#andrade el idolo
Text
gaaah my old school NXT heart! 💛🖤
#wwe#wweedit#andrade el idolo#zelina vega#smackdown#rey mysterio#wwe smackdown#friday night smackdown#GOD I MISS THE BLACK AND GOLD ERA#that was my show maaan#stuff i made
149 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dom straight up inviting everybody to the crib.
162 notes
·
View notes
Text
109 notes
·
View notes
Text
254 notes
·
View notes
Text
our boy is plotting
66 notes
·
View notes
Text
#dominik mysterio#andrade el idolo#dom running away and cowering in a corner is my favorite#wweedit#mysterio gifs#4-15-24
60 notes
·
View notes
Text
#jay white#andrade el idolo#aewedit#aew#wrestlingedit#aew collision#tv: collision#ours: gifs#maker: s#*#collision: s01e15
195 notes
·
View notes
Note
Can i request a x daughter reader with whoever you choose please and thank you
Go || Charlotte Flair x Daughter!Reader x Andrade
Summary: You don't like being backstage at the big events. This time you had no choice.
Backstage at WrestleMania is a whirlwind of activity, the air buzzing with excitement and anticipation. For most, it's a thrilling spectacle, a chance to witness the pinnacle of sports entertainment firsthand. But for you, it's overwhelming.
As you navigate the crowded corridors and bustling chaos of backstage, you can feel the anxiety building inside you. The bright lights, the loud voices, the constant hustle and bustle – it's all too much to handle.
You cling to Charlotte and Andrade, seeking refuge in the familiar comfort of their presence. They try their best to shield you from the chaos, guiding you through the maze of corridors with gentle reassurance.
But despite their efforts, you can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at your insides. The weight of the moment hangs heavy on your shoulders, threatening to crush you beneath its relentless pressure.
As the minutes tick by, the tension in the air becomes almost palpable, a tangible force that suffocates you with its intensity. You feel like a fish out of water, struggling to find your footing in a world that feels alien and strange.
Finally, unable to bear the overwhelming atmosphere any longer, you turn to Charlotte and Andrade with pleading eyes. "I wanna go, please," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion.
Without hesitation, they nod in understanding, their expressions filled with compassion and empathy. "I will go with you. Mami has to stay, but you and I can go, Mija," Andrade says. Together, you make your way towards the nearest exit, each step a relief as you leave the chaos of WrestleMania behind.
Outside, the cool night air washes over you like a balm, soothing your frayed nerves and calming your racing heart. With Andrade by your side, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, a quiet calm that banishes the shadows of anxiety and fear.
As you walk away from the arena, hand in hand with your dad, you can't help but feel grateful for their unwavering support. In their embrace, you find the strength to face the challenges of the world, knowing that no matter what lies ahead, you will always have each other.
#wwe fanfiction#wwe x reader#wwe#pro wrestling#wrestling#charlotte flair x reader#charlotte flair#queen charlotte#ashley fliehr#andrade el idolo#andrade cien almas#andrade x reader#andrade#charlotte flair x reader x andrade
64 notes
·
View notes
Text
107 notes
·
View notes
Text
I’m Your Papi
Paring: Rhea Ripley x Andrade
Summary: Rhea has a new papi.
Warnings; smut, cheating, unprotected sex.
Word Count: 1.6k
A/n: This was supposed to be a very short draft but I got carried away…
Rhea stood next to Dom who was talking to Andrade. She had been eye fucking him ever since he stepped in the room. She was so focused on stripping the man naked in her mind that she didn’t realize Dom had asked her a question.
“The Judgment Day is a very exclusive club and not everyone gets an opportunity to get in. Right, Mami?”
“Hm? Oh- yes. I heard you have a match later on today, right?”
“That is right.” Andrade said with his thick accent.
“We’ll be watching then.” She shook his hand with a flirtatious smile on her face before he left. Her eyes followed his figure until he was out of sight. She turned to look at Dom who was giving her a weird look.
“Are you okay, Mami?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Okay. If you say so.” Dom replied, still unsure. Right in that second, Damian and Finn came in talking about DIY winning their qualifying match for WrestleMania.
“We need to keep an eye on em, big man.” Finn said.
“I completely agree. This ain’t going to be an easy match,” Damian placed his arms around Finn, “We need to stay focused.” Finn nodded in agreement then turned to look at Rhea and Dom.
“Now that we’re done talking about DIY, what are we going to do about Ricochet?” Finn asked.
“I was thinking my Latino heat could take care of that,” Rhea placed her hand on Dom's shoulder, “Right, Dom Dom?” She smiled at him.
“O-of course, Mami.”
“Alright, then it’s settled. Why don’t you go get ready while I talk to Pearce, hm?”
“Yeah, I’ll go do that.” Dom walked away while Rhea made her way to Pearce’s office.
Rhea was on her way back to the judgment day’s clubhouse when she, once again, came across Andrade who was stretching.
“Getting ready for your match?” Andrade quickly turned at the sound of her voice.
“I am. You’ll be watching, right?” He smirked.
“Of course I will. I would wish you good luck but I don’t think you’ll need it.”
“Thank you either way. I’ll see you after my match, hermosa.” He winked at her before heading to gorilla. She bit her lip before continuing her way back to the clubhouse. When she got back she informed Dom his match was right after Andrade’s. They all sat down to watch his match. Andrade was going against Apollo Crews.
The match didn’t last long. Andrade had Apollo exactly where he wanted him in less than two minutes. He did his finisher and-
“1…2…3! Here’s your winner, Andrade!” The ref rose his arm in the air before he slid out of the ring and walked backstage. When he got there, Rhea was already there waiting for him.
“I didn’t doubt for a second that you would win.” She said once he stood in front of her.
“Really? You seem to have a lot of faith in me then.” Rhea only smiled in reply. He suddenly leaned down towards her ear.
“Why don’t you meet me in my locker room, Mami? While your Latino heat does his thing against Ricochet?” She hesitated for a split second before responding.
“I will be there.” She assured.
“See you then.” Right as he walked away, Dom was making his way to Rhea.
“Hey, Mami. What was that about?”
“Oh, nothing. Just small talk- but anyway. Are you ready for your match?”
“Mhm.” He hummed. Right then, his music hit.
“That’s your queue. Don’t disappoint me.”
“You aren’t going out with me?” Dom asked with sadness in his voice.
“No. I have something to take care of, okay? I promise I’ll be right here when you win.” She kissed his cheek before walking off.
-A few minutes later-
Rhea stood in front of Andrade’s locker room door. She looked around before knocking. A couple seconds later Andrade opened the door. A towel wrapped around his waist, his wet hair laying on his shoulders, and water droplets all over his chest. She just stared until he finally pulled her out of her trance.
“Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to come in?” Rhea came back to her senses and stepped inside, locking the door behind her.
“Do we need to do small talk or can we get straight to the point?”
“Let’s get right to business.” Rhea quickly took off her shirt and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She pressed her lips against his. It was messy. Both of them fought for dominance until he took a hold of her jaw and pulled away.
“Uh uh. Conmigo, yo soy tu papi, entendido? I’m in charge whether you like it or not. It’s up to you.” Rhea was taken aback by his statement but also turned on. Her stubborn self wanted to get up and leave but another part of her wanted to stay and get dominated for once.
“Whatever you want…papi.” She said once she finally made up her mind. He chuckled before taking a seat on his couch with Rhea straddling his lap. They continued making out, their tongues in each other’s throats. Rhea’s hands were gripping his hair while his laid on her waist.
He soon started leaving a trail of kisses from her jaw to her neck and finally, her collarbone. His hands moved up her back and took a hold of the clip of her bra.
“Can I take this off, hermosa?” She nodded. He took his time unclipping her bra and taking it off her shoulders. He took one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked.
“Hmm…don’t leave a mark-”
“Por qué? You don’t want your ‘Latino heat’ to find out?” He mocked. Rhea only pouted and shook her head.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, okay? I’ll make sure he never finds out how submissive you are for papi.” She whined at his statement and hid her face in his neck.
“Please…”
“Please what, muñeca? What do you want?” He ran his fingers through her jet black hair.
“I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please?”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he hooked his finger around her waistband, “Why don’t we take these off?” Rhea lifted her hips and he helped her take off her pants along with her panties. He unwrapped the towel from his waist, freeing his hardened member. With his hands on her hips, he aligned himself with her entrance and slowly lowered her body down on his cock.
“F-fuck…” Rhea wrapped her arms around Andrade’s neck. She started to bounce up and down his cock, shuddering every time she bottomed out. Her quiet moans soon got louder and Andrade was enjoying every second of it. He looked down to where their bodies were connecting and noticed how a belly bulge formed each time his cock went in.
“God, baby, look at you,” he pressed his hand against the bulge, “You feel that? You feel how deep papi’s in your guts? I’m going to fill you up nice and full.” He flipped them over so that Rhea was now laying on her back with her legs over Andrade’s shoulders. He started pounding into her pussy full force, letting all his pent up energy out. Rhea became sensitive and tried to push Andrade away but he took her wrist and pinned them above her head.
“Papi-”
“Shhh, let me have you. Just a little longer.” He assured.
“I c-can’t-”
“Yes, you can, mami. You’re going to feel good, I promise.” He slowed down his thrusts a bit after he noticed how sensitive she was. He brought his free hand down towards her pussy. He gently started rubbing her clit, watching her mouth fall open with desperate moans.
“Papi, I’m c-close…”
“Yeah? Are you going cum for me?”
“Yes-”
“That’s right. Come all over my cock.” He sped up once again, making it his mission to make her scream his name. He let go of her hands and let her cling to him as she went over the edge and rode her orgasm. Her whines alone made him reach his climax. He released his load inside of her before laying back down on the couch with her body on top of his, not pulling out just yet.
“Are you okay?” he brushed her hair away from her face, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay, just a bit sensitive.”
“You want me to pull out?” She shook her head ‘no’. He chuckled a bit before hugging her body closer to his and kissing her forehead. Right then they heard the crowd in the arena cheering and Rhea remembered what she told Dom.
“Shit- I have to go!” She scrambled to get up, putting her bra and shirt on.
“Why?” Andrade asked as he sat up.
“I promised Dom I would be waiting for him at gorilla after his match.” He scoffed and shook his head. Rhea found her pant but she couldn’t find her underwear.
“Goddamnit- where are my panties?” She asked, a bit irritated.
“You mean these?” He raised them up for her to see. Shea reached up to grab them but he quickly snatched them away.
“Andrade, I need those.”
“No you don’t.”
“Give them to me!”
“Maybe you’ll get ‘em back the next time I see you.”
“How do you know there will be a next time?”
“I know you’ll come back to papi.” He winked and she blushed in response. She took a deep breath before putting her pants on and walking out but not before giving him one last look.
Taglist: @riptideripley @mexxs-blog
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
61 notes
·
View notes
Text
Always style on 'em.
79 notes
·
View notes
Text
my cat at 3am, sitting in the corner of the kitchen, watching me grab 54 slices of american cheese
277 notes
·
View notes
Text
I LOVE THEM 😭😭😭😭
43 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
