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alicejoaquin1990 · 4 years ago

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Bed springs(Santos Escobar)

Smut

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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.”

#I had to add my husband Damian in here #I got to make a part two because tumblr’s being a little bitch #finn balor #damian priest #santos escobar #Santos Escobar is a full course meal

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gamergirl929 · 5 years ago

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The Champion’s Champion (Zelina Vega x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Hi! Is it possible to get a request where reader is the NXT women's champion and is dating Zelina Vega & since we all know Z has a thing with power, reader allows her to wear her championship and just be in control when they have sex? Tysm!

SMUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Your favorite pair of brown orbs settle on you backstage and you grin.

Their owner, your girlfriend, Zelina Vega makes her way towards you, hips swaying seductively. She eventually gets to you, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss.

“Hola bebé (Hey baby.)” She whispers and you grin, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Ready?” You ask, holding your arm out and she takes it, rolling her eyes when she realizes you’re flexing slightly.

She gives your bicep a squeeze.

“Si.”

You move through the backstage area, you girlfriend gently stroking your bicep.

“MOVE FOR YOUR NXT CHAMPION. Idiotas (Idiots.)” She mumbles and you snort.

Your girlfriend had always been incredibly forward, where as you were soft spoken and sweet.

You chuckle, turning your head to press a kiss to her temple, the woman grinning.

“Vamos a mostrarle a Charlotte cómo se hace (Let's show Charlotte how it's done).” She rasps and you nod, smirking cockily.

“Let’s go.”

***

Your music hits, you and Zelina swaggering out onto the stage, Zelina still gripping your bicep.

You turn to her sending her a wink and a charming smile, slapping your NXT belt on your waist before the two of you move towards the ring where Charlotte Flair is waiting, her eyes narrowed.

Zelina moves up the stairs, you holding her hand tightly so she doesn’t fall in the incredibly high heels she’s wearing, you pull the ropes down your girlfriend bending towards you as she slips into the ring, you slipping in to stand beside her.

Boldly you walk straight up to Charlotte, unclipping your title from your waist and holding it high in the air, face impassive.

Charlotte scowls, green orbs darting from you, to the title and back.

“Así es como se ve un verdadero campeón (This is what a true champion looks like.)” Zelina smirks, cupping your cheeks and turning your head so she can press a kiss to your lips.

“Patear el culo de esa perra (Kick that bitch’s ass.)”

You smirk.

“Para ti (For you.)”

***

You were absolutely dominating Charlotte Flair, much to Zelina’s delight, her brown orbs on you as she traps her bottom lip between her teeth.

Needless to say, watching you complete dominate in the ring was an absolute turn on for the woman, your confidence and cockiness in the ring sending a jolt straight to the woman’s core.

“Si Papi... (Yes, daddy.)” She whispers, low enough just for you to hear and you smirk, glancing down at her and sending you a wink.

“Todo para ti bebé (Everything for you baby.)”

Zelina lets out a full body shiver at your feet of strength, picking Charlotte up and slamming her onto the mat again and again as if she weighed nothing.

Zelina licks her lips slowly, grinning when you get the 1,2,3, pinning the GREAT Charlotte Flair. She rushes towards the time keeper’s area, grabbing your title and slipping into the ring.

She holds the title up with one hand while using her other to pull you into a kiss, the woman beaming with pride.

“Volvamos al hotel y celebremos (Let’s go back to the hotel and celebrate.)”

You smirk, growling possessively.

“You read my mind.”

***

The second you hit the hotel room Zelina is on you, letting out a growl as she literally tears your button up off, your buttons flying all over the room.

“You better buy me a new one Vega.” You tease, the woman shoving you back against the way, her tongue slipping into your mouth.

You groan, sliding your hands down her back and palming her ass roughly.

“Ahh, Si Papi (Yes daddy)…" She purrs and you groan, the woman slipping her fingers behind your back and unhooking your title from your waist.

She hums, looking down at the shining belt.

The woman cockily smirks as she slips the belt around her own waist, clipping it on.

“I’m the champion tonight.” She winks and you smirk.

“Well champ... What do you want?” You ask, a brow arched and Zelina takes a step back, making a show of stripping herself bare, your NXT champion the only thing covering her lower half.

“I want you to take your clothes off.”

Wordlessly, you slip your torn shirt off before unhooking your bra, Zelina licking her lips as you kick your shoes off and slowly unbutton your pants.

Your girlfriend eyes you hungrily, her brown orbs black as you slowly unzip your pants, the sound deafening in the quiet room.

Zelina’s brown orbs lock with your Y/E/C orbs as you slowly, shimmy out of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your boxers.

“Detener (Stop).” Zelina growls and you freeze, growling when instead of pulling your boxers down, she unbuttons the fly at the front before slipping her hand inside, her fingertips running through your folds.

“Ahhh...” You tilt your head back, grunting when Zelina starts to nip at your neck.

“Ya mojada (Already wet.)” She whispers, kissing your collar bone and you grunt, your brows furrowing.

“Por Favor (Please.)” You groan when Zelina ducks her head to bite the swell of your breasts.

“Paciencia (Patience.)”

You sigh impatiently, crying out when Zelina begins suckling on your breast, her brown orbs locked on your dark Y/E/C lust filled orbs, meanwhile her fingers are still running through your folds, avoiding where you need her most.

She lavishes your breasts, lashing her tongue against your nipple before tacking as much of your breast as she can in her mouth before again teasing the erect bud in her mouth.

“Yes, fuck...” Your hips cant when Zelina’s fingers lightly tease your clit, your whole body shuddering.

Zelina meanwhile has turned her attention to your other breast, her fingers slowly stroking your clit, the apex between your thighs growing wetter and wetter.

She grins, turning to bury her nose in your neck as her fingers speed up, drawing tight, fast circles against your clit.

You lean your head back, hips rocking in time with Zelina’s strokes.

“¿Te gusta eso? (You like that?)” She moans against your neck and you nod.

“Harder?” Zelina whispers and you nod, the woman grinning.

“Use your words.” She purrs, sucking on your neck and you grunt.

“P-Please...” You stutter, Zelina biting your neck, hard.

“Que soy esta noche (What am I tonight?)” She asks, giving your clit a pinch and you let out a raspy groan that makes the woman embarrassingly wet.

“Champ... P-Pl-Please... Ha-Harder.” You shiver, Zelina grinning.

She leans back, but before you can protest, she moves to stand right in front of you, slipping her hands down the front of your boxers.

“Ugh, fuck Zelina...” You groan when Zelina slips a finger inside you, exploring the tight channel between your legs.

“Tan mojada (So wet.)” She whispers, slipping another finger inside you, sliding them in and out of your tight heat.

Zelina looks up at you, grinning at the thin sheen of sweat that’s formed on your face, your hips rocking harder as you chase your release.

“¿Cerca? (Close?)” She asks and you nod, wordlessly, mere seconds from your release.

Zelina’s fingers still and you let out an embarrassingly loud whine.

“No... Bebita... yo estaba tan cerca (No... Babygirl... I was so close.)” You howl when your eyes flash open and you see Zelina on her knees, the woman winking before she buries herself between your legs.

Your brows furrow, your mouth gaping as you rock into Zelina’s eager tongue, your body tingling as if every nerve ending in your body had been stimulated.

Zelina grins against you as your fingers slip into her hair, fisting handfuls of her hair as you pull her closer.

The feel of your legs shuddering, and clit throbbing beneath her tongue tells Zelina your close, the woman whispering against your dripping core.

“Cum bebé, cum.” She flicks her tongue against your clit and you do letting out a guttural howl as you tumble over the edge, body rocked by a powerful orgasm.

Zelina is all too happy to help you down from your high, her tongue slowing when you eventually slide down the wall, a blissed out grin on your face as Zelina leans in for a kiss, your essence on her tongue.

“Buena (Good?)” She asks and you chuckle.

“Fucking great.” You rasp. “Fucking amazing.” You pull the woman into your lap, the apex between her thighs resting on your leg.

“Someone’s wet.” You whisper, bending your leg just so, Zelina letting out a grunt.

“Siiii (Yes.)”

She lets out a squeal when you suddenly lift her into the air and carry her to the bed, all the while pressing sloppy kisses to her breast, stopping to nip and tease her nipples.

“Ugh.” She groans when you sit her down on a nearby dresser, dropping to your knees and immediately latching on to her clit.

“Oh, Dios mío (Oh, my god.)” She whines, your title scrapping against her stomach as she rocks.

“Always taste so good.” You whisper, nipping at the button between her legs.

“Follame (Fuck me.)” She snarls and you smirk, slipping both of her legs over your shoulders.

“Oh, I’ll be happy to.”

Zelina cries out when you dive between her legs, nudging her clit with your nose as your tongue explores her tight heat.

Zelina grins as she rocks into you, tangling her fingers in your hair.

“Make me cum.” She sighs. “Make the campeona (champion) cum.”

You give her clit a couple teasing nips before you latch onto it, sucking and lashing your tongue against the pulsing nub until the woman above you gasps, loudly, her entire body shuddering.

Zelina continues to rock against your tongue, her body stilling when she comes down from her powerful orgasm.

“Always so good with your boca (mouth.)” Zelina sighs, unaware that you’d moved to your feet.

Zelina groans when you abruptly slide two fingers into her, picking up a relentless pace as your fingers slip in and out of her tight heat.

“Oh!” She cries out when you lift her up and press her against a nearby wall, the woman bouncing on your fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes...” Zelina chants over and over again, the wrinkle between her brows deep.

“I’m...” She starts, her mouth gaping and you smirk.

“Gonna cum again?” You ask and the woman nods, burying her face in your neck as she convulses, crying out, panting against your shoulder as you help her down from her high, her body twitching.

“Oh, Dios mío (Oh, my god.)” She pants and you grin, turning to kiss the side of her head.

“No, he terminado contigo (I’m not done with you...)” Zelina lets out a squeal when you place her on the bed before laying down yourself and lifting her up, placing her on top of you, her legs on either side of you.

“You’re in charge champ...” You whisper knitting your fingers together and slipping your joined hands behind your head.

“Use me.”

The last line makes Zelina clit throb, your NXT title still tight around her waists as she situations herself just over your own core.

The first rock of her hits makes you shake, your hands grasping her waist, the cool medal of your title beneath your fingertips.

Zelina’s hips pick up speed and soon you’re sitting up, rutting into one another wildly.

Zelina cups your cheeks, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips, it’s only a few moments later when she cries out, her orgasm hitting her abruptly, the feel of her essence coating yours enough to make you cum, groaning against her neck as the two of you rut into one another before stilling, the two of you panting heavily.

Zelina pulls back with a massive grin, leaning back in to press a kiss to your lips.

“Fuck.” She whispers, undoing your belt and tossing it on to the hotel room’s opposite bed before spreading your legs and snuggling between them.

“That was...” She sighs and you chuckle.

“Buen (good?)” You ask and Zelina laughs.

“Fucking amazing... I need to be champ more often.”

#wwe #WWE Imagine #Zelina Vega #zelina vega x reader #zelina vega imagine

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swifteforeverandalways · 5 years ago

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Austin Dos Veces Ride Along

@riottstheory @thirst-n-bullshit

The Austins got into their rental vehicle, neither really paying too much attention to the camera. Though the two knew they were being filmed for the next episode of Ride Along (as the audience loved the sibling-ness between the two) they didn’t really care.

“I still don’t see why you never let me drive, I am older than you,” Austin F said as she got into the passenger seat, Austin T in the driver’s seat. Austin T laughed, reaching one hand over to mess with his sister’s.

“Because you drive like crazy and it scares me,” he replied with a grin. Austin F rolled her eyes, “Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

There was a brief period of silence before the two burst into laughter at their petty squabble. It was pretty true, the two were a lot like siblings.

“Anyways....have you seen the Crusierweight Classic yet? WWE Network has it up,” Austin F said as they continued to drive in the near darkness.

“I’ve seen a few episodes....wasn’t Raul in it or something?” Austin T said. Austin F smiled, nodding.

“Yeah. He was so young back then! Adorable too! I call him from back then baby Raul because he looked so young! He was clean shaven and even had braces! He was just so fricken adorable!” Austin F said.

“Wasn’t he like twenty-five? Technically older than me?” Austin T pointed out. Austin F playfully punched her brother in the shoulder, “Shut up. He was still so freaking adorable back then! A baby practically compared to now!” Austin T laughed, shaking his head fondly.

“Honestly, it was great being back in NXT, I kind of miss it. It’s crazy, y’know, going from NXT to Raw in less than a year when most wrestlers are in NXT for years....” he said. Austin F turned to look at her brother.

“It is crazy, but if there is anyone who could do it, it would be you,” she said. Austin T shot her a grin, “Thanks, sis.” Austin F smiled back as her phone buzzed. The blonde Texan pulled it out, grinning.

“It’s Raul,” she said with a grin, accepting the Facetime request.

“Hey Raul!” Austin T called as the former member of Legado del Fantasma popped up on the screen. Raul smiled.

“Hola, Austin, mi amor,” he smiled.

“Whassup?” Austin F grinned at her fiance. Before Raul could answer, a young face popped onto the screen.

“Miss Austin! Hi Miss Austin!” Raul’s son, Eddie, waved happily.

“Hey Eddie, how ya doin?” Austin F asked, smiling at her future step son.

“Me and Papi watched your match! You did really good!” he exclaimed, “You are a really good wrestler!”

“Thank you, Eddie,” Austin F said with a grin. Eddie beamed, “And Mr. Austin, you also did really good! My papi is really happy you and Miss Austin are friends!”

“Thanks, kid,” ‘Austin T said with a chuckle and a grin. The conversation continued for a while before the groups hung up.

“He’s a sweet kid,” Austin T commented as Austin F put her phone away.

“He really is,” Austin F agreed, “I’m happy that he’s okay with me and Raul being together.” The two chatted more as they drove, just talking about random things when Austin T’s phone rang. He put it on speakerphone, smiling.

“Hey Jake,” he said.

“Hey babe, you almost home?” Jake Atlas asked. Austin T smiled, “Yeah, almost.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Jake said. The couple continued to chat, getting gushy and adorable before Austin T hung up.

“You two are cute AF,” Austin F commented as Austin T pulled up to a bakery so they could get coffee and donuts.

“Thanks,” Austin T laughed as they got out and headed in.

#austin dos veces #my writing #atlastheory #flynndoza

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