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sydsaint · 2 months

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Damian who? Santos is my only valid Lantino papi <3

Summary: After defecting from the LWO and reuniting with his Legado family, Santos finds himself faced with a decision regarding the reader and Elektra who are both vying for his affection.

You arrive to the LFI lockeroom early so you've got plenty of time to get ready for the show. Angel and Humberto are already there hanging out when you arrive, but Santos and Elektra haven't shown up just yet.

"Hey, Berto, Angel." You wave at the pair as you come through the door.

"Hey, YN." Humberto waves back at you, looking up from his phone.

Angel nods at you as well, but doesn't say anything. You shut the locker room door and head over to the vanity sitting in the corner. You set your duffel bag down and fish your makeup bag out of it so you can get started on dolling up your face.

"Who are you getting all prettied up for, YN?" Angel saunters over to you after a few minutes.

"Not you, Angel, that's for sure." You tease him.

Angel chuckles and rolls his eyes playfully. "You hear that, cousin?" He turns back to Humberto. "YN here's got a thing for our fearless leader."

"Mhm." You hum while applying your mascara carefully. "Jealous?" You continue to joke around with Angel.

"Maybe a little." Angel grins at you. "Any man would be lucky to have your attention, Mi Amore." He winks at you.

You giggle and Angel finally leaves you alone for the time being. You finish up your makeup and are putting things away when Elektra and Santos finally arrive. You watch the pair in the mirror as they come through the door. Your jaw clenches in jealousy when you spot the way Elektra hangs on Santos as they come inside the locker room.

"Afternoon, Santos." You swivel around in your chair and greet Santos, also making a point to ignore Elektra.

"YN! Punctual as always, I see, Mi Corazon." Santos walks over to you. "How long have you been here?" He asks you.

You shrug like your earliness is no big deal. "Oh around half an hour is all." You assure him. "Angel and Humberto were already here when I arrived." You add.

"Well, those two don't have anything special going on anyway." Santos replies. "But you, Mi Corazon. I's expect you to have plenty going on." He smirks at you.

You drop your head and smile to yourself for replying. "Oh? And what kinds of things do you expect me to be doing in my free time, Santos?" You ask him.

"Well, I imagine that you've got droves of men dying to meet you in whatever city we're in." Santos explains. "I know I'd pay a high price to get a photo with such a beautiful woman." He adds with a wink.

"Santos!" You giggle playfully.

A few feet away, Elektra scoffs quietly to herself before making her way over to the two of you. "Santos! You're going to come out with me for my match against Tiffany Straton, right?" She asks him, batting her eyelashes gently.

"Yes, I said I would come out with you earlier." Santos reminds Elektra, turning away from you.

"Thank you, Santos." Elektra cooes. "It's nice to have support from our fearless leader." She grins and bats her eyelashes again.

You roll your eyes, regonizing the game that Elektra is attempting to play with you. "I've got that match against Zelina as well, tonight." You get Santos' attention back on you. "But since you're going out with Elektra, I think that I'll go it alone tonight."

"Nonsense." Santos protests. "You should take Humberto and Angel with you." He insists. "Joaquin and Cruz will most likely be out there, and I don't want you to be alone."

"I can handle myself, Santos." You remind him. "I don't need a man looking out for me." You add, making sure to glance over at Elektra at the same time.

Santos nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "I know, Mi Amore." He assures you. "But please, take Angel and Humberto with you." He asks you. "It'd put my mind at ease knowing that you weren't left all alone out there."

"Okay." You nod. "But only because you asked, Santos." You touch his arm gently.

"Thank you, YN." Santos smiles in releif.

You step off into the other room to get changed into your ring gear. While you're in the middle of changing, Elektra comes into the room to do the same.

"YN." Elektra looks at you with a stoic expression.

"Elektra." You greet her with the same dry tone and look on your face.

Silence falls over the room as the two of you get changed. But Elektra can't help but speak up after a while of the rwo of you ignoring one another.

"This little game you're playing with Santos isn't funny, puta." Elektra turns toward you with fire in her eyes and a sour tone.

"Oh?" You reply with a sly smile. "And what game is that?" You dare ask her.

Elektra scoffs and moves toward you. "He's never going to be into you." She sneers. "Not when he can have me. So you'd be smart to end the game right here and now." Elektra glares at you.

You laugh and pull on your cropped jacket. "See, the thing is, Elektra." You grin, not giving her the satisfaction of stopping what you're doing. "You claim that this is a game. But it's not. See, a game implies that more than one person is playing." You laugh to yourself. "But the truth is, there was only ever one. Because you were never a player to begin with, Elektra." You wink at her and step toward the door.

"Excuse me!" Elektra fumes, but you swing open the door and step back into the main locker room before she can get a word out.

Your match with Zelina is scheduled first, so you pick up Angel and Humberto and head out with them. Your match with Zelina is around 10 minutes long, and you manage to pick up the win against her before heading backstage again.

Elektra's match against Tiffany is right after yours, so she and Santos are waiting behind the curtain when you get backstage.

"YN! Wonderful job out there!" Santos praises you. "You looked fantastic."

"Thanks, boss." You match his grin. "And, hey, I told you that I didn't need the pretty boy squad." You add and nod to Angel and Humberto. "Joaquin and Cruz were hardly any trouble."

Santos nods, aknoledging that you were right. "Of course." He smiles at you. "I should have listened to you." He jokes.

You and Santos linger near each other for a moment before Elektra drags him off for her match. You head back to the locker room with Angel and Humberto so you can change again.

Once you're back in your normal clothes, you head back out to the main locker room just as Elektra and Santos are returning from the ring.

"Hey, guys." You wave at them both. "How'd the match go?" You ask casually.

"Ugh!" Elektra groans and stomps past you.

You watch Elektra slam the door before you turn back to Santos. "She lost. Escobar explains.

"Oh." You nod. "Too bad. Tiffany is really good, though." You shrug.

Santos nods in agreement, and the two of you chat for a few minutes before Elektra comes back from her tantrum.

"Santos!" Elektra whines and walks up to him. "Buy me drinks after the show?" She asks him. "To make me feel better about losing?" She frowns.

"Elektra, come on." Santos shakes his head, putting a few inches of distance between the two of them. "What has been going on with you these past few weeks?" He confronts her.

Elektra's frown deepens. "What do you mean?" She asks him.

"You've been clinging to me like some desperate teenage girl." Santos explains. "And I'm getting tired of it." He admits.

"Are you kidding me?" Elektra scoffs. "YN's been dropping hints to you same as me!" She points a finger at you. "What's the difference?"

Santos scoffs and glances at you. "There's a big difference, Elektra." He insists. "YN hasn't been acting like childish. She flirts with me, yes. But she hasn't been acting desperate. Which is exactly what you're doing."

"Ugh! Whatever!" Elektra sneers and turns to you. "You can have him, YN!" She scoffs before storming off.

You watch Elektra slam the door once again and laugh once she's gone. "Well, that was dramatic." You giggle.

"Got that right." Angel chimes in. "So, drinks for everyone after the show?" He suggests.

"I'm game." You nod. "As long as Santos is buying the first round." You tease Esobar.

Santos chuckles and walks back over to you. "Happy to buy if it's for you, Mi Corazon." He grins at you.

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wrestlingfanficwriter · 4 years

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Lujuria (Santos Escobar)

Requested by @alicejoaquin1990 hope you like it!

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

**Lujuria means lust in Spanish according to Google

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June 3rd 2020

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N! Come in it’s just me in here”

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

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

“Gracias, thank you! It is very appreciated”

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

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

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

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

Fantasma smirked. “Yeah he really helped me out”

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

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

“Why didn’t you help him?”

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

You took a big breath. You had to know.

“Are those two masked men working for you?”

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

“Are you lying to me?”

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

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

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

“I’d never lie to you Y/N”

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

He smiled. “Good”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re beautiful”

You smiled as you leaned down to kiss him again.

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

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

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

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

“Please” you whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

“Come Y/N come for me”

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

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

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

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

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

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He lied.

He was working with them this entire time.

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

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

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

“Where’s your friends?”

“Waiting for me”

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

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

“No it wasn’t“

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

“How come you couldn’t tell me that?”

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

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

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

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

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Thanks for reading! If you’d like a request just ask I write for WWE only!!!

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luchagoth · 4 years

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ik one of y’all is writing a santos escobar cartel “365” inspired fanfic and im here to tell you to stop 🖤

#this is your sign to stop being weird and fetishy 🖤

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sydsaint · 5 months

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A continuation of my last Santos fic

Summary: After over a month of avoiding Santos for what he did to Rey, the reader is forced to confront her former lover. Emotions run high as the pair air out their pent of feelings and frustrations.

It's been around a month since Santos made his shocking betrayal of Rey Mysterio and the rest of the LWO. And you've been adamantly avoiding him ever since. But when you have the same travel schedule and work the same nights/shows as the man you're trying like hell to avoid, things can get complicated.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your curler, Zelina." You lean in the doorway of the LWO locker room holding Zelina's curler in your hand.

"Of course!" Zelina nods. "Are you sure that you don't want to hang around?" She asks you. "You know that Joaquin and Cruz won't mind." She insists.

You nod and flash a small smile at the pair hanging out further in the room. "I know." You assure Zelina. "But all my other stuff is in my locker room. Plus I kind of need some alone time to get ready for this match against Bayley later. You understand, right, Zelina? I know It must seem like I've been avoiding you this past month since I came back."

Zelina shakes her head and puts a hand on your shoulder to stop your rambling. "It's alright, Y/N." She smiles at you. "I get it. You need some time to figure stuff out after what Santos did to Rey. Just don't forget that we're here for you if you need us, okay?" She reminds you.

"I know. Thanks, Zelina." You lean forward for a hug.

Zelina hugs you tightly before you head back to your locker room to get ready for the show.

You make your way through the backstage area and say a couple of quick hello's to friends as they pass. You run into Kevin Owens backstage and strike up a casual conversation with him for a moment.

"Y/N, hey." Kevin greets you with a casual smile.

"Hey, Kevin." You stop and smile back at him. "Did you win your match in the US tournament?" You ask him.

Kevin nods, clearly pleased with his victory. "I did, yeah." He confirms. "Don't you have a match against Bayley later? A number one contenders match, right?" He asks.

"Mhm." You nod. "I'm just headed back to my locker room to get ready for it." You raise the curler in your hand.

"Nice! I'm sure that you'll do great, Y/N." Kevin grins and pats your shoulder gently. "Good luck out there tonight." He adds before dismissing himself.

"Thanks, Kevin." You match his grin. "And good luck with the rest of the tournament."

With Kevin now gone you begin heading back to your locker room again. You round the corner and are met with the one man you are trying to avoid. Santos Escobar.

"Oh! Santos, hello." You stop cold in your tracks.

"Y/N, cariño. So I finally managed to catch you." Santos blocks your way to the locker rooms.

You stare up at the man who betrayed your uncle and put him in the hospital with a solemn expression. You want to hate him. To loath him with every fiber of your being. But you don't, As much as you want to hate his guts. To call him every foul name known to man. You can't bring yourself to do any of it.

"Please let me pass, Santos." You ask him politely, swallowing hard as you do.

"Not until we talk, Mi Amor," Santos replies. "I've been trying to get you to talk to me for a month now. And you've been avoiding me." He reminds you.

You cross your arms over your chest in order to seem more angry and disinterested in whatever game Santos is playing. "You put my Tio in the hospital." You remind Santos right back. "He had to have surgery on his knee!"

"And yet, he seems fine," Santos replies. "Now, are you going to come with me so we can talk?" He asks you. "Or do I have to drag you?"

"Lay a hand on me and I'll scream." You take a step back from Santos.

Santos huffs and shakes his head. You watch him step toward you with an outstretched hand. "Y/N, come on, amor." He insists. "You know that I could never hurt you."

"I never thought that you could hurt Rey either." You reply coldly.

You watch Santos' jaw clench in frustration. He retracts his hand and steps back to his original position. "Y/N, please." He starts to speak up again. "Do you really hate me that much, Mi Amor?" He asks you, hurt written in his expression.

"Santos you hurt my family!" You snap at him. "You betrayed our friends! And for what? What did you gain from it?" You ask him. "You hurt me, Santos. Is it because I said that we couldn't see each other anymore? Did I make you so upset that you had to find a way to hurt the people I love?"

Santos' eyes widen at your response. He never meant for you to blame yourself for all of this. He loves you! Taken aback by your statement, he falls silent under your hurt and frustrated gaze.

"Well?" You put a hand on your hip. "You've seemed so sure of yourself this last month. Now you don't have anything to say for yourself?" You ask him. "I'm done here, Santos." You manage to shoulder past him.

You hurry off to your locker room with tears brimming in your eyes. Your heart feels heavy in your chest as you slam the door and lock it behind you. You hate this feeling. Why do you have to get so emotional when it comes to Santos? The two of you weren't even officially dating. And yet, being his enemy seems like the worst thing in the world.

You do your best to collect yourself and get ready for your match with Bayley. Santos weighs heavy on your mind even when you're heading out to the ring for the match. Bayley seems to pick up on your distracted state and uses it to her advantage. She picks up the win against you and gloats to the crowd until you are out of sight backstage in retreat.

"Damnit!" You curse the air once you're backstage again.

Frustrated, you head back to the locker room to stew in your feelings for the rest of the night. You manage to just make it to the door when Santos pops up again waiting for you.

"Y/N." Santos calls out to you as you round the corner.

"Are you kidding me!?" You go off when you spot Santos lingering outside the locker room. "You! I lost because of you!" You shout at him, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

Santos pushes off the wall and watches you stomp his way like a bat out of hell. You reach his side and raise a hand to smack him but he catches it with ease. Pinning your arm back to your side, Santos takes advantage of your shocked state and kisses you.

You freeze up when Santos' lips touch yours. His kiss is just as sweet as it's always been. A sensation that you can never seem to get enough of. He steps away after a moment with his defenses completely down, ready to accept any punishment you deem necessary.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Santos gets a word in before you have time to decide how you want to react.

"I don't hate you, Santos." You reply quietly. "As much as I'd like to. I just can't bring myself to do it." You let out a heavy sigh.

Santos shakes his head. "I'm sorry." He apologizes again. "This is all my fault. I'm a selfish man. I'm selfish because I want my freedom, yes. But only if I get you as well. And I know I can't have both." He bites his lip in frustration. "I want you, Mi amore. I love you. But I can't make you leave your family for a bastardized man like myself. You don't deserve that."

In a bold move that you are surprised yourself by, you lean forward and capture Santos in another kiss. "I want you too." You whisper against his lips. "And I'm tired of pretending I don't."

In a mess of sloppy and desperate kisses, you back your way into your locker room door and fumble around for the handle. Too busy with getting yourself and Santos locked away in the privacy of your locked room, you don't notice a shocked Zelina standing at the other end of the hallway.

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