You both just stood there staring at each other. You were mad and he was calm cool and collected.

“So I guess that whole ‘they’re not working for me’ was a lie”

“No it wasn’t“

You just looked at him as he shrugged. “They don’t ‘work’ for me. Its a friendship. We’re familia”

“How come you couldn’t tell me that?”

“I wanted to, but I know you’re friends with Drake and I didn’t need him finding out”

You huffed. “I wouldn’t have said anything”

Santos moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I just needed my plan to go on perfectly. You believe me right?”

He kissed you and you sighed as you kissed him back. “Yeah” you smiled. “I believe you”

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[ohnojustimagine]

Empty Your Hands

Santos Escobar/Reader, with Raul Mendoza and Joaquin Wilde as observers; smut, 1155 words

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You find the three of them in the mostly-deserted bar of the hotel, where Santos has asked you to meet him. You'd assumed you'd be alone with him, but Legado del Fantasma are drinking, talking seriously enough to be obvious it's regarding business. And so you take a breath as you approach, not wanting to interrupt but also not wanting Santos to think you're disrespectful enough to be late.

He greets you with nothing but a small smile, his gaze raking over your body, the presumed ownership in his eyes possessively dominant. You've dressed to please him, in a silky black wrap dress, nothing underneath but a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The dress ties at the waist, and you've left the upper part open enough that your breasts are barely covered, because you weren't expecting company tonight.

Raul and Joaquin don't say anything, but they're both blatantly staring at your chest, and you want to adjust the dress, but you know Santos wouldn't like that, so instead you swallow nervously, looking around for another chair, wondering if you're supposed to sit down and join them.

Santos pats his lap, and you hesitate for a second, feeling awkward, but he gives you a look sharp enough that you obey, balancing yourself across his thighs awkwardly, trying to keep your dress in place. But Santos wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer.

He's still talking as he sets his drink down on the table, the ice in it clinking softly, and he slips his hand inside your dress, over your breast. His fingers are cold, damp from the condensation on the glass and your nipple instantly hardens at his touch. He strokes it, circling around the hard peak and then across it, teasing, shifting his hand enough to move the material of your dress aside, exposing your breast.

And you might gasp quietly, but there's no one here to see but Joaquin and Raul and yet you're still embarrassed. You squirm a little, trying to hide your discomfort, and Santos only holds you tighter.

"Go get us a room," he says, nodding at Joaquin, who stands up, straightening his jacket as he strides off.

"Us?" you ask, timidly, wondering who exactly that includes.

"Us," Santos repeats. "All of us."

Raul raises his eyebrows at that, his eyes widening, but he doesn't say anything, gulping down the rest of his drink.

"Why?" Santos asks you. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No," you reply, quickly, because you don't. "It's just a..." surprise, you want to say, but Santos cuts you off, his words decisive.

"You're mine," he says, and then smiles at you. "And I like to share what's mine." He runs his hand up your thigh, under your dress, dipping down between your legs, and for a moment you keep them closed tightly, aware of Raul's eyes on you. "Mine," Santos whispers, threatening, and you part your legs, his fingers finding the heat there.  

"See," he murmurs, "already wet."

You bite your lip as he touches you, and when you look up, Joaquin is standing there, waiting.

The elevator ride up to the room is silent, and once you're inside, door safely closed, Santos takes charge immediately.

"Sit down," he tells Raul and Joaquin, gesturing at the bed. "Let me show you how she likes it."

They do as asked, Joaquin perched on one corner, Raul making himself more comfortable, leaning back against the headboard. You're standing facing them, and Santos moves around to stand behind you.

You don't know what he's going to ask you to do, feeling yourself shaking as you inhale, taking in the scent of him; expensive cologne and cigar smoke, the hint of alcohol on his breath as he kisses your cheek.

His hands are at your waist, untying your dress, opening it wide, and you hear Raul and Joaquin both let out a breath at the sight of your body and you're dizzy, your heart racing out of control, like it won't ever stop. Santos kisses your neck, his hands sliding up under your breasts, lifting them, kneading, his touch firm. He pinches your nipples, not letting go until you whine with the sharp pain of it, your back arching up, head falling back against his shoulder. He releases his grasp, smoothing over the hurt with his thumbs, gentle for just a moment before he presses down, hard, and you cry out, but that only makes him even rougher.

He keeps one hand on your breasts, not letting up, the other moving downwards as he uses one knee to nudge your legs further apart, still caressing your stomach, lower and lower.

You make a desperate sound as his fingers stroke through your wet folds, opening to him as he pushes into you, slowly, his two fingers curling inside you, your hips jerking as he finds that one spot with an unerring, unnerving precision.

"You like that?" he asks, softly, his mouth hot on your ear, the rich, almost mocking chuckle he lets out echoing in your head, because you can't answer.

He fucks in and out, hard and steady, and you're close to losing it when he stops, swapping his hands over. And you quickly realize it's his dominant hand that's now between your legs, even more skilled, his other fingers now slick with your wetness as they toy with your nipples, slippery-sweet on your skin, and you moan, closing your eyes.

"No," Santos says. "Eyes open." And when you hesitate, he squeezes your breast so hard you gasp. "Now," he orders, and you obey with a swallowed-down whine. Raul and Joaquin are staring at you, at your body, Santos' hands on you, and you see Raul start to rub himself through the front of his pants.

"Look at them," Santos tells you. "I want you to look at them when you come."

"I..." you stammer out. "I can't, I..."

"Shhh," Santos tells you, though there's nothing soothing in it, his hand clamping over your mouth as he presses down on your clit, the pressure of it like something ruthless, calculated to send you right over the edge.

You have to reach back, touch him, your hands on the broadly muscular sides of his thighs, fisting at the fabric of his pants, trying to hold on as your orgasm rocks through you, wave after wave of it, Santos knowing exactly how to make it last. Raul and Joaquin watch, their eyes dark, and you can't look away, not until you're done.

"Good girl," Santos murmurs, kissing your cheek, holding you as you lean back against him, trembling, your legs weak. "Such a good girl."

"Now," he says, arms supporting you as he pushes you forward. "I think Raul and Joaquin are waiting, aren't they?" You whimper, not yet ready for more, but wanting it anyway, and Santos only smiles. "Show me how good you can be for me, baby."

[alicejoaquin1990]

Bed springs(Santos Escobar) Part 2

He started to push deeper inside of me until I felt him inside my guts. I let out a small moan, but he began to fuck me more complexly, and I let out a loud cry. He said, “That’s it, baby, let all our coworkers know who you belong to, especially Damian.” He was pounding my shit like it was no tomorrow, like damn Papi, you make sure I’m not going to walk for two months. I was a moaning mess underneath him. I was scratching the couch underneath us, and he flipped me over and resumed pounding inside of me. He was ramming into me so hard that my breasts were bouncing. I started to scratch his back after every hard thrust of his hips hitting mine. He let out a low groan when I rubbed my nails down his back. He kept going nonstop for about two hours, and I was sore. But he didn’t seem like he cared about my orgasm; mostly, his orgasm was near, and he didn’t seem to care to stop and let me rest. I let out a loud, painful moan and tried to push him off me, but to no repeal; he didn’t stop until he was satisfied with his handy work. He did one more hard thrust into me before he came inside of me and fell on top of me, breathing heavily. He looked at me with a wicked smile and said, “I told you, Mami, that I was going to be finished with you until you can’t walk, and that's what I did. He was very proud that he wrecked me and my inside, but I’m not going to complain about anything; that was the best rough sex I ever had.

[ripleylove]

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☆ things I won't write : rape,suicide,depression,murder,age play, any weird kinks,eating disorders and self harm.

☆ things I will write : age regression,poly relationships,fluff,angst,smut,headcanons,imagines and oneshot of your choice.

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[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Preview of Coming Attractions

Yes, I post pointless updates too often... sorry. (Also, sorry I apologize too much. I’m Canadian and insecure, so it’s a double whammy.) But now that I’ve said that, I figured I’d let you know what I have in the works. 

I’m trying really hard to post stories for a whole bunch of different wrestlers before I repeat anyone, although there are a couple of stories that I might revisit for sequels later on and a couple who I have other ideas for). I don’t have enough things on here to warrant a masterlist post but if you’re looking for only my fics, I tag all of them with #wayward wrestle writing

So here’s a list of things I have in various states and if there’s anything you’d like to see, or anything you’d like me to prioritize, just let me know. (And hey, there are even some fluffy ideas in here, which I never thought I’d write!) 

Things that are mostly done and coming imminently: Mustafa Ali (fluff? melancholy fluff?), Karrion Kross/ Scarlett Bordeaux (smut and more smut), Drew McIntyre (angst, I know I said I wanted to stick to wrestlers who have less of a following but Drew is my exception because I love him), Candice LeRae (smut with female reader), Adam Cole (fluff)

Things that are in the works but still need work: Cameron Grimes (I don’t know why, but this dude totally triggers my repulsion/ attraction sensors), Hiromu Takahashi, Samoa Joe, Shotzi Blackheart, Joey Janela + Sonny Kiss

People I want to write for but haven’t found the right idea yet: 

WWE/ NXT: Sasha Banks, Tomasso Ciampa (heel Tomasso would be way easier to write for), Shinsuke Nakamura, Santos Escobar, Swerve Scott, Mercedes Martinez, Damian Priest 

AEW: PAC (although I may end up calling him Adrian Neville if the story isn’t specific to AEW), Scorpio Sky, Abadon (non-sexual but I really want to do a horror thing featuring her), Kenny Omega 

NJPW/ ROH: Alex Zayn (if you haven’t seen this guy, go search him out on YouTube, especially his match against Blake Christian at the recent GCW show), Tama Tonga/ Guerillas of Destiny (any fic I write will feature bearded Tama. I do not acknowledge the existence of beardless Tama.), Shingo Takagi (he’s a priority for me... I feel weak), Jay White, Sanada, Evil

Are these the only people I’d consider writing for? Not at all, so please feel free to hit me up with any ideas. 

What about Impact? Aren’t they a bigger promotion? I don’t follow Impact at all, so I don’t have a good sense of the characters. I don’t follow ROH either, but I’m more familiar with their people through New Japan. 

Yeesh. Sounds like I need to get to work if I’m going to be able to provide all this content I’m suddenly promising. And although I do want to do as many different characters as possible, I can’t promise that I won’t do some repeats. 

There’s another thing that I want to talk about wrt fics I write, but I’m handling that in another post. (oooohhh cliffhanger...)

[ripleylove]

Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas.

pairing: santos escobar x fem reader.

genre: suggestive,not any actual smut tho

summary: seeing Elektra being all over Santos,ignited a feeling of jealousy inside you,and you wanted to have your revenge.

A/N: couldnt find any santos escobar content so as always i took the matter in my own hands.

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You were fuming.

You were just one breath away until you destroyed anything that came into your vision from the jealousy.

Your beloved (hell nah) Elektra Lopez was just hugging and touching Santos,and the worst thing is that he isn't even saying or doing anything about it.

And you,his girlfriend,were right in front of them.

You weren't sure about how smoke didn't come out of your ears like in cartoons,because you were mad.

But,you wanted to endure it.

Your revenge would be served on a silver plate,so you let him enjoy the moment,before everything would be done your way.

What does that mean?

Oh,you wanted to give him silent treatment.

While Elektra was still all over him,you put an indifferent espression on your face to fool people,while you were burning from jealousy inside,and you made your way to the catering,where you saw Angel.

"Oh,hi Angel! How are you doing?" You asked,while picking up a bottle of water inside the little fridge in the catering.

"Oh,now that I got to see you,I'm definitely doing better than before." He said with a flirty smirk,and you awkwardly nodded with a smile.

Before you and Angel had the chance to talk more,you heard Santos entering the catering room.

"Dios mio,ma. I thought you disappeared! Why didn't you tell me you were here?" He said with heavy breath,since he ran all the way here.

You didn't tell him anything,and you just walked past him,making your way to his locker room to grab your things.

Obviously,Santos was confused as hell, and he looked over to Angel,who just shrugged his shoulders.

Your boyfriend followed you like a lost puppy.

That's why you decided to give him silent treatment: because he's the clingiest person you've ever met,and he couldn't survive without having you close. So,ignoring him would hopingly teach him a lesson.

"Mi amor?" He asked,hoping that you would answer,but you didn't. You just kept on walking,your destination soon approached by the both of you.

You pushed the door open,making Santos flinch.

What happened? Why didn't you talk to him? Did he do something wrong?

Those were the questions that spiraled in Santos' mind,but he couldn't manage to give himself any answer.

While he spaced out,you started to put your things in your black bag. You put your hair in a ponytail, ready to change your clothes before leaving.

You turned around facing Santos,and you gestured him to leave the room. "Go outside,I need to change." You said,your tone cold without any expression or without any sweet word.

This made Santos feel worried: him bring in the same room you were changing in never bothered you.

He frowned,and he walked towards you.

"Mamacita,why aren't you talking to me? What did I do? Please tell me,baby,I can't stand being ignored by you." His tone was pleading,while he turned you around to look in your eyes.

You chuckled, "Oh,you really don't know? You didn't notice the way your dear 'friend' Elektra was being all over you in front of me?"

'oh shit' Santos thought.

"C'mon,ma. You know I love only you. She won't stop even if I tell her." Santos said while wrapping his hands around your waist.

"And you think this is a good reason? Oh,Santos you're so wrong."

"Mi amor,please forgive me. I know that it isn't a good justification, but I promise you're the only one in my life. Let me show that what I'm saying is true." He said while kissing your sensitive neck,and you couldn't not give in his antics.

"You better show me I am,papi." You smirked,pressing gently your hands in his muscular chest,while ha picked you up,giving your neck some red and purple marks with his skillful mouth.

"Oh,claro que si,mama. Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas."

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[alicejoaquin1990]

Bed springs(Santos Escobar)

Smut

Words count:1489

Thxs @daddyslittlevillain for the help

Y/n

I’m a journalist for WWE NXT, and I have been working here for four years now. At the moment, I’m talking to Shotzi and Rhea when Santos Escobar and his minions came up to us and sat down by me. I started to blush like I was a tomato. I have had a big crush on him since I first laid my eyes on him. I hurried over to the left to have space to breathe and think before I made a fool of myself. I want the ground to swallow me whole. Shotzi hit my leg under the table. I looked at her like she was the murderer and I was the victim. I wanted to tie her hair to the suitable ropes right now.

I was going to say something, but Santos spoke up and said, “Mami Porque cada vez qué pasó por ti te sonrojas Como un tomate?” After he said that, I started to blush some more, and he had a slight smirk. Shotzi kicked my leg under the table again. “What was that for?” I asked her, “You’ve got that look that just screams ‘pin me to the bed, Papi and dick me down.’ I looked at her, shocked, and turned to look at Santos, but he was already walking away. True, be told, I do want Santos to pin me to a bed, but how am I going to make that happen without making myself look like an idiot? I got up because I needed to get ready for my interview with the new North American champion, Damian Priest; as I was walking, I bumped into my ex, Finn Bálor, who is the new NXT World Champion. But neither of us knew that someone was furiously looking our way when Finn and I were talking. Hunter came up to Finn and me and told me I had five minutes to get ready for my interview. I said goodbye to Finn and went and talked to Damian. I got to where I had my interview, but when I looked up from my phone. Damian wasn’t the one waiting for me; it was the man of the hour, Santos Escobar. I stopped when I saw him; my palms started to sweat like mom’s spaghetti. I walked up to him; here goes nothing, whether now or never. He looked like he was the tiger, and I was his prey. Before I could repeat something stupid, I chose my words wisely; as I said something, he spoke up. His tone was harsh, like a bitch slap to the face by the person you called your best friend. “What were you doing talking to that boy, mami? He can’t handle you as I can.” Before I could stop myself, I opened my mouth and said, “And exactly would you handle me, Papi?” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I could feel my cheeks heat up and get redder than tomatoes. Again, in one day, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. As I was going to repeat something stupid, someone started playing Bed Springs by Justin Love. I looked straight at Santos, and he had a smirk on his face. “I’m going to pin you to the nearest surface, Mami, and make you scream so loud that everyone will know that you belong to me, to your Papi Santos, and I won’t make you scream just once, I’m going to be in that sweet pussy of yours for days.” The more I heard him talk, the wetter I could feel myself getting, and I couldn’t wait to let him wreck me. With that statement, he walked away, and here came Damian. And I think my face was still red from my encounter with Santos. Damian came up to me and said, “Hola mamasita.” I think I started to blush more than I was before. Damian has been flirting with me for a week now. I think Santos is going to fuck up my insides more than ever now. I started my questions out with a simple question. “How do you feel now that you're the new North American champion?” “I feel great now that my reign of infamy has officially begun, but I would feel even better if you’d let me take you to dinner,” Damian replied with a smirk. Great, now I’m not going to walk for a month after Santos is done with me, but I’m not complaining though. I was going to ask my next question when Santos stormed into my interview like a hurricane. He looked at Damian’s face and said, “Why do you keep flirting with my girl every week?” “You ain’t getting her; she is mine and only mine.”