#rytana

[babyfacerps]

CONSTANT CRAVING HAS ALWAYS BEEN ↳ long time roleplayer, looking to get back into it so i’ll keep this short and sweet. i’m a santana lopez/naya rivera f/c roleplayer and i’m looking for a 1x1 partner or two. i’m open to all kinds of plots and ships and i’ve even written some up for us/found some inspo, so come take a look and lets play.

plots + about me + message

[indielynn]

WET

WET:  My muse strips down to their undergarments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.

Ryder felt inexplicably happy, completely unable to wipe the dumb grin off his face. He didn't even realise it was possible to be this happy. Yet here he was, walking back from dinner hand in hand with his drop-dead gorgeous wife, who also happened to be the mother of his child. The greatest child to ever exist, not that he was biased or anything.

Sure, he may have had a few too many tequilas at dinner and that may have been contributing to his giddy mood. But he was in Mexico, on his honeymoon. He didn't think he could really be blamed for enjoying himself.

"Come on, let's go to the beach." He suggested as he opened the door to their villa. The one that had access to a private beach area out the back. They'd paid extra for it, not wanting to risk any paparazzi shots getting out or being invaded by any Santana fans who happened to be lurking in Mexico.

Ryder didn't wait for an answer before he was dragging Santana through the house, out into the garden and then through the gate onto the beach. It was dark, with only the distant resort lights and the moonlight bouncing off the sea to guide them.

He stopped a few metres short of the water, quickly shimmying out of his clothes. He was too drunk to feel any cold (though it was Mexico so cold didn't really come into it) as he even ditched his underwear before running towards the water.

"Come on San, it's about time we crossed skinny dipping off our list," Ryder called back towards where Santana was still standing by his clothes, watching him with a bemused look on her face.

Ryder watched as Santana began to take off her own clothes, albeit much too slowly for his liking. He waited for her to get down to her underwear before deciding she'd taken too long. "You snooze, you lose." He practically yelled (his volume button often broke when he'd been drinking) as he raced towards her, easily picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. "I don't care if that didn't make sense." Ryder laughed, heading back into the water with Santana still draped over his shoulder and back.

[ursulawrites]

♫

Send “♫” for a song that reminds me of our muses relationship.

Redux!Rytana: 

Wasn’t Expecting That - Jamie Lawson 

Power Over Me - Dermot Kennedy

NYC!Jaketana: No Judgement - Niall Horan SC!Rytana: Falling - Harry Styles BTS!Jaketana: Oath - Cher Lloyd ft Becky G BTS!Sugtana: Told You So - Little Mix

[alexisrosez]

💒

Ryder couldn’t believe it had gotten this far or that he’d let it get this far. She was getting married, and it wasn’t to him. How had that even happened? It should have been him and Santana putting the final preparations together for their big day, not Santana and Quinn. They should still be a couple, co-parenting Grace and living together in their penthouse apartment. Not this. Never this. 

He hadn’t been too concerned when Santana told him she had a girlfriend a few months after their break up. It was just a rebound, it was nothing serious he had told himself. Except the nothing serious slipped past the fling phase and into the relationship phase before one day, Santana had told him that she was engaged. He still remembered that otherwise unimportant Tuesday, how it felt like he’d been punched in the gut. The truth was, he’d never gotten over Santana. His feelings hadn’t weakened one bit and he still wanted to be with her, still pined for her on a daily basis. It turned out that his fame and money could do nothing to help those feelings fade, or could help him get to sleep as he often lay awake imagining what would have happened if they hadn’t broken up. Would they be happy? Would they still be together? Would it be them about to get married?

It was now the day before the wedding and he had just turned his car into the parking lot of the hotel where Santana was staying. He didn’t have any sinister motivations for being here, he’d been looking after Grace to keep her out of her mom’s hair whilst she was getting ready but it was time to drop her off so she could join the rest of the bridal party. He parked up, getting Grace out of the car and heading through the lobby before taking the elevator up to Santana’s floor, checking the suite number from the text she sent him. He reached the right room, one hand holding his little girl’s hand and the other one knocking on the door. 

“Hey San” Ryder said as Santana opened the door, smiling as Grace pulled away from him so she could rush forward and hug her mom. Grace was approaching 5 and Ryder was both proud of the girl she was becoming and terrified of how fast everything was moving. “Well here she is, all ready for the weekend.” He rambled, not really sure of what to say in this situation. It didn’t help that something shiny had caught Grace’s attention and she’d dashed off into the room, leaving her parents alone with each other.

“Don’t marry her.”

Had he really just said that? Had those words really just left his mouth? It was like his brain had just blacked out and his heart had taken control. “Sorry... I didn’t mean to say that.” He mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “But I do mean it.” God there was his heart again. 

“Fuck it.” He had come this far, he might as well tell her the rest. “I know this makes me the world’s biggest asshole for doing this so close to the wedding and for saying anything at all. I want you to be happy, I do. If that’s with Quinn then that’s fine, I wish you a lifetime of happiness. But I want you to know that I’m still in love with you. It turns out that those kinds of feelings don’t just go away Santana. I love you, I love everything about you. I love our family.” He added, his gaze drifting across to Grace playing on the other side of the room. 

"I’m not expecting you to come back to me or to leave Quinn or to do anything about this - I just wanted you to know.” He shrugged shyly. “And if you do get married, I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be here no matter what, for her.” He nodded over towards Grace. “And you if you need it.” He added, not wanting her to think that he’d be a dick to her even if she didn’t pick him. 

“Okay I think I’ve said everything I have to say. I’ll... I’ll see you soon.” He didn’t know what else there was to say, and he wasn’t going to stick around to hear her reject him straight away - he didn’t know if he could handle that. He gave her one last weak smile before turning to head back down the corridor, with no idea what the hell was going to happen next.

SEND 💒 TO INTERRUPT MY MUSE FROM GETTING MARRIED

[snixxem]

text message 🔁 rytana

[sends photo]

tana: make me bootleg famous😉

tana: I mean, it had been forever since you guys dated or whatever. You act like you guys were close.

[goldenchildlynn]

text : rytana

RYDER: i think i'll have time on tuesday...

RYDER: i've been a little busy but a little cheat day breather should be fine.

[ryansfabray]

About Time | Rytana | 1.21

It seemed like it took them forever to get to this point. With the lockdown and investigation it didn’t seem like they were ever going to get here. Ryan was ready for the blistering cold as was evident by the layers and layers of clothes she needed to pull herself from when they finally got to the bar. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the amount of fabric that sat around her waist as she settled onto the bar stool. “If there wasn’t alcohol here, I don’t think this cold would be worth it,” she admitted as she flagged down the bartender. “Seriously, 7 degrees is ridiculous.” Once the bartender got there, she ordered a southern comfort and waited for Santana to place hers before offering her credit card to start a tab. @notsosubmissivetana

[ryderreturns]

PM || Rytana

Santana: How are you, my friend? Better now?

Ryder: A lot better now, thanks

Ryder: You and Marley did the right thing

Ryder: I'm sorry about all of it

[ryderlynnhq-blog]

Texts 📩  Rytana

Ryder: Sup, Santana?

Ryder: You going to the party at Motta's tonight? Or know if its gonna happen like last year?

Ryder: Cuz if its not gonna happen I don't want to be the only guy that shows up at Sugars place lol

[snixuality]

shotgun san 👊💥 rytana

His nose was bleeding. It dripped methodically to stain the baby blue of his shirt as he hunched, angry and bruised behind The Shack’s event table. Her arms crossed about her chest, Santana stared openly at the blood that seeped from between his fingers, foot tapping against pavement to ease the rush of adrenaline that had broken the boys apart minutes earlier. The crowd had dissipated, albeit somewhat reluctantly. She had refused to let Blaine’s grubby hands in the cooler, so he had sprinted away for more ice. Puck had stormed off almost immediately--still fuming--with his knuckles as beaten as Ryder’s face. And Santana had stayed behind with full intentions to follow through with The Talk. “Is this a bad time?” Her chair scraping and bumping against the unevenness of the street, she sat beside him and crossed her legs at the knees, reaching forward to place a hand at his back. “You know what? It doesn’t matter, look.” Face somber, she smoothed the lines from his shoulders, once, twice, a third time -- “I don’t know what the hell your deal is, but if I find out you pulled some shit, it’s over for you.” She dug her nails in, gripping hard enough to pierce through the fabric of his t-shirt. “And it’ll be a hell of a lot worse than this Fuckerman facial.”

[ryderdolittle-blog]

Texts || Rytana

Santana: Ryder! How's everything going

Ryder: Santana! It goes and goes haha. But overall it's good. My science classes are a little harder then last sem. How are you?? If there weren't a million things going on today, I'd take you for pizza

[babyfacerps]

CONSTANT CRAVING HAS ALWAYS BEEN ↳ long time roleplayer, looking to get back into it so i’ll keep this short and sweet. i’m a santana lopez/naya rivera f/c roleplayer and i’m looking for one more 1x1 partner. i’m open to all kinds of plots and ships [right now i’m looking for a m/f plot] so click on the links below or send me a message!

plots + about me + message + ships

[indielynn]

Ryder & Santana 💖

[ursulawrites]

💊

💊 – a kiss between exes

Ryder turned the car into Santana's driveway, bringing it to a stop before slotting the gear lever into park. He got out to get Gracie out of her car seat in the back. He hated having to say goodbye to his daughter, but he'd accepted that was just a part of his life now.

"I'll see you soon, okay?" He whispered in the little girl's ear. "I love you so much." He added, pressing a gentle kiss against her head. He smiled at the small "love you too" that he got in return, before putting her down. She ran off towards the house, and Ryder turned to Santana who had since gotten out of the car.

"I can't believe how big she is." He commented wistfully as he watched his daughter's retreating figure. Gracie was six now and they'd just been to watch her latest ballet recital. Ryder had blown off an awards ceremony to attend, but there was no place he'd rather be.

"Can we do more of this together?" Ryder asked tentatively, leaning against the car as he looked at Santana. "I miss her; I miss you; I just miss us." He admitted, once again regretting letting Santana slip through his fingers. These days his idea of a perfect weekend would just be staying in and having fun with his girls.

A flicker of hope began to build in his chest as Santana told him that she missed him too. Ryder swore he could see the same longing in her eyes that he knew was in his own, which may be why he found himself succumbing to his impulses. Before he knew what he was doing, he moved forward, swiftly closing the gap between them. He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers as he poured his feelings into the kiss.

"I'm so sorry." Ryder apologised as he swiftly pulled away. He knew he had no right to be making any sort of move on her. "Just know, I want you. So if you ever want to give this another go..." He added, gesturing between the two of them. "I am all in."

[snixxem]

text message ⇆ rytana

tana: hey, can I ask you something.

[ryansfabray]

What’s Your Fantasy | Rytana

Who: Ryan Fabray & Santana Lopez

What: Fantasy things with Ryan’s ‘Little Devil’

Ryan

This had been building up for a long time. Ryan and Santana meeting and getting to know each other right at the tail end of her claim couldn't have been timed better. Things changed quickly, but to Ryan it seemed like it was all timed perfectly. Long enough for her to get back into her own space and have Santana kneeling for her in her own living room. She smirked down at the other girl, body tense with anticipation. "I've been looking forward to this all week, little devil. It's the perfect way to start this new chapter of my life. My favorite little devil on her knees for me. I bet you can't wait to eat this pussy of mine, can you?" Ryan lifted her skirt, just enough for her to flash the toy that was resting between her legs. "I think it's time we live out that fantasy of yours, hm?"

Santana

The Switch was no longer claimed, an interesting development in Santana’s opinion that suited her pretty well. She’d not had the best first interaction with the Lynn boy and thus she hadn’t seen him approving of this. Now she didn’t have to worry about any of that, instead she just waited on her knees in anticipation. “It’s all that’s occupied my thoughts for days Master, I can tell you how many times I’ve put my hand between my legs thinking about getting to taste you.” The submissive purred, her cunt clenching a little as Ryan flashed the toy that they’d spoken about. “Please.” She responded, a rare word from her lips.

Ryan

Ryan would never grow tired of hearing that title from Santana. It was like the rebranding that she didn't know it needed. It was currently her favorite sound from the submissive, though she was sure that was going to change after tonight. Ryan didn't know where to start, there was so much she wanted to do. "Is that right?" Ryan laced her fingers through the Latina's hair. "And exactly how many times did you cum thinking about tasting my cunt, hm?" Ryan's other hand clutched Santana's face by her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet hers. Then she pried open her mouth with two fingers. "Open wide, bitch. Show me if your mouth can even fit my cock inside."

Santana

Life had been slightly less tiresome since she had admitted to herself this was what she wanted, not so much the submission she’d always knew that would bring her pleasure to an extent. But doing it exclusively with beautiful women, now that was such an improvement. “Five.. maybe six..” Santana smirked, thinking how much she had enjoyed herself. Wanky. Literally. Ryan’s fingers prying open her mouth wasn’t something she would have pictured being hot but the action sent a wave of arousal down her body and she complied opening her mouth for the blonde.

Ryan

That was a bigger number than Ryan expected and it resulted in a hearty moan from the Switch as she pictured the other girl losing control with images of her on Santana's mind. "Now that's an image I'm going to need brought to life at some point, your fingers in between your legs, telling me how much you wish it were my fingers or my mouth or my cock there. I'll make you bring yourself to the edge over and over again without actually giving you permission to cum until you're a dripping begging mess." Ryan stuck a third and a fourth finger into her mouth until it was open as wide as it could go. When she removed her fingers, it only gave Santana relief for a few seconds before the was teasing her lips with the tip of the strap on. "Get my cock nice and wet."

Santana

The Switch moaning was something that would have brought a smirk to the dark haired girls lips if she wasn’t so preoccupied with the fingers in her mouth. She moaned around Ryans hand as she brought forth the image of her edging and desperate for the girls cock with Ryan standing over her watching and taunting her. The girl was drooling just a little by the time the Domme pulled her fingers away. Breathless. Though she had to swallow her breath quickly as she was faced with the strap on, opening her mouth again to lay a long lick down the length while making eye contact with Ryan before she took it into her mouth properly.October 1, 2020

Ryan

It was the eye contact that really captivated Ryan. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't look away. Even as Santana's mouth watered and drool dripped down her chin, Ryan's eyes were fixed on her eyes. The blonde licked her lips and stepped forward as Santana took the toy in her mouth. Only then did hazel eyes flick down to see just how gorgeous the submissive looked with her mouth stuffed with her cock. Before long, however, Ryan was transfixed with her eyes, big and dark with lust. A silent plea asking for Ryan to fuck her up. There was hardly time for her to get used to the feeling of it in her mouth before Ryan was bucking her hips forward, pushing the cock down the other girl's throat, choking her. All the while keeping Santana's gaze. Her hand was firm on the back of her head, ensuring that Santana couldn't move and that Ryan was in complete and total control.

Santana

Santana shifted on her knees in a move that could be interpreted as her adjusting herself to take the toy more easily in her mouth, but it reality it was to shift her thighs together a little to satisfy her already aching cunt. As Ryan pushed her cock all the way to the back of her throat the submissive gagged a little. But the firm hand on the back of her head only made her more aroused, God who was she? Turned on by being so helpless. She whimpered just a little as she kept eye contact with the blonde, her eyes watering just a little.

Ryan

Ryan could see the change in Santana's eyes as she slipped into a more submissive headspace. Though the ferocity and fire was sure to stay. She smirked at the way she whimpered and Ryan wanted more of it, so she used her free hand to plug her nose, cutting off air for just a few seconds, just long enough for the tears at the brim of Santana's eyes to roll down her cheeks. There were a few seconds of relief for Santana before she repeated the action, this time pushing the cock as far down Santana's throat as she possibly could and plugging her nose for a lot longer. This time, she wanted Santana to beg for air. Or see how much she could with her eyes alone.

Santana

Santana probably wouldn’t have admitted it aloud, even to Ryan but she didn’t think she’d ever been more aroused than she was right now. There was just something about Ryan’s confidence and complete ownership of the situation that just drove her crazy. She let out another little choked moan as Ryan cut off the air the first time. Feeling drool drip down her chin, along with the tears that were flowing freely. The brunette gasped for air in her brief moment of relief before the Domme was plugging her nose again. Brown eyes gazed up at Ryan through her tears, a little fuzzy from the lack of air as she begged her to have pity with only those brown irises. Pity wasn’t a word that had ever crossed her mind until now, but the best coherent thought she could come up with was Please Master.

Ryan

Ryan couldn't remember the last time she had this much complete and utter control. There was no reason to hide or worry about who was on the other side of her bedroom door while she snuck around trying to fulfill more than half of who she was. This was who she was and she wasn't as sure as in this moment with Santana giving herself completely. Her body was buzzing and she was eager to unleash all of her pent up Domme energy on the willing submissive. All of it went strait to her gut. The tears, the spit, and the silent plea of her eyes. Still, Ryan didn't give any relief until she could see a slight red tint on Santana's face. Even when she pulled the cock out, her hand was firm on Santana's chin, holding her gaze. "What was that, little devil? I couldn't hear you with your mouth stuffed with my cock." Ryan turned her hips just enough to smack the side of Santana's face with the strap. "Make sure you speak up."

Santana

Later Santana would consider why it was so hot to her that Ryan didn’t stop choking her right away, but for now her head was barely clear enough to think past the next few minutes. She breathed heavily when Ryan finally pulled the toy out, another small moan escaping her when the blonde spoke. “You’re so hot Master.” She told the Switch without really thinking about it, the cock slapping her face making her pussy clench. “I want you so much.”

Ryan

It wasn't at all what Ryan was expecting Santana to say, but she liked it. A lot. The clear desperation in her voice mixed in with the scratchiness of being choked. She enjoyed the way the silicone ricocheted off her Santana's face, so she slapped the other side of her face as well. "And what exactly do you want, hm?" Ryan asked in a low voice. "For me to keep slapping you in the face with my cock to remind you that you're my little bitch. Or do you want me to treat you like the little cock slut you are and bend you over this couch and fuck you until you're thighs are soaked and your legs are shaky? Hm?"October 2, 2020

Santana

Santana trembled just a little with excitement when the rubber cock slapped against her face once more. “I want your big cock in my cunt so badly Master, I want you fuck me like the whore I am.. but I also know that it’s not about what I want it’s about pleasing you. So if you want to remind me what a little bitch I am, then I’ll be more than fucking grateful.” The dark haired girl responded, pushing her tits together as subtly as she could manage with her arms hoping that a response like that would lead to a reward.

Ryan

The first comment, Ryan expected. She could tell just by looking at Santana how desperate she was to be fucked. What she was surprised hu was the following comment. Ryan smirked then bent down a little bit so she could be eye level with the submissive. “You mean like this?” Ryan slapped her cheek then wrapped her hand around the front of her throat. “Because right now you are nothing more than my little bitch, are you?”October 3, 2020

Santana

Santana let out another shaky breath as the Domme got on eye level with her, goosebumps rising on her skin as Ryan’s eyes met her own. The submissive outwardly moaned when Ryan slapped her. God that was hot. “I’m your bitch Master.” She gasped with the blondes hand around her throat.

Ryan

"That's right, my little bitch." Ryan emphasized the word my by tightening the grip she had on Santana's neck and pulling her closer. "That's what I like to hear." Ryan released her grip and stood up. She pulled her dress off, leaving her in nothing but the strap. "Stand up, little bitch. And come bend over the arm of the couch." She pointed to where she wanted the other girl. "You better be stripped and ready by the time I finish applying the lube or you won't be getting fucked tonight."

Santana

Santana wondered if Ryan could tell that it went straight to her cunt when she said shit like that, hopefully she didn’t, that was too much power for one person. She let out a little “O.” And then “Yes Master.” As Ryan removed her dress, and then started to scramble to her feet. Shedding lingerie as fast as she could, there was no way she was going to miss getting fucked after all this, she bent over the arm of the couch spreading her legs and showing off how wet she was.

Ryan

It was amusing for Ryan, watching Santana scramble to her feet and strip the garments off her body. She might have been in a rush because of her orders, but Ryan took her time running her fingers up her thigh before grabbing her ass. "That's a good little bitch." She teased her opening, then ran the head of the toy up and down her slit. "You're so fucking wet for me, little devil." Ryan used her free hand to grab her hair by the roots and pull her head back so that she could lick the outer shell of her ear. "You love it when I slap you and call you my little bitch." It wasn't a question - more of a statement. Then without any further warning, she pushed her hips forward, burying the cock deep inside Santana.