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lxvvie · 8 months

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There's something about the way...

Price praises you. He encourages you to take the initiative even when he holds the reins. The battle-hardened bastard has seen so many amazing things in his life but nothing compares to the sight he sees as you succumb to yet another orgasm underneath him. And he'll do it again and again just to see you glow and come under his praises.

Gaz surprises you. Actions speak louder than words, and the man would much rather show you than he can tell you. And show you he does. You lost track of how many positions he's had you in and if you weren't so tired, you'd chuck a pillow at the cheeky bastard. You're pretty good, Gaz. Pretty. Good.

Soap worships you. You're like the fucking sun to him, something worth returning home to after every assignment. All the shit he's seen, you're a sight for sore eyes. Every flaw you think you have, he kisses it away. He'll always kiss it away. Your body is a sight to behold and he'll worship it every time.

Ghost excites you. He doesn't see how he does it, doesn't think he'll ever see it, but the intensity in his eyes, the purpose of every movement he makes, it excites you. The way he looks at you like he wants to devour you, the way he touches you even when it isn't sexual, god, it turns you on like no other. And even in the urgency of your lovemaking is Ghost still tender and considerate, everything he's always wanted but never had until you.

Alejandro soothes you. He knows all too well the pressures of life and leadership and would rather you be calmed by his touch than anything else. Every action, from the way his hands rove over your body to the words he whispers against your skin, blankets you like a soothing balm. You return the favor and you two find respite in each other's arms.

Rudy makes you laugh and makes you feel safe. He shows you how there can be humor even in passion. His quips are corny, yeah, but it suits him. And you'd have it no other way. Only Rudy can bring forth the deepest belly laughs from you while being buried deep inside you as well.

Phillip provokes you. He's a talented man through and through but the way he fucks brings out a primal need in you that you didn't realize existed. He fucks you like it's the last thing he'll ever do on this Earth and you respond with that same fervor every time.

Valeria captivates you. She is a woman who stares adversity and death in the eyes and tells them to go fuck themselves. Her presence can be felt even when she's not around and what she wants, she damn sure gets. This is what draws you to her, what has you yearning for more each and every time. And even in the midst of it all, when it's you two in the throes of sex is there a vulnerability that she doesn't dare show to anyone else, a side to her that's just as alluring as the badass you see and experience on a daily basis.

König embraces you. Because he himself wasn't embraced. Because he himself sought that same embrace. His frame, no matter how big, is comforting just the same. He's an interesting fellow with layers upon layers, each more surprising than the last it seems. Driven and focused on the battlefield, a nervous albeit eager and faithful mess outside of it. He more than makes up for it when he's with you and it's both a pity and blessing that no one, save you, experiences it.

Horangi tests you. The bastard lives life on the edge and it's no different when he's with you. The games he plays would infuriate anyone and you're pushed to the brink of orgasm and brought back every time. His fingers have you cursing and pleading with him to end your misery and let you cum―please, Horangi―but he doesn't relent. Not yet. He hasn't even gotten around to using his ace in the hole. Patience, baby.

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ivymarquis · 4 months

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So I was being a lil creep on @391780's blog and saw she'd made a comment about how {Valeria}'s so hot and so mean i just know she'd call a fat y/n something fucking terrible and make fun of her size. and whilst Imma not write any body shaming because that's fucked, my brain did black out at the mention of Valeria being terrible and wicked to Reader and this is what I came back to;

Mean Girl

Pairing| Valeria Garza x Reader Rating| M Word Count| 1.8l Kinks/Content/Warnings| Their dynamic probably isn't healthy but everything is consensual, chubby reader, anal sex, strap on, begging, punishment, name calling, slut shaming, Valeria is not dealing with reader's shit tonight, pussy slapping, squirting, aftercare

Your mother always cautioned you about bad boys growing up. You took one look at them, decided they weren’t worth the hassle and hit the books.

Which was all fine and well when you finished school with stellar grades and no distracting boyfriends, because it wasn’t boys that caught your attention regardless of if they were bad or not.

Now a mean girl?

As it turns out that is much more your style.

How exactly one ventures down the “mean girl” to “cartel leader” pipeline is a mystery for the ages, but quicker than you can blink one moment you’re being introduced to El Sin Nombre’s sicaria, and the next you’re her spoiled little house cat.

Unlike the average house cat though, there’s minimal tolerance for any foolishness or shenanigans in Valeria’s household.

She doesn’t expect much beyond your blind obedience to her every whim, and you’ve got hearts for pupils every time you look at her. Absolutely no fucking regard to the fact that you’ve gone from no relationship experience through your schooling years and gone head first into the deep end with no life jacket with Valeria Garza of all people.

That formal education isn’t doing you much good now.

Not that either of you are complaining.

Valeria isn’t difficult to live with once you learn her quirks and idiosyncrasies. She is consistent in her expectations- sets the rules, and accepts no deviations from them. Anything less is punished.

Now, considering the shit she’s probably complicit in if not outright done herself, you get off virtually scott free from punishments compared to others. You’ve still got all your fingers, limbs, and teeth thank you very much.

But that still leaves a whole spectrum of punishment.

You’ve been on your best behavior- usually stumbling into corrections on accident and learning quickly what mistakes to not make again.

By now you’ve been with Valeria long enough that new relationship jitters shouldn’t be fluttering in your belly every time to set your eyes on her. And yet- She’s just sublime. You can’t help yourself.

As someone who survived childhood and navigates adulthood by being polite and pleasant (occasionally to your own detriment), it is awe inspiring watching her enter a room and immediately take control of it. So far as anyone around her can tell, the world does in fact revolve around her and anyone stupid enough to not understand that is reminded of their place immediately.

You know that you’re not exempt from the firm grip Valeria keeps on her surroundings, but you manage to muck it up and overstep your place anyway.

“What’s that pretty brain of yours thinking about, Bunny?” she asks one night as the pair of you are reclined on the bed. It’s fairly obvious that she’s the subject of your current thoughts, looking at her like she hung the moon.

You don’t think much of it as you reply “Just thinking I have no idea what you see in me sometimes.”

Valeria makes her adoration of you painfully obvious so it’s not like you have reason to question it, but the pair of you are such polar opposites in every category, from build to disposition, that you’re the pinnacle of opposites attract. You wouldn’t survive a day in her world if it wasn’t readily apparent to anyone who might interact with you that Valeria will personally deliver their severed heads to their grandmothers’ doorstep if they don’t watch themselves. And, well- you don’t really do the self-pity thing because you can be hot and fat at the same time, but Valeria is hot in a conventional way that still boggles your mind when her clothes come off.

So yes, for multiple reasons you often find yourself wondering how the hell you managed to pull her?

The previously soft, bemused expression on her face is wiped to a cold neutral as her eyes narrow sharply at you. Ah, fuck, you have just enough time to realize you stepped out of line with that comment just as she rolls over and straddles you.

“If I wanted to fuck someone like me, Bunny, I’d just fuck myself. Perhaps you need a reminder of that?”

Next thing you know she’s got your hands bound to the headboard, ignoring the way you tug at the binds and whine as she works her strap inside your lubed up ass.

“Quit fucking squirming,” she sharply admonishes you, one hand gripping the soft flesh of your thigh for leverage as the other circles your clit to make you relax.

The beauty of a store bought cock is it’s the perfect size, part of why you can’t sit still.

As far as punishments go, once again you are getting off incredibly easy (and if you beg very, very nicely and are very apologetic and repentant you will probably get off in the conventional sense too) considering you absolutely love anal, but you’re sure Valeria already has a plan in mind to make sure she can drive her point home. We don’t want to have this conversation more than once, she’ll tell you.

“I don’t have to tell you what will happen if you cum without permission,” she reminds you, ignoring the way you whimper as she pulls her hand away from your clit as she finishes working the length of her strap in, her hips pressed flush to the plush of your ass.

“Valeria, please, I’m sorry,” you start immediately, knowing if you want to wriggle your way back into her good graces the sooner you start pleading the better.

“You’re sorry?” she mocks, ignoring the shiver that runs through you as she pulls out just to press back into you again, “We’ll see.”

Her thrusts are slow and measured with just enough force you’re seeing stars as chills run up and down your spine.

“I don’t know where the fuck you get off,” she criticizes in time with the wet clap of her hips to your ass, “questioning me of all people.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,” well, didn’t realize she’d take it like that but she’s making it abundantly clear now.

“You didn’t mean to?” she parrots back cruelly as you whine when she presses up against something inside you that has your leg shaking. “You’re such a little slut, look at how wet your cunt is,” Valeria degrades with her eyes glued between your legs, the way your skin glitters in the dim lighting from your own wetness. There’s very little you wouldn’t be willing to do to get Valeria to pay attention to your empty cunt right now, but you also know you’re on thin ice and don’t want to do anything to cause cracks to form in the ground under you.

Your focus drifts towards the knot winding itself up in your abdomen, getting bigger and threatening to grow all consuming with each knock of her hips. Your hands twitch in their binds, tugging uselessly on reflex.

“Since you’re apparently too fucking stupid to remember the rules, I’ll make this simple for you,” she starts shortly- never mind that there’s several pieces of paper hung up on the wall to prove you’re not stupid. “My decisions are without fault- ever. You do what you’re fucking told, when you’re told. I don’t keep you here to think. I keep you here because I like watching the way your whole body bounces on my cock, got it?” The force behind her thrusts increases in increments as she speaks.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble both in pleasure from your ass getting pounded and to answer her. Maybe with someone else the sting of being called stupid (or a slut) would- well, sting. But when you mind your place and the relationship is functioning like it should, you’re happily in a place where you can turn the white noise in your brain off and just follow orders like a good girl. Good girls don’t think, they just do what they’re told.

“I’m sorry” you plea again, hoping that she’ll be more magnanimous now she’s said her peace. “I’m sorry Valeria I won’t do it again,” you promise.

“You’re sorry? Or do you just want to cum?” She lets out an unimpressed huff, hips thrusting in a way that has you squealing and thrashing against your binds.

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!” It’s embarrassing the way your neglected pussy is dripping down between your legs and God you just want her to ease this unbearable ache inside of you. Your thighs burn from how much they’re trembling as you scramble to appeal to any mercy Valeria has before you cum against your better judgement and really put yourself in a fucking hole.

“Please, please, please- I’ll be good I promise!” you offer desperately. The only thing you can do is focus on breathing, trying with all your might to head off your orgasm.

“Fine,” She sounds exasperated, like she’s doing you such a favor allowing you to cum. “But you take what I give you and you better be fucking grateful for it.” Valeria hisses and no sooner are you nodding your head is she swatting at your cunt- hard.

You yelp at the sudden attention to your clit, and yelp each time she lands another blow to the swollen nub between your legs. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes between how fucking close you are and the sting from her hits.

She’s not entirely without mercy it seems- or she got bored slapping your clit and wants to watch you cum now- as the hand that is striking at you drops to your clit and rubs in tight, short circles just how you like.

Valeria laughs as you flinch in anticipation of the next swing before tensing in pleasure.

You’ve got just enough sense to squeak out “Thank you! Thank you, thank you-” in a mindless babble as your orgasm washes over you wetly. You’re messy when you climax and Valeria loves watching you squirt, evident by her delighted chuckle as you ruin the sheets.

“What kind of nasty whore gets off having her ass fucked, hm? Absolutely shameless,” Valeria goads but you’re fucked dumb and can’t possibly be expected to be paying attention anymore.

Everything gets hazy after that. At a certain point Valeria does decide she’s done with you, pulling out and laughing at how you’re such a twitchy, overstimulated mess.

When you come back to the land of the living, she’s somehow managed to coax you into the tub, the pair of you relaxing in the warm water. She’s got you tucked in between her legs, leaning against her with your nose buried in the crook of her neck.

“You back with me?” she asks, tone soft and gentle as one hand strokes at your shoulder.

“Mhmm,” you hum happily, nosing against her, sated and warm in the tub.

“Good. We’ll see about scrounging up some snacks in a bit, yeah?”

That sounds like a solid plan to you, although at the moment you’re so content in the bubble of warmth she’s got you enveloped in, you could happily stay here all night.

#my writing #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #call of duty modern warfare #x chubby reader #femslash #cod mwii

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vivgst · 19 days

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Bodyguard!Valeria

Okay first of all I kinda hate this, I'm posting it again bc I had posted it privately (bc I'm stupid like that) Uh and it's not proofread so sorry in advance

Valeria was no stranger to hard work, everything she had achieved was because she had broken her back and cried tears of blood but she did not complain.

Right now she was cursing her life and all her ancestors though, she couldn't conceive that you were the most difficult thing of all, you were unbearable, so annoying and stubborn that sometimes she wanted to just vanish into thin air and forget about her damn plan, that's how much of a pain you were for her.

Not only were you putting your life at risk but also hers, you were the wife of the spider's son and one of the reasons why she had been almost forced to watch over you was so that that fucking man wouldn't beat the crap out of you anymore because of his jealousy, however, you weren't making it easy for Valeria.

You were so manipulative, you knew very well how to use your beauty to your advantage and you were so persistent that you managed to get her into your bed and it was so inevitable for her not to give in to your pleas, those caresses that drove her crazy and those kisses that she still couldn't forget.

That night was permanently on her mind, torturing her and reminding her that even though she always had you close, she could never touch you again or her plans would probably be ruined, she had already gained the trust of too many people to make such a carnal mistake as giving in to her impulses.

“Please, it's just a-” You slurred your words out of drunkenness and she rolled her eyes, her hand pressed to your throat, you could see she was upset but you didn't give a damn, like usual.

“Shut your damn mouth, do you want to get killed? Behave". Valeria snapped and she was so sick of you, you could see it, she was tense and her jaw clenched as she looked around to make sure no one had seen you as you rubbed against her and tried to kiss her, luckily the VIP area of the club you two were in was quite secluded and no one was paying attention to you.

She kept her distance for the rest of the night, she stayed alert and watched you to make sure you didn't do something stupid but she didn't let you get too close until you arrived back at the mansion, she helped you go upstairs because you could barely walk properly and when she was going to leave you in the room you pulled her in and closed the door behind her, your husband was not there and you always took advantage of that, or at least that's what you tried to do.

"I have to take a shower". You murmured and kept pulling Valeria by the arm until you got in the bathroom, you weren’t letting her escape from you. “And you have to take care of me, what if I fall and hit my head? It will be your fault.” You grinned cynically at her and she scoffed as she shook her head, the worst part was that you were right and she hated it.

You got in the shower as soon as you undressed, the cold water ran through your whole body and made you shiver.

Her gaze inevitably ran over you from head to toe and she had to swallow hard and remind herself that the woman in front of her was forbidden, having you once had been greedy of her, she couldn't allow herself to have you again even if she wanted to... and oh how much she wanted to.

You, on the other hand, knew very well what you were doing, you slid your hands over your breasts, over your stomach until you reached your belly, you felt the heat between your legs as intense as ever, you had never been in a situation this erotic and you felt breathless, just like Valeria.

The only thing between you was the glass door, she couldn't take her eyes off your body even if she tried. It's not like she wanted to, she felt enchanted as if she was in a spell.

"Don’t do this to me". Valeria spoke almost out of breath, her voice was strained by everything she was feeling and you smiled as you put your hand between your thighs, you leaned against the shower door, the glass fogging up from your gasps and you began to massage your swollen bud that was soaking your fingers, your soft flesh was begging for another touch, it missed her hands. The water that fell on you was cold but not even that helped calm the heat you felt, the burning throughout your body.

Valeria was frozen in place, she couldn't stop looking at you, the way you touched yourself, your face, your whole body, she wanted to get into that shower and taste you until you couldn't stand up anymore, she wanted to turn you into a needy mess and feel your skin and your body against hers, it was a necessity at this point.

She couldn't control herself anymore and since she knew how things would end she preferred to run away, she left the bathroom and went into the room that your impertinent husband had assigned her, if you were sober enough to torture her that way then you were sober enough how to finish taking the damn shower without killing yourself.

She wasn't calming down, she was still panting and saying she was dripping was an understatement, she lay down on the bed and took a couple of deep breaths before cursing under her breath, doing that was giving in to all your fucking teasing but she couldn't help so she unzipped her pants in an attempt to calm the longing she felt for you right now.

And you went into the room, just what Valeria didn’t want... She growled, the tension she was feeling was enough to put her in a bad mood and now you were there to just make her feel even worse, it was a bad night, it was a bad job.

“No, get out.” Valeria spoke and you couldn't help the mischievous grin that adorned your face when you heard her, you knew that voice very well, you nibbled on your lip as you approached her bed, straddling her, your hand wrapping around her neck and the other going down her breasts, all over her torso until you put it inside her pants, you could feel how wet she was just from brushing her underwear with your fingers, her walls clenched around nothing, craving, longing to feel something inside, it was painful.

She was staring at you as she let out heavy pants, her body felt on fire and she knew she could take you off her lap if she really wanted to, you weren’t the strongest woman so she could just push you away, she could.

The question was... did she want to?

You gently caressed her over her underwear and put your hand inside, rubbing her flesh that was unusually soaked and you narrowed your eyes at her as you bit your lip, you were finally touching her again.

You lowered your fingers to her entrance and slowly sank them inside her, her walls clung to you, milking your fingers and your breath hitched in your throat, she was never this wet and the realization made you smirk, this was a first and you promised yourself right there that you would enjoy it.

“Oh… Are you ovulating?” You murmured in a mocking tone but Valeria didn't answer, she just glared at you as she gasped and you curled your fingers, rubbing that spot inside her that made her feel helpless and she whimpered. “That's why you're wet like a bitch in heat, right, honey?” You whispered softly, increasing the speed with which you massaged her g-spot.

“Screw you.” She snapped, feeling breathless, her moans were more audible now and it was killing you, you had never seen her this turned on, it was just making you feel desperate and needy.

You started grinding your hips against her thigh as you massaged her insides and she was so tight you felt like she would rip your fingers off, which meant she was close.

You pushed your thumb against her swollen nub, her thighs started to shake and you brought your lips to hers, you were doing what you wanted with her, but it wasn’t enough.

“I want you to get me out of here”. You spoke hoarsely as you kept working your fingers inside her, the heat of her insides were driving you insane. You loved feeling pleasure, but the most exciting part about having sex with Valeria was pleasuring her, making her weak until she couldn’t stop squirting.

“I will.” She breathed out, her arms clasping around your waist so she could feel you closer as her orgasm was crushing her whole body, you could feel it in your hand, the way she was tightening and tensing up, it was hot. And you moved your fingers harshly, harder just like you knew she liked it.

“I want to be with you, I don’t want to be with him”. You spoke close to her lips and she nibbled on your bottom lip, her body felt like it wasn’t hers anymore, it was yours, yours to control, to posses, she gave you the right.

“We…” Her words were silenced by her own moans, she couldn’t keep quiet like she intended to just a couple minutes ago because the feeling was overwhelming, it wasn’t just her wet cunt that was sensitive, it was her entire self, her nipples were stiff and you couldn’t see it because her bra was hugging her chest, it was uncomfortable, she wanted your soft hand around her breasts, circling her nipples, playing with that delicate skin you loved so much.

The sound of your fingers fucking her was so obscene, and soon enough you could hear how wet she was getting so you knew it was time to took them out.

Your gaze fell over your fingers, glistening with Valeria’s’ juices and you felt thirsty, you put them in your mouth and moaned as you felt her taste spread across your tongue.

The front door creaked and took you both out of the little cloud you were in. You quickly got off Valeria's lap and snuck to your room, just in time for your husband to come in and lie down next to you, thinking you were asleep or maybe not even thinking about you at all.

And you couldn't help but smirk as you imagined how happy you would be when this nightmare was over, just you, Valeria, and the empire you knew she would build.

#valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria mw2 #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #cod x reader #valeria thirst #valeria x f! reader #valeria x you #wlw #lesbian #call of duty #cod mw2 #sapphic #wlw post #cod x you #cod

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 11 months

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Cod Cucking

Requested: No

Warnings: Cucking, Choking, Recording, Slight breeding kink in the first part but no parts are actually described, oral sex, gagging, strap ons (I don’t think I got everything)

Ghost

You were dying. You were sure of it. Everything was too much for you. Too bright, too loud, too sensitive. And much too full of the cock that was being bullied into you.

“Sweet thing. Too good to me.” Mace grumbles above you, his voice barely reaching your ears, cock drunk and barely able to think. “Gonna fuck you full. Make you walk around with my cum dripping out of you. All you’re good for. Or maybe I’ll just have Simon lick it out of you, yeah?”

You heard Ghost growl at that but it had no real bite, not when he was only half listening to him, too focused on fucking his own hand, eyes locked onto your face, so expressive and dazed as Mace’s skin slaps against yours harshly, loud in his ears. Ruining you.

“Gonna give you a baby. Little piece of me to make sure you and Simon always know you’re mine now. Make him raise my baby, never letting him forget that I fucked you so good that I ruined you for him.” Mace told you before lifting his mask just enough so that he could bite deep into your shoulder, deep enough that skin caved under the pressure and blood flooded his mouth. Sure to leave a nice little scar.

Soap

“That’s it, Love. Taste so good.” Ghost groans against you, hands roughly spreading your cheeks as he gives you another long lick. “Bet Johnny doesn’t make you feel this good. Does he?” He asks, digging his nails into your ass and dragging them down your thighs, scraping open your skin.

You don’t respond, face down in the pillow, drooling over the case. Ghost grunts in annoyance at your lack of answer, flipping you over and slapping your face lightly than gripping your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes for a moment before turning you to the camera.

“Tell him, Love. Tell Johnny that I make you feel better than he ever could.” Ghost tells you, voice practically a growl. “Tell him that you’re mine. That I fuck you perfectly.”

You moan, teary eyes connecting with the flare of the lens, able to see your reflection in the little panel connected to it. “I-I belong to Ghost.” You start slowly, biting into your lip before he lays a harsh smack to your thigh, forcing the rest of the words out of your mouth. “I’m his and he fucks me better then you!”

König

“You’re hurting them.” König whimpered, soft and submissive, face flushed a bright red as he lay underneath you, your hands on his chest for some kind of balance, nails digging into his skin.

“Hmmm? They take you. I doubt I could hurt them if I tried.” Horangi grumbled, hot tongue licking a stripe up your neck, a sheen of wetness left on your skin. “Besides, I thought I told you to just shut your mouth and watch.” He says, brown eyes narrowing at him from over your shoulder.

König pursed his lips, looking between his teammate and your blissed out face. In truth you definitely weren’t in any pain but he was. Your soft belly was rubbing against his cock, teasing him in all the worst ways, leaving him pent up and frustrated, making him want to tear up from the denial. Especially since his hands were tied to the headboard, leaning him unable to reach down and fix his problem himself.

“Sweet *고양이. I know you best, huh? Pathetic Little *왕자 thinks he knows better than me but we both know he doesn’t. That’s why I get to fuck you while he gets nothing.” Horangi pants, his hand on your throat, the other on your hip.

Alejandro

“Look how he’s fighting, Cariño.” Valeria purrs in your ear, her callused hands on your chest, pinching your sore nipples. “He wants to be inside you so badly. Thinks you belong to him. But you don’t, do you? You belong to me now. All mine. Mi Cariño.”

You nodded, so fast and eager that it made her laugh, her breath hot against the skin of your neck. You took pride in the fact that she was pleased with you.

“Goooood. So good.” She says, lifting a hand to turn your chin, making you look at Alejandro. Tied to a chair with your panties stuffed into his mouth to gag him, his pants pulled to his knees so his hard aching cock was on full display, leaking precum at the sight of you being fucked so well on Valeria’s strap-on. “Tell him. Tell him you’re mine.”

“I-I’m Valeria’s.” You moan, squealing loudly when she gives you a particularly hard thrust as a reward. Your eyes rolled back into your head, drooling just a bit as Alejandro glared at Valeria, shouting obscenities through his makeshift gag.

*고양이 = Cat

*왕자 = Prince

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frogchiro · 11 months

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Hi, can you write Pervy!Alejandro and Rudy and maybe our badass queen Valeria too? I really want to see how the Pervy!141 and Graves would react to them. Only if you have the time, of course.

RAAAHH MY FIRST VALERIA ASK

Imagine that it was you instead of Soap who volunteered to go and infiltrate the house of El Sin Nombre's :(( Graves, Alejandro, Soap and Ghost all voiced their firm disagreement about that idea; you're their sweet hacker girl, all soft and meant to be kept safe, literally, since you're no trained soldier and you're meant to be in the intelligence field but your arguments were...valid. After all who would they be more vary and suspicious of, a big burly man or a young pretty woman?

And so they begrudingly let you go but Graves made you promise that one wrong move from them and they don't care about the intel anymore, they will hang El Sin Nombre by the balls if even a hair is out of place, intel be damned, so you knew that in order to not let this mission go tits up because of the overprotective men you needed to act very carefully.

Imagine Diego leading you into that interrogation room introducing you to El Sin Nombre's personal sicaria, Valeria, and the moment she saw you being shoved roughly in something just clicked in her brain. She knew she really couldn't bring herself to kill you although she threatened you and watching those big teary (e/c) eyes of yours made something deep in her belly burn.

Oooohh she was going to have fun with you <3

#cod mw2 x reader #cod x reader #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader

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answer2jeff · 4 months

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when it rolls in like thunder: teaser.

dad!carmy x hispanic mom!reader series teaser!

warnings : dad!carmy x mom!reader, reader is implied female and hispanic, tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of childbirth. obviously.

authors note : guys i know i'm late to the dad!carmy train.. but give me a chance!!! i tried so hard to not absolutely love the idea of carmen being a dad and i failed miserably. take this as an apology. and shout out to my hispanic girlies bc we deserve some fics made specifically for us !

"Levántate, princessa mia," you gently raised her chubby arms and sat Valeria up in her barred crib, the golden finish complimenting her collection of hand-me-down stuffed animals from your childhood.

You reached for her soft beige pants that rested on her little dresser next to her crib. She'd only recently grown into it, going up a size or two now that she finally turned 8 months old. You and Carmen saw them at a thrift shop in Chicago during your, although beautiful, excruciatingly long pregnancy.

He knew he had to see his little girl in them, rocking them beautifully just like her stylish and tasteful mother.

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"What do y'think, honey? I like 'em. I think she'll look so cute. Cheap for the quality, too. Damn."

Carmen felt the thickness of the fabric with his finger tips, rubbing them together through the cloth. He nodded his head in approval. He raised them up to let you get a closer look as he beamed with a grin.

"Oh, these are adorable! They're gonna take a little while for her to grow into 'em, though, no? Parasen un poco grande, amor."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if an article of clothing that you weren't even sure would fit would be worth 8 precious dollars in your joint bank account.

"Well, we don't know how big she's gonna be. She'll grow into 'em."

Carmen was pretty convincing. His voice soft and persuasive and his pure excitement for fatherhood was enough to reel you in to every proposal he made. How could you say no when he was just so enthusiastic?

"What about you, sweet girl? Huh? What do y'think?"

Carmen set the pants back down on the clothing rack, kneeling down just to slightest bit as he raised a hand to your belly. You peered down at him in awe, the sight of him already bursting with love for your child making you go weak.

And as if you couldn't be more angelic, Carmen thought you were more beautiful than ever carrying his child. He moved the palm of his hand into a slow and gentle circle.

The kick of your soon to be newborn daughter against his hand was reassuring. The two of you nearly gasped, laughing in unison at her comedic timing.

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Valeria let out squeals and babbles of impatience as you rolled her little lace socks over her small feet. The hassle of getting dressed in the morning, even after she got the leverage to make an absolute mess of her onesie while she ate breakfast in her high-chair.

Even bibs couldn't catch the sloppy mush of crushed strawberries before she'd wash it down with the liquid gold that was your breast milk. Valeria had a tendency to try and bite down during feeding when her mouth was all gums. But now that her teeth were nearly done coming in, it was an even more frequent offense. It startled you every time.

You tried switching to bottles: the ones with realistically covered and textured silicone nipples with a stopper to avoid the possible spills of milk, but they never sufficed. Valeria had to have the 'real thing,' or she was hardly ever satisfied. Carmen wondered how you did it. Well, he knew how, logistically, but he knew that it had to be emotionally and physically exhausting.

"Yes, yes, I know. I'm tryin' to hurry. Geez, you've been spoiled since birth, mija," you sighed dramatically, nodding your head and placing a kiss on Valeria's forehead, her hair tickling your philtrum.

Suddenly, you could hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. Valeria immediately squirmed vigorously and smiled ear to ear as you scooped her into your tired arms. It was like she could smell him, the way she knew immediately that it was her dad.

"Who's that? Is that Daddy?" you turned to Valeria and bounced her up and down, her little hands already flaying around as giggle after giggle escaped her mouth. Your beloved husband called out for you once or twice, quickly realizing you'd been in the nursery when he heard the sound of his girls.

"Hi, hone—Oh my goodness!" Carmen gasped, peeking his head into the heaven-like bedroom. It seemed like he was immediately drawn to Valeria like a magnet. His white t-shirt stuck to his skin from the summer heat, his baseball cap casting a shadow on his face. He almost looked a little out of breath.

He walked in while gushing at the sight of Valeria all dressed in her mothers arms. The off-white, soft lettuce-cut top paired perfectly with her socks. The white ribbon in her hair literally tying the look together.

"Dada!" Valeria pointed her little finger to him, trying to escape your embrace and jump into Carmen's arms if she truly could. She'd become especially talkative lately. But she hadn't quite figured out to greet you with a sickly sweet 'mama' whenever you came around to pepper smooches on her head and smooth, chubby cheeks. You rolled your eyes playfully as you stood beside him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Did mommy get you all dressed up this morning? Hm?" Carmen smiled sweetly at his daughter and scrunched up his nose, just to hear her laugh at his expressions. He held her close against him with his right arm so that Valeria could rest her little head against his shoulder.

"Yep, I sure did," you chuckled, letting Carmen wrap his arm around your waist and draw you in for a quick kiss. Your hand lied on top of Carmen's. Every vein and knuckle was caressed by the pad of your thumb.

"Sorry I took a while. Jus' wanted to pick up some groceries down the street,'" Carmen mumbled into your hair before planting a kiss on the top of your head. "Thank you for bein' with 'er, baby."

You only nodded your head, leaning into his touch as your eyes fluttered shut. Last night was quite a riot. But Carmy, being the gracious hero he often was, arose the moment he heard sweet Valeria crying out for touch and attention from her crib. That baby monitor was the only thing that could help Carmen's anxieties calm and let him sleep at night, but was also the only thing waking him up nowadays.

"We got a real princess on our hands, huh?" you smiled at Valeria, her head rested on Carmen's chest and her hand pressed against his peck. She looked just as content. Her curly hair was thick and full of life. Those Italian genes ran strong. With the face of her mothers, friends and family raved about your resemblance everywhere you went with her. But those bright blue eyes and small smile of hers? All Carmy.

"Two princesses on our hands," Carmen corrected you.

With the angelic face of her mothers and fierce, yet tender eyes of her father, she'd be unstoppable.

"My princesses. My girls."

She already was, actually.

#AGH this turned out so cute #i'm so excited for this series!!!#let me know what you guys think<3 #carmen berzatto #dad!carmy #dad!carmy x mom!reader #carmen berzatto x reader #mom!reader #hispanic!reader #the bear

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lieutnt · 6 months

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eating out valeria under her desk when someone comes in and she has to act like nothings happening plsplspls

I hear you anon but consider: a Valeria who doesn’t care who hears.

Those who are close enough to know the true identity of El Sin Nombre know she won’t tolerate their bullshit - the last pendejo who made a comment ended up with shattered teeth.

So when you’re underneath her desk, nose deep in her cunt as her fingers tug at your hair you barely flinch when there’s a knock at her door. She barks out a sharp, “What?”, arching into your touch as you move up to suckle at her clit.

Diego’s voice filters through the door but you can’t make out what he says, not when Valeria’s thighs tighten around your head and she uses her grip to pull you closer. You can just make out the door opening and closing, his footsteps halting on the other side of her desk.

It must be something important because her fingers tug at your hair again to pull you back and you ease up, switching to broad swipes of your tongue across her slick folds. Diego attempts to ignore you (you’re becoming a common sight between Valeria’s thighs), instead keeping his eyes locked on Valeria as he delivers the information he needed to.

With a nod she dismisses him, fingers carding through your hair and nails scratching your scalp so she can pull you until you’re peering up at her from between her legs. Arousal curls in her belly when your eyes connect, pupils blown wide and face shining with slick and saliva.

“We’ll have to finish this later perrito, go and get yourself ready.” She shuffles back in her chair, standing as you do and fastening her pants. You wipe away the evidence on your face and Valeria grabs you by the collar, pulling you close so she can smash your mouths together, humming as you let her dominate. Finally when you break apart she taps your cheek, “Good boy.”

#valeria garza #valeria garza x male reader #male reader #top male reader #call of duty #lieutnts drabbles #lieutnts writings

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az-flaming-sword · 6 months

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"Gonna show you, how to behave cariño" // Valeria Garza x Fem! Reader

Warnings: smut-18+, sexual content, spanking, pet names, well- kinda gay obviously since fem! Reader

Tried something new with this writing style using (Y/N)

Word count: 1,5k

Spanish translation at the end !!

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Valeria knew from the beginning that (Y/N) can be a brat.

And it was easy for her to handle that girl.

"Gonna have to teach you how to behave, cariño?" Valeria would say. And how she loves to ruin her conejito. Valeria was trying to get through to (Y/N), but she was so stubborn, ignoring Valeria just because (Y/N) had to wake up without her. It was late in the evening, Valeria sat on the bed, waiting when she heard her little princess enter their home.

(Y/N) entered the bedroom, taking off her jacket, still ignoring Valeria.

"Cariño. Still ignoring me? That’s not how good girls behave."

There was still no sign coming from (Y/N), even if she wants to cuddle. She won’t give in to Valeria. She took off her clothes, changing into something comfy, ignoring Valeria, even when she lays there in bed. Silence filled the room for a few minutes, until Valeria moved.

"Mi amor. Look at me. Now." (Y/N) stayed stubborn. Until Valerias nails digging harshly, yet softly into her cheeks while she gripped her chin.

"Do you want to go that way? Is it that? Oh you better get ready then because I will ruin you tonight, mi amor..~"

Valeria knew what she has to say to make her girlfriend weak. It doesn’t matter if it’s soft or rough, but only good girls deserve to be treated softly.

Valerias hands wandering over (Y/N)'s soft skin on her belly, leaving goosebumps. Valeria loves touching her there because she knew how sensitive her darling is on exactly that spot. You could say that Valeria knows (Y/N)'s body better, than (Y/N) herself.

But of course she was stubborn. She won’t make any sounds because of Valeria's teasing. She won’t give in to Val. Not when she already came so far with ignoring her today. That’s why (Y/N) tried to avoid her touch and turned away again, completely ignoring her partner.

She closed her eyes when Valeria started to squeeze her thighs.

"Do I have to remind you who of us is in charge and what happens if you continue being so stubborn, chica?"

Nothing. But Valeria knew that her precious but stubborn (Y/N) is no longer so resistant.

Valerias hands going further up under (Y/N)'s shirt, pulling the piece of fabric with her.

"Look at your goosebumps. You’re enjoying my touch, chica." Valeria's voice makes clear how much she enjoys to be im control. She pushed (Y/N) into the sheets beneath her.

"Gonna show you how I treat girls like you. Walking around with those thight clothes today to tease me while ignoring me. Seriously, did you saw how those big guys were looking at you? That’s my job. Solo yo puedo mirarte asi."

In one swift morion, Valeria pulled (Y/N) onto her back, pressing her into the sheets. Her hands gripping her thighs harshly, squeezing them to make (Y/N) gasp for air.

"You know how perfect this is, you, wearing only your cute little panties and a white shirt. Making it so easy for me. That’s what you wanted right?~"

Valerias lips finding the soft flesh of her girlfriend’s thighs, hot wet kisses. And leaving small marks on (Y/N)'s most sensitive spots, making her squirm and whimper.

"V-valeria.. n.. not there.. por favor…"

Valeria looked up from between (Y/N)'s thighs, not stopping until she pulled off the other womans panties, jerking them aside and pulling her shirt of to leave her naked under Valeria’s gaze. "Te ves tan bien.."

Without any warning, Valeria’s fingers glide between (Y/N)'s folds, already so wet.

But (Y/N) didn’t wanted to give in completely. Giving no sounds from her while Valeria teased the younger woman’s clit in rough circles. But (Y/N) was stubborn, you could almost say stubborn is her second name. And then Valeria sighs and twirls (Y/N) on her belly, spreading her legs and pulling her ass up.

Slap.

(Y/N) gasped and bite her lip to muffle a moan. Another slap hot tears shooting into her eyes, pain and arousal mixing together. Another slap. "Let me hear your pretty voice." And a moan left the other woman’s lips when she felt another wave of pain and pleasure floating her body. "That’s it." Valeria spitted those words, two of her fingers pushing deep into (Y/N)'s little cunt.

"Squeezing my fingers so well, mi puta sucia. ¿Quieres que todos los hombres presten atención? ¿Sí? Oh chica, I am so much better than any man. Remember that you’re mine."

(Y/N) was sobbing, too overwhelmed from the pain, the pleasure and Valerias harsh words.

Moans leaving her lips every then and now, Valeria was finally able to get through (Y/N)'s stubbornness. Her legs shaking, her ass high up and red from all the spanking. Valeria’s fingers never stopping the work, pushing in and our of (Y/N)'s pussy. "Making such a mess." Valeria smirked before pulled her fingers away, leaving (Y/N) empty, not for long. She twirled her around again on her back yanking (Y/N)'s legs over her shoulder, staring at the wet cunt in front of her, licking her lips. (Y/N) wanted to touch Valeria, but she didn’t even made it so far. "Chica mala. Who said that you can touch me. Come on, hands up to the headboard."

(Y/N) shook her head, "No. I want to touch you," Valerias nails digging into the younger woman’s thighs, a little painful. "That’s a punishment." (Y/N) was tied to the headboard with those fluffy handcuffs. She became whiny while Valeria started to touch her again, her over sensitive clit. After all, Valeria stopped moments ago, close to (Y/N)'s orgasm. Valeria smirked, leaning down to lick over (Y/N)'s wet folds, nose pressed against the younger woman’s clit while her tongue dipped in and out of her cunt. Whimper and whines leaving (Y)N)'s lips. She was sensitive. More than that. Almost crying because Valeria won’t let her simply cum. That would be too good. "Mami~ Por Favor, por favor.. please…"

She whined, making Valeria smirk. Tears shining in the younger woman’s eyes. Valeria didn’t stopped, eating her girlfriend out and enjoying how she's squirming and all whiny.

And then some cries and sobs when Valeria pulled away, so close to (Y/N)'s sweet release.

"Why did you stop..?"

"Eso es lo que merecen las chicas malas. You don’t deserve it yet. Make Mami happy and you will receive what you desire, conejito." Valeria started to take off her clothes, layer by layer. "Like what you see?~" she purred and then crawled on top of (Y/N), Valeria’s wet pussy now over the younger woman’s face. (Y/N) placed her hands eagerly on Valerias thighs, now that she was free again, biting her lip when Valeria sat a little down. (Y/N) didn’t hesitate, letting her tongue slip over Valerias clit, eagerly using her pretty little mouth to please Valeria, doing her best. She twirled her tongue around the sensitive bud of nerves making the slightly older woman inhale sharply before sucking a little and dipping her tongue in and out of the cunt, right above her face.

Valerias breathing became more heavy and faster, she gripped (Y/N)s hair a little, grinding her hip a little back and forth, chasing her own orgasm. And then she squeezed (Y/N)s head between her thighs while she came, and as obedient as (Y/N) was in that very moment, she welcomed the mess, slurring every single drop from Valeria.

"Such a good little girl.." Valeria got down from (Y/N)s face and back between her thighs. "What do you want, mi cariño..? My tongue.. or my fingers..? Or your favorite toy..? Or would you like to ride my thighs or tits..?" "All.. please…por favor…" Valeria bit her lip when she heard her darling pleading for everything. "So greedy…" But she started her work, using her tongue and fingers first before she pulled (Y/N) on her lap to let her bounce on Valerias fingers.

"Esa es un buena chica ahora.." Valeria praised her, watching her girlfriend.

"Squeezing my fingers like that and making a mess on my lap… no pares déjame verte correrte en mis dedos.." Valeria curled her fingers, making the other woman gasp and whimper. "I'm close.." (Y/N) whined, she never stopped bouncing on Valerias lap, using her fingers and soaking them completely. A few more curles of Valerias finger, her palm rubbing on the other woman’s clit and it was over with (Y/N) as she came, whining and sobbing Valerias name during the heights of her pleasure. Both women were cooled down after a few minutes, (Y/N) curled up on Valerias lap, relaxing now. "I’m sorry.." Valeria smiled when her favorite girl apologized again. "All good now, cariño..~ just had to remind you again, right..?~" Valeria pressed a gentle kiss on (Y/N)s forehead and wrapped the two of them up in a cozy blanket.

"Te amo.. mi corazón.." Valeria whispered, now that everything was set again. After all it was true, she never loved someone as much as she loves her (Y/N). She never did, she never will. (Y/N) is her little soft spot.

"Yo también te amo…"

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Translations: (let me know if there are mistakes)

•cariño — dear

•Solo yo puedo mirarte así – only I can look at you like that

•por favor — please

•Te ves tan bien – you look so good

•Mi puta sucia. ¿Quieres que todos los hombres prestan atención? — My dirty slut, you want all the men’s attention?

•chica mala — bad girl

•Eso es lo que merecen las chicas malas — that’s what bad girls deserve

•conejito — bunny/little bunny

•Esa es un buena chica ahora — that’s a good girl now

•No pares déjame verte correrte en mis dedos — let me see you cum on my fingers

•Te amo, mi corazón — I love you, my heart

•Yo también te amo — I love you too

My masterpost

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria mw2 #call of duty smut #call of duty x reader #valeria x reader #valeria garza x reader #female reader #cod x reader #cod smut #cod x y/n

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secret-cod-thoughts · 5 months

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valeria with a strong bodyguard s/o? thats her subordinate that thinks more with her muscles than her brain?

Valeria does seem like the type of person to hire someone with more muscles then brains...

You were hired to follow her everywhere and protect her. There wasn't much to think about that, anyways. You went where she did- the mall, social events for the Mexican underground, her gang's hideout, her house...

At first, she wasn't even fond of you, she insulted you and made comments about how someone with so many muscles couldn't possibly be as stupid as you are, how no matter how many muscles you have, your brain will never develop a wrinkle...

Then, she eventually started to get fond of you. The insults slowly stopped, her comments reduced to a minimum and she began tolerating your existence. It wasn't long until she started to ask about your opinions on certain matters, making small talk, getting to know you and realizing you aren't all that stupid.

You were actually pretty smart and made some good decisions that helped her cartel... You just acted stupid because it was easier.

One day, when you two went back to her house, she actually invited you inside, instead of you staying outside in your car for a couple of hours before driving off... You two started talking and she even broke out a bottle of wine...

After a few hours, Valeria and you were pleasantly buzzed, giggling at nothing before she started to flirt with you and you, quite boldly, flirted back.

One thing lead to another and before you know it, you were on your belly on her bed, knees and ass up, Valeria fucking you with the biggest strap-on she has. Her left hand was in your hair, gripping it tightly and holding your head up, so she can hear you moan, whimper and scream for her...

Her right hand was playing with your clit/cock, while she thrust into you like a wild animal, a wicked smirk on her face, her mouth spewing praises and insults, just making you feel more and more fuzzy, slowly becoming stupid on her strap...

(Que chica tan linda/que chico lindo, te sientes bien? ¿Mamá te hace sentir bien? Tomando mi polla tan bien...)

#modern warfare 2 #modern warfare ii #valeria mw2 #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader

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burbur-49 · 5 months

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The Best Gift

A/n: I've mixed Kortac&141 so I have more character reactions. There is a cut/banner where the smut starts if you only want fluff. Happy holidays, Merry Christmas, enjoy your day, and here's a little König fluff as a present from me to you <3

word count: 1,177

Cw: Fem!reader, Pregnant reader, Octo!König, small bit of smut, fingering, kissing, nipple play, hand job, a smidge of breast milk drinking (please tell me if there's a better way to say that)

divider by @petal-pxl

It’s not the first time you’ve been here, at a small Christmas party with some of König’s work friends; Valeria, Nikto, Horangi, Simon, Johnny, Price, Kyle. You’ve worked with them all before you got pregnant. Currently, you’re sitting on the couch, watching your three sons play with their new toys they just got. Your youngest boy, who hasn’t been born yet, is pressing your bladder, so you tap König’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom right quick.” You say as you stand.

“Okay, liebling, be careful.” He says as he gives your hand a parting kiss and your rear a tap.

You go to the bathroom to relieve yourself. When you’re done and washing your hands, you look at yourself in the mirror, and then down your belly, where the little baby is growing.

“Little guy, could you please get off my bladder? I’d appreciate it greatly.” You say with a slight laugh as you feel the little baby kick in response to your words.

You get lost in thought about the future. You and König never thought about getting married, you guys were okay with just cohabitating for the rest of your lives. You got pregnant with your first child, and that didn’t change anything, got pregnant with your twins, that’s when a little seed of marriage was planted in your mind. Now that you’re pregnant with your fourth baby, that seed has grown into a tree. You’ve thought about bringing it up, but there never seems to be a good time, especially with the kids.

You sigh to yourself before drying off your hands and leaving the bathroom. Once you’re back in the living room, you notice the absence of your boys and König. You look around a bit, their toys are cleaned up, all the wrapping paper trash has been thrown away, Price is smoking a cigar, Nikto and Valeria are talking in the kitchen, Johnny and Kyle are talking, but no Horangi or Simon. Where are they? You walk over to Price, who when he notices your presence, puts out his cigar in courtesy, and sit next to him.

“Do you know where they went?” You say, referring to your kids and the three men.

“Went outside for a moment, they’ll be back.” He says with a soft smile.

It takes about fifteen minutes before you hear a gruff “Shit” from Simon, along with a bang. He probably stubbed his toe. That thought makes you laugh. Simon and Horangi are bringing something into the house, they roll it into the living room, and stop it right in front of you. It’s a fish tank, not a big one, but not a small one, it’s decent sized. After they put it in front of you, they sit down on the couch.

After a few seconds, Marry Me by Jason Derulo starts playing, but you haven’t heard it enough to know it by just the first thirty seconds. As the song starts playing, you see three little octopi start swimming around the tank, a yellow one and two black ones, your sons. They’re swimming around it and putting up a bunch of little things. Once they’re done, König is sitting next to a little treasure chest, staring up at you with his big, round eyes. When the song says “Will you marry me?” König opens the little chest and on the inside is a ring. One with a decent sized diamond, not a flashy one. Your eyes water and you bring a hand up to your mouth and nod your head yes.

“Yes, yes!” You happily sob out.

König slips out of the tank, the ring being held by one of his tentacles. He crawls over to your left hand and slips the ring onto your ring finger. He transforms back to his human form, takes your hand away from your face, and gently kisses you.

“Meine Frau… You make me the happiest man alive, and now you’ve made me the happiest man in the universe…. Ich liebe dich.” He murmurs before kissing you again.

You can’t help the tears that keep falling, be it your natural reaction or the added hormones from being pregnant. When you look back at the tank, all three of your kids are staring at you and their father.

“Not your Frau yet, but your fiancé.” You say with a teasing giggle.

König gets a sad puppy look, and you can see your sons giggling at their father.

“You will be my Frau someday soon.” He says just as teasingly but with a tone of seriousness.

As you kiss again you hear claps and congratulations from everyone in the room, and a particularly loud ‘Woooo!’ from Johnny which makes you laugh once again. The whole rest of the night, König doesn’t take his hand off yours. He might be more enamored with the ring than you are. You watch as your kids play in the tank, chasing each other around, play fighting, playing hide and seek, snowball fights with the rocks in the bottom of the tank, etc. You end up scolding them for that last one.

When you get home and the boys are in bed asleep, you and König are in bed, but not sleeping. You’re facing König while kissing him, with your left hand wrapped around his cock. König’s slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt while his other hand plays with your breast. You moan and whimper into his mouth as he touches you in all the right places. He pulls his mouth away from yours, and down to your breast.

He peppers kisses all over your breast, until he gets to your nipple. He takes your nipple into his mouth and starts licking, sucking, and gently biting it. When he does this, your hand’s movements on his cock stutter before matching the pace of his hand that’s thrusting in and out of you. He speeds up and so do you.

His palm rubs on your clit, adding to your pleasure, bringing you closer to the edge. He knows your body like it’s his own. He’s pressing each and every one of the buttons that make you see stars. You’re quickly cumming on his fingers, suppressing your moan so that it comes out as a high-pitched whimper.

As you come, a dribble of breast milk trickles from your nipple and into König’s mouth. The sensation and taste of it along with your hand’s movement, König cums with a loud, but not too loud, moan.

“Gott, Ich liebe dich.” He murmurs into the crook of your neck.

He sleepily gets up and grabs a towel to wipe you off, and your favorite set of pjs. He wipes you, and himself, off, and gently eases you into your clothing before crawling into bed next to you. He tucks you into his chest, protectively cradling you and his soon-to-be born baby. Long after you’ve fallen asleep, he’s still staring at you and the ring on your finger.

Best. Decision. Ever.

#könig x fem reader #könig x reader #octo!könig #octo!babies #könig smut

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morbid-mutt · 5 months

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This is just a little thing I wrote after being inspired by the AI Cover Swing - Simon "Ghost" Riley. I hope you enjoy! Look forward to more COD fics in the future. (Especially König, my beloved)

Music cascaded through the dimly lit club as the scent of cigars filled the air. Y/N stood near one of the several bars situated throughout the establishment, dressed in a sleek black button-up and black trousers that hugged his form. The Private's eyes scanned over the mass of dancing bodies, the earpiece he wore buzzing to life before Price's voice invaded his senses.

"Alright, men. Gather any intel you can manage about the Narcos deal with Russia. Keep a low profile. We meet up at midnight."

With that, Y/N pushed away from the bar with a drink held in his hand as he ventured through the crowd. He would be lying if he didn't say he was nervous. This was his first big mission after joining Task Force 141, and he was determined to make an impression. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Gaz casually chatting with a stunning woman with his arm slung across her shoulders. The older soldier caught his gaze over her shoulder before nodding, the smile returning to his face as he engaged the woman again.

Y/N situated himself in a far corner of the club, hoping to get a better vantage point of the bustling crowd. His ear pricked at the sound of hushed voices exchanging words back and forth in Spanish.

"Fucking gringos. Why the fuck is Valeria even making a deal with these idiots."

Y/N's eyes narrowed at the sound of the infamous Sin Nombre's actual name, casually bringing the glass of scotch to his lips and taking a sip. The liquor burned in his throat and warmed his body as it slid down to settle in his belly. Bingo.

"Keep it down. Do you want to get your shit kicked in by one of Makarov's men?"

Y/N clenched his jaw as he fought the creeping tension gathering in his shoulders. This mission was intended to be recon only, but this might be stickier than planned. He tossed his head back, downing the remainder of his drink before setting the empty glass down on a nearby table with a clink.

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He knew he had to act fast if they were going to gather any helpful information before the night was over. He scanned the room once more, taking note of the exits and the location of his team members. He spotted Soap near the dance floor, blending in with the crowd effortlessly as he gathered intel. He was glad to have experienced soldiers like Soap and Gaz on his team.

As Y/N made his way toward the group of men speaking in Spanish, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear in his gut. What if he got caught? What if he blew his cover? But he pushed those thoughts aside, reminding himself of his training and the importance of this mission.

He approached the group with a confident stride, his expression neutral. "Excuse me, gentlemen. Mind if I join you?" he said in flawless Spanish, a small smile playing on his lips. The men looked him up and down, sizing him up before one of them spoke up.

"What do you want?" he said, eyeing Y/N suspiciously.

Y/N kept his cool, "Just some friendly conversation. I couldn't help but overhear your discussion about El Sin Nombre's deal with Makarov. Care to share any more details?"

The men looked at each other, weighing their options before one of them spoke up. "Why should we trust you?"

Y/N took a step closer, his eyes locking with the man's. "Because I'm a businessman, just like you. And I know a good deal when I see one."

The men exchanged a few more words in Spanish before one of them leaned in and whispered something in Y/N's ear. Y/N nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he made mental notes of everything he was hearing.

As the group dispersed, Y/N returned to the bar, his mind racing with the information he had gathered. He needed to warn the others before things got out of hand. His eyes swept over the club before settling on a familiar masked face.

The Private pushed his way through the crowd of swaying bodies as he approached the edge of the dance floor. Y/N stopped a few feet from the Lieutenant, suppressing a snicker at the large man's appearance. He was dressed in an outfit much similar to his own, with the addition of a surgical-style skull mask covering half of his face. His tousled blonde hair was slicked back with gel. Even from where he stood, he could see the outline of his powerful muscles where the button-up clung to him.

Y/N was used to seeing the Brit dressed in his standard tactical gear, so seeing him dressed like this was almost funny. Ghost's eyes narrowed at the sound, turning to face the nearby Private. He approached the shorter male in a few quick strides as the current song faded out.

Y/N shook his head, the smile tugging at his lips faltering as he looked up at him. He needed to stay focused on the mission.

"LT, I gathered intel on a possible meeting. Sounds like Valeria and Makarov are going to gather here tonight."

Riley's eyes flickered between the people surrounding them as trumpets blared, signaling the beginning of the next song. Y/N nearly jumped out of his skin as a rough, calloused hand wrapped around his wrist. "Blend in."

"What-?" The Private's words stuck in his throat as his superior tugged him onto the dance floor. "Just follow my lead."

Ghost's hand lifted to rest on his waist as his other hand slid down to capture Y/N's hand in his. The Private's eyes widened in surprise as he stuttered up at the larger man.

"S-Sir, I don't know how to-"

Y/N stumbled a bit as Ghost led him onto the dance floor but soon found his footing as the rhythm of the music took hold of him. As they moved together, Y/N couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement coursing through him. The way Ghost moved was like nothing he had ever seen before, his body fluid and graceful as he led Y/N in a passionate dance.

The Private's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up into Ghost's eyes, feeling a connection between them that he couldn't explain. Ghost's eyes never left Y/N's as they moved together, their bodies pressed close as they swayed to the music.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh as Ghost spun him by his hand, jumping as another set of hands gripped his hips. Suddenly, he found himself pressed against a different body, looking up at the smirking face of Sergeant "Soap" MacTavish. "Evening, Private. Can I have this dance?"

The Private's voice was caught in his throat, unable to answer as Soap's hands moved to wrap his arms around his broad shoulders before returning his own hands to Y/N's hips.

Soap wasn't nearly as graceful with his movements as Ghost's, swaying their bodies together to the rhythm of the music. The smirk on the Sergeant's face never faltered as their feet shuffled against the floor. Y/N couldn't fight the smile that pulled at his own lips, finding his superior's playful nature infectious.

It wasn't long before Ghost's arms wrapped around him once more, pulling his back against his muscled body as he danced between the two men. "Alright, Y/N. Give us the low down." Ghost's gruff voice thrummed against his ear, slightly muffled by his mask. The Private struggled to find his voice with Soap's hand pressed against the small of his back while Ghost's hands rested on either of his hips.

"I-I'm not sure when or where, but it sounds like Sin Nombre and Makarov are meeting tonight. Overheard it from a few of Valeria's men."

Soap grunted in acknowledgment while his hips continued to sway in tandem with the other two men. "Doesn't sound too good. LT? What should we do?" Ghost hummed in thought, his intense blue gaze meeting the Sergeant's. "I'm not too sure, Johnny. Relay with Price and see what he thinks is the best move."

Soap released Y/N from his grasp, nodding his head to the two. He leaned down with a smirk as his eyes connected with the Private’s gaze, “Well, we’ll have to finish this another time then, won’t we?” before disappearing into the crowd. Ghost spun the Private in his hands, returning to their dancing position once again.

As the song reached its climax, Ghost spun Y/N around before dipping him low, their faces just inches apart. Y/N's breath caught in his throat as he looked up at the man who held him so effortlessly.

His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, his cheeks warming into a blush at the close proximity of Ghost's masked face. A crowd had gathered around them, watching the performance between the trio. There was a buzz of static in his ear before Price's voice came over the earpiece.

"So much for a low profile. Alright, lovebirds. Focus on the mission."

Ghost cleared his throat before lifting Y/N upright once more. His hand lingered on the Private's waist, if only for a moment, before he leaned down to speak against his ear. "Good work." The Lieutenant let his hand fall from the curve of Y/N's hip before pushing his way through the crowd of dancing bodies.

Y/N's heart pounded in his chest as he stood there, unable to process what had just happened. He shook the clouded thoughts from his mind before returning to the bar. He raised a hand to flag over the bartender, raising his voice to speak above the music that had begun to play once more. “Bossman, another scotch, if you will.”

Just as he was bringing the glass of his drink to his lips, Price’s voice sounded over the comms. “Evac in 10. Too many civilians to engage with the Narcos and Makarov’s men.” Y/n let out a sigh before tossing his head back and downing the scotch in one gulp, the liquor warming his body. The Private sighed as he pushed away from the bar and approached the club entrance, where he met up with the rest of his teammates. Gaz had a shit-eating grin on his expression while his eyes flitted between Ghost, Soap, and Y/N.

“Lose the smirk, Garrick.” Ghost’s rough voice barked as Soap lifted his hand to hide the laugh that escaped him. A large SUV pulled up just outside the doors and honked its horn. The group of soldiers filed out the door before climbing into the waiting vehicle. Y/N found himself between the two men for the second time of the night, his cheeks involuntarily warming with a blush as he was practically squeezed between their hulking forms.

Y/N dared a glance up at Ghost, noticing he was staring straight ahead, his face creased in its usual stoic and unreadable expression. He turned his head before looking up at the Scotsman on his other side, who caught his glance and winked slyly down at him. The Private cleared his throat and forced his eyes forward, his stomach clenching with nerves. The drive back to the base felt like it went on for an eternity; an odd tension crackling in the air between the Private and his superiors sat on either side of him. ---

Several days had passed since Task Force 141’s undercover mission, and Y/N found himself sitting in the briefing room as Captain Price discussed the next steps in their plan to infiltrate the deal between their enemies. His eyes were trained forward on his Captain as he spoke, paying close attention to his instructions before a quiet humming caught his attention. Wait. Is that what he thought it was? Y/N glanced over at Ghost, who sat a few seats away, the blue orbs of his eyes focused on his underling as he hummed. The Private could tell from the slight crinkle of Ghost’s eyes through the hole in his mask that he was smirking.

He blinked his eyes rapidly before turning his head back towards the front of the room. He must be imagining things. Just as he started paying attention to Price’s words once more, he heard it again. This time, the humming was accompanied by the sound of someone’s foot tapping against the tile floor. There’s no way this was actually happening.

Y/N turned his head to stare at the duo with an incredulous expression on his face. The Lieutenant was humming the melody of the song that they had danced to as Soap’s foot tapped the beat with his boot. The Sergeant’s lips tugged into a smirk once he saw that Y/N had noticed their actions. The Private’s cheeks burned even hotter as he forced his gaze forward again, desperately fighting to stay focused on the briefing.

Once the meeting was over, Y/N made his way into the common room of the barracks, settling down onto one of the couches with a sigh. He let his eyes fall closed as his head leaned back against the cushioned seat. This upcoming mission wasn’t going to be easy by any means and likely dangerous. He was determined to earn his place amongst the other soldiers on his team, so he would give it his best no matter what. His mind was so distracted that he didn’t notice when an all too familiar duo made their way into the room, only opening his eyes when a quiet click sounded from the corner of the room.

Music began to play from a speaker as Y/N sat up from his position on the couch, his eyes widening as he looked at his superior officers. “I said we’d have to finish this later, didn’t I?” Soap said, his voice laced with his thick Scottish accent. Ghost silently made his way to the couch, taking Y/N’s hand in his own before leading him into the middle of the room.

The Private’s voice caught in his throat, unable to form words aside from stuttering unintelligibly. The thoughts of the upcoming mission completely disappeared from his mind, only able to focus on the feeling of Ghost’s rough hand against his own as he lifted it up to wrap around his shoulder before doing the same with his other arm. The Lieutenant’s own hands shifted to rest on his hips, guiding them to sway to the sound of the music.

Shortly after, another pair of hands joined Ghost’s on his hips as he felt Soap’s body press warmly against his back. Y/N stammered as his cheeks burned hot yet again, overwhelmed by the closeness of his teammates. He could practically feel the warm breath of Soap’s words against the shell of his ear as he spoke. “Ya know, Simon and I have been talking. About that night..”

Ghost gave a slight nod of his head in agreement, his eyes staring intently down at Y/N as Soap continued, “We couldn’t help but notice how perfectly you fit between us when we were dancing..” Y/N’s mouth dropped open, unable to process the words that were being spoken. Soap’s lips moved to brush against the nape of his neck, goosebumps raising against his skin. The Private gulped loudly as a shiver ran through his body at the feeling of lips against his sensitive neck.

“So what do you say, kid?” Ghost finally spoke up, his gruff voice tinged with something that Y/N couldn’t read. The Brit leaned down, invading his personal space as the trio swayed to the beat of the music. “Wanna be our dancing partner?”

Soap’s lips brushed against his neck as he spoke again, his fingers tightening their grip on his hips, “Please, say yes.” Heat spread through Y/N’s body as he hesitated momentarily, mulling over his thoughts. Finally, he breathed in a trembling breath before nodding his head, “Y-yeah, alright.”

With that, Soap’s lips tugged into a smile before he began pressing kisses along Y/N’s neck and shoulders. Ghost chuckled deeply in his chest before releasing one hand from the Private’s hip, reaching up to push his mask just beneath his nose. His scarred lips were quirked into a smile of his own as he leaned down further, his eyes seeking permission in the Private’s eyes.

Y/N gave a minute nod of his head before Ghost’s lips pressed against his own in a slow kiss. Butterflies crashed around the Private’s stomach as he returned the kiss, wracking his brain. This didn’t feel real. Was he dreaming? Johnny’s voice whispered against his ear as the Lieutenant pulled away from the kiss. “My turn now.” The Sergeant’s gloved hand moved from his hip to cup the smaller male’s cheek, guiding his head to look over his shoulder as his lips pressed against Y/N’s. The prickle of his stubble rubbed against his chin as he returned the kiss once more.

Soap pulled away from the kiss with a smile, his hand returning to his hip as the song drew to an end; the three men lost in their own little world, even if only for the night.

“Stay with me, Sway with me.~”

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vivgst · 4 months

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Valeria as your boss, what could go wrong?

Working for El Sin Nombre was weird, to say the least. You couldn't see your colleagues as friends, you didn't go out for drinks together, they were tense all the time waiting for Valeria's wrath, she was a stubborn and perfectionist woman, the kind of person who believed in perfection but only if it came from her.

The reason for her anger on that particular night was you.

You did something stupid, you exposed yourself and by doing so you exposed her too, it was dangerous, reckless and something worthy of someone incapable. Valeria hated inexperienced people.

“I'm sorry, I-I didn't know there were more people and someone-“.

“¡Puta madre!” Her yelling must have echoed throughout the base, you didn't understand what she was saying but there was no need, it was obvious and she continued shouting insults in Spanish that made you tense up. “If you expose yourself, you expose me and everything goes to hell.” She gave you an angry look, her chest rising and falling quickly.

“But it's a mistake, you always treat us like we're the only ones who've been careless, but you got caught once.” You blurted out of nowhere and instantly regretted it when she turned to look at you once again, you felt like you were in a horror movie, with no way out.

“¿Qué chingados dijiste? Say it again.” She got closer to you, closer than you would have allowed and you reflexively lowered your gaze to the ground but she wrapped her hand in your hair and pulled, making you look at her, it was somehow passionate, that fire that was noticeable in her eyes and for a moment you couldn't help but wonder if she was that intense in every area of her life. “Say it again.” She whispered and pulled harder on your hair, you gasped. It wasn't unbearably painful, but it did the job.

“They caught you, they tricked you and you fell in their trap.” You repeated, your heart was beating wildly and you were beginning to tremble slightly, it was not fear but the adrenaline of challenging her, she tilted her head, her hand went down to the back of your neck and she slammed you against the wall, pressing her body against yours to bring her lips close to your ear.

“It's the first and last time you'll make a mistake like that, güera. El Sin Nombre does not give second chances.” She pressed the back of your neck harder to pull away from you and walked out of there, leaving you nervous and confused.

What the hell was that?

Her hands followed you in your dreams that night, they squeezed your neck, left you breathless and caressed you intensely, with the characteristic intensity of a woman like her.

They went down your entire belly, touching you hungrily and got between your legs, you wanted to moan but you were so weak... her touch prevented you from doing anything more than enjoying her, her hands. No man had ever touched you like that.

You woke up in the early morning gasping for air and feeling ashamed of yourself, you were covered in sweat.

And wet.

You looked around your room to confirm that no one was there and threw your head back letting out a sigh, you hated yourself, how could you even think about it?

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 11 days

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Broken Hallelujah

Requested: No

Warnings: Female!Reader (Female genitalia and use of the word girl), Nun!Reader, Succubus!Valeria, fingering, the sapphic yearning of a nun and a succubus. Idk man, it’s actually pretty tame because everytime I thought about this idea my brain went fuzzy.

She was here again.

You could feel it, the fiery lustful stare that bore into your closed eyes. The almost non existent press of her body against yours, like she was floating just above you. You opened your eyes, once more expecting to see the brief flash of black hair and curved horns, hear the flap of leathery wings. But none of that this time, unusual for her. She liked having you know that she was there, a living ghost that haunted your steps. Ice cold fingers trailing down the spokes of your spine, breathe hot like burning coals on the back of your neck as you laced your fingers together and prayed. Prayed for forgiveness from your sins, from the wet and wanton heat that dripped between your thighs, praying for salvation after fucking yourself to the sound of demonic giggles and the feel of ghost-like touches.

Praying for forgiveness for never asking for protection instead. Unable to even think the words, unwilling to think them. Because you knew deep in your heart, in your bones, in your soul.

You didn’t want her gone.

You liked having her around. Liked her touches, her voice, her heat. You liked the little glimpses you could get of her, lingering in your shadow, the silhouette of her fingers entangling with hers. For the first time in a very long time, you felt full. Full of warmth and want and devoid of the pain and loneliness that had often plagued your heart. Those feelings were what drove you towards your faith. The idea that even when scorned by the people around you, there was someone that loved you. Even if just one person that you could never see or feel or hear, someone cared. Cared enough to die for you, take you into their arms some day when your time was up.

But she was none of those things. She was solid, though not always visible. But you knew she was there. You didn’t have to have faith when you knew the facts of her. When she, at times, felt more real than you or the people around you did.

“Mi Sol.” The wind whispered, curling in your ear and sending heat running down your spine. Sinful pleasure unlike anything else.

“Mi Luna.” You whispered back, shuddering when you felt something akin to claws running down your back, the scratch of them burning pleasantly. You couldn’t help but imagine those same nails running over your belly, along your breasts, against your throat. Leaving trails of blood in their wake.

Temptation. As sweet as it was sinful.

You shuddered in the sudden absence of her warmth, a pitiful whine catching in your throat, choking you like the noose the devil wrapped around your throat when he sent his demoness to haunt your shadow.

You forced a breath, fingers shaking when you reached for the veil placed on your nightstand. Black fabric just within reach before it was suddenly thrown across the room, concealed in a corner too dark to be seen by the light of your candle.

“Mi sol.” She growled again, more insistent, and you could feel her breath like fire against the crook of your neck, her plush lips dragging up to wrap around your lobe, wet tongue sliding along your flesh. “Mía. Mía. Mía.”

“Mi Luna.” You whimper, thighs twitching when your nightgown seems to lift all on its own, invisible fingers ghosting along the band of your underwear, the tips dipping under the elastic to trail over the curve of your belly, petting down the soft hairs that lay there.

“What is it you want, Mi Sol?” She asks, sharpened teeth pricking at your skin, sure to draw blood if you moved even slightly. “You have to tell me. You have to say it.”

“I can’t.” Is your weak reply, one that earns you a sharp bite to the meat of your shoulder, forcing a heavy cry from your lips.

“You have to say it, Mi Sol.” She hisses, warm fingers sliding lower, combing through the thick patch of curls between your legs before descending even lower, just barely out of reach of that bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex. “You have to say it or I can’t give you what you want.”

“I can’t.” You try to persist, swiftly punished with a hard pinch to your aching clit that had you crying out with pain, hips jerking forward.

“You can.” She says, and you could practically hear the condescending sneer she must be wearing on her face. “And you will.”

It was the last thing she said before ripping your underwear from you, calloused fingertips immediately zeroing in on your twitching hole, rubbing around it in loose circles, playing with the wetness that laid there while her other hand moved to cup your breast, weighing it in her hand before giving it a firm squeeze that had you shaking.

“So beautiful, Mi Sol.” She hummed, thumbing at your hardened pearl for only a moment before stopping, almost pulling her whole hand away when your whole body twitched and you tried to reach for her invisible fingers. “So beautiful, and all mine to do with as I please.”

The words made you choke, as did the slick fingers she shoved into your mouth, the taste of your own essence staining your tastebuds, pressing down on your tongue under you obediently started to lap at them, arousal making your cheeks warm.

“Beautiful girl. Prettiest thing I’ve ever met in my long life.” Valeria whispered, raking her nails down your breast before pressing her fingers into the divots between your ribs, feeling the reverberation of your rapid heartbeat, the heat of your skin through the cloth. “Gorgeous thing.”

You whimpered, head tilting back to let your moans flow free, thighs twitching and jerking when she pulled her fingers from your mouth to press them against your tight hole, two fingers, too fast and too quickly, the stretch burning without the proper foreplay beforehand.

“Say it.” She huffed, prying her fingers apart inside your slick walls, cool air tickling your insides.

“Mi Luna.” You whine, shaking your head, red hole contracting around her, begging for her to ease up on her harsh attentions.

“Yes, Mi Sol?” She says, an encouraging coo as she closes her fingers again, curling them to stroke at that little spot inside you that had you drooling. A reward, motivation to keep going.

“I want you.” You say, voice breaking on a sob when she growled, fingers going rougher and faster, her other hand clawing at the bodice of your gown desperately. “I-I only want you, Mi Luna. You’re all I need, please please please please-”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, rough and uncaring, sweeping you out to the murky sea, leaving you shivering and shaken. Disorienting you so much that you didn’t even notice her putting you on your back or tearing your nightgown off for better access to your body. Only coming to when she crawled above you, no longer invisible. Beautiful and proud, wings outstretched above you, eyes glowing in the dim light. Hunger shining in them, building dread in your belly.

“Did you think we were done?” She chuckled, quirking a brow in disbelief.

Your only response was to gulp, biting down on your already swollen bottom lip.

It would seem you really did make a deal with a devil. Not that you could find it in yourself to regret it.

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