#aew santana imagine

[thesupreme316]

may i request a headcanon of Santana's reaction to a surprise from Ortiz...like Santana's girlfriend told him she wouldn't be able to make it to the show, but really she and Ortiz had been planning out how to surprise Santana? please? 🤍

OF COURSE LOVE I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT

Surprises for Mi Amor (Santana x Reader)

Genre: Fluffy headcanon/story, Angst?? (If you squint)

Summary: When Santana believes that you won’t be able to see his match, you proved that you will always be there for him.

Word Count: 770

Supreme Speaks: i've always loved santana so this was a personal favorite. i hope the anon who requested this (and everyone else) likes it. i also hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: None really, I *tried to* use gender-neutral terms to appeal to everyone, I changed the ending to the anarchy in the arena match cause 1. the original finish made no sense and 2. Fuck Chris Jericho

Taglist: @triscillal @diabloguapos @sheinthatfandom @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin

You and Santana built an unproblematic and healthy relationship on trust and support

To the point where others viewed y’all as couple goals

There was never a time that he would not support you and vice versa

Want to dye your hair a crazy color? He was there looking up hairstyles

Wanted to burn your neighbors’ flowers cause of a petty feud? Santana got the gasoline

Santana wanted to buy a new car impulsively? You already had cars picked out

When he wanted to break away from the Inner Circle? You made homemade t-shirts and cheered very loudly

Bottom line, you two would ride and die for each other

So when you told Santana you wouldn’t be able to attend Double or Nothing after not seeing him for a while, he had some choice words

“I can’t believe those perros! I’ll kill ‘em!”

To the point where this man was whining and complaining still on the day of the pay-per-view

Santana: I just really want you to be here, mi amor. I haven’t seen you in what feels like forever. Are you sure you just can’t skip work and come with us?

You: For the twenty-second time, I have to go to work.

Santana: But can’t you-

Ortiz: Man, let your partner make their money before we get stuck in traffic and I whoop your ass

It kind of hurt you to see him so pitiful before he got off the facetime call

Typically, you would try your best to attend all his matches or at least watch them

And he usually would be at home every week

But his schedule as of late has been so packed that you haven’t seen each other in three weeks

Little does he know, you already flew into Nevada and were 25 minutes away from the arena

For the past week, you worked with Ortiz to get yourself a plane ticket and a VIP ticket to the show to surprise your boyfriend

According to Ortiz, seeing you would “get his head straight”

After about an hour, Ortiz texted you: you here? The show’s gonna start in like 20

Couple of minutes later he texted which locker room they were in and told you to hurry cause “I think he bout to cry and I don’t have tissues”

After clearing with security, you walked backstage looking for the locker room

When you heard Santana’s voice echoing through the door

“Man, I don’t mean to be a downer I just miss them so much. Being away from them for this long is literally killing me. How can I wrestle one of the most important matches of my career when I don’t have my good luck charm here or even watching?”

With tears in your eyes, you knocked on the door

The door opened with Santana looking down on the ground and then at you in disbelief

“No fear, you’re good luck charm is here”

Immediately you were lifted off the ground into a tight hug, Santana kissing all over your face and saying how much he missed you

You giggled and replied with your own admiration and affirmations of love

Moments of bliss go by until Ortiz says “where is my thank you? You would still be crying if it wasn't for me”

“Thanks jackass”

You stayed backstage joking and laughing with the men (mostly just happy to see Santana)

Until Eddie Kingston and BCC came up and said they need to talk strategy while the show was just in the first half

You excused yourself to go to your seat, but not before Santana pulled you back for a kiss

“Promise me to stay safe and win.”

“No guarantees on safety but I’ll win for you mi amor.”

While watching the match, you noticed Santana constantly checking for you and winking at you (even through the titantron)

No matter where he was, he always made sure you were safe

After celebrating his victory with his team, he made his way to you

With a smile and blood dripping down while giving you a hug he said “Te amo, mi amor”

To which you replied, “I love you too”

Overall, you were just happy to see the love of your life safe and victorious. And he was thankful to have a best friend like Ortiz and a significant other like yourself.

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[wardlowsbabydoll]

High Risk, High Reward- Blackpool Combat Club, Eddie Kingston, Santana and Ortiz

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, just pure unholiness, backstage orgy, blood, manhandling, choking, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, use of the names whore, slut, and princess, spitting, unprotected sex (please use a condom), creampie

Word Count: 1,994

So this is for @nething4perfection as a surprise just because... and because we are both on our BCC, Eddie, 'Tana and 'Tiz shit. Love ya honey!

This time surprisingly I will not be using government names but ring names

Blood. There was so much blood. It usually made you squeamish but seeing your men beat the absolute holy hell out of the Jericho Appreciation Society made you unconsciously squeeze your thighs together.

You winced when Bryan and Mox took some of those hard blows, and the fire in your stomach increased when you saw Eddie all bloodied and walking to the ring with a gas can. You let out a groan when the referee rang the bell in favor of the J.A.S. They looked rough to say the least; Bryan was barely stirring after being choked out, the other referees had just pulled Mox out of the barbed wire, Eddie hadn’t even moved yet, and you had no clue where Santana and Ortiz were.

You knew that this defeat, especially to Jericho was going to piss them off. In the end, that thrilled you even more so because you knew angry sex was in your future.

And you loved angry sex.

You could hear the heavy footsteps getting closer to the locker room, and no sooner did you open the door was a bloody hand wrapped around your throat. Bryan. Another hand yanks your hair hard. Mox.

Unconsciously you can feel yourself going down on your knees as Mox and Bryan use their free hands to free their cocks from their pants. Once they were free it was like a melee, your mouth became their own personal flesh light as they took turns fucking your throat.

“I think the little slut can take both of us together, what do you think Mox?” Bryan asked Mox almost rhetorically; out of the corner of your eye you could see Santana and Ortiz stalking you, as if you were prey and Eddie was leaning against the wall; his bloody features focused solely on you.

“Open wide Princess.” Mox grinned his familiar shark-like grin, and you opened your mouth as wide as you could; gagging slightly when both men shoved their cocks down your throat. Their pace would change constantly; one minute they were thrusting together and the next they were taking turns thrusting in and out of your mouth.

You whimpered around their cocks and peered up at them through your watering eyes. You gave them a wide-eyed, almost innocent look that completely contrasted the fact that your mouth was currently stuffed full of two cocks.

"Such a good little whore. I bet you would swallow all of our cocks if they could all fit. Would you like that? Would you like for us to fuck you stupid?" Santana started speaking the filthiest things and it made you let out another whine which made Mox and Bryan try and shove their cocks further in.

"Somebody likes the attention." Ortiz teased as he, Santana, and Eddie could see the growing wet spot on the back of your jeans. You let out a loud choking noise when Bryan and Mox shoved their cocks as far as they could go, making you deep throat them.

You tapped their thighs rapidly, you were losing oxygen, they pulled out and you let out gasp, coughing slightly as you tried to regain your breath, two trails of drool connecting your mouth to their cocks.

A whine escaped your throat as Mox yanked your head back so you’d look up at him, you could feel his fingers pulling a few strands out. “Open.” He snarled and you opened your mouth. He spit in it and without prompting you swallowed it and showed him an empty mouth, “good girl”

“Fuck” you hear Eddie swear and out of the corner of your eye you can see him pacing like an angry animal in a cage. Mox relinquishes his grip on your hair as Bryan lets go of your throat, your partners have a silent conversation as Bryan asks Santana to make sure the door is shut and locked. Why they didn’t do this earlier you had no idea and honestly didn’t care, too lost in your own pleasure; the floaty feeling you were craving starting to slowly wrap around you.

Bryan bends down to your level and makes sure that you’re looking directly into his eyes, “Are you okay with this?” You let out a whimper and nod, but immediately avert your eyes when you see the stern look you are met with, “Words or we stop.” That makes you let out a whine and you shake your head, “Yes. Please.”

Almost immediately Bryan’s hand is back around your throat and he lifts you to your feet. Santana and Ortiz are the first to strike, kissing and sucking any exposed skin. Suddenly you can hear buttons popping, hear the ripping of the fabric and the cool air on your skin. Through your hazy vision you can see Mox staring at you with a grin that made him look like the cat that ate the canary as Santana and Ortiz ripped every stitch of clothing off except for your underwear.

A choked whine comes out when Bryan’s finger squeeze tighter around your throat, your eyes rolling back as your vision turns white; your thighs unconsciously clench together in arousal at the manhandling.

Mox, ever the observant partner notices that you’re floating away so he taps your cheek lightly to get your attention. As the fogginess fades slightly you can see him looking directly into your eyes “No floating away yet. We haven’t even had any fun.” Another whine comes out that quickly turns into a gasp when Mox shoved his hand into your panties and runs a finger through your folds.

You were absolutely soaked.

He didn’t waste any time delving his fingers inside of you pumping them like a madman. Bryan squeezes your neck tighter and your knees threaten to come out from underneath you. Santana steps up behind you and wraps his arms around you, his hands finding your breasts and kneading the flesh. You can see Eddie hasn’t moved yet, he’s still got his features trained solely on you, staring with that familiarly intense stare. A partial scream leaves your throat when Mox curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Your eyes roll back when his fingers dig into your g-spot again. That combined with the choking, hickey sucking and breast grabbing that makes you cum without warning. Santana and Bryan being the only things holding you upright as you cum all over Mox’s fingers. Santana is squeezing your breasts so tightly that it’s almost to the point of pain.

You whimper when Mox pulls his fingers out and squeal slightly when Ortiz replaces them. Without hesitation Mox sticks his cum covered fingers in your mouth “clean them.” You lick at his fingers and moan at the taste of yourself.

“What do you say?” Mox asked you as he pushed his fingers a little deeper into your mouth. A very garbled “Thank you” was what came out. “Such a good little slut,” Bryan sneered right next to your ear. You whine around Mox’s fingers and that whine turns into a scream when Ortiz’s fingers scrape your g-spot and he circles your clit with his thumb. All you could hear was static and the pornographic sound of Ortiz fingering you.

Your eyes rolled back completely as your body tensed up and you released again. Your jaw slacked open with a silent scream, Mox’s fingers still in your mouth and your back arched perfectly as you felt the white hot pleasure tear through you.

After they let you ride out your high your knees decided to give out but Santana scooped you up and placed you on the couch on your stomach. He delivered a smack to your ass as Mox lifted you slightly, sliding underneath you. You and Mox had a silent conversation with your eyes, he was checking to make sure you were okay to continue.

“Color?” He asked, it made you smile slightly; as serious as Bryan and Mox were in bed, they always checked to make sure you were 1. Still in the headspace to properly consent and 2. Make sure you were still consenting to continue.

“Green.” You said looking into his eyes. Both your eyes closed in Bliss and Mox let out a small moan when he sheathed himself inside of you. Even after being stretched out you were still so tight. After giving you a moment to adjust he began to shallowly thrust while you grinder down on him.

The slow pace didn’t last long as you heard a bottle open and and you gasped feeling a coolness against your other hole. “Relax.” Bryan said quietly as he slowly worked a finger inside, and once satisfied with the resistance he added a second scissoring you open slowly.

As you continued to grind almost mindlessly onto Bryan fingers and Mox’s cock you turned you attention to Santana who had also freed his cock from his pants. Without prompting you took Santana into your mouth, hollowing you cheeks and trying to get him as deep as possible.

You whimpered around his cock slightly when Bryan pulled out his fingers and you could feel the blunt head of his cock poking at your back entrance. You could feel Mox still under you and Bryan pushed himself inside of you slowly, stopping everything you made a noise of discomfort around Santana’s cock. When he was fully seated in you he gave you time to adjust, even though you’ve done this with them before you still had a bit of a hard time being so full.

When you started to slowly grind yourself back onto Bryan he took that as his signal to continue. You let out an almost pornographic moan when Bryan and Mox thrusted at the exact same time, and the vibrations from you caused Santana to try and stick himself further into your mouth.

“Shit such a good little slut, she’s got all her holes filled but I can see that she wants more.” Santana snarled as he made you deep throat him making you gag.

Your senses slipped away faster and faster, you could hear the blood rushing in your ears as you got closer and closer to the edge. You clenched unconsciously around Mox and Bryan making them out a choked moan, and you let out another whimper; you could feel every vein in their cock as they stretched you out.

Without warning your eyes rolled back as you fell over the cliff of pleasure. Your vision went stark white as you practically screamed around Santana's cock, and clenched, making Mox, Bryan, and Santana cum. Even in your hazy state, you tried to milk Santana for every drop of cum he had to offer you. Just the feeling of Mox and Bryan cumming inside of you made you spasm with more aftershocks of pleasure.

As soon as Santana pulled out of your mouth a keening whine exited when you felt something sticky land on your skin. Your body shook as Bryan pulled out of you, making you fall forward onto Mox's chest panting heavily.

At this point words escaped you, as you drooled on Mox's chest thoroughly fucked stupid. Mox ran his fingers through your hair as you settled slightly, a whimper coming out when you felt a wet cloth glide across your back. "Fucking hell, Eds. You and Ortiz got her covered." Mox rumbled as Santana wiped your back clean.

"Color?" Bryan asked you as you tried to grind yourself onto Mox. You looked at Bryan with almost a dreamy look in your eyes "Green." Bryan nods once "Okay time for a break." You looked like you were about to argue but Mox got your attention back on him, "The princess needs a break after being so good." You laid your head back on his chest and sighed, the soothing feeling of his fingers in your hair and the fact that you were fucked out made you drift off to sleep.

holy hell, this took me a bit. I hope you guys enjoy it! Love ya @nething4perfection

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[plentyoffandoms]

Day 11 🎃 Erotic Photos & Rimming

Santana x f/Reader (18+)

Requested by @cashwheelersgirl89

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Rimming (m receiving) slight praise kink. Handjob. NSFW under the cut

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

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

I hope you like it.

Santana's POV:

The soft moans leaving my mouth were a suprise to me as I was not expecting to like what my girl is doing to me.

YN has been asking to do this for awhile but I kept putting it off. So much so that when the two of us were playing Mario Kart against once another, we made our bets like we always did.

"If I win YN, you will have to wear that cheerleaders uniform and I get to take photos."

"And if I win you big baby, you will finally let me rim you and I get to take photos."

We shook on it. I was hundred percent confident that I was going to win as I picked the course that YN can never beat.

I would come to find out later that she has been practicing when I haven't been home because she knows this is the only way I would do this.

I am laying on my back with my hands holding my legs up to give her better access. Her hands started off by rubbing my legs trying to get me to relax.

She was kissing up and down my legs, biting them here and there. "Shh, relax love. I got you. Remember your safe word?"

I nodded my head yes, ready to use if I need too but I will try and not too. YN does whatever I ask of her and this is just one thing she has asked of me. I can do this.

I saw the flash go off from the Polaroid camera I got her for her birthday not long ago. I heard the sound of the photo being developed and I wondered what the photo looked like.

I asked to see it but she just shook her head no. "You will get to see them all after?"

"All?"

"Mmhmm. I put a new roll on baby and we are gonna use it all up tonight."

I jumped at first when I felt her breath against my hole. "Shh, you are okay love. I am so proud of you for doing this. I know you are not comfortable but I promise you will love this."

I moaned lowly at her words, loving it when she gets like this with me.

My eyes closed and I bit my lip when I felt her lips for the first time. I heard the sound of the camera going off again but I didn't care.

My mouth is now hanging open at the feeling of her tongue kissing and licking the one area I have never wanted anyone to touch.

"Fuck YN." I groaned, my legs shaking in my hands as her tongue started to prod my ass hole.

"What...?" I was becoming lost in the pleasure as YN licked and tongued my hole. "Jerk yourself off baby." I heard my girl say.

"Fuck you told me I couldn't."

"I am saying you can now baby. Touch yourself. You are leaking and you're so hard baby."

My legs fell to the bed bent still to give her the proper access she needed. My hands went to work jerking my self off.

I couldn't think straight. Not with her mouth on my hole and my own hands jerking myself off.

"Just like that baby. Shit, I can see you're close. You close baby?"

I could only whine as I couldn't talk. I groaned out my displeasure when she stopped, but I saw she was putting the camera where it was on us and on a timer.

The next thing I knew her tongue was deep inside me and I cried out her name as I came, so hard and so much. My stomach and chest were covered.

I groaned when I felt her lips wrap around the tip of my cock and cleaned me off and then followed the messy trail of my cum, licking it all up.

"Now was that so bad?" She asked me.

"Fuck no."

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[wwenhlimagines]

Heey so normally you know i would be thirsting over Hook but ive always been thirsty for Santana. So i was wondering if you can do a fic with him idc whats it about. PLEASE I WILL GIVE YOU MY LEFT PINKY TOE FOR THIS

In Da Club - Santana

Eddie Kingston's little sister is turning 30, so he flies her out to party in Miami. What he doesn't know is she has been seeing Santana casually.

P.s. Sorry it took me so long to get to this request. I hope you still like it! BTW your left pinky toe is safe... for now. 😉

My brother Eddie always makes sure he is able to celebrate my birthday with me. Sometimes he comes home and parties back in Yonkers and sometimes he flies me out to meet him wherever he is working. Well, this year my birthday is on a Saturday and I'm turning 30, so Eddie decides to go all out and let me invite anyone I would like to fly with me to Miami. I invited a few of my closest friends and now we are getting ready for the night in our hotel suite.

Eddie facetimes me so I answer and blush as I see Eddie and all of his AEW friends on screen yelling Happy Birthday to me. I tell them thank you and ask my brother for the plan for tonight. "Well sis, I figured we need to go to a club and get you wasted to celebrate the end of your 20s." I agree and tell him to text me the details and we will meet them there.

My friends and I go out to dinner before hand and they are asking me all sorts of questions. "Is Eddie single? Does he have friends who are single? Does he have friends who may become single soon?" We laugh and I give them the general idea of relationship statuses. "Eddie had a girlfriend, Jon is married to Renee, Ortiz is single, and Santana is off limits." The girls look at me and smirk before Ashley pipes up "You seem to be protective of Santana... Does that mean his is off limits to us because you're going for it?"

I blush and shake my head "Not exactly... so Eddie doesn't know but whenever Santana comes back to NY, we tend to fool around a bit. But it has never been anything official." The girls gasp dramatically "So scandalous...how dare you not tell us until now." I giggle before responding "It's only once or twice a year, so it doesn't seem that important to talk about to you."

We finish dinner and they try their best to hype me up to make a move on Santana as we approach the club. I text Eddie to let him know we are here and he comes to the entrance to take us to the VIP section he rented out for us. "Damn Eddie, you went way overboard this year." He hugs me and laughs "Anything for my little sister." We get some drinks and start dancing around until I spot Santana coming our way.

Eddie greets him and reintroduces us as we awkwardly pretend we don't know each other that well. Once Eddie is far enough away, Santana places his hand on my lower back and leans down to whisper into my ear. "Mami, you looking stunning tonight. I've missed you so much." I smile and give him a quick cheek peck before responding "You're looking muy caliente Papi." He smirks and turns around to talk to Ortiz so Eddie doesn't get suspicious.

I take the chance to dance with my girls and drink the rest of my cocktail. Eddie comes over a few minutes later telling me we have to do shots and my friends and I all yell "Shots shots shots!!!" We all get shots of whatever we wanted and then we had to toast. Eddie's loud mouth opens up and I cringe expecting him to embarass me somehow "Here's to my little sis Y/N and her surviving her 20s without getting knocked up by some punk." There it is... I roll my eyes and we take our shots before going back to dancing and having fun.

Santana comes back over and whispers to me "Do you think that was directed at me?" I laugh and shake my head "I've had plenty of asshole boyfriends that he despises to this day. You have nothing to worry about." We talk for a bit before the DJ plays In Da Club by 50 cent. All of us get so hype and yell and scream about it being my birthday as the song plays.

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, shorty It's your birthday

We gon' party like it's your birthday

We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub

Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

I expected Santana to walk off during the song, but I'm pleasantly surprised when I feel his hands loosely holding my hips and him lightly grinding into me. I look behind me at him and he winks before I push my hips back into him and grind as he keeps a close eye out for Eddie. Luckily, my brother is distracted with his own girlfriend for the time being.

I can feel the alcohol kicking in and loosening me up so I let my hand wrap around Santana's neck and I pull his lips down to meet mine. It was a short kiss, but passionate enough to keep both of us focused on each other. I can feel him getting harder against my ass as I bend over and shake my ass making him quickly slap it before I stood back up and turned to face him. I wrap my arms around his neck and his hands rest on my lower back. We kiss again and our tongues start to dance on their own.

One of my friends taps me on the shoulder to let us know Eddie is coming over and I go to pull away, but Santana smiles at me. "I think it's time he found out about us Mami." I nod and kiss him again before letting our foreheads touch and dance together. "I see you've made a new friend here Y/N. Care to introduce me?" I turn around and see Eddie smiling like the Joker. I blush and stutter trying to think of things to say, but Santana pipes up instead "I promise I'll take good care of her Eddie." He laughs and pats Santana on the back "I've known about your little flings for a while now. Just don't break each other's hearts. Got it?" We look at each other and smile nodding. "Great, now I hate thinking about my little sis doing the nasty but at least if she gets knocked up it's someone I trust!" I turn around and smack him on the arm as he runs back to his girlfriend laughing.

I roll my eyes at my brother before turning back to Santana who is smiling so big. "What's that smile for?" He pulls me closer "Since I seem to have your brother's approval now, how about we make things official?" My jaw drops at this idea "Are you serious right now? We only see each other once or twice a year."

He smirks "That's only because I have to stop myself from coming to see you more often as I didn't want your brother to catch on. Obviously he did, so now I can come home whenever possible and we can always fly you out as well." I sigh and think about it for a moment before nodding my head and smiling at him. "So Y/N will you be mine Mami?" I kiss him and whisper against his lips "For as long as you are mine Papi."

Tags: (don't have a list for Santana, so here's a few I can think of that I think would enjoy it)

@thesupreme316 @cuzimacomedian @moxleyunstable @josiewrites @omg-im-such-a-masochist @plentyoffandoms @louisianalady @hungmanhorsecarriage @eddie-kingstons-wifey @eddiekingstonsgirl89 @lclb13 @daddyhausen @missihart23

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[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

So I just watched Blood and Guts (the one with The Inner Circle vs The Pinacle) and everybody was pretty much covered in blood. So what would you be like watching your man in one of those fights. And what would you do the day after to take care of them.

So, I am cheating a little here, because this is not about me, it's about you. I hope you don't mind though and enjoy this. I tried my best to leave my smut queen @springgirlwaiting4fall impressed...

Blood and Guts (Santana x Christine)

Warning: smut, 18+ only

Christine sat nervously backstage, leg bouncing, hands slightly covering her eyes, but peaking through her fingers nonetheless. She knew she would have a talk with Santana later on. Of all days she could have come along with him, he chose the day of the Blood and Guts match.

As the match went on, slowly everybody was bleeding like a pig, even her beau. Yes, she knew it was more sweat than blood dripping, but there was still. so. much. blood.

As much as she enjoyed seeing Santana wrestle, she also couldn't wait for this to be over. So when MJF threw Jericho off the cage, and Guevara FINALLY surrendered, she jumped up from her chair and made her way back to the ramp area, waiting for her man to return. First, the members of the Pinnacle passed her, and she weakly nodded at them as greeting, while secretly checking out Wardlow and Cash. Santana wasn't there yet, so no reason to hold back, she thought. But then, she saw her man approaching. Her first reaction was to panic. She had seen him beat up, but not to this degree. Her second reaction was to admire him. He looked oddly attractive covered in blood. His eyes scanned the area for her, and when their eyes met, Christine made her way over to him, pulling him down to her height for a heated kiss. She felt him smile against her lips, and was relieved. It definitely looked worse than it was.

"You okay, love?" Her voice betrayed her own thoughts, worry apparent in each syllable that left her mouth. She ran her hands over his damp locks, and Santana leaned into her embrace. "Of course, Babygirl. I'm more than okay when you're with me."

"You're so cheesy!" Christine giggled a bit before pressing her lips against his one more time. She honestly loved when Santana was like this, flirtatious, romantic...like the men in her favorite romance novels. But hotter.

He talked with his teammates and opponents for a while, and she waited patiently for him to finish. He deserved all the praise he got right now, so she wouldn't urge him to get going. Every now and then, he'd look over to her and send a gorgeous smile or a little air kiss her way. And every time, she'd smile back at him, being flattered with all the attention he gave her. After about 15 minutes, Santana said his goodbyes to his friends and walked over to her. Before he could say a word, Ortiz shouted. "Are you two coming to celebrate? There's this nice bar two blocks away."

"Nah, we're gonna call it a night. See ya!" Santana gave them a final wave and then wrapped his arms around Christine's waist.

"Are you sure, Mike? I mean, we could go out with them. You should celebrate, you did yourself proud today." She looked up at him as they were walking to the locker rooms. He just shook his head before flashing her a lopsided smile.

"I have a whole different celebration in mind, Christine. Just the two of us. All I need to do is get cleaned up, so we can get back to the hotel."

She felt her blood rush as she listened to his proposal. It knocked the air out of her lungs, so all she did was nod her head. No matter how long they had been together, no matter how many nights they spend together, she'd always want him. He chuckled at her reaction and pressed his lips against her temple before he dismissed himself to shower and get changed. Quickly.

The whole ride to the hotel, his hand was on her knee, moving up her thigh until it came dangerously close to her core. He was happy she chose to wear a dress that day, because it now was easy access for him.

At first, she had tried to swat his hand away, making him focus on the street rather than her. But after a few minutes, she knew she lost the battle and just enjoyed the attention her man was giving her, working her up for a heated night.

After they parked the car, they went inside and headed straight for the elevator to get on their floor. Lucky for them, no one was joining them, so they had the whole ride to the eighth floor to make out like teenagers. Christine was still amazed at how much Santana was attracted to her. She had never thought of herself as very desirable, but he proved to her that she was so much more beautiful, sexy and loveable than she'd ever realize. They only pulled away from each other when they heard the doors slide open and hurried to their shared room.

As soon as they were inside and had closed the door behind them, Christine's lips were on his again, tongue sliding over his lower lip. He needily parted his lips and deepened the kiss as their bodies were glued together when they walked over to the bed. She pushed him down to sit on the edge of the bed and quickly pulled his shirt off of him, hands roaming all over his upper body, touching every single inch of skin she could reach. Dark eyes looked up at her when she moved a few steps away from him. "I'll be right back." She said while making her way to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. After she checked her make up and decided to get rid of her dress, she slowly walked back to the bed...only to find Santana sprawled out on top of it, fast asleep, soft snores filling the room.

For a moment, Christine grew angry with him. He got her all hot and bothered and then just fell asleep. Then she remembered the beating he just took, and smiled softly at his posture before moving to lay behind him, wrapping her arm around his body and soon, she drifted to sleep herself.

A weak "shit" woke her up the next day. Then she felt her boyfriend move in front of her, turning around to face her. "I am so sorry babygirl! This was not what I had planned for us yesterday."

Christine lazily opened her eyes."Good morning to you too." She retorted before lightly pecking his lips. Then she brought her hand up to cup his cheek. He turned his head to kiss the inside of her hand before he spoke again. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you. Right now." He replied and tried to move on top of her, but as he did, he whimpered and rubbed his neck.

Upon seeing that, Christine sat up straight, pushing him off of her and ordered him to sit at the edge of the bed. Hearing the tone in her voice, he knew there was no room for argumentation, so he did as he was told. He felt her kneel behind him, gently rubbing his shoulders before massaging his neck and back. He moaned at her touch and threw his head back a little before he started humming. "You're so tense, baby..." Christine whispered in his ear as she continued to ease his pain.

"Why are you so good at this?" Santana asked before he sighed and leaned against his girl.

"I just know your body really well." She said as she pressed open mouth kisses along his neck, down his shoulders, all while still massaging him with one hand. Her other hand travelled to his chest, down his stomach until they reached his sweatpants. When she noticed Santana's breathing getting heavier from anticipation, she smiled against his skin. Then she palmed his growing erection through his pants. After pressing one last kiss on his shoulder, Christine got up from the bed and moved to stand in front of him. He hadn't noticed until now, but she was wearing his favorite lingerie set. His eyes roamed over her body and he let out a soft moan, before mumbling "So beautiful" under his breath.

Christine blushed at his comment before kneeling in front of him.

"I do think it's time for our celebration." She stated as she hooked her fingers into his waistband, pulling both his sweats and his briefs down in one movement while he lifted his hips to aid her.

One hand rubbed his thigh while the other slowly pumped his now hard cock. His heart skipped a beat when she smiled up at him before sticking her tongue out and tapping it with his dick. Then she licked along his vein, swirled her tongue around the tip and slowly started sucking. Santana hadn't even realized he had held his breath until now, but when Christine started hallowing her cheeks and bobbing her head faster and faster, he finally let out a lustful groan and started breathing again. The sound he made went straight to her core and she moaned around his length.

"Oh shit, Christine, just like that." He moaned under his breath, running his hand through her hair. Then he closed his eyes and groaned. After a few more moments, he opened his eyes again and looked down at her. "I need to feel you, baby."

She let his cock slide out of her mouth with a loud pop, swirled her tongue around the tip one last time and stood up in front of him. "Anything you want, Mike." He pulled her closer by her hips and moved his hands around to squeeze her ass before pulling down her panties. As Christine moved to straddle his lap, he captured her lips with his and moaned into her mouth when he felt his cock slide into her.

"Fuck." No matter how often they had sex, she still needed time to adjust to his size and was always amazed at how good he filled her up.

Meanwhile, Santana unclasped her bra, happy Christine was finally naked.

"God, you're perfect, babygirl." He complimented before wrapping his lips around her left nipple, sucking hard on the sensitive bud. "You're not too bad yourself." She replied. The way he nibbled at her breasts made her almost lose her mind and she moaned his name while starting to roll her hips.

There was something mezmerizing about the way she rode him, he thought. He just loved when she took control in the bedroom, taking care of her own needs, setting a steady rhythm to get both of them off. There was always that one moment, when she found just the right angle and she'd throw her head back while groaning. He knew what he had to do then to send her over the edge. One of his hands moved up to pinch and tuck on her nipples, the other went down to rub her swollen clit. "That's it, babygirl. Don't hold back now. Cum for me." Her movements became more frantic, hips clashing against his as Christine felt the heat rise in her lower stomach. She was close. So close. "Fuck baby, you make me feel so good!" Then, without a further warning, she cried out his name as her orgasm ripped through her body, setting every nerve of her on fire.

Santana felt her clench around his shaft, and groaned as he started bucking his hips up to fuck her through her orgasm. Her whole body became limp on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around her so she wouldn't collapse. A few more thrusts, and he felt his own orgasm approach. His pace got faster until he totally stilled and filled her up with his cum, both of them groaning at the feeling of his twitching cock.

They stayed like this for a moment, until Christine looked down at him and pressed her lips against his.

"I'm so proud of you." She finally said.

He grinned up at her. "Because of the match, or because of the sex?" He playfully asked her while tugging her hair behind her ear. Christine laughed before answering.

"Both actually. Maybe more because of the sex."

#aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagine #aew #aew smut #santana smut #santana imagine #the best girl asks i answer #top girls out

[cutierocker202]

“Not today papi” - Santana 2022

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew dynamite #wwe #aew imagine #the inner circle santana #santana and ortiz #aew santana #mike santana

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Pairing: Santana/Lillie Cueto Quote: Who can say there’s a way? Verse: High School

Society would always have the haves and the have-nots, and high school was no exception. It was just a simple fact of life that Micheal Santana had learned all too well. He knew that he didn’t fit in with most cliques. He certainly wasn’t a nerd and, though he played both football in the fall and ran track in the summer, Santana didn’t consider himself a jock. Instead, Santana saw himself as an outsider, someone on the fringes of high school life.

It was from these fringes, this outside, that he had the best view of the upper echelon. It was from the fringes that Santana had the best view of Lillie Cueto.

Lillie was one of the rich girls, even if she didn’t act like it. Her father, Dario, was a well-to-do attorney who paid for his daughter to have the best of everything. That wasn’t a discredit to Lillie as a person. She was brilliant, high grades amongst her peers, as well as being on the lady track team as well as on the volleyball team.

But, it was because of her tutoring that Santana had gotten to know Lillie better.

Every Friday after classes, Santana would meet up with Lillie for help with his math class. In the beginning, it had been boring to Santana. He had only come to tutoring because his position as a member of the football team was at stake. But the more he saw Lillie, the more he didn’t want to feel like an outsider anymore.

“Afternoon princesa,” Santana greeted with a smile as he sat down at their usual table in the library. His bookbag hit the floor with a small thud, looking back in his chair. “You look good today.”

Lillie gave a soft smile, brushing a strand of raven hair behind her ear. Santana swore he caught sight of a newly pierced ear, “I’ve asked you not to call me that, Tana. It’s just Lillie.”

Santana scooted his chair closer to hers, corner of his lip turned upward into a smirk, “Lillie then. Your ear…the earrings nice.”

Lillie looked up from the math textbook in front of her, “I…I got it done last night. I…uh…I got the inspiration from you.”

Santana let one of his hands trail up to his own ear, “Never struck you as an earring girl. Thought it would be a little too…rebellious…for you.” He reached down into his bag, removing his own textbook and a folder, “Guess we’re out here influencing each other.”

Lillie watched as Santana produced a math quiz from the folder, “That the one we studied for?”

“Got an A thanks to you, Lillie,” Santana charmed, resting his hand over the top of hers, “Was thinking…if you’re free after tutoring…Ortiz and I were gonna go get dinner. Maybe hit up the quarry. You ever been?”

There was a hesitation from Lillie. It wasn’t the first time that Santana had asked her to hang out. Santana was used to Lillie quickly turning him down. Part of him wondered if it was because she truly didn’t like him or if it was because of her home life, if her father disliked him. “You know…my dad is gone for the weekend. Maybe Nova and I could join you two later?”

“You won’t regret it. I promise that,” Santana smirked, leaning back into his chair.

“Who can say there’s a way,” Lillie giggled, locking her fingers with his, “I’m gonna hold you to that promise.”

#aew imagine #aew #santana imagine #santana #original character #character: santana #character: original character #character: Lillie Cueto #verse: high school

[regalityandcoffee]

Yet Another Missed Opportunity: Why Bryan Danielson should have been the one to cause chaos in BCC instead of William

(At least for a lil bit)

Sup hoes, I'm back with another ramble!

(*pets Bryan's head*) this is nothing against you boo this is against Khan yet again missing the obvious potential for a decent storyline involving BCC.

CW: betrayal, Anarchy at the Arena, Chris J*richo, M*xwell Jacob Friedman

LETS BEGIN.

Okay, so this is Bryan Danielson, right? Look at him.

I think he's a lil neat

Bryan is not only one of the members of BCC, he's one of the three founding members. Him, William, and Jon.

Ah the good old days before everything went to sh-

Now you're probably wondering. Why would Bryan "turn" on BCC? Arguably he's the most loyal member if the whole group, even going after M*xwell after he attacked William, even though William betrayed Jon?

Easy: Peer Pressure and Ego.

Let's circle back to when the group first formed, their first few matches. How William constantly sang Bryan's praises, calling him one of greatest wrestlers of this day and age, everything he wishes he was when he was still active, etc. Etc. Imagine hearing that everyday from someone you looked up to for not just years but decades. That's gotta put some pressure on you right? To always want to perform well, to be seen as a star pupil and a leader.

Let's talk about Bryan and Eddie Kingston

Hi Eddiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee, ily

Remember how much they hated each other? I mean , you can argue neither of them like anyone but they were constantly butting heads before Anarchy at the Arena. Almost like... what if Bryan saw Eddie as an interloper? What if he was resentful at Jon for having BCC help him, Santana and Ortiz? They could be going after tag gold or the AEW and FTW championships? Why were they devouring to help Eddie in his insane fued against the J*richo Appretion Society/JAS? (or as I like to call them: the No Bitches Brigade djsjejdu). Maybe, just a bit, he doesn't believe Jon is taking the group as seriously as he is.

And to him this group is part of his legacy. Of course people will remember Jon and William, but will they remember him after he finally retires?

Now let's add Bryan's relationships with Wheeler and Claudio into the mix.

To Bryan, Wheeler is beneath them. He may be their teammate, but he is not on their level. He is their pupil, not their equal. And then he slaps Wheeler the moment he shows that he has a mind of his own. He lost his cool. To him he believed he's been disrespected, that Wheelers being ungrateful. Hmm.

And Claudio? Oh, deep down he sees him as a rival. Of course he stands side by side with him but he kind of envies Claudio for how... effortless everything seems to be for him. He's Claudio Castignoli. Williams’s last (tv) opponent. He's one of ROH champions. Bryan still hasn't gained a title months after the group formed.... HMMMMM.

So how would it happen, and how long would it last?

I can't see Bryan being jealous if Jon being AEW champion, I think after AATA is when things begin to crumble. A combination of feeling guilty for being the one who got pinned/lost them the match and being mad they were ever in the match to begin with would cause him to spiral. He's losing his peers respect! He's losing his mentors respect! Of course, its all in his head. The boys still see Bryan as the American Dragon Jake Long and are worried about him. He's lashing out more, he's distant. He's opting out of tag matches, letting the other boys go instead.

And one day... maybe he does participate in a tag match he's at ringside for. Maybe it's after his argument with Wheeler. Maybe the argue a bit more during the match. Wheeler's on the mat, trying to reach Bryan...

And Bryan just jumps down from the mat, walking away from the ring. Letting him get pinned. The boys are confused. The crowd is confused.

He's confused.

Bryan Does the Unthinkable: talks about his feelings!!!

He's confronted by Jon and William, Jon's pissed, Williams’s clearly confused and disappointed, and he justs...snaps. He pours put about how hard it is keeping up the guise that he's confident, how pissed he was that they had just formed the group and Jon was already involving them in shit that wasn't their business (even though Eddie is his bro tf was he supposed to do keep letting him get jumped?), all that stuff.

It's not so much of a turn as it is a confrontation, a discussion. William realizes how much pressure he's accidentally been putting on Bryan, Jon wonders if he only joined BCC to get Bryan off his back and to be taken more seriously be he and William. Wheeler wonders why he really turned on Best Friends and if he joined BCC to better himself or for glory. And Claudio? He becomes a bit distrustful of Bryan after learning how envious he gets of him.

Of course, in the end they all accept him back...but it opens up questions.

Now, why would this have been ideal rather than what went down between William, Jon, and MJF?

Personally, I think it would have added a lot of depth to not just him but everyone for him to be shown struggling with being a leader and keeping up his status as one of the best wrestlers in the company, even making his dynamic with William more nuanced instead of him just being a teacher's pet. And also...

(*deep breath*)

BECAUSE WILLIAM'S BETRAYAL MADE NO FUCKING SENSE

YOU'RE GONNA LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME AFTER ALL THAT TIME HE SPENT IN NXT MATURING AND BEING A KIND AND RESPONSIBLE GM AND HELPING TO SHAPE THE NEXT GEN OF WRESTLERS IT MAKES SENSE TO THROW AWAY OVER A DECADE OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT FOR ONE POORLY PUT TOGETHER MESS NOT EVEN WORTHY OF BEING CALLED A STORYLINE? FOR FUCKING MJF?! BULLSHIT.

And even if it was because of his fued with Dean in FCW (which Khan couldn't even begin to understand how complicated it was) that makes no fucking sense unless the goal was to have William and Jon fight one more time, considering the fact Dean only won because William was no longer able to compete! THE ONLY POSSIBLE-

(*deep breath*)

Anyway in conclusion that's why I think It should have been Bryan okie bye ♡♡

#bryan danielson #bcc #blackpool combat club #there's less links than i had planned i didnt feel like going back to all those promos #this was more of fantasy booking anyway #aew

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

Hey lovely,

I know I've just sent you one of these, but I am a little grumpy today (for reasons unknown), so your answer will cheer me up!

Imagine having a case of the grumps like I do now. Pick an AEW Talent and make them try to cheer you up. What would they do? Would it help or make things worse?

(But wait, there's more)

Now imagine the situation being switched. Now they are grumpy, and you qant to help them feel better. What do you think might work? Does it in the end?

Love ya!

Uh being grumpy is the worst and honestly I’m never just grumpy. I go to 0 to 200 in a half a second. I pity those who have to be around me when I’m mad, unless I’m in a bad mood because of them…than f those fools.

I’m going to have to pick Santana for this one, I have not been focusing on him as much as he deserves. 😂 And look at him he is adorable and he needs all my love

Okay So here is the thing about me, things that should make me angry don’t actually make me angry. Instead I let all the little things build up into I explode. Santana was luckily able to notice this pretty early in our relationship.

Today was just one of those days, the night before I ran the dryer and for some reason it didn’t actually dry my work clothes. So in the morning Im late to work waiting for my clothes to dry. I have to work through lunch, and a couple other things just keep adding on to my day. My blood pressure tips over when I get home and trip over Santanas bag he left in the hallway.

If this was in our first 6 months of dating, he would have laughed and told me it wasn’t that a big of deal. But now he sees that my light brown are darker. And they are tearing up. Because when I’m at my breaking point I start to cry, which only makes me angrier.

“I’m sorry baby girl,” Santana apologizes and moves his bag. Than immediately wraps me in a hug and kisses the top of my head. “Go get change and let me take care of you.” I use the breathing techniques my therapist taught me, while I’m pressed against him, inhaling his scent.

When I’m changing he orders way too much delivery and makes sure they have coke and dessert. Those two are the most important part of my angry binge eating meal.

While we wait for our food, Santana listens to me complain about my day while he cracks my knuckles and toes. (Because I am a dumpster on fire disguised as a human being and I love it). He also just listens and let’s me vent. He doesn’t try to fix my problems either. He just listens.

After the food gets here and I eat all my problems away. While I make Santana cheat on his diet and work out plans. We spend the rest of the evening talking, watching a movie or one of our shows. If it’s been a lot building up he sets up Mario party or plays one of my 100 different versions of Monopoly I own.

By the end of the night I am feeling a lot of better but still have a lot of left over adrenaline. And if this is too much Information sorry I’m advance, but when I get angry I also get horny. So when Santana and I go upstairs for the night, he knows exactly what it I need. To be dominated and put back in my place.

Santana doesn’t let the little things bother him or let them build up. It honestly depends on the day, one day someone could come up to him and punch him in the face and he would laugh about it. Other days I could be bailing him out of jail.

It’s pretty obvious when Santana is pissed off or just having a bad day, because he gets so quiet. Santana is pretty quiet on a normal basic, but this is different. An uncomfortable silence, where he is just zoning out.

And you know how I am with uncomfortable silences, my skin practically burns to say something…anything. So when we first got together it was BAD. My go to was to try and make him laugh. Be obnoxious, loud, say silly things; this however only made him more annoyed and withdrawn.

We were dating for 4 months when he picked me up for a date and as soon as I got in his car I could just tell something happened. So I tried my usual technique and kept trying and trying, until he exploded at me. We than had the most uncomfortable dinner at the Olive Garden. We all seen the couple at a restaurant that just look like they hate each other, but they invested too much time until the relationship to break up. Yeah that’s what we look like and we didn’t talk when he dropped me off. The next day I called him crying telling him I’m sorry and what should I should do next time, because I still want to be with him bad days and all.

“I just need you to be there with me, even if its just sitting there being quiet.” It started to get a lot better after that. And now when Santana is pissed off I know exactly what to do.

So when he came home one day from the gym, we had breakfast together and he was completely in his head, I asked him to go on a walk with me. He held my hand and I rested my head on his shoulder while we walked around Brooklyn in silence.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked when we were on the way home.

“Not yet baby girl,” and he squeezed my hand. A little sign that he didn’t want to talk, but he also didn’t want to be in his own head anymore. So I spent the rest of the walk telling him about my morning and about a book I was reading.

By the time we get home he is telling me what happened. I listen and give my opinion and advice. Sometimes he takes it and sometimes he doesn’t. Santana is his own man with his own morals and experiences so I know he will do what he thinks is best.

Together we go upstairs and make slow passionate love. It’s his way of showing me that just because he is moody, that it has nothing to do with me.

I know you sent me this awhile ago, so if your still in a grumpy mood I’m just going to have to fly to Germany and put my foot up whoever/whatever is bothering you.

#aew #aew fanfiction #aew santana #santana and ortiz #proud and powerful #the grumps

[thesupreme316]

hiiii I’m backkkk

so I was wondering how the Aew boys react to they losing their short s/o In big crowds when they aren’t looking

AEW Stars React To: Losing Their Short S/O in Big Crowds

Pairings: Max Caster x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Santana x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Hook x Reader

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: hi sorry for not posting, it's been a long two days. i hope you are well. thanks to anon for requesting again, i really do appreciate it. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: talks about big social crowds, not proofread, GIFS AINT MINE

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @cassie0sstuff @triscillal @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hooks-martin @hookerforhook

Max Caster (Concert):

He was there doing a concert as a special guest

As he was performing onstage, he saw you in the crowd and was immediately giddy

He was smiling and started to perform harder as he saw you were enjoying yourself

Max walks away for a second, entertaining the other side of the crowd, comes back, and doesn’t see you

Confusion takes over his face it is then replaced with fear

The crowd was a lil rowdy so he was afraid of you getting squashed or trampled; He damn sure didn’t want or need you hurt/uncomfortable

As he was about to ask the crowd to scoot back so he could see you; you were raised above the crowd screaming along with the lyrics

Max looked closer to see you were sitting on the shoulders of best friend, Anthony

He smiled and instructed the crowd to let you two come up onstage

“Let my baby up here….oh you can come too Y/N!”

Santana (Times Square):

YES MY BABY DADDY RETURNED SO I SQUEEZED HIM IN

You guys were walking around in Times Square and as Santana turned around to look at a pair of shoes through the window, you were gone

He immediately started panicking as there was a big crowd and New York itself is a dangerous place

Santana started pushing through the crowd looking for the top of your head while saying your name

Like Eddie, Santana doesn’t allow you to walk by yourself; but he doesn’t know how you slipped away from him

He finally found you cornered by some men (ew) and he scared them off

“Y’all betta back away from my significant other or I’ll stick my foot up your ass”

As y’all hug, you tell him that you were pushed by the incoming crowd and then cornered

“Aw mi cara, you don’t ever have to worry; I’ll protect you.”

Take extra precautions (not to Eddie’s extent) such as interlocking fingers and pulling belt loops

IMAGINE GETTING PULLED BACK BY THAT FOINE SPECIMEN

Kenny Omega (Tokyo Subway IT WORKS I PROMISE):

Okay for Kenny, you get off at a stop in Tokyo and you immediately get carried off the train

Kenny is going crazy at one minute you’re talking and the next minute he can’t find you

He’s constantly asking people if they’ve seen you

“Have you seen a person who’s hella short, has a cute face but an aura of a jackass? Possibly has different colored hair depending on their mood?”

People are looking at him like he’s crazy as he starts pushing people aside (politely)

Eventually, as the crowd diffuses, he sees you standing by yourself just like a ray of sunshine over a storm

He picks you up, glad to see you, smiling from ear to ear

That lasts until Kenny sternly tells you to never do that again

“Next time, I’m gonna put you in my pocket….little Polly Pocket.”

Hook (Mall):

He was looking at shoes in Foot Locker and he lost you

Yes, just like that

But he always managed to find you

At H&M, at Hot Topic, and even at the food court; Hook would always get back to you

After noticing this, you decided to play a game called “Is Hook a mind reader or is he just extremely observant?”

So you quickly lose him in a department store, but he finds you

Hook finds this activity to be quite funny and endearing

When he couldn’t find you he would text you with a smile on his face”

“Alright, you won…even though I see you at Spencers…whatcha getting?”

Overall, he’s never concerned he always will find you, no matter what

Eddie Kingston (State Fair):

I feel like that this is a trick question; that man would not allow you to walk by yourself as he takes your height under consideration all the damn time

So if he loses you; you and everyone is getting their ass cussed out

He would also cuss himself out as he feels responsible (cause he wasn’t watching you like a hawk)

“Damn it, you should have gotten that damn human book bag leash shit for their Sonic Hedgehog ass.”

But he has your location because of you running off like this and he finds you (in this case in line for turkey legs or lemonade)

IMO he would wait until you got your stuff to drag you to the parking lot (good thing you rode all the rides) to give you a “lil talk”

“I swear to god if you walk away from me without any words or warnings again, I will rain hellfire on your little flash ass. I TOLD YOUR SMALL ASS TO STAY STILL AND WHAT-“

He doesn’t mean to yell but he wants you to understand that he’s concerned for you

Does in fact get you the leash book bag from earlier; will never take his eyes off you

Ricky Starks (Basketball Game):

Ricky lets you walk away cause you’re a free person but sometimes you like to roam around

You walked away to get something to drink with him knowing

But because you were taking too long, Ricky got concerned (mildly not Eddie concerned) and he went looking for you

He tried calling you but you left your phone with him since your outfit didn’t have pockets

I also think he would be very calm cause you always come back, but he was starting to worry

Ricky had to keep calm but the thought of you being trampled or swooned by an NBA player was taking over

“What if they meet someone who’s better than me? More handsome, more ch- Nah, they could never.”

Walks back to find you laughing with Jade; and hugs you tightly

Ricky: I thought I was gonna lose you to an NBA player.

Jade: Well they did get Domantas Sabonis’ phone nu-

Ricky: Yeah well you can delete that cause Stroke Daddy is here

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #aew hook #aew hook imagine #hook x reader #eddie kingston #eddie kingston x reader #eddie kingston imagine #max caster #max caster x reader #max caster imagie #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega #ricky starks #ricky starks imagine #ricky starks x reader #aew santana #santana x reader #aew santana imagine

[dreadwhoop]

Reviewing the All Elite Wrestling personnel 2023 Edition (Part 2) -

PUSH -

The Most Wanted. A wrestler I look forward to seeing on TV every single time which is a rarity in AEW these days. He's incredible! Yes I imagine his lack of promo deflates a full-on title push but this is why managers were invented. Put him with CJ Perry and let him chase the TNT title. Bandido. TNT. See how effective this all sounds? His win-loss record is criminal - I would protect this guy as a serious project to develop.

Likely the prime choice to be the next AEW Champion all things considered. He's clever to protect his spot. Call it akin to Hogan or Cena or anybody politicing in the back the guy must have a silver tongue backstage. Not to bash Adam Cole once again but the moment I saw Jay White I asked out loud what was the point of Adam Cole now? We can clearly see, unlike Adam Cole, Jay White welcomes the promo battles with MJF because he wants to be considered as good and, yeah, MJF smoked him with the 'Tofu' line but you know I've seen Tofu survive a Zombie Apocalypse with only a knife so color me interested at the success he's getting.

A dark horse in AEW's future success. Transplant Jay White's goatee onto him and you've got a serious contender for future AEW Champion. Also can't speak a lick of English hence Don Callis. Nothing much more can be said. He's got size, impression, and time on his side. He isn't being made into some gimmick joke character so they must think highly on the guy. A time will come when one has to ask who people see doing well when they're not in AEW. Relatively safe and solid worker.

Aah yes a favourite of mine. Should of been everything Sammy Guevara could of been and, hopefully, more. Santana is one of AEW's most missed opportunities and it's obvious he tried to go to WWE but got rejected so could never debut on the Puerto Rico event. A shame. It's a risk to invest in him but it's worth taking if it pays off - the guy is easily able to hang with the established main eventers and future stars if he can finally detach himself from the chains of Ortiz.

I debated this one for a bit. On one hand it's frustrating how badly they've booked big men in this company. Lance Archer. Powerhouse Hobbs. Wardlow. Miro included, but Miro still gets attention because of the absurdity of his story. The right thing to do with him is to make him a chaser who keeps having obstacles put in his way. A "12 Labours of Hercules" kind of deal. Miro is a long-term push who, on his way up, can highlight other talents too.

A 11th hour success story - the BCC, JAS, and Outcasts have been insufferable drains on television time - non-story factions who pick fights which mean nothing to serve the cause of one person - Moxley, Jericho, and Saraya (dis)respectably. Put some AM Radio filters on her promos and even during the intro for the commentary, pull out a red carpet with photographers when she wins the Women's Title and have her kiss a plastic baby held by Gene Snitsky before he punts it. Have Toni Storm stalk Darby Allin thinking he's pining for the "good old days" whilst Danhausen stalks her like Nosferatu. Have Hikaru Shida do something with her Kurosawa style…it's endless…dare I say…Timeless??? People naturally knew to clap her instead of cheer. This is how you get OVER.

Would of included her last year but official roster candidates qualify so here she is now. She's someone who I can count the number of moves she does yet every move she does counts. Special mention to Brody King who has been a beacon of inspiration for her and championing her cause. She should be the next TBS Champion but not yet do it next year. All she needs is a broader moveset and she'll soar to new heights in her young career what most veterans never see at all. Great finisher. Great theme song too.

In many ways the contrast of Julia Hart in the sense of being a fantastic veteran who has always had the look of a serious competitor and the attitude of a rugged badass. AEW has always flirted with the idea of Mercedes Martinez for some time and it seems like the time has come for her to go full mercenary and take everyone and anyone out before she's out of opportunities.

Speaking of Latina latents, Thunder Rosa is due for a return and it should be a monumental one building up to feuds with Jamie Hayter (when she's ready) and Britt Baker (if she's still here). Or why not Taya too…actually where's Deeb? One of the biggest mysteries is Deeb's disappearance. Anyways Thunder Rosa is a complete flavour of work, look, and promo it's just not everyones' taste. She's been doing Vlogs so it's not like she's missing just not being used. Why?

Every year I seem to nominate at the end a former AEW Champ to get rid of so, for a change of pace, here's a former AEW Champ to push. Kenny Omega is still a viable draw when you detach him from all the stupidity associated with his personality. The Cleaner needs to find a way to make AEW's faithful more than just hanger-ons and return to being the franchise player where he can mix with any style. Keep his work inside the ring, build psychology, wrestle fundamentals, and revise his goals to humble his way without gimmicks or stipulations. Make him just WRESTLE and let time speak for it.

#aew #all elite wrestling #personal opinion

[itjazzbicch]

Pedal To The Metal

Pairing: Santana x Fem Reader

Summary: Knowing one another since high school, Santana and the reader has always had an interesting relationship, friends but yet picking on one another. While out in town, hanging out with friends, they challenge each other to a race, which ends up leading to another challenge...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY) (Also a mention of authorities)

Requested by: No One (But I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count: 2209

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose

I DO OWN THIS GIF:

"Yo, Y/N!"

Surprised I could hear over all the music. It had been a while since I've been back home in NYC, reliving some of the old days with friends. Back when we were younger, we'd go down under the bridges with all of our cars and race.

It was packed and I couldn't even get out of my car before people were yelling my name. I had a smile on my face, leaning on the hood of my BMW while my friends came around.

"Wooo! Got a new car!" She smiled, touching the side, "You racing tonight?"

"No one is beating me with these cars they brought," I snickered, arms crossed while I leaned back a little.

No one here was a challenge at all, till a blacked-out Audi pulled up right across from me. We were all curious as to who it was, getting excited because that was the one car that could put up a challenge, surprised when I saw Santana stepping out,

Ortiz ended up joining him, all of their friends talking to them first, but Santana's attention fell on me when my friend smiled:

"I think you found your challenge."

"Santana has always lost to me," I laughed, making sure he could hear me.

I've known Santana since high school and we were playful bullies. Not sure if we wanted to be friends or wanted to hate each other. It was more of a fight of the egos too. Till this day that hasn't changed.

"Y/N," Santana smirked, stepping up to me with Ortiz and their boys, "Guessing you want a race?"

"I was thinking about it. Got yourself a nice one, but it still won't beat mine," I said purposely, trying not to smile.

"Still cocky as hell," Ortiz scoffed, Santana agreeing but saying:

I won't even lie, back in the days you smoked me a few times. But this is now. You think your car can beat mine then why aren't you stepping up?"

Everyone was instigating and gasping at his comment, circling us in. The music from someone's car was still going, able to feel the deep bass from it and it hyped me up. Santana had this smirk on his face, only a few inches away from me when he offered:

"You want the smoke or not?"

I stood up straight, keys in hand while I laughed, "You're the one who's about to get smoked. Check to see if the bridge is clear."

They all popped, rushing up to go check the bridge. Santana went to his car and I went to mine and once we got the signal, we rushed up there. Side by side in our cars on the bridge, a smirk on my face while I reeved my engine, the gaze between us heated while he did the same, eyes fixed on the road as soon as the flaggers arm went up.

Down it went and we both blasted off, neck and neck the whole time. The bridge was about a mile long and I had to shift gears to go faster, taking the lead while we got towards the end, until I noticed Santana suddenly getting head, blue heat from his exhaust right, reaching downhill before me.

He was using turbo! Since he wanted to play like that, I did the same, thinking that would give me more speed but it was too late. Santana beat me just by a bit.

There was a parking lot we'd always park at like an after-party. They were all cheering and surrounding Santana when I drifted in and parked.

"What happened to smoking me, Y/N?" Santana laughed, trying to act hard.

"You know what you did," I scoffed, getting out.

"There are no rules in street racing. You should know that mami," He smirked, blowing me a kiss just to add to the burn.

I rolled my eyes, going to sit back down in my car, Santana scoffing:

"You're gonna be like that?"

My answer was my door slamming shut, music blasting while I went in reverse, car roaring. I stopped by the gas station to grab a drink, then headed back to the waterfront near my house. I truly wasn't upset, but it did kill my vibe. So, I just sat there, watching the water and listening to the radio.

"I really made you salty," Santana laughed, leaning down to my window, "You never liked losing in front of everyone."

That gave me a thought, stepping out to stand up to Santana. He knew I had something on my mind when I started smiling, playing it cool when I offered:

"Now that we're away from everyone, how about I get a rematch? Because let's face it. If it wasn't for that little move you pulled, if you raced my car straight up, you'd lose."

He laughed at me initially, looking away for a moment, clicking his tongue, "Why the hell not?"

"Far bridge," I informed, leaving to go up to it.

We got really lucky, finding two empty bridges in the same night like this. No flagger was needed, no hype from the crowd. Just racing, our eyes connecting, a smile being our green light.

This bridge was a straight shot and we were side by side again, but just like I predicted, all I needed to do was change gears, passing him up and winning just as the bridge ended.

"What I tell you, boy?!" I yelled at the window while I slowed down, smiling and laughing, able to stop on an old road.

Santana met there, rolling the window down, "You got lucky!"

"Who's salty now?" I laughed, till we heard sirens.

When our eyes met, both of our pupils expanded. Our luck ran out. We needed to get out of there.

"You remember the hideout, right? Meet me there," I said quickly, taking off.

Good thing he didn't follow, driving as quickly as I could without attracting too much attention. Our cars weren't seen and the sound of the sirens disappeared, which was a relief. I made it to the abandoned tunnel that we would use as a meet up too, a little concerned when Santana wasn't there yet.

Right as I pulled out my phone, he pulled up. That sigh of relief was the best, unlocking the door when he came around to the passenger side, hopping in my car.

"We were gambling right there," He huffed, looking at me, "I took the long way."

"Good. We needed to split up," I breathed, turning to smile, "But man, I haven't had fun like that in a while. Why do I always end up racing you?"

"I'm the best challenge you're going to get," He smirked, but I laughed back:

"Not much of a challenge when I always win."

"You forget that I won on the high bridge?" He recalled, "And right now, you just got lucky."

"Only luck was us not getting caught," I made us laugh, still taking another dig when I whispered, "Still a loser, though."

"Better watch that slick mouth of yours," He shot playfully, trying not to smile when I leaned over, messing with his hat:

"We've known each other for how long? Figured you'd be used to it, but then again, you were always easy to trigger."

"You know how to trigger something alright," He mumbled, making me curious.

I leaned over more, smiling and ready to make him tell me, asking first, "Trigger what?"

He didn't answer me at first, just this smirk on his face while he looked at me in the corner of his eye. When I took a handful of his shirt, I could feel his heart racing a little, instantly knowing what, but I wanted to hear it from him, trying to trigger him more when a let a sexy tone set in my whisper:

"Trigger what, Santana?"

His hand could take me by the face, putting his hat on the dash while he pulled me into a kiss. A deep breath filled my mind with his scent, like a delicious poison taking over me, two handfuls of his shirt, so soft in my hands with a tight squeeze, straddling him.

"If you're gonna keep kissing me like that," I whispered, biting his lower lip, "You better be ready for another challenge."

Damn the smile on his face made me too hot, kissing me harder, hands sliding up my shorts to expose my ass, squeezing then giving me a nice spank. I had to suck in a deep breath, fire growing when he took my lip this time, growling:

"I will fuck you up."

Something in me just snapped, sitting upright and throwing off my shirt, hands going for his while my tongue went into his mouth, grinding down against his hard cock, dishing back:

"Fuck me up then. I want to see you do it. The back seat is big enough."

"Get your ass back there, then," He commanded, spanking me one more time.

I listened, stripping out of my shorts and panties, Santana crawling back with me, sitting in the middle and giving me something to watch when his jeans were gone, cock standing tall to his stomach. It made me want to lose more control, not needing an invitation.

He was just as impatient, throwing me right on top of him, taking me by the hips. I was ready to sit right on top of his cock, but he was more impatient than me, picking up my hips then slamming mine down to take every inch.

Already, I moaned so loudly, holding onto his shoulders and knowing I was going to need the support. There was this no-good smile on his face that was so sexy, looking past the curls of his hair to see the devilish look in his eyes.

"You wanted to see me do it, didn't you?" He smirked, thrusting up again and feeling a pinch in my core, keeping my hips down while he was drilling up, "You know I don't play around, Y/N."

"Don't act like you won just yet," I warned, wanting to fire him up more, "You said you were going to fuck me up? Since you talk so big, I better be a mess by the time you're done."

"You're already wet as hell," He chuckled, hand around my throat and bringing me into a steamy kiss, "Guess we're going to ruin your backseat."

I tried showing I still had some strength in me, riding and grinding, but it didn't take long for him to get the better of me. There was just so much power in his thrusts, the tip of his cock pummeling my sweet spot hard, walls clenching on every hit.

Spanks across my ass added to it, growing so hot in the car. A bead of sweat trailed down the side of my head, going for another kiss to try and distract myself, but he sat up, throwing off his shirt and I knew it was game over.

Slouching back a bit, his arm wrapped around my neck, kissing me hard, other hand at the arch of my back, help to guide my grinding, but I stopped, back arching harder while his thrusts grew faster.

"Santana!" I about screamed, trying to kiss but my jaw kept dropping.

With a handful of hair, he kept my head in place, panting at me, "Giving up? That mess is coming soon."

"You j-jus-" I attempted, hand scratching at his chest a little, the pleasure feeling so good, but it felt like I was on fire, in blasting landmines, exploding with his thrusts that kept coming, car shaking when he went even harder.

"Can't even answer me," He laughed, biting his lip hard and grunting when my walls grew to a death grip, having me cry out.

"Santana! Got damn it!"

I was actually near tears, it was even hotter which added to my nerves, body trembling, hips trying to roll just to clamp and jerk, shaking down to my feet, arms wrapping around his head while I was moaning and screaming.

"Come on, mami," He cooed, kissing me and taking my lower lip, words trying to motivate me, "I can feel you about to cum. Cum for me."

With a hard spank, two handfuls of my ass had me rock down onto his cock and slam into his hips, I instantly came, barely able to breathe, cock fucking me the whole time, the friction making me ache, whining:

"F-fuck Santana!"

"Turned you into a big ass mess," He chuckled, looking down to see, able to feel how he was coated in slick, thighs and all.

I couldn't breathe right for a moment, head resting on his chest and trying to catch it, his hand rubbing my back helping, able to pant, "About made the car go in reverse, Santana. Damn."

"You made the challenge," He argued, smiling hard when I rebutted:

"You started this by kissing me first."

"And you liked it," He noted, making me smile hard too, picking myself up to hug him, kissing:

"That's no lie. Makes me want to challenge you more often."

"Go for it," He encouraged, but also warned, "But it's not like racing. I'll always win."

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfic #wrestling smut #wrestling oneshot #aew #aew imagine #aew fic #aew fanfic #aew smut #aew oneshot #santana #Santana x reader #santana imagine #santana fanfic #santana fic #santana smut #santana oneshot #read and enjoy

[moxishcowboyshitinthejungle]

"Don't Go Yet"

~A Santana Imagine

Pairing: Santana x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

♡"Are you sayin' you got a flight, need an early night?

No, don't go yet"♡

You and Santana sat on the couch kissing his hands all over you from your hair down to your back. The old record player was on but you were so soaked up in his sweet kisses that you didn't even notice which song was playing.

Until he pulled away "What time is it ?", he asked almost out of breath looking around the room to find a clock. "Almost 8", you replied only a few inches away from his lips ready to start kissing him again. His hands slipped from your hips "I gotta catch my flight." before placing one last big kiss on your lips "Mami you make me forget about everything."

You two were standing there leaning in with your foreheads holding hands "You really gotta leave ?" You asked giving him bambi eyes.

"Unfortunately yes baby girl. Ortiz and I have a big match. And we gotta be there for Chris you know, his feud with MJF is getting out of hand. He needs backup.", he almost whispered with a voice as soft as clouds on a sunny spring day.

He closed his eyes and took you in for a deep embrace, his strong arms wrapped around you, chin placed on your head. He didn't want to leave. Sure he wanted to fight, he was always ready, but right now you knew he didn't wanna say goodbye either.

#aew #allelitewrestling #prowrestling #aewdynamite #aew dynamite #aew imagine #all elite wrestling #aew headcanon #aew x reader #santana #santana x reader #santana imagine #santana and ortiz #proud and powerful #inner circle

[plentyoffandoms]

My last one for now can I get a Santana 2 part story where the reader is Eddie Kingston's baby sister and she works backstage at Aew and she is close to all of Eddie's friends and she has a couple herself her best friends is Rose and Kris one night after work the whole group goes out and has some fun where the reader is pushed up on by MJF who doesn't take no for an answer that is until Santana comes to her aid and puts MJF in his place the reader is very grateful to Santana and when they leave the leave together and end up getting together, a long the way MJF continues to make passes on the reader until Santana fights him and wins and as for Eddie is super excited for his sister and one of his best friends getting together, the reader moves in with Santana and his daughter Maria after a couple months of dating, Santana asks her to marry him and she says yes... They end up getting married a few years later and having two more kids... The reader is grateful to Santana because over the years of being together he has saved her a couple times but at the same time the reader has been Santana's rock and it all started with MJF being the creep he is and they thank him for that lol

Santana x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Santana Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing.

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

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Also the photos is just to show the outfit, not what I am picturing the reader to look like. Please imagine your gorgeous self in one these dresses or even in a dress you may want to wear for this.

Hope you like it.

Miguel - Ortiz ☆ Mike - Santana

Summary: f/Reader is Eddie's baby sister. She worked backstage for AEW & is friends with almost everyone. One night when everyone goes out for some fun, MJF won't take the hint & leave her alone. Santana steps in.

YN's POV:

I was sitting at my work station listening to my older brother go on and on about something. I tuned him out when he started to bitch about catering didn't have his favourite dessert.

"But it is your job YN to make sure it is there." He told me. Did I forget his favourite dessert to just see him spiral out of control?

Maybe, but that is my job with being his baby sister. I have to find some way to mess with him.

"Look Eddie, you are not the only one who is missing something this week, but I promise you it will be there next week." He just glared at me as I smiled at him with the most innocent expression I could muster.

"I hate how good you are at lying. I can never tell if you are telling the truth or not."

"She isn't." Eddie turned around and saw Mike walking towards the two of us. Miguel a bit further behind talking with Daniel.

"And how can you tell? I am her brother and I can't." Eddie asked, completely stumped.

I just glared at the man who is one of my brothers best friends.

"Her eyes shift to the right every single time." Eddie looked between Mike and I, trying to see if it was true.

Mike started to laugh when I told him to go fuck himself.

"How the hell did you figure that out?"

"Yeah Mike, how did you figure that out?" I repeated my brother's question.

"Just a people observer is all." I just shook my head at his answer. Not fully believing him.

Miguel finally joined the three of us and they started to talk about one of their matches that was coming in and I finished placing the last of the food orders in.

I even had Eddie stand behind me as I placed his order. "Happy?"

"Much." He then messed up my hair and I pushed him away. Some things will never change with us.

"Come on you two. We are meeting everyone at the Paradise Club." Mike said to us.

"I'll meet you three there. I have to go to the hotel and change."

"I'll go with you." Eddie said but I just placed my hand on his chest. "Eddie, I grew up in this city. I know where it is. I will be there soon."

I know he didn't like that but I am an adult and he knows he can't tell me what to do anymore. I mean, he tries but he is never successful.

"Message me to say you are on your way then?" I agreed because I know he will only worry.

We left the building and went our separate ways.

All I can say is that what I am wearing tonight will hopefully get me laid. It has been too long in my opinion.

I also hope my brother doesn't freak the fuck out. Just like he did all the time when we were teenagers.

~

I text Eddie to say I was on my way and got no response back. I was expecting that. He probably had his hands full at the moment.

I made it to the club in good timing. Heads turned to look at me and it made me walk with confidence knowing I looked this damn good.

I held my head up high and never once felt self-consciousness about my choice of clothing.

The bouncer let me in and he looked me up and down as I walked past him. Security took me to our private room and I even saw a few months drop as I walked past.

Oh yes, tonight will be amazing. Drinking, hanging out with my girls and friends. Hopefully get laid.

Kris saw me first and her mouth literally dropped at my outfit. She slapped Nyla on the back and she looked at me.

"Where did you get that? That is gorgeous." Nyla said as she had me do a little spin to show off my complete look.

"This old thing? Just always have it on me just incase we go out somewhere like this." I teased as I got the attention of the bartender.

I didn't notice that I had the unwanted attention of the one and only Max.

I should of known though because he has always had a thing for me. Ever since the first time we met, he has flirted with me and used to ask me out all the time.

I have always turned him down. He isn't my type. I mean he is handsome and I have walked in on him naked by accident, so I know he has a reason to be a cocky shit, but there is just something about him that makes me cringe.

~

It has been a couple of hours since I showed up and I was now on the dance floor with Kris.

She screamed at me that she would be right back and I saw her walk towards the back where there are the washrooms.

I am now alone, just minding my own business when I feel hands on my waist. I looked behind me to see who it was and took a step away when I realised it was Max.

But he just held on and walked with me. "Let go Max." I told him.

"Can't YN. Shit you look so good tonight. Like you dressed up just for me." He bit his lip as he looked me up and down.

I tried to loosen his grip on me, but he just got tighter. I know he was going to leave marks there.

I didn't hear him come up behind me but I sure as hell heard him. "Let her go Max."

Santana's POV:

The moment YN stepped into the room, I knew Max would be all over her. She looked so fucking good, but she always does.

So I kept an eye on the two of them. Well more him that her, because I know he will try something with her.

When her and Kris left to go dance, I went to the balcony and watched to make sure they were okay.

But then Kris left to go to the washroom and Max stepped in. I didn't even hesitate as I walked as fast I could to the two of them.

"Let her go Max."

"Or what Mike?"

"You do not want to know what I will do to you. Let her go now." He just smirked at me.

"I don't think I will."

"It would be a good idea. I have no issues ruining your pretty face. Or telling our boss that you wouldn't take no for an answer."

The thought of losing his job had his letting her go. He sneered at me and turned and left the two of us alone.

"You okay?" I asked her as I leaned down to whisper into her ear.

"Yeah." I could tell she wasn't so I offered to take her outside. Kris came back at that point and I told her we were leaving.

I walked through the crowd, holding her hand and never letting go until we were finally outside.

"The night is still young. What do you want to do." I asked YN.

YN stopped walking and I did too, confused on why she did, so I turned to look at her.

"Thanks Mike."

"No need to thank me YN."

"I do." She said as she took a step closer to me and did something that stunned me. She kissed my cheek.

I turned my head and looked into her eyes and then I kissed her lips, gently at first until our kiss got deeper and deeper.

"We should go somewhere private." I said as I pulled back, looking around and realising people where looking at the two of us.

"Yes." She took my hand and started to walk us in the opposite direction. It was the way to the hotel she is staying at.

Shit, her brother is going to kill me.

Part 2

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[wwenhlimagines]

you know i had to ask but...😺 with Santana??

Time to Eat 😺 with Santana

Chosen from this list

Your man knows how to do 2 things really well; Fight and Eat You Out

He will do it anywhere and in any position he can get you in.

You're cooking dinner? He'll put you on the counter and have his own favorite meal

In the shower? He gets on his knees and puts your right leg over his shoulder

Long road trip? Man will pull over the car to an abandoned parking lot throw you in the backseat ready to eat you out kneeling in the doorway

However, he loves to take his time when you are in the bedroom. He'll leave kisses up and down your inner thighs before slowly tracing every fold with the tip of his tongue

He grabs your ass to pull you in closer and pushes you knees up toward your chest exposing you just how he wants you as he sucks your clit

He feels you get close before he is grabbing your ass and flipping you both over so you are sitting on his face. You gasp trying to regain your balance and then he smacks your ass to tell you to ride his face

He will keep going until you physically have to push his head away from overstimulation if you let him

#santana imagine #santana smut #aew smut #aew imagine

[heelbucks]

Oml imagine Santana just GIVING it to you and whispering to you the nastiest stuff in Spanish 😫

i wanna write this so fuckin bad but i remember no spanish from when i took it in school 🥺 fuck it, we try anyways!! please please be kind & correct me if i’m wrong!! {taglist: @writtingrose @lydiaisstilessanchor @kamidekawaii @harryedwrd @exe-babymox-exe @thejonasfangirllife @bellalutionn @darlingelite @kennysquads @bloody-kissez }

warnings: degradation, pet names [doll], honorifics [papi/ daddy] choking, riki not knowing spanish and using google translate. you are responsible for your own media consumption!!

you were currently laying on your back, desperately crying out for your boyfriend to let you cum again. santana sat with his head in between your thighs for what felt like an eternity, eating you like a man starved. “joder muñeca, suenas tan bonita cuando lloras por mí.” [fuck doll, you sound so pretty when you cry for me.] he smirked up at you, licking his lips savoring your taste. you reached your hand down to force his head back to where you needed him but he grabbed your wrist and made his way up your body.

“una muñequita tan codiciosa. sé feliz con lo que te está dando papi.” [such a greedy little doll. be happy with what daddy is giving you.] santana whispered in your ear while grinding his jean clad legs against your core. “fuck, daddy, i’m sorry. you make me feel so good. please fuck me…” “buena niña” [good girl].

santana moved away from you a pulled off his jeans with an excruciatingly slow pace, prompting you to whine. “hurry upp…” while he did listen to you, it was only because he was fed up with your whining. he lined himself up with your entrance, and slammed his length inside with no warning. he chuckled at how quick you stopped complaining, before leaning down and wrapping a hand around your throat. “aclaremos una cosa, muñeca, no recibo órdenes tuyas.” [let’s clarify one thing, doll, i don’t take orders from you.]

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