#angel garza smut

[olinblogin]

LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

-X!Sans (Cross)

-Outer!Sans

-Reaper!Sans

-Fresh!Sans

IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

[kylefletchersgf]

☼☆｡𖦹༄『Poolside』☼☆｡𖦹༄

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-ˋˏ [Word Count] ˎˊ : 776

-ˋˏ [Genre] ˎˊ : fluff

-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : any mistakes I might have, fluff

-ˋˏ [Taglist] ˎˊ : @stacksifino @nev-danielgarciawife

[Let me know if you want to be in the taglist]

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You sat poolside with your and Shayna’s dog Isys Puppy with a book and a glass of wine, Isys laid on the towel against you as you read your book taking a few sips of wine here and there. As you read your book you stopped here and there to take notes on what you read and what was important, Shayna came outside opening the grill cleaning it.

You read to the next chapter then put your bookmark in then wrote down what happened and notes like you did on the chapters before. You and Isys both looked over at Shayna at the same time confused on why she’s cleaning the grill right now, you and Isys both got up as you walked over to Shayna Isys was following behind. “What are you doing Shayna?” You ask leaning on her which makes her look over kissing your forehead “cleaning the grill because Mia, Jessamyn, and Dakota are coming over.”

When Shayna got done with the grill the girls came over, they came to the back yard and you hugged Dakota; out of all the girls you was closest to Dakota Kai you two just got along so well. You sat with Dakota talking, Shayna was grilling food for all of y’all, Mia was talking to Jess, and Isys was watching Shayna interested in what she was doing. Isys watched wagging her tail as Shayna was plating the food trying to get a bite of it.

You and Dakota talked until the girls left so now it’s just you, Shayna, and Isys. You helped Shayna wash the dishes as Isys laid in the kitchen by the two of you, you looked over at Shayna “you want to make a dessert tonight? We have some in the pantry” you asked as she nodded. You walked over to the pantry “we have cake mix, cupcake mix, cookie mix, and gingerbread mix. Which one do you want to do?” You ask looking over at her.

“We can do the gingerbread one” she replied closing and locking the door after Isys came inside. You two made the gingerbread together while Isys sneakily licked the bowl but got scolded after. Isys sat by the oven watching them bake as you and Shayna sat on the couch together watching Star Wars. 30 minutes later you took them out the oven setting them on the counter to cool off.

When they got cooled off you and her started decorating the gingerbread like it was Christmas, you looked over at Shayna “we should’ve got a gingerbread house to make Shay” she chucked at you “y/n it’s not even Christmas” “still” you answered nudging her. You put the cookies on a plate taking them putting them on the table in front of the couch.

You and Shayna talked about anything that came to mind but what Shayna loved to hear was about the books you are always reading, she loves to hear about your interests. On tv she’s seen as a ‘asshole’ but behind closed doors Shayna is one of the sweetest people ever. After the cookies was done you and Shayna got into your swimsuits and went outside getting in the pool with Isys following behind.

You and Shayna stood in the water holding each other just smiling at each other until Isys jumped in the pool scaring you which makes you scream but makes Shayna chuckle. You smack her chest chuckling as Isys swam over to you and Shay licking y’all so you both kiss her head in return.

When it got dark you both went inside and she sat on the couch as you took Isys to get a bath, you got her to sit as you scrubbed her you told her she was a good girl which made her tail wag. Every time you gave Isys a bath you would tell her stories even though half the time she didn’t know what you was saying she just loved hearing you talk; she loves you.

When she got out the bath you did her routine on her before she ran in the living room to mess with Shayna. You chuckled as you heard Shayna messing with her back while you cleaned the bathroom, you put the towels in the hamper turning off the light going back into the living room to join Shayna and Isys again.

You sat on the couch leaning on Shayna with your legs on the couch with Isys laying behind them with her head on your hip. You two continued to watch the Star Wars that you were watching earlier with Isys still lying on you covered up sleep.

[deathmetalangel]

ENVY’S MASTERLIST

this includes every character i write for and a link to their current personal master lists if i have works out for them (warnings may vary and minors dni)

this is in no particular order of character btw but my favorites will have a neat little asterisk

refer to what i don’t and do write in my separate post. also this is constantly being updated so don’t mind it much. you can always request a character if it’s not listed there’s no harm in asking :)

ADVENTURE TIME

- marceline*

- princess bubblegum

- marshal lee*

- finn

- fiona

AKAME GA KILL!

- esdeath*

- tatsumi

- akame

- kurome

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

- tate langdon*

- violet harmon

- kyle spencer

- nora montgomery

- moira o’hara

APEX LEGENDS

- bloodhound (no smut)

- wraith

- wattson

- octane

- loba

- revenant

- lifeline

- valkyrie

- crypto

AVATAR

- jake sulley*

- neytiri

- kiri

- neteyam*

- lo’ak

- aonung

- tsireya

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

- prince zuko*

- princess azula*

- sokka*

- katara

- aang

- suki

- yue

-jett

- ty lee

- mai

BIG MOUTH

- judd birch*

- val bilzerian*

- connie

- mona

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

- izuku midoriya

- keigo takami

- touya todoroki

- shoto todoroki

- katsuki bakugo

- himeko toga

- tomura shigaraki

- tamaki amajiki

CALL OF DUTY

- simon ‘ghost’ riley

- john ‘soap’ mctavish

- könig

- valeria garza*

- alejandro vargas*

COBRA KAI/ KARATE KID

- robby keene

- miguel diaz*

- johnny lawrence

- daniel larusso

- tory nichols

- eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz*

- demetri alexopoulos

DARLING IN THE FRANXX

- zero two

- hiro

- mitsuru*

- ichigo

DEATH NOTE

- misa amane

- light yagami

- l

DEMON SLAYER

- tanjiro kamado*

- nezuko kamado

- kyojuro rengoku*

- giyu tomioka*

- shinobu kocho

- sanemi shinazugawa*

- genya shinazugawa*

- zenitsu agatsuma

- inosuke hasibira*

- muichiro tokito

- mitsuri kanroji

- iguro obanai*

- tengen uzui

HAZBIN HOTEL/ HELLUVA BOSS

- alastor* (i fully respect his asexuality so no smut :3 since he’s not canon aro i still write for him)

- angel dust

- charlie morningstar

- vaggie

- loona

- millie

- moxxie

- verosika mayday

- stolas goetia

- barbie wire

- striker

- octavia goetia

- adam*

- lute

- lucifer morningstar*

- rosie

- the vees

HOCUS POCUS

- max dennison

- thackery binx

- sarah sanderson

MARVEL

- peter parker

- wanda maximoff

- pietro maximoff*

- tony stark

- natasha romanoff

- k'uk'ulkan*

- killmonger*

- miguel o’hara*

MID90S

- ray*

- fuckshit

- fourth grade*

- ruben (no smut)

- stevie (no smut)

MY BABYSITTERS A VAMPIRE

- jesse white

- sarah fox

- ethan morgan

- benny weir*

- rory keener

- erica jones

NARUTO

- naruto uzumaki

- sasuke uchiha*

- sakura haruno

- minato namikaze

- hinata hyuga

- neji hyuga

- itachi uchiha*

- shisui uchiha*

- kakashi hatake*

- haku yuki

- pain*

- konan

- sasori

- deidara

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

- arthur morgan*

- sadie adler

- dutch van der lide

- mary linton*

- john marston

- lenny summers

- javier escuella

- mary-beth gaskill

SCREAM

- ethan landry*

- billy loomis

- stu macher

- sydney prescott

- tatum riley

STARDEW VALLEY

- alex*

- harvey

- haley*

- sam

- abigail

- emily

- shane

- sebastian

- elliott

- maru

- penny

- leah

STAR WARS

- din djarin*

- anakin skywalker*

- padme amidala*

- poe dameron

- luke skywalker

- leia skywalker

- ahsoka tano*

- han solo

- bo katan kreze

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

- charlie conway*

- adam banks*

- guy germaine

- dean portman

- julie gaffney

- connie moreau

- luis mendoza

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

- conrad fisher*

- steven conklin*

- jeremiah fisher

- belly conklin*

- taylor jewel

TWILIGHT

- alice cullen

- jasper hale*

- rosalie hale

- edward cullen

- jacob black*

- paul lahote

- leah clearwater

- seth clearwater*

- bella swan

- alec volturi*

- jane volturi

- victoria

[v3n33rs]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Hi I'm a Transgender (FTM) fanfiction writer and I'm here to make people happy

Anyways lets get to the good stuff

And for !'s: F! = Fem M! = Male NB! = Non-Binary T! = Transgender(FTM only) P! = Platonic

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

M! Reader

T! Reader

Fluff

Smut(I'm bad but hey, it's something)

Headcannons

Ask for specific kinks(I'll tell you if I'll write them or no)

AU's(Ex: Animal world, Mythical creatures, ETC)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

R@p3(No.)

Pregnancy(Ew children)

Incest\Tcest(Requeat this and I'm blocking you)

Pedophilia (Minor x Adult)

Scat or Piss(Ew)

Fetishes

F! Reader or NB! Reader(Sorry NB's)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

If you're Trans\Homophobic, Racist or a Pedophile Leave, Now.

If you have a rude comment keep it to yourself

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

COD(Call of Duty)

ROTTMNT(Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

MLP(My Little Pony)

EW(Eddsworld)

HP(Harry Potter)

MID(My Inner Demons)

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Pokémon

HTTYD(How to Train Your Dragon)

DS(Demon Slayer)

The Maze Runner

Sonic The Hedgehog

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

COD

John "Bravo-Six" Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

Roldolfo Parra

Valeria Garza

König

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Donatello

Michealangelo

Casey Jones

Splinter (P! Only)

MLP

Rarity

Fluttershy

Twilight Sparkle

Rainbow Dash

Pinkie Pie

Applejack

Discord (P! Only)

EW

Tord

Tom

Edd

Matt

Jon

HP

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ronald Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Arther Weasley (P! Only)

Molly Weasley (P! Only)

MID

Asch

Pierce

Rhys

Noi

Leif

Ava

Mrs Oates (P! Only)

Helluva Boss

Stolas

Blitzø

Moxxie (P! Only)

Millie (P! Only)

Striker

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Angel Dust

Husk (P! Only)

Cherri Bomb

Lucifer (P! Only)

Pokémon

Ash(P! Only)

Piers

Raihan

Gordie

Milo

Marnie(P! Only)

Allister(P! Only)

Bea(P! Only)

Nessa

Kabu(P! Only)

Opal(P! Only)

Bede(P! Only)

Melony(P! Only)

Hop(P! Only)

HTTYD

Hiccup

Astrid

Snotlout

The Twins

Dagur

DS

Tanjiro

Inosuke

Zenitsu

Nezuko(P! Only)

Any of the Hashiras

The Maze Runner

Gally

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Chuck(P! Only)

Sonic The Hedgehog

Sonic

Tails(P! Only)

Rouge

Knuckles

Shadow

Blaze(My bbg)

Amy

Request anything I'm bored as all hell

[miss-multi45]

Hello again, peeps.

I'm redoing my intro post.

Hello, I'm Cassiopeia, you can shorten that down to whatever is good for you.

I will write for these Harry Potter characters:

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

I will write for these Creepypasta characters:

Jeff the Killer

Homicidal Liu and Sully

BEN_Drowned

Sally Williams

Lazari

Zalgo

Stripes

Lifeless Lucy

Ticci Toby

The Hooded Man/Hoodie

The Masked Man/Masky

X-Virus

Rouge/The Prowler and Wilson the Basher

Nurse Ann

Dr Pain

Dr Smiley

Eyeless Jack

KageKao

Jason the Toymaker

Candypop

Laughing Jack

Laughing Jill

Papa Grande de Magico

Nathan the Nobody

Clockwork

Nina the Killer

Jane Everlasting/Jane the Killer

Judge Angels

Bloody Painter

The Puppeteer

The Pianist

The Bartender 1941

Dark Link

Glitchy Red

The Cat Hunter

The Black Wolf

Frankie the Undead

The Chessmaster

Vine the Dollmaker

Kate the Chaser

Sam Williams

Zero

Emra

Suicide Sadie

The Roadwalker

Isaac Grossman

Candy Cane

April Fools

The Item Stealer

Lulu

Lily Kennent

Morivin

Drolsoir

I will write for these Call of Duty characters:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

John Price

König

Kim 'Horangi' Hong-jin

Alejandro Vargas

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Valeria Garza

Keegan P. Russ

Phillip Graves

Kate Laswell

I will write for these Lockwood and Co. characters:

Anthony Lockwood

Lucy Carlyle

Quill Kipps

George Karim

I will write for these Ghost members:

Dewdrop/Sodomizer

Swiss Army Ghoul/ Swiss

Rain

Phantom

Aether

Mountain

Cirrus

Cumulus

Aurora

Sunshine

Omega

Alpha

Ifrit

Mist

Terzo

Cardinal Copia

Any Papas

And era 1 and 2 ghouls

I will write for these Sleep Token members:

Vessel

II

III

IV

The Vesselettes

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Nanami Kento

Ino Takuma

Ryomen Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro

Shiu Kong

Uraume

Shoko Ieiri

Utahime

Maki Zenin

Nobara Kugisaki

Toge Inumaki

Noritoshi Kamo

Choso Kamo

Megumi Fushiguro

Yuuji Itadori

I will NOT write p*d*philia, zoophilia, rape, b**stiality. Or anything too gory, like, Black Christmas 2006 level gore or Terrifier level gore, because it makes me extremely uncomfortable. Any underage characters (Maki, Toge, Megumi, Yuuji, Nobara.) I will not write smut for. I headcanon BEN_DROWNED to be either 20 or 21.

I WILL write for angst, smut, fluff, crack (funny stuff), Incorrect Quotes, headcanons, scenarios, imagines (same as scenarios??), wholesome shit, and I will write matchups and create a scenario/headcanons with your oc as long as you describe them to me.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

SP's 150 Fanfic Celebration Masterlist Completed.

More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical💉 Triggering material🚩

A Cold Desert Night❤❤

"You built me a blanket fort?" With Angel Reyes, requested by @daydreaming-belle

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A Bird's Eye View💦 💦

"Eyes on me or this stops.” With Billy Russo, requested by @sweetserendipity65

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The Hazards of the Job😨 ❤

"How did you get that bruise?" With Valeria Garza, requested by anon.

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Fashionably Late💦❤

"Spin for me." and "Come on now, don't be like that." With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

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In Other Words, I Love You❤ ❤

"I like this song, dance with me?" With Guero, requested by @daydreaming-belle

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Lavender Bath Drops😨❤❤

"I'm going to run you a bath, and you're not going to do anything." and "Where did you get those bruises?" With Simon 'Ghost' Riley, requested by @bringinsexybackk69

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Bath Oil and Bubbles❤❤

"I'm going to run you a bath, and you're not going to do anything." and "Can I wash your hair?" With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

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Just the Common Cold😨 ❤❤

"You're sick, why didn't you tell me?" and "Can I just hold you a little longer?" With Billy Russo, requested by @thehumanistsdiary

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When Things Go Wrong💦 😨 ❤

"Be good for me and I won't spank you too hard, unless you want me to." and "You're having a panic attack." With Phillip Graves, requested by @candy616 

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The Northern Lights❤

"It's snowing." With Kate Lawswell, requested by anon.

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A Possessive Display ❤💦

"How drunk are you?" and "Eyes on me or this stops." With Simon Riley, requested by @candy616

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A Comforting Embrace😨 ❤

"Can I just hold you a little longer?" With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

[romanstheory]

Can you do a smut where you end up having a one night stand with Angel Garza. Some spanish if you know any

Omg of course! I haven't seen much on Angel Garza so I'm excited, also my Spanish is super rusty so I apologize in advance 😂

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I just came up from NXT to smackdown and I'm finally settling in. A few of the other superstars and myself decide to go to a bar together. Of those superstars one was Angel Garza, I was very attracted to him but everyone told me he's trouble so I kept my distance. He was smooth to say the very least, and his smile.... oh god his smile was beautiful. I sit at the bar right next to Aliyah "Hey y/n! You look so good!" She says cheerfully. "Thank you! You do too per usual!" I respond back. "I'll take a whiskey sour" I tell the bar tender. In walk Sami Zayn, Ricochet, and Shotzi. "Ayeee" Sami shouts obnoxiously. I wasn't a huge fan of his, but I was willing to play nice for the night. We all get our first drinks and I head to the bathroom.

I make my way back to the others and I see none other than Angel Garza sitting at the bar talking to everyone. We lock eyes, I quickly avert mine, not even wanting to spark conversation. "Am I in your seat mi amor " Angel says to me smoothly. "Yeah but I'll stand, it's fine" I reply quickly. "Well I'd offer you a seat on my lap, but I've only just met you" Angel says winking at me "Sit hermosa". I can feel myself melting already and he's done the bare minimum. I take a seat and Angel hovers close to me. "I've been seeing you around, you're very beautiful" Angel says with a smirk before sipping his drink. "Is that what you say to all of the new girls?" I reply. Angel laughs "I used to, not so much anymore" He says to me. "Anymore?" I repeat.

Angel chugs the rest of his drink "Yeah, I used to but it got boring. It was too easy" He says confidently. I nod, sticking my bottom lip out as I finish the rest of my drink. My favorite song comes on and I start dancing in my seat. "Would you like to go dance hermosa?" Angel says holding his hand out for me. I take it and we go in the middle of the dance floor and dance like nobody else is watching. Our hips sway and grind together, I can't lie I'm like putty in his hands and he's turning me on. Everything from his smile to his smooth voice drove me crazy. "Why don't we go back to my room and hang out" Angel says into my ear "Vamos hermosa let's get out of here".

I bite my lip and he and I go back to his room. "Bienvenida a mi habitacion" He says "Welcome to my room". I walk in and he shuts the door behind me. "You know.... I've been warned about you" I Say sitting on his bed. "I bet you have" Angel says laughing "Did anyone compliment my skills in bed?" Angel sits next to me "No but maybe you could show me and I'll let them all know" I say confidently. Angel begins rubbing my thigh as he leans into a soft kiss. "I'll give you something to brag about" He whispers through his thick accent. Our clothes fly in different directions like something out of a movie. Before I know it, he has me pinned down on the bed kissing on my neck.

He makes his way down to my plump breasts, kissing and sucking on them softly. He plants soft kisses on my stomach "Are you ready hermosa?" He asks me. My vagina was already begging for him to enter. "Yes" I say full of lust and desire. Angel wastes no time pushing himself into me, exhaling lustfully. "You're so wet" Angel says deeply. The room fills with the sound of him moving in and out of my soaking vagina as I can't control my moans. He rocks his hips back and fourth, twirling them in between. It's like he already knew what my body needed. "Oh shit right there!" I moan loudly. He holds my hips in place and gently but passionately strokes me "There?" He asks me "Is that the spot hermosa?". "Yes! YES! YESSS! OHHHH GODDD" I say as I'm filling with pleasure.

He keeps hitting my spot over and over again with the perfect amount of pressure. "Oh mierda i'm close y/n! So close!" Angel says panting. I reach my climax and scream in pleasure loudly. Angel quickly pulls out, spraying his seed on a nearby towel before collapsing next to me. "That was amazing" I say out of breath. "Yes it was, the best I've ever had" Angel says catching his breath.

[wwenhlimagines]

Roll Those R's - Angel Garza

Warning: smut

I sat in the living room watching my favorite show on the tv and waiting for my boyfriend to come home from work. I fell asleep after a while and woke up to someone kissing my neck. I moaned lightly and I felt the familiar smirk pressed against my neck. My eyes popped open and I see Angel laying on top of me on the couch. I grab his face and kiss him passionately moaning lightly after tasting mint on his lips. When we pulled away from the kiss I could see the lust forming in his eyes. I knew how much he wanted me but I decided he needed to work for it.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him again. He slid his tongue across my bottom lip and I took the advantage of him being distracted by rolling so I'm on top and then standing up to run towards the bedroom. "What the hell, babe!" I laughed and sat down at my desk before pulling out my Spanish dictionary that I have been trying to learn from for him. I heard Angel stomping up the stairs and tried to look like I was really interested in the dictionary. He came in the room and sighed because he knows that when I'm working on learning Spanish it's almost impossible to distract me. He pulls up another chair and puts his chin on my shoulder.

I start trying to repeat the words on the vocabulary list, but I just get frustrated as I hear Angel chuckle lightly in my ear. I turn to look at him with my famous puppy dog face and he falls for it, grabbing the dictionary to help me pronounce the words. He went down the list pronouncing each word as I repeated after him. Every time he speaks Spanish, I feel like falling in love with him all over again. It's also a pretty easy way for him to turn me on as he whispers the words in my ear just like he is now. He got to the word perro (which means dog) and because he was so close I moaned as he rolled his r. He then just wanted to tease me so he kept repeating it while he started leaving kisses from my earlobe down my neck. He knew my weakness and he was taking full advantage of it. I tilted my head to let him get a better angle and moaned melting into him. He took that as a sign to keep going so he took his hand and rubbed it along my thigh inching closer to my heat. "You know what? Fuck these clothes!" I got tired of the teasing and stood up taking off my shirt and pants leaving me in his favorite bra/panties combo. Angel watched me undress as he licked his lips and palmed his crotch. I laid down on the bed and motioned for him to join me. He quickly took off his shirt and kicked off his pants. Angel kissed me passionately as he laid down pressing his body weight into me turning me on even more. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and moan as his tongue massages mine. His hands run up and down my sides inching closer to my bra and pamties each time. I roll over so I'm on top of him and start kissing down his neck.

I suck on his sweet spot leaving my mark and then continue kissing down to his abs. I kiss each part of his six pack as my hand starts working on his bulge. I take his boxers off with my fingers and kissed the tip while I fondle his balls. He groans as his head hits the pillow in pleasure while I look up at him as I bob my head and I pull away for a second leaving him confused. "Babe, I want you to watch me make you cum." This made him even harder and his hand found itself tangled in my hair as he got closer. A few pumps later he came in my mouth and I happily swallowed it. I crawled back up and he quickly flipped me over.

He kissed my lips briefly before unhooking my bra and massaging my breasts. I moaned as he kissed down between my boobs and he finally met my lacy panties. He slipped them off with his thumbs and then looked up at me, "What do you want me to do baby?" I moaned at the husky tone in his voice. "I want you to lick my pussy and roll those R's for me until I soak your face" Angel smirked and said, "Okay babe, I'm going to make you cum without using my hands." I bit my lip knowing it could be a challenge, but his long tongue can make me do crazy things. I tied his hands together with my panties and then laid back down. He first kissed my clit then licked all the way up my slit then flicked his tongue over my clit again. I moaned throwing my head back in pleasure. His tongue plunged into me and curled upwards hitting my g spot perfectly. I cried out his name before grabbing his hair and pushing him closer.

He took his tongue away from me which made me look up at him. "Watch this babe," he said with a wink. He then took my clit in his mouth sucking on it lightly. Just when I thought he was going to move again his tongue started vibrating against my clit as he started reciting words in Spanish that included rolling his r's and I gasped loudly. I started thrusting towards his face and he continued his assault on my clit bringing my orgasm closer and closer. I felt my body tense and my legs start shaking. "Oh my god Angel, fuck you make me feel so...good... FUCK ANGELLL!" I rode out my orgasm and began panting as I fell limp onto the bed. Angel licked up my juices and crawled up my body.

He kissed me passionately and I tasted myself moaning again. Angel kissed my cheek and then laid down next to me. "I love you so much babe, now rest because round two will be on me." I kissed him and bit his lip, "I'll be ready for a long...hard... ride and I'm determined to make you scream my name Mr. Garza." Angel winks and goes downstairs to make dinner. I fall into a light sleep thinking about how I can repay him in round two.

[stripper-patrick]

Ride it out 🛩 Angel Garza

Warnings: language, fluff, smut, oral (f), face riding, no real plot, blurb

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Angel Garza x black plus sized reader

“Babe I said I was sorry. It was an accident” my husband Angel says

“You kissed her hand and I could see the old flame is still there Angel” I say throwing my stuff down. During an interview my boyfriend Angel kissed Charli, his ex girlfriends hand and I could tell she wanted to do more

“I know you’re mad-“

“Mad I’m pissed” I yell. He moves closer to me and I fold my arms looking at him waiting for his next move

He moves close to my ear snaking his hand around my waist “I just want you to sit on my face so I can get a better understanding of where your cumming from” he says

I look up at him and he grabs my hand taking me upstairs. We get to the bedroom and Angel undresses me before laying on the bed. I swing my leg to the side of his head putting my pussy on his tongue. Shock waves course through my body and I jolt gasping softly.

Already I swirl my hips on circles as his tongue pulling my hair out of my face as I look down at what’s left of his head from my big thighs covering most of it.

His lips smack at my taste and his tongue drags from my clit to my entrance slurping away.

“Angel” he hums looking up at me. I bounce on his face rocking my hips faster.

I lean forward holding onto the headboard breathing heavily. I close my eyes but they snap open when he slaps my behind “look at me”

“Angel” I whine. I try to pull away from him but he keeps my hips clad to his face sucking at tugging away at my clit.

I let out a cry gripping the headboard and close my eyes “look at me when I make you cum” he flicks his tongue forcing my body to shiver and bounce. He holds eye contact with me and my eyes roll to the back of my head letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I come down from my high and look at him with a smile.

I move next to him feeling the cool air blow on me “feel better. You taste good” I lean forward giving him a wet nasty sloppy kissing tasting myself on his tongue

“I feel much better”

[wwekayfabequeen]

Tonight - Angel Garza OneShot (Smut)

Angel Garza smut as requested by anon

Disclaimer: I write all my stories in a kayfabe fashion where the superstars are true to their TV personalities unless requested otherwise.    

Warning: Smut, but romantic smut. Romantic smut on a beach.  

Background: While on vacation OC (Y/N) runs into Angel Garza late at night, whom she almost had a moment with at one time. When they get to talking, he can’t keep his hands off of her.  

— I apologize in advance for this one. Definitely not my strongest piece. I really don’t know much about Angel so it’s hard for me to write him in-character. I’m also very rusty on my Spanish so I decided not to include any phrases or such in the language. Also, it pretty much just jumps into the action. In any case, I hope you enjoy, anon. —

It was nice to get away from the group for a while. I always loved trips with my fellow WWE superstars, but I also enjoyed having some time to myself. The sand was cool on my hot skin as I buried my feet in it, watching the waves crash against the shore. The moon illuminating the water.  I noticed a figure walking in my direction and assumed it was one of the guys coming to check on me. As he got closer, I noticed it was someone I hadn’t expected to see.  

“Angel,” I said. “Zelina said you wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.”

“I guess I changed my mind,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as he stood in front of me.

I raised an eyebrow, unsure of what was going through his head. “So, why are you here?��

“I wanted to see you, (Y/N),” he said. His accent made the words drip off his tongue. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

“Really?” I asked. He sat next to me in the sand. He gently reached for a loose lock of my hair, softly playing with it in his fingers.  

“Ever since that night you kissed me backstage, you’re all I can think of,” he admitted. I leaned closer to him, kissing him on the cheek.  

“You’ve been on my mind too,” I whispered.  

His hand moved from my hair to cup my cheek, his lips slowly pressing against mine in a delicate kiss. Before long, my arms were wrapping around him, pulling him on top of me. His kiss began to intensify. His left hand was still on my cheek, his right was sliding up the back of my thigh, propping my leg up around him.  

“I want you, (Y/N),” Angel whispered, his voice deep and full of lust. His hair hung in his eyes as he stared down at me.  

“Then have me,” I whispered back seductively, leaning up slightly to bite his bottom lip.  

With a grin he pulled me into another kiss, full of passion and desire. His tongue and mine entangled in a dance of wanting. I slid my hands down his chest and stomach until I reached into his shorts, stroking his already hard cock. He moaned, readjusting so that he was sitting up. He pulled me with him, not yet breaking our kiss. His hands slipped around me and untied my bikini top as I quickly removed his shirt.  

“Wait,” he said, breaking away. “I’m not letting the sand ruin this moment.”

Before I could respond, he was pulling me to stand up and walking towards the water. I found myself giggling at how public this all felt. Before entering the water, we helped each other finish undressing.  The way his body looked in the moonlight drove me crazy. Together we waded into the water where he pulled me close, kissing me again. The water was warm against our bodies.  

The thrill of not seeing where his hands were going next aroused me. In an instant his fingers had found my clit as I had my legs wrapped around him while he stood in the water, holding me up. I gasped as I felt two fingers enter me. Slowly sliding in and out, causing me to moan into his neck. After teasing me for a few moments his fingers were replaced by his cock pushing into my throbbing pussy. My nails dug into his back at the tight sensation. With his hands on holding me up by my ass he began to bounce me gently up and down as he thrust into me. I entangled my fingers into his hair as I kissed, I moaned out his name. The sound of the water splashing and our bodies slapping together echoed in the dark.  

“Tonight,” Angel whispered, “you become mine.”  

I moaned his name again as his rock-hard dick fully penetrated me. My legs tightened around him as I began to orgasm. He kept thrusting, maintaining a steady pace, moaning into my each. Through my orgasm he didn’t stop, his lips found my neck and began to kiss and nibble at it. Soon after my first climax I was reaching another. As I cried out in ecstasy Angel began to lose control.  This time, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. With a groan he pulled out of me, releasing his cum into the water around us.  

“I can’t believe I didn’t fuck you sooner,” I teased, kissing him as his arms held me close.

“I’ll be fucking you every night,” he teased back, “until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.”

[love-imagineitall]

Jealous

Request: Jealousy smut with Dominik Mysterio @marvelwweprinxessesworld

Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral sex (female and male recieving), fingering

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, so I apologize if its bad

Tonight had been crazy it was the start of your storyline with Angel Garza and you were supposed to kiss him in front of everyone. The only reason you were happy with it was because you finally were doing something rather than sitting in catering, but you knew that somebody wouldn't be as thrilled as you were.

That's right... your boyfriend Dominik Mysterio.

You knew he wouldn't say anything in front of everyone else, but you knew that he was going to have something to say once you got home. What you didn't know was just how upset he was going to be about it all.

The car ride home was quiet and you didn't know why it was bothering him that much, but you didn't saying anything.

When you finally got home you thought that you would just go to bed, so you dropped your bags on your bed and then went to go get ready for bed when all of a sudden you feel Dominik pushing you up against the wall kissing you.

"Dom- what are you doing?" you ask breathlessly.

"Is it not obvious?" he laughs

"I just thought that you were mad about earlier"

"Oh I am, so I guess I 'm just gonna have to show you who's you are"

He then resumes his previous actions with a ferocity and passion that you've never felt. His hands start to drift under your shirt, fondling your breasts, making your knees go a little weak and you start to feel a bit wet between your legs. He's playing with your nipples and kissing you, but he's moving a little too slow for your liking. So, you take some initiative and reach your hand down to his crotch and run your hand over it and notice that he's starting to get hard. You pull back from him for a second to take off your shirt, and as your about to do that, he picks you up so that you can move to the bedroom.

He practically throws you onto the bed, and you're expecting him to jump on to the bed and resume what you were doing just moments ago, but you look up and see him just standing there looking down at you, "take off your pants," he practically commands. You've never seen him like this, so dominant and jealous (not that you're complaining). You quickly strip off your pants along with your underwear, turned on by how he's acting right now, but now you're standing there completely naked while he's fully clothed.

Just as your about to say something, he closes the space between the two of you and pushes you on to the bed, kissing you passionately like before, but this time his hand goes straight for your clit.

"Uh- , oh Dom" you moan, the man before you clearly very intent on pleasing you. His fingers start drawing circles on your clit, and then he sticks a finger into you, and then slowly adds a second. He starts to curl his fingers, and starts kissing your neck. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and see how much of a mess that you look like right now, but you don't even care because you just feel pure bliss.

"Uh- Uh- Dom, I'm - I'm gonna cum ," he slips a third finger in and you're pretty sure that you're going to combust, when he suddenly stops.

Right on the edge you look at him in confusion, "what happened, Dom?"

"Say that you're mine"

"What?"

"Say that you're mine and only mine" he says

You look down and then repeat his words back to him, just wanting him to finish the job that he started, "I'm yours Dom"

"Good girl"

And with that he dives back in pushing you to a climax.

You lay on your back in pure bliss think that you would then take care of him, and then be done for the night, until you feel his tongue grazing the inside of your thighs, and inching closer to your entrance.

You look down at him about to say something again, but then his tongue sweeps across your lips, and you lay back preparing your self for what is about to happen.

His tongue is going to work, and its not long before your about to orgasm (again).

As you finish both you and Dominik are out of breath, laying on the bed.

You look over at him and notice how hard he's gotten, so you get up and begin to take off his pants, he looks up at you in confusion so you tell him, "you took care of me, so I'm gonna take care of you and show you that I love you Dom, and you only"

As soon as you rid him of his pants, you go to work. You begin to stroke him, seeing him get excited, you say "you like that baby", and he just moans an answer.

You then dip down and take his full length into your mouth, hearing him groan, so you start to bob your head up and down. Then, you swirl your tongue around the tip while fondling his balls. You then, go back to deepthroating him, and as soon as you feel him twitch, you hear him say, "uh fuck, I'm about to cum"

You stay there and swallow him whole. When your done you stand up and see him laying on his back smiling, so you get up and lay down next to him.

"You know if this is what getting you jealous does, I think I should do it more often," you say with a smile on your face.

"How about we don't do the whole jealousy thing and we can still do this" he retorts back.

"Sounds amazing"

[kylefletchersgf]

✩♕『Vision of the Future』✩♕

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Dakota Kai might not be in the community but I heard rumors abt her being in it so I included her incase she’s in it

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Adam Pierce walked you into the arena and leaded you to his office as Damage Ctrl walked in and you caught their attention, Dakota Kai looked over at you “are we interrupting something?” She asked nicely since the cameras was off so it’s genuine. Adam looked over at her “no actually this has to do with y’all so you had right timing. This is y/n the new signee from Nxt and now signed to Raw and I want to know if you guys are ok with her joining Damage Ctrl for the feud to fill in for Asuka” he said.

“That’s fine” Dakota said as Iyo and Kairi agreed, he let you introduce yourselves to each other before he explained how you was going to join the group. When you all left his office together Dakota let Kairi and Iyo walk ahead but stopped you “are you y/f/n y/l/n from Nxt?” She asked as you looked over at her “yes” you answered. “That’s great do you remember me? We hit it off on Nxt and became friends but we fell out of contact when I moved up sadly” that made you think for a minute “yes I do remember you.”

She smiled as she said “if you haven’t had time to catch up our group is heel so when you come out there to ‘help’ Bianca, Jade, and Naomi you will get them instead to show that you aligned with us got it?” She asked as you nodded. “Just wanted to tell you and help you out without Kairi and Iyo saying anything” “thank you” “and when we’re ready to go out l come and get you and you’ll wait by the curtain and Triple H will tell you when to go out” “thank you” you said as she smiled.

Around an hour later Dakota came up to you “you ready? We’re about to go out” “yeah” you answer as you and Damage Ctrl walked to the curtain. Dakota looked over at you “you’ll do great” she smiled as she rubbed your arm making you calm and smile, Damage Ctrl went out to the ring as you stayed back waiting for your cue to go out, Dakota had a mic in her hand “Jade, Bianca, and Naomi ‘the big 3’ or whatev-” she started as she gets cut off by Bianca’s theme song playing while Damage Ctrl rolled their eyes.

They was about to fight until Triple H gave you your cue and your theme started playing, it was quiet and eveyone was in shock that you were here. You got in the ring looking around at all the women in the ring, you looked at Jade Cargill and spit Orange mist in her face causing her to scream holding her eyes as she fell to the ground. You helped Damage Ctrl jump Bianca and Naomi as Kairi kicked them out the ring when y’all was done with them. You snacked a mic heel like as they also got one.

You put the mic to your mouth “I go here now, so all of you women back there who ever decides to step up to Damage Ctrl Will get put down and stepped on so before you come to us sit down and think if you really wanna get put on the shelf and never heard from or seen again” you said confidently. Dakota nodded putting the mic to her mouth “we have a new member of Damage Ctrl and now we’re stronger than ever and we will still dominate the locker room and the company period” she added on.

Iyo and Kairi added on whatever they said in Japanese then you guys went backstage as the referee helped Jade Cargill get the mist out of her eyes while Bianca looked pissed off, she stormed backstage to find Pierce to get a match with you made official. Adam Pierce came up to you to let you know that you have a match with Bianca tonight and when he walks away you roll your eyes, you’re really getting the hang of this heel character. “What don’t she get everytime I faced Bianca I always won guess she wants to be embarrassed”

Dakota scoffed “apparently she does” she said as you all laughed as a group. When it was time for your match you walked to the ring with Damage Ctrl ringside, Bianca came out with Jade and Naomi to ‘even the playing field’ but you just rolled your eyes annoyed. You stretched as Alicia Taylor introduced Bianca then did your pose when she announced your name, you continued to stretch after until the bell rang. You spit green mist in her face as she fell to the ground screaming you pick her up doing your finisher getting the pin fall victory.

Damage Ctrl joined you in the ring to celebrate then you all went backstage, Dakota looked over at you “you did amazing y/n!” She cheered happily as she hugged you. You hugged her back as you smiled “thank you.” Kairi and Iyo walked ahead but Dakota stopped you again “can I ask you something?” “Sure what’s up” “I don’t know how to say it” “say it the best way you can”, she look a deep breath and looked over at you “I was wondering if you would like to go on a dinner date with me tonight?” She asked nervously

You looked over at her with a smile “sure I would love too I’ll meet you in the lobby” you say smiling walking away. Dakota smiled as she walked up to catch up to Iyo and Kairi causing Iyo too look over at her “what was that about?” Iyo asked. Dakota looked over at her “nothing, nothing don’t worry about it. I just told her she did great tonight” Dakota answered to hide the truth. It’s not that she is embarrassed of you; she would never be embarrassed of you, it’s just that she don’t want everyone in her business.

After the show you both went to your hotel room to get ready for the date, when you both got done you met downstairs and decided to go to a tofu restaurant that was in the hotel. You two sat down in a booth “so how have you been since Nxt?” She asked picking up a menu. “I’ve been good just you know stuff here and there like usual” you chuckle. After the date you both headed back upstairs “I had a great time y/n” “me too, how about a date next week?” “I would love to” she smiled happily.

[drabbles-mc]

Drabbles-MC Masterlist

Because of the link limit, each character now has their own link on this post that leads to a separate post. But this is still where to go to find all of my fics!

(You can also go HERE to find me on AO3)

Fic-list under the cut!

👀 = smut, 💔 = angst

Mayans MC Characters:

- EZ Reyes Fics

- Angel Reyes Fics

- Bishop Losa Fics

- Coco Cruz Fics

- Nestor Oceteva Fics

- Neron “Creeper” Vargas Fics

- Hank Loza Fics

- Gilly Lopez Fics

- Marcus Alvarez Fics

- Che "Taza" Romero Fics

Michael “Riz” Ariza Fics:

- Reckless

- Wipeout

Miguel Galindo Fics:

- Business Trip

- Withered 💔

Guero Fics:

- Always Here Anyway

Canche Fics:

- Trustfall

Sons of Anarchy Characters:

- Herman Kozik Fics

- Opie Winston Fics

- Filip “Chibs” Telford Fics

- Jax Teller Fics

- Juice Ortiz Fics

- Happy Lowman Fics

- David Hale Fics

- Alexander “Tig” Trager Fics

- SOA/Mayans MC Headcanons

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- Javier Peña Fics

- Horacio Carrillo Fics

- Steve Murphy Fics

- Walt Breslin Fics

- Amado Carrillo Fuentes Fics

- Isabella Bautista Fics

- The Diegoverse Fics: A Series of OG Narcos OC Universes

- Hugo Martinez Fics

- Chepe Santacruz Fics

María Elvira Fics:

- Favors Owed 👀

Danilo Garza:

- Things Like That 👀

Amat Palacios Fics:

- Just A Bad Feeling 💔

Officer Trujillo Fics:

- Looking On

Andrea Nuñez Fics:

- At Your Service

Sal Orozco Fics:

- Cómo Puedo Ayudar?

Enedina Arellano Félix Fics:

- Adamant

Jorge Salcedo Fics:

- Debts Paid

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- Speaking Volumes (Brian Godlock x F!Reader)

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- Should’ve Seen It Coming (Nacho Varga x F!Reader) 💔

- Fresh Start (Gabriela Castillo x Nacho Varga) [Crossover]

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- Not to Spoil the Ending (Robert Chase x Greg House)

- At Least (Greg House x James Wilson)

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- Pretty and Unscathed (Carver x Ladybug)

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- Waking Hours (Youcef Haddad x GN!Reader)

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- Stomping Grounds (Mike Duarte x F!Reader)

- On the Ledge (Mike Duarte x GN!Reader)

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The Prince and the Duke

Humberto Carrillo/Reader/Angel Garza; smut and fluff (with a touch of angst along the way), 6760 words

Historical AU with arranged marriage and poly.

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You are the youngest of five sisters, but for some time now you have been the only child remaining at your family home. You have watched your sisters leave one by one, all to be married to noble gentlemen of your parents' choosing, always aware that sooner or later, your own time would come.

And though you are now of marriageable age, it seems you are not an easy match, as several potential suitors have already come and gone, apparently unimpressed by your manner, the way you carry yourself. Your mother tells you you need to be more reserved, less bold, as you have a habit of speaking your mind, a trait which unfortunately does not endear you to all. And lately, you have begun to wonder if she is right, because you are growing restless, waiting for your life to truly begin, but you tell yourself it will happen soon, that there surely must be a man who will appreciate you for who you are.

One dull afternoon you are sitting at the window, and though you are supposed to be sewing, embroidering the hem of a nightgown for your trousseau, you are instead staring out wistfully at the mist that hangs over the lake by your parents' house, your mind wandering aimlessly. You quickly turn back to your sewing as you hear someone approaching, glancing up to see your father entering the room with your mother trailing along behind him, a pensive expression clouding her features.

Your father comes to stand in front of you, and for a moment does not speak, seeming uncharacteristically apprehensive. But then he clears his throat, and addresses you. "My dear child," he says, "I must inform you I have of late been corresponding with a good family of very high standing, and that we have just received an offer for your hand in marriage."

Your mother sighs quietly, dabbing at the corner of her eyes with a lace handkerchief, and such a reaction does not fill you with confidence.

"Who is it?" you ask, your heart sinking a little at thought that perhaps your intended husband is very old, or ugly, or poor. "What is wrong?"

"The offer is from the royal family of the Kingdom of Garza," your father explains.

You have not heard of such a place, but your mother makes a small noise of distress at even the name.

You frown to yourself, and your father continues. "The kingdom has some customs that are..." He pauses. "They are different to our way of doing things."

"How?"

"There is legend of a curse that once killed all daughters born to the family, some supernatural nonsense from long ago." You father shakes his head. "It is no doubt just an excuse for their habits, but for generations now, the royal men of Garza..." He again stops before continuing, taking a deep breath. "The men share a wife."

"They... share?" you say, not comprehending.

"You would have two husbands."

"I would..." You still do not understand. "Two?"

"You would be married to two men," your father states. "They would share you between them."

Your mother lets out a sob, rushing from the room, and you do not know what to say, but your father takes out a small, delicately engraved silver pocket frame, opening it to reveal two finely painted portraits. "This," he says, pointing to the one on the left, "is the youngest son of the King, Prince Humberto." And he is remarkably handsome, you think, with slicked-back hair, and soft, kindly eyes, the hint of dimples either side of his face. "And this," you father goes on, finger sliding across to the other section of the frame, "is his cousin, Angel, Duke of Garza." He is just as handsome, but wears a more rakish expression, something of a mischievous smirk hovering about his lips, his eyes shining in a way that makes your heart beat a little faster.

"Would you be willing, my child?" your father asks. "They are an extremely wealthy and respected family, so you would be well provided for." He takes your hand, holding it. "Your mother and I grow old, and it would gladden our hearts to see you settled."

Two, you think to yourself. Two men. Two extremely fine-looking men.

"Yes, Father," you tell him, gazing up at him, careful to keep your expression demure, not betray the direction in which your thoughts begin to stray. "I would be willing."

-

You are being fitted for your wedding dress, and your mother sits by you, watching, though she has barely spoken to you for days.

"Do you..." she says, suddenly, and you hear her take a short breath. "Do you understand what it will mean? To serve two husbands?"

"I can guess," you reply to her shortly, trying to hold still as the seamstress adjusts the bodice of your dress. It is very beautiful, you think, far finer and more womanly than anything you have ever before been allowed to wear.

"Men are..." your mother starts, then stops. "They have needs," she continues, pointedly. "And to be required to satisfy the needs of two men is not a burden you should be taking on lightly."

And yes, you should be fearful, you know that, but instead a small, secret flare of heat runs through your body, seeming to settle somewhere deep and low inside you.

"I'm sure I will manage," you tell her.

She sighs. "You were always a wilful girl," she says, bitterness in her voice. "Perhaps they will tame you."

"Perhaps they will," you muse, staring at yourself in the glass before you. The dress is snug under your breasts, lifting them full and high, and you turn a little to the side, admiring your reflection, wondering what it might mean, to be tamed.

-

It is several weeks' journey by carriage to the Kingdom of Garza, and though the trip is somewhat arduous, you never lose that sense of nervous anticipation, some strange mix of hope and trepidation stirring you, contrasting tensions that push and pull until you feel as if you cannot think.

But you force yourself to keep your head, your eyes forward, and finally you arrive at the palace the day before your wedding. You are given a short while to tidy yourself before you are whisked off to a formal afternoon gathering, where you will meet your fiances for the first time.

You take a deep breath as you enter the room, your heart fluttering light in your chest as you see them turn and walk towards you, for they are every bit as attractive as their portraits indicated.

"I am Humberto," says the Prince, the one with the dimples, which are even more beautifully pronounced as he gives you a warm smile, taking your hand and raising it to his lips, kissing your fingers as he regards at you with a delighted wonder.

"And I am Angel," the Duke interjects, though, as you suspected, you can already see there is very little of the angel about him beyond his looks. He seems quite delightfully devilish, his eyes sparkling as he takes your other hand, dropping a lingering kiss on it.

They both straighten up, Humberto glaring at Angel, who looks back with a pronounced sneer, and oh, you think, because this is something you had not expected.

Because it would appear your fiances are not fond of one another, that, while they might be blood-related family, they do not get along, not at all, and you have no idea what that will mean for you and your life with them.

Yet there is no turning back, not now, and so you smile, uneasily, allowing yourself to enjoy their attentions.

-

The very next day, you stand between them at the altar, every breath you take tight in your chest as the priest speaks of the sanctities of marriage. Your husbands-to-be are dressed all their finery, so manly and handsome that you can barely stand to look at them, Humberto on your left, Angel on your right, each holding one of your hands in both of their own.

The two of them repeat their vows in unison, promising to love and honor you, cherish you, and you in turn swear to honor them as your husbands, to forever love and obey.

"I do," you say, and the priest decrees you married in a covenant never to be unbroken

They both lift one side of the veil that covers your face, gently arranging it back behind your head, and then kiss you demurely on your cheeks, either side of your face. You blush a little, feeling their lips too-brief and soft on your skin, your own mouth left wanting, but you know the time will come for that. Soon, you tell yourself, and try to be patient.

-

There is a feast, and music, and you dance with both your husbands, separately and together, Humberto gazing at you in reverent adoration, Angel with an expression that is equally adoring but also suggestive of somewhat less noble intentions.

The hours pass quickly, and soon it is time for the three of you to retire for your wedding night. Already in your time here you have overheard enough talk and innuendo to understand that most, though not all, wives occupy one bedchamber with both their husbands, and you would be very, very interested to know how that works.

But it seems you will not find out, because it is clear Humberto and Angel are not willing to share you, as they lead you off through the palace to an out-of-the-way corridor that houses three separate doors, lined up along one side.

You stand in front of the first of them, nervous, but Humberto is quick to allay any confusion. "This is my bedchamber," he explains, nodding at the door before you. "And that," he continues, gesturing with some disdain at the farthest entrance, "is Angel's. And this..." He points to the door in the middle. "This is for you, as a private room for dressing." He smiles at you. "I have had the servants unpack all your things, and you will find all that you need in there."

You nod, grateful, still not understanding what they have planned, who you will spend your first night with, but it appears that it is already settled.

"For tonight, I will have the pleasure of your company," Humberto announces. "As Prince, I outrank my cousin, and so it is only proper."

"Only proper because I have agreed to it," Angel interjects before giving you a sly smile. "I always prefer a woman with some... experience," he says.

"I hope you are not insinuating our bride is of low morals," Humberto snaps back, practically bristling with indignation.

"I would never do such a thing," Angel rejoins, and you can tell that, for once, he is perfectly sincere. "I have no doubt of her purity." His eyes shine as he looks at you. "But I'm sure she would rather the disappointment of your attentions to be over and done with before she enjoys what a real man can provide."

"Please do not insult me on this, of all nights," Humberto says, taking a step towards Angel, who quickly begins to back away, laughing.

"I will see you tomorrow, my sweet," he calls, blowing you a kiss as he turns, entering his own chambers, closing the door behind him. You blush, and turn to see Humberto scowling.

"I am sorry," he says. "My cousin is..." He shakes his head, as if consciously damping down his anger, and then takes a deep breath. "But I will not let him spoil our first night together," he states, firmly, and then opens the door to his chambers, ushering you inside.

The room is sumptuously appointed, but your attention is so drawn to Humberto that your surroundings barely even register, the thrill of finally being alone with him like a rush in your veins, dizzying and intoxicating.

"You are so beautiful," he tells you, softly.

"As are you, your majesty," you reply.

"No," he instructs you."No formalities, I am your husband now." He gently cups your face between his hands, gazing down at you. "Call me Humberto."

"Humberto," you repeat, letting the r roll across your tongue.

He smiles, and you hold your breath as he leans in to kiss you, his mouth soft and gentle against yours. His lips linger, his breath warm, and then you feel his tongue, licking its way slowly into your mouth, hot and sweet against your own tongue which responds as if by instinct, tangled in a dance you feel as if you already know. You close your eyes, sure you are falling, wishing for this to never stop, but when it does, when Humberto at last pulls back, your mouths separating, you are instantly certain that you are ready for far more than just a kiss.

You turn away from him, looking back over your shoulder, encouraging, and he understands, unbuttoning your dress, carefully helping you remove it, unfastening your stockings and petticoats, letting every layer that covers you slip away until you are naked in front of him. And though you have been taught that you should feel ashamed at such a lack of modesty, Humberto looks at you with nothing but the purest, most loving desire. You feel as if you are glowing under his gaze, made into something new, the woman you were always meant to be.

"So, so beautiful," he murmurs, taking off his own coat and shirt, and it is your turn to stare, at his body so strong and yet so fine and smooth. You want to touch him, but instead he takes your hand, leading your towards the bed. He helps you up, watching you lie back, making sure you are settled comfortably before he joins you, arranging himself to lie beside you.

He kisses your mouth again, strands of his hair trailing delicate across your face, but then his lips wander, exploring, as he begins to kiss you all over, from your head to your toes, until every inch of your skin is tingling, and then, without warning, he parts your legs and kisses you there too.

And you gasp, because you could not have even conceived of such a thing, not when he is licking you, his tongue soft and then hard, pressed against you, inside you and then not, seeming to find places you had no idea existed, your body responding to him in ways you would not have dreamed were possible. You feel a pleasure that you have no name for, the heat of it increasing within you like something catching fire.

But then he stops, and you hear yourself whimper in helpless frustration. "I..." you say, not having the words for what you are experiencing.

Yet Humberto seems to understand. "I want you," he says, softly. "I need to be with you, my love."

You do not trust yourself to speak, but you nod, staring up at him wide-eyed, practically breathless with anticipation.

He unfastens his pants, lowering them, and though you do not dare to glance down at what is between his legs, you feel it, brushing against your thigh, nudging thick at your entrance, and you gasp.

He hesitates at the sound, giving you a questioning look, but you are certain. "Yes," you whisper. "Please."

He reaches down, holding himself steady as he enters you; slowly, slowly, but there is no need, as his attentions have left you more than ready, your body willingly receiving him into you, opening wet to him. You hear yourself moan, filled by him, and when you think it cannot be better, he begins to move himself, in and out of you, his hips thrusting with a vigor that you have no choice but to surrender yourself to.

And again you feel that heat stir within you, rising like a crescendo to heights that become more and more dizzying. But it is even better this time, because it is clear that Humberto is experiencing his own similar ascent, your mutual need becoming more and more urgent, until it is as if you are one, connected in a way you could have never imagined as you fall into each other, pleasure spilling over you. You cling to him as he says your name, again and again, and when you are both spent, you lie there, panting to try and catch your breath as Humberto smiles at you, his face lit up, kissing you, softly.

"I am so happy," he says. "I never dreamed I could be this happy."

"And I too," you reply, gently smoothing his hair back and away from his face, and he kisses you again.

"We are not expected in court tomorrow," he tells you, pulling you close to him, wrapped up in his arms. "We have the day together."

"Good," you say, nodding, a sweet tiredness drifting over you, sleep gradually taking you, still in Humberto's embrace.  

You do not know what time of day it is when you both wake, but it does not seem to matter, for there is nothing but each other. You eat and drink and talk and laugh and join together once more, and you are certain that this was meant to be, that this is exactly where you belong.

But however blissful, the time still passes, the afternoon drawing in, and Humberto begins to frown.

"What is wrong?" you ask, concerned.

He is silent for a long minute, but then says, "You will have to go to him, now. The Duke, my cousin." Humberto shakes his head.  "I wish you could stay. I wish you could be only mine."

And while you would be quite content to remain with him, you find that something stirs inside you, restless, a curiosity that desires to know what awaits you in Angel's chambers. "I cannot," you tell him. "I am married to both of you."

Humberto kisses you, and says, fiercely, "I will not let him take advantage of you, I promise. If he is improper in any way, then you only have to call for me, and I will be there in a moment."

"I understand," you tell him, but you are already pulling away, knowing you cannot linger here anymore, that you are needed elsewhere. "I will see you again," you say, "the night after this?"

"Of course," he assures you. "I will be waiting."

You nod, trying to put his anguished expression from your mind as you open the door, peering out carefully.

There is no one in the corridor, and so you creep out, still naked, hurrying into the middle room. Just as Humberto told you, all your things are here, and while your own dresses are laid out carefully, there is also a selection of newer, even finer gowns which you would like to admire, but you have other priorities in this moment.

There is a small alcove with a washstand, a jug and a basin filled with water that steams lightly, obviously warmed, and a folded cloth lying nearby. And so you wash yourself off, wondering if Humberto's scent will linger on your skin, if Angel will be able to smell him on you. The idea of it is strangely exciting to you, but you put the thought from your mind, pulling on a white slip made of the finest, thinnest silk, edged with lace.

You again make your way out into the oddly, almost eerily silent corridor, your footsteps muffled as you walk towards Angel's door. You pause for a moment, then knock, hearing his voice from within as he calls out, "Enter."

And so you do, into a room that is not quite as lavishly decorated as Humberto's, but still most fine, perhaps a touch more manly in its simplicity.

Angel is sitting there on the bed, reading through some papers, casually and unashamedly naked. "Ah," he says, his face lighting up at the sight of you. "My bride. I have been waiting for you." He stands up, and you cannot help but let your eyes dip downwards to his lower body, the most prominent part of which you can see is already beginning to awaken. He follows your gaze, and when you look back up, he is smirking at you, the expression on his face so very knowing that it makes you blush, glancing away from him.

"I hope my cousin treated you well?" he says.

"Very well."

Angel gives a dismissive little shrug. "He is at least a well-mannered boy." He regards you, something burning hot in his eyes, and an answering fire stirs to ignite inside you. "I myself," he goes on, "am less well-mannered." He smiles. "And less of a boy. More of a man."

"Is that so?" you ask, daringly coquettish, suddenly feeling bold, sure he will like it.

And it seems he does, his smile widening as he approaches you, closer. You hold your breath as he reaches out to trace the tip of one finger slowly up the center of your throat, taking hold of your chin and tilting your face up towards him, and this time, you do not hesitate, knowing what you want, letting him lean in, opening your mouth to him and kissing him deeply.

His hands slide down over your shoulders, arms wrapping around you as he walks the two of you towards to the bed, falling, pulling you down with him as still he kisses you, only stopping to murmur,"Your mouth is so sweet, my pretty dove."

He nips lightly at your bottom lip, growling playfully, and you giggle in delight, laughing as his eyes sparkle at you. But then he seems to become more serious, and you see him swallow, as if perhaps nervous. And he takes your hand, gently pulling it down his body, towards what lies proud between his legs. You do not resist, allowing him to guide you, and when you reach it, his manhood, you startle slightly at the unexpected feel of it, glancing up at him, breathless in your surprise.

"Touch it," he whispers, and you do, careful to temper your eagerness, stroking your fingertips from the root to the tip, sitting yourself up a little so that you may see what you are doing. "Hold it," he encourages you, and your fingers curl around it as if by instinct, the heavy weight of it resting against your palm. You move your hand up and down over it experimentally, and Angel moans, the sound of it electric in your veins, and so you repeat the motion, again, and then again, observing his reactions curiously, noting the places where your touch seems to garner the most response.

He looks at you, his face flushed, and you pause, waiting for him to speak.

"Would..." he starts, and you see him inhale deeply before he can continue. "Would you use your mouth for me? Do you want to taste?" He's watching you, his gaze intent, and you can see that he is uncertain as to whether you will do as he asks. But you are more than willing, and not only because you want to please him, but because you want to know, and so you breathe in, and then lean over him.

You are unsure as to how to begin, so you first pepper soft little kisses up the length of it, until you reach the place where it flares out into the rounder, fuller... head, you decide to call it, and you might wish you knew the proper terms but there will be time for that, you know.

There is a drop of liquid beading at the opening on the tip of it, and you dare to lick it away, tasting salty-sweet, Angel's whole body jerking at the touch of your tongue. His response makes you bolder, and so you lick more thoroughly, using the broad flat of your tongue, and he urges you on. "Yes," he whispers, the word almost hissed out, "just like that." And so you continue, until it becomes obvious what action must be next, and you wet your lips nervously, inhaling before carefully taking the entire head into your mouth, feeling it smooth against your tongue. For a minute you simply hold it there, but then, as if instinctively, you suckle on it, as lightly as you are able. And it seems you must be doing something right, because the noise Angel makes is like nothing you have ever heard.

"Oh, my lovely," he moans out, and for a moment his head falls back in apparent ecstasy, but then he stares at you, his eyes steadier, wondering. "Did you do this for Humberto?" he asks.

You let him slip from your mouth, gazing up at him, and say, "No."

"And for no one else before him?"

"Never."

"So perhaps I am still your first." He smiles at you. "You are very talented," he says, and you again blush, smiling back at him.

"May I..." you nod at his member, asking permission to resume your task.

"You most certainly may," he says, laughing breathlessly. "You may do this as often as you like."

And so you continue, exploring him with your tongue and lips and hand, until he is writhing with need, his hands in your hair, hips lifting off the bed as he pushes up into your mouth.

"Wait," he cries out, suddenly, and you back away hurriedly, worried you have displeased him, but it seems the opposite is true. "I do not want..." You can see his chest rising and falling as he struggles to catch his breath, and it fills you with an awed wonder that it is you who has taken him to such a state. "I do not want," he goes on, "to... finish like this today, for our first time." He raises himself off the bed slightly, leaning back on his elbows. "I want to be inside you."

You nod, showing him you understand, and he smiles. "Can you take this off?" he asks, toying with the material of your slip, and you remove it without hesitation, revelling in his expression as he stares at your body, the hunger in his eyes plain to see.

"Oh, I need you," he says, and beckons to you, guiding you to straddle his thighs, your bent knees either side of his body, and it is plain even to someone as inexperienced as you what he has in mind.

"We can go slow, if you wish," he says, though his voice betrays that that is not what he wants.

And it is not what you need, so you shake your head as you again take his length in your hand, moving so you are over him, then lowering yourself down, letting him fill you.

He is thicker inside you than his cousin, and you shift slightly, adjusting to the feeling of it, so broad and deep it sends shivers through you.

Angel runs his hands up your thighs, holding on to you, as if to encourage you. "Now, ride me, my sweet."

You begin to move on him, the motion of it coming to you easily, naturally, and Angel's hips fall into rhythm with yours, your bodies seeming to come together with an intuitive, familiar ease, like you have known one another before, as if you were both made to be together in this way.

And his enjoyment is far more vocal than that of his cousin, as he moans with a brazen, unashamed abandon, and for a brief moment, your thoughts stray, wondering if Humberto will be able to hear this from his own room, and what he will think.  

But such distractions are quickly driven from you mind as Angel thrusts up into you, and you again find yourself swept up in desire, taken over by it, as one with Angel as you both finish in perfect time, staring into each other's eyes, peak after peak until you are overcome, and all you can do is surrender yourself, letting go.

And then you smile down at him, breathless. He answers with his own smile, rearing up off the bed and then pulling you down with him as you laugh, wrapped in his arms, kissing you as if he will never stop.

-

The day to day running of the palace is overseen by the queen, who rules with an iron fist that does not require the assistance of a lowly daughter-in-law, and so you have very little in the way of actual duties, only being required to appear in court beside your husbands for one or two days every week.

Which means your time is mostly your own, though you find plenty to amuse yourself, as the palace has a vast library, filled with books that you would never have been permitted to read at home, and extensive gardens you happily explore, finding many beauty spots where you like to sit, watching the sky, waiting for evening to fall.

Because it is the nights that you live for, alternating between your Duke and your Prince, and while they are as different as two men could ever be, they both have introduced you to delights you would not have ever dreamed of as being possible.

But...

But.

They begin to grow restless, you can tell, because it seems that whatever rivalry existed between them before your arrival has only been inflamed by your presence in their lives. Every time you leave one to go to the other they become more and more resentful, bitter and surly in a way that sometimes frightens you. And when you are in court with both of them, it is impossible to miss the way they glare at each other, barely containing their loathing, jealousy threatening to consume them like the monster it is.  

"What if you had to choose?" Humberto asks you, one night. "Who would you choose?"

And you know what he wishes you to say, but you cannot lie to him. "I would never choose," you tell him, as gently as you can. "I am married to both of you, you are both my husbands."

He closes his eyes, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. "I cannot think of it," he says. "I cannot stand to think of him touching you."

"You do not need to think of it, my love," you tell him. "Be with me now, in this moment. That is all that matters. Right now, I am no one but yours."

He shakes his head, hurt written plain over that handsome face, and you cannot bear to see it.

"Show me," you beg. "Show me that I belong to you."

And he does, but after, he turns away from you, silent. You curl up against his back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade, but his body is stiff and unyielding

-

The next night, when you enter Angel's chambers, he is waiting with a goblet of wine in his hand, and you can see that he is already quite thoroughly drunk. He does not say anything to you, grabbing you roughly, pulling off your clothes, barely touching you before he pushes you down onto the bed and enters you, taking you with a force darker than you have ever before seen in him.

Until now, he has always given the utmost care that you both derive equal pleasure from your time together but tonight, he simply takes you, unheeding of your enjoyment, the act feeling more like an expression of anger than one of love.

After, he stares at you, his eyes dark. "I hate him," he says. "I hate that he is allowed to touch you." He climbs off the bed unsteadily, picking up his goblet and taking another deep swig of his wine. "You should be mine, and mine alone."

You do not know how to reply, watching in quiet anguish as he staggers over to sit in the chair in front of the fireplace, gazing emptily into the flames. And it is not so long before you see him slump down, the wine overtaking him. The goblet falls to the floor, a dark stain spreading slowly over the rug.

You sigh, setting the drink upright, cleaning up the wine with a dampened cloth.

Angel does not stir, and you leave him in the chair, crawling back into bed alone, lying awake, thinking.

-

And so, the evening after, you ready yourself for bed, dressing in your finest nightgown, and then take Humberto's hand, leading him out of his own chambers and down the corridor. "What are you doing?" he demands, though he follows you.

"I would like to speak with both of you."

"I do not want..." he says, but you are already opening the door to Angel's bedchamber.

"Leave," he snarls as soon as he sees Humberto. "You are not welcome here."

"I have brought him," you say. "I wish for him to be here."

"Well, I wish for him to leave," Angel replies, standing before both of you, eyes staring daggers at his cousin.

But you take his hand, still holding Humberto's in your other, glancing between them anxiously. You lift Humberto's fingers to your mouth, kissing them softly, then do the same for Angel, your lips brushing over his tense, whitened knuckles as Humberto looks away in disgust.

"Would you make me watch you be with him?" he says. "Would you be so cruel to me?"

"No," you reply, "not watch." You take a breath. "I want to be with both of you. Together."

"Never," Angel spits out.

"I will not." Humberto shakes his head, his mouth set, eyes hard.

"You will," you tell them, your tone suddenly sharp, your voice raised and they both stare at you in obvious astonishment, seemingly taken aback by the vehemence of your words. "I have had more than enough of these petty, foolish jealousies. I want you to see how I feel. About both of you."

They stand there, visibly glowering with anger, but they do not protest further for now.

And it is Humberto you turn to first, tilting your head up to kiss that full, lovely mouth, but it is closed to you, pressed tight.

"Kiss me, my Prince," you whisper.

"I cannot," he says.

"You can," you reply, your tongue easing past his lips, and for a moment, he does not respond, but then he kisses you back, restrained, but there's something desperate there, something you can almost taste.

You hear Angel make a noise of obvious displeasure but you keep tight hold of his hand, and when you are done with Humberto, you shift enough to face his cousin.

And Angel does not in any way resist your attentions, instead taking your mouth with an ostentatious vigor, and you know it is mostly because he wants to make Humberto jealous, but it serves your purpose just as well. You pull away, and he leans forward, chasing the kiss, but you shake your head, smiling.

"My loves," you say, softly. "You give me so much, I am so very, very lucky." You look at them, both so handsome yet so very different, the two of them somehow managing to be everything you have ever needed. "I want you to understand that you both have all of me, that every part of me belongs to you."

You draw in a breath, knowing what you must do, and then kneel, in front of the two of them, unfastening Humberto's pants first, freeing his manhood but not touching him beyond that, not until you have repeated your actions on Angel. And while they are certainly showing some interest, neither of them is at any kind of fullness, and so you start to stroke them, taking one member in each of your hands, feeling them respond to your touch in a way that gives you hope even as it makes your own body begin to awaken.

You take Angel in your mouth, sucking on him, your tongue circling around his head in that way he loves, your hand still working lightly on Humberto.

You glance up and over at him, seeing the frown still on his face, and you pull away from Angel, dropping a brief kiss at his tip before you shift across to his cousin.

"I..." Humberto starts, but you hush him, soothing.

"Let me please you," you murmur, licking your lips, sliding them down wet over him. He whines, quietly, as if he is trying to stifle the sound, and you hear Angel hiss in a breath as your hand caresses up his length.

You move back and forth between them, your mouth on one, your hand on the other and you have experience enough now to know exactly what will most excite them, but you do not let either of them get close to reaching completion. You watch them, observing the expressions on their faces as you attend to them, and slowly, gradually, you can see their focus begin change, their attention drawn away from each other and on to you. And so you redouble your efforts, doing everything you can to satisfy both of them, trying to make your actions not just physically but visually engaging, all lingering shyness gone as you lick and suck and moan around them, letting them see and hear plainly what it does for you, to honor them in this way.

And by the time you stop, they are both painfully erect, both visibly breathing hard, two sets of eyes deep and dark, as if overtaken by lust.

You stand up and look at them, and for the first time, you are sure, certain that you are more than enough for the two of them, that your true need is to be pleased by both of them, together. "Do you want me?" you say, stripping off your nightgown, crawling on the bed, lying back. "Then you must take me," you tell them.

You open yourself, body splayed wantonly, invitingly, and they look at you, then at each other. And you do not know what unspoken agreement passes between them, but you see it, a peace seemingly declared, however temporary, as they both climb onto the bed, looming over you, ready and wanting.

They each take you in turn, working together in a way that might surprise you, but there is something natural and right about it, first one inside you and then the other; kissing you, touching you, deliberately delaying their gratification until you have reached yours, again and again.

You are almost spent by the time they finish themselves, trembling beneath them, overwhelmed in the best possible way as Humberto thrusts himself into you, moaning, barely having moved off you before Angel is inside you, impatiently satisfying his need, your own desire threatening to consume you once again, but then he is done.

You whimper lightly, helpless, and they soothe you, lying either side of you, kissing you until you calm, and then not stopping, Angel teasingly nibbling at your ear and Humberto licking your neck, their hands on you until you begin to ache with renewed want. But you do not need more, for now.

"Do you see?" you ask. "What you both give me?"

"Perhaps," Humberto says, as if relenting just the tiniest amount.

"Maybe," Angel allows, cautiously.

You laugh at their stubbornness, saying firmly, "And now, we will rest."

"Can you not send him back to his own room?" Angel complains.

"No," you say, for you have decided. "From this time on, the three of us will spend our every night together."

"Every night?" they reply in dismayed unison.

"Every night," you say, and though they both seem to be prepared to argue, you cut them off shortly. "Do you wish to please me?"

"Of course," Angel answers.

"It is my only desire," Humberto says.

"Then you will do as I ask." You settle in, comfortable between them, perfectly, contentedly happy. "Now we will sleep and in the morning, the two of you will make love to me again."

"We're going to need a bigger bed," Angel grumbles.

"Then we will see the palace carpenters tomorrow and have them make one for us."

"I still hate him," Humberto mutters quietly.

"I still hate you," Angel rejoins.

And though you have no doubt that that is true, there is less fire remaining in their words.

"Well," you say, "that may be, but I love you." You smile. "Both of you."

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

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Celosa? (Zelina Vega x Reader)

Took me a while to think of a Zelina fic, but @themanbexl​ and I brainstormed and here we are! 

You hated the way Angel Garza would swagger around backstage, hitting on every women he say, the way he’d cockily boast about all the women he’d been with, you hated that he was even in the same proximity as Zelina Vega, and yet all you could do was glare... What happens when that glare is noticed by Zelina Vega herself? 

SMUTTTTTTTTTTTTTY SMUTT SMUT

You roll your eyes, watching as yet again, Zelina watches with a smile as Angel Garza flexes on camera, the man boasting about how ladies basically fall at his feet, all the while Zelina grins as if he’s the best thing since sliced bread.  

Your ears perk up when Lana refers to the fight coming up as, a Double Date, something that you’re happy Zelina shoots down almost immediately.  

The interview ends soon after and you scoff, watching as Garza struts away, unaware that a pair of brown orbs are on you, the owner’s brows arced.  

                                                           ***

Zelina eyed you closely in the following weeks, noting that every time she was alone, without Garza, you were your shy self, but when she brought him around, your small smile changed into a scowl your downcast eyes now focused on Garza, glaring at the man’s back.  

Zelina smirked, noting the absolute ire in your eyes when you looked at the cocky man.  

She hummed.

“Interesante (Interesting)...” She mumbles, drawing the attention of Garza who looks at her in question, but she waves him off, the man turning away to chat with a woman backstage.  

Zelina turns, smirking when she catches your gaze, your eyes widening as you turn away and race off, leaving the woman behind a smirk spread across her face.  

                                                           ***

Ending up backstage during Garza’s match wasn’t something Zelina was happy about, but, being backstage meant she got to see your reaction to the man’s match.  

Zelina’s eyebrow quirks up when you react to Garza getting a kiss on the cheek from a member of the WWE Universe.  

“He’s not even attractive.” You grumble under your breath, not noticing Zelina a few feet away.  

“Some would disagree with you.”  

You jump, eyes wide when you see the woman swagger towards you.  

You swallow hard, glancing away, your face a deep shade of crimson.  

“Aren’t you usually out there with him?” You ask curiously and she glares at the nearby TV.  

“That puta (bitch) sent me backstage.” She motions to the ref and you smirk, nodding.  

“What’s the smirk for?” She asks and you shrug.  

“I just don’t know if Garza can win without you.” You shrug as you wrap your wrists and Zelina hums, a brow arched.  

“He can hold his own.” She says, watching when your nostrils flair, and you grumble angrily under your breath.  

The bell rings and you both turn back to the TV realizing that Angel Garza had indeed won the match.  

Zelina turns to you, brows arched and you shrug.  

“I'm surprised he didn’t need you to win his match.” You mumble and Zelina steps towards where you’re sitting on a wheeled crate.  

You inhale sharply when she suddenly slips a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you towards her, her hot breath dancing across the flesh of your ear.  

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.” She teases, pulling back and you swallow hard, cheeks red as she walks away, an extra sway in her hips. 

You let out a groan and fall back on the crate, unaware that Zelina’s brown orbs are on you, her lips splitting in a grin.  

                                                           ***

“Hello sweetheart...” Garza approaches you backstage and your eyes widen before you snort and walk off, the man watching you go with wide eyes, meanwhile, Zelina who was standing beside him watches you go with a smirk.  

“Did she just blow me off?” He asks and Zelina laughs, patting his chest.  

“Yes, she did.”  

He scoffs.  

“No one blows me off, I’m Angel Garza.” He points at himself and Zelina shrugs. 

“She just did.”  

                                                           ***

Angel Garza makes it his personal mission to hit on you constantly, and you of course, blow him off every single time, WWE even wanting to make a storyline out of the idea, which you immediately decline.  

You were an up and coming start, getting upsets over the likes of Charlotte Flair and Lacey Evans, so you were surprised when Vince even considered your opinion on the storyline, thankfully though, he did, and Angel Garza was in your rearview mirror, at least you thought so.  

Again, Angel Garza parades through the backstage area, flirting with every woman in sight and sending a wink your way before he makes his way towards you.  

Before he can open his mouth, Zelina steps in front of him.  

“Ella no está interesada (She is not interested).” She nods over her shoulder and Garza hums.  

“Por ahora (For now).” He smirks, walking towards you and you growl.  

“Vete a la mierda (Fuck off).” You say, stopping Garza in his tracks, the man’s eyes wide, whereas Zelina slaps a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing. She pats the man on his back with a smirk.  

“I think you got your answer there.”  

                                                           ***

“Did you learn that just to tell him off?” Zelina asks later that night and you smirk, looking over your shoulder at her.  

“Maybe.” You shrug and Zelina sighs.  

“I tried to stop him you know?” Zelina says softly and you turn around, seeing a familiar twinkle in Zelina’s eye.  

“I told that idiota (idiot) to leave you alone, but he wouldn’t listen.” She snarls and you smirk, brows arched as you step towards the woman.  

Zelina’s brown orbs widen when they see you’ve made your way closer, a cocky smirk on your face.  

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”  

Zelina watches with wide eyes as you swagger away, the woman chuckling, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.  

“Tal vez (Maybe)...”

                                                           ***

“You’re a great fighter, Y/N. And I’m glad to see you’re settling in well.” Sonya’s hand resting on your forearm as you both grin.  

“Thanks, that means a lot to me considering I’ve been a fan of yours since your MMA days.” You grin and Sonya’s smile widens.  

“And that means a lot coming from you.”  

Out of the corner of your eye you spot Zelina, the woman glaring angrily your way.  

“I’ll talk to you later.” You nod to Sonya and she grins.  

“See you later Y/N.”  

You make your way towards the woman whose dark brown orbs are still narrowed as she mumbles under her breath, something you’ve noticed she does when she is angry.

You open your mouth to speak, eyes doubling in size when Zelina turns around, marching off.  

“Hey!” You shout, chasing after her.  

“Go away.” She growls when you catch up, but of course, you don’t relent.  

“No, what’s wrong?” You ask and Zelina rolls her eyes, finally stopping.  

“Nothing’s wrong, why are you bothering me anyway? Don’t you have Sonya to spend time with?” She snarls and your brows furrow before a smirk spreads across your face.  

“Are you jealous?” You ask, biting your bottom lip to stave off a grin.  

“I have no reason to be jealous of that puta (bitch).” She glares down the hall and you smirk.  

“You are jealous...” You tease, Zelina smacking you in the chest before growling.

“No soy (No I am not).”  

The woman stomps away, her heels clicking loudly on the floor and you smirk.  

“She’s totally jealous.”  

                                                           ***

Much to your dismay, Zelina avoids you the rest of the night, when the two of you are even in the same vicinity, she almost immediately vanishes.  

“You look lost.” A familiar voice makes you jump and you turn, sending Sonya Deville a smile.  

“A little.”  

“Looking for someone?” She asks and you shrug.  

“I was, but she’s avoiding me.” You frown and Sonya nods, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.  

“Well, she’s crazy for avoiding you.” She winks and your eyes widen, cheeks flushing. She takes a step closer and you swallow hard.  

Just as she’s opening her mouth to speak someone grabs your wrist before violently dragging you away.  

“What are you doing?” You ask Zelina who snarls in Spanish, speaking quickly as she leads you further backstage away from everyone.  

She practically throws you into a backstage room and you scoff, marching towards her.  

“What gives!?” You shout, the woman slamming the door shut behind her and locking it.  

You let out a surprised moan when she shoves you back into a nearby wall, her lips slamming against yours.  

Your eyes widen as the woman pulls back, her brown orbs wide.  

“You’re mine.” She snarls, leaning back in, her lips slamming against yours, hard.  

The woman lets out a surprised gasp when you lift her into the air, and pin her against the wall, your lips never disconnecting.  

You trap the fiery woman’s bottom lip between yours, sucking and nipping on the pink flesh.  

“Ahhh, si...” She whispers as you flick your tongue against her bottom lip, the woman groaning when your hands slip beneath her dress, giving her ass a hard squeeze.  

You run your tongue along her bottom lip, the woman’s lips immediately parting to allow your tongue to invade.  

The woman sighs when your tongue flicks against hers, massaging and teasing the pink organ as the woman in your arms shudders.  

The kiss is wild, sloppy, your tongues licking wildly at one another.  

The two of you eventually part, though you don’t go far, ducking your head to suck and nibble on the flesh of Zelina’s neck.  

“Mierda (Shit)...” Zelina sighs when you suck at her pulse point. She tilts her head back as her fingers tangle in your hair, the woman incredibly vocal.  

“Shhhhh.” You gently nibble on her ear. “You’re going to get us caught.” You whisper and Zelina growls.  

“You’re lips are just... Tan suave (so soft)...” She sighs when your lips trail along her jawline.  

Your darkened Y/E/C orbs flick up, locking with her nearly black orbs when you ducking your head, nibbling at the top of her dress.

“I don’t think you need this anymore...” You whisper, giving her ass another squeeze.  

“Mierda (Shit)...” She sighs, holding her arms up and you gladly pull the dress over her head, licking your lips when you see the woman’s chest is covered by a red lace bra, wearing equally red lace panties.  

“Beautiful.” You whisper, ducking your head to bite at the soft flesh.  

Zelina tilts her head back, moaning with a massive grin as you unhook her bra and immediately latch onto one of her nipples giving it a suck.  

“Oh...” She sighs and you grin, biting the pert bud.  

You suck the flesh of her chest into your mouth, assaulting the erect bud with your tongue before you pull back and turn your attention to her other breast.  

“Masssssssssssssss (More)....” She sighs and you smirk, releasing her breast with a loud pop before moving back to her lips.  

The second your eyes lock, Zelina rolls her hips, the apex of her thighs dragging against your middle.  

You lick your lips, dragging your tongue up her neck as she rolls her hips, brows furrowed.  

“You like that bebe (baby)?” You ask, nipping at her earlobe and she nods.  

You smirk cockily, slipping a hand between your bodies when Zelina’s eyes are closed.  

“And this?” You ask, your fingers brushing the wet patch of the woman’s lace panties.  

Zelina gasps, burying her face in your shoulder.  

“Si por favor (Yes, please)...!” She whines, moaning loudly when you rub tight circles over the wet patch.  

You both jump at the sound of nearby voices, the two of you freezing.  

You turn back to Zelina with a cocky smirk, the woman’s eyes doubling in size when you rub slow circles over clit.  

“Shhhhhh...” You coo, kissing her forehead, the woman gasping against your neck as she rocks her hips.  

“Follame (Fuck me)...” She moans and you smile, the slow circles you were drawing now tight and fast. Her mouth hangs open as she shudders.  

“Mas dura (Harder)...” She begs and you press harder into her, circles tight and fast.  

The voices grow louder and you smirk.  

“Better be quiet, don’t want anyone to see you in such a compromising position...” You tease, leaning towards her ear.  

Just as the words leave your mouth your fingers lower, teasing the woman’s entrance.  

“Oh, god...” Zelina sighs when two fingers slip inside her tight channel. Her body shakes as she bites you shoulder in an attempt to be quiet.  

Zelina picks her hips up before lowering herself back down onto your fingers, slamming her lips against your so she can let out a guttural moan into your mouth.  

“Quiet...” You command, slipping your fingers out of her before slipping them back in, building a rhythm with the woman in your arms.  

“Oh my god, please go away...” She whispers a plea and you smirk, slowing.  

“Do you want to stop for now?” You ask and Zelina shakes her head, rocking hard into your fingers.  

“No, I’m so close.” She whispers and you smirk.  

Thankfully, the voices tapper off along with the sound of footsteps, the second she thinks they’re far enough Zelina cries out, loudly.  

“Mas, Mas, Mas (More, More, More)...” She chants as her hips wildly bounce, the woman chasing her release.  

You duck your head, kissing and nipping at the flesh of her chest but suddenly, she cups your cheeks and pulls you into a kiss.  

“I’m gonna cum.” She whispers against your lips and you grin, curling your fingers inside her.  

“Puta mierda (Fucking Shit)!” She cries out, hips bouncing wildly as she cums, tightening around your fingers.  

The woman eventually comes down from her high with the help of your fingers, the woman panting as she nuzzles into your shoulder.  

You reluctantly slip your fingers out of her, the woman gasping as she watches you lick your fingers clean.  

“Fuck...” She whispers, turning to kiss your neck and you shudder, leaning your head against the wall behind her.  

You turn, kissing her neck over and over again.  

“Want to take this back to the hotel?” You ask and Zelina smirks, pulling back so her black orbs can lock with your darkened Y/E/C orbs.  

“You read my mind.”  

                                                           ***

Zelina shoves you back onto the bed, climbing up on top of you, her fingers popping the buttons of your shirt.  

You roll the two of you over, the smaller woman beneath you.  

“Who said it was your turn?” You smirk, gasping when Zelina pulls you down into a sloppy kiss, distracting you enough to roll you over and tear your shirt off.  

She shudders at the newly exposed flesh, her soft hands running up your flat stomach until they get to your breasts, kneading them over your bra.  

You tilt your head back, sighing at the feel of the woman’s lips sucking on your muscled abdomen.  

“You like that?” She whispers and you nod rapidly.  

The woman unbuttons your pants before sliding them down your legs, tossing them to some random place in the room.  

“And you said it was your turn?” She teases, jerking your underwear off and tossing them over your shoulder.  

“Sit up.” She commands and you immediately do so, the woman unhooking your bra so you’re entirely bare, the beautiful woman eyeing you hungrily.  

You grab the hem of her dress, the woman only happy to hold her arms up so you can shed her of the garment.  

Zelina unhooks her bra, about to lift her hips to remove her panties, but it seems as if you can’t wait instead tearing her panties clean off her body.  

“Ugh, si papi (Yes daddy)...” She shivers as she settles on top of you, her sex settling on yours, the feel making you shiver violently.  

“God you’re so wet.” You snarl, shuffling back against the headboard, your arms slipping around her, palms greedily squeezing her ass.  

Zelina moans, rolling her hips, the feel of her slick heat rubbing against yours making your eyes roll back into your head.  

“Yes...” She sighs, her hips rocking harder, the feel of her rubbing against you pure ecstasy.  

“God, yeah, harder...” You beg, the woman immediately obliging.  

“Feels so good.” You groan, Zelina moaning in return.  

Your face scrunches up, your mouth hanging open as you roll into the woman, breath quickening.  

“Are you gonna cum baby?” Zelina whispers and you groan, your fingers slipping between Zelina’s legs from behind.  

The woman lets out a groan, shuddering wildly.  

Small hands settle on your shoulders as Zelina’s hips rock harder, bringing to your highest peak.  

“I’m... Fuck... I’m...” Your voice shakes and Zelina grins.  

“Cum bebe,(baby) cum.” She bites your earlobe and you do, throwing your head back as your body shakes, the woman on top of you moaning at the feel of you cumming beneath her, the feel of your sex wettening against hers.  

You lean in, pressing a sloppy, heated kiss to the woman’s lips, your tongues wildly swirling and flicking against one another.  

Zelina lets out a squeal when you roll the two of you over, your body hovering over hers.  

“I’m not done with you.” You whisper, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips before sliding down her body, kissing her breasts, sure to stop to give each of them attention before sliding down between her legs.  

You lift her legs up over your shoulders, pressing tender kisses to the insides of her thighs.  

“Want me to stop?” You whisper, your tongue running along the inside of her thigh and Zelina shakes her head, rapidly.  

“No, no, no... Please...” She begs and you smirk.  

“Zelina Vega, begging me?” You ask and the woman rolls her eyes, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as you kiss her lower lips.  

Your tongue poking between your lips to swipe through her folds.  

Zelina gasps, her fingers tangling in your hair as she arches her back.  

“I’m going to enjoy this...” You playfully nibble at her lips, the woman’s hips canting.  

“Lámame por favor (Lick me please)...” She sighs, breathlessly, letting out a violent shake when your tongue runs through her folds again, this time stopping to tease her clit.  

“So, fucking good.” You purr, Zelina crying out when you dive back into between her legs, licking wildly, unable to get enough of the moaning woman.  

“Oh god!” She cries out, hops rocking as you devour her, giving her clit a hard suck.  

Zelina lets out a high pitched cry and you smirk, pulling the hood of her clit back with your tongue and lashing at it mercilessly, the woman gasping with each lash.  

“Fuck! Y/N!” She screams her body shaking as she cums, your eager tongue lapping up her juices.  

Zelina grunts and you pull back, knowing the panting woman has had enough.  

You crawl up her, wrapping your arms around her from behind and pulling her back against your naked body.  

Zelina laughs, turning around and kissing your lips tenderly.  

“That was...” Zelina pants, grinning and you laugh.  

“Good?” You ask and Zelina giggles.  

“Good? Way better than good, Jodidamente asombrosa (Fucking amazing)...” She purrs and you grin, kissing her lips softly.  

You pull back, smiling when the smaller woman ducks her head, nuzzling against your collarbone.  

You grin.  

“You were jealous, weren’t you?” You tease and the woman groans.  

“Shut up.”