#alejandro gillick smut

[scuddisher]

NIGHT CRAWLING

Even the dark and mysterious caller in the middle of the night needs love, and Alejandro is begging for you to return the devotion he once had for his lust-filled work back to him.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+) PAIRING — gigolo! alejandro gillick x client! gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — drabble, gigolo! au, romance, smut WORD COUNT — 3k WARNINGS — mature content, intense themes mentioned, light intoxication, fast-paced plot, references to film alejandro’s work, alejandro's hot dilf vibes are off the charts SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, "sir" kink, dom! alejandro, finger-sucking, fingering, light hair-pulling, dumbification, unprotected intercourse, spanking, praising, creampie RELEASE DATE — FEB 20TH 2023

AUTHOR’S NOTE — lmao please don't even ask how i put alejandro + gigolo together… i am on something rn (cold meds). this is just pure filth btw & also i hope i am feeding the bdt hornies well!

The gruff of his voice was enough to capture your attention, only a few words spoken lightly so far as he gave you his information. You had been approved by the background check, cleared through a safety system, and even appeared enticing to him by the picture on your identification card.

He had been out of the game for so long, had fallen into a deep and dark hole where the love of a stranger couldn't reconnect the ties of his heart as it used to. Alejandro, blinking his eyes at the moon shining in through the big hotel room's window as he spoke, sounded as if he was more unsure of the transaction than you.

"Everything is provided, just bring yourself and your senses." It was the first time he had spoken a full sentence, the sound of his beard being scratched echoing through the microphone of his burner phone and into your ear. "And most importantly—I don't do “I love you”."

"I don't say that easily." Your voice broke through finally, making his eyes close softly and a sigh pass through his body.

"Me neither." His accent was noticeable the more he spoke, tongue creating words that had you stepping faster towards your destination. "Don't be late."

The sudden click only enticed you further, the lights of the front of the hotel taking over your view as the doorman allowed you inside. Nothing could have prepared you—staying in the fanciest hotel in the city, gaining a large room for the scene to take place, nor finding out that the gigolo you were paired with was once the best.

"A resourceful break." Was what lingered in your mind. The agent, on the phone hooking you up with one of their employees, had been reading off the reasoning of the gap in Alejandro's work like it was almost an issue.

What could be the reason behind someone who specializes in the lust of love-making and deliberate kink fucking to suddenly slip away from their work?

The moment your key card went into the door's lock and allowed you to spring it open—you noticed just what you were in for. Alejandro—tall, dark, handsome, sat upon a chair in the far corner sipping lightly from a glass of whiskey. You could hardly smell his scent from afar, the cologne on his neck and collarbones usually enough to make anyone gush over him.

And yet, you only stood still in the opening space of the hotel room like a deer in headlights. "Second guessing yourself?"

"W-Why did you leave your work?"

The man chuckled, his black hair peppered with gray and white being scrubbed by the rough pads of his fingers in thought like before. "Not even a hello?", the question must have been on his mind.

You could see it in his eyes, no matter the dim lighting of the room or passing lights of the city all around the fancy building. Something was there, within the pit of his gut or beyond his light irises that held so much in them—he was invested.

"You won't be an easy one—" His question lingered so softly. "—will you?" It was the hesitation, the fact that his bottom lip was sucked in between his teeth as his index finger pointed towards the chair almost adjacent to where he sat, that made you shiver over the man's presence.

From the moment your bones rested into the chair, you could finally smell his cologne. Thick, but at a distance. It was worn like someone who forgot how to use the liquid to their advantage, and yet—Alejandro seems to be particular about every little thing occurring around him.

"This isn’t always my job." You could hear every syllable raise an octave as he spoke from almost a whisper. It was against the rules to tell too much about himself: you read it in the paperwork far before ever signing off on the man to be the one to fuck you senseless. "I did some—" There it was again, that softness in his voice. "—not so good things in my life."

"This was your escape."

"And others." The corner of his mouth nearly pulled into a smirk, the lightest lift of his last word telling you that he enjoyed the pleasure, too. "Sex work, it doesn't come easy. But for me, it became like a vacation. And I was rewarded for it."

Your body slid forward on the chair, knees almost pressing into his own in the small sitting space in the corner of the room. The bed seemed so far away from here, but your motions made the distance seem shorter—and your heart was beginning to understand the man you'd be leaving lonesome by dawn.

The process seemed endless, paperwork stacked high and money needing to be spent. This was his lifestyle, he basked in this for so long. Just to uproot and exchange himself for something that made him stiffer and wander less in freedom.

"Alejandro—" His eyes had fallen to the drink in his hand, stirring it by a slow rounding motion. The second his name was in his own ears, a one not meant to be used according to the rules—he was in trouble.

You slid again once more, your knees pandering down to the rug along the floor below you. Soft puppy-like eyes batting up at him, your hand slowly sliding onto his knee, and your gentle voice in his ears. It was almost too much for him to bear.

"What am I supposed to do?"

Calmly, the man pressed the short glass in his hands onto the table by his side. The hand, once busy with pressing the cold glass to his lips to drink the liquid that normally calms his nerves, now took hold of your chin. His index finger was curled, hand gesturing for you to look into his eyes. "You're meant to call me Sir."

"Sir." The word was on your tongue long before he brought it up, but the illusion was always before it. A gigolo unsure of himself sets off a presence that confuses others—and all you wanted was for him to regain his power over you.

It was his work that he wanted back, there was no use in beating around the bush to return to it.

That word clicked a switch in his brain, memories of this being his insight into just what a client wanted. It was enough to make his eyes grow darker. Like a predator, his fingers began feeling at your mouth. Thumb pressing into the bottom of your lip, gliding across the soft skin. Beckoning for you to open your mouth, to take the digit in and give him an idea of what he was working with.

But instead, your hand took to his wrist. Your smaller fingers plucked at this index and middle fingers, taking the digits and slowly pressing them into your mouth until they rested on your tongue. Line after line, you could taste the saltiness of his skin along the flesh until he was almost two knuckles deep into your hot mouth.

His thumb found its place on the slide of your cheek, feeling at the skin and rubbing circles to tell you he was enjoying what you were doing. In all his will, your teeth hardly even tapping at his fingers within your mouth, he had to hold himself back from wishing it was his cock being sucked on right now and not his fingers.

As your mouth moved, only one had to keep a hold on his wrist whilst the other made a tug at your clothing. One piece of your own gone, and you heard the pop of the button and zipper on his pants coming undone. "Oh—you're already there." A single glide of your tongue between his fingers, saliva gathering on the digits in the hopes you would soon feel them pressing into you and curving the same way they were now—and your cheeks were flustered with heat at the sight of his eyes shutting in delight.

"You're not meant to be this good." He whispered, voice sounding hazy on the high of your motions—no matter how innocent they seemed.

In a moment, his eyes were peeled open and taking in the sight of your skin becoming more and more visible. Nothing inside his rummaging imagination to remember how he kept his cool in moments like these, he found his voice. "Lose more."

The man grunted at the feeling of his fingers moving into the cold air wet from your saliva and feeling the brush of your lips as they left you. "Lose it all."

And you did. From the top to the bottom, you were sitting on your knees in only your underwear in the blink of an eye. Alejandro, his shirt unbuttoned all the way until the middle of his chest was prominent for you to see along with the hair that grew there, seemed almost drunk on your figure.

You could see the saliva that was spread along his fingers soaking small dots into the fabric of his pants. Your figure rose again, moving into his lap at a slow pace to gather more of his manly scent in your nose. Now you were the one invested in the mysterious man.

The hand that once held at his wrist moved upwards, finding a hold on his shoulder as you sat barely apart from the tent growing in his pants. You could hear his breathing hitch, see his nose flare as he took your own scent in—but you hardly took notice of his still soaked fingers beginning to fall down towards your clothed arousal.

His fingertips were cold through the fabric, pressing into you just enough to make your head fall into his neck. Your breathing became skewed the more he pushed, fingers creating an extra layer of wetness to what already was coming through the fabric.

Your mind was numb, a whisper of "Sir." like a mewling beg in his ear making him rush to slip his hand into your underwear and connect your own saliva with yourself. His touch was cold as it rubbed spots that had you seeing dots, cut fingernails not leaving any marks as he finally found your soaked hole. One finger gliding in, his lips parting in focus, and the digit was already wet enough to drip your essence down towards the palm of his hand.

"S-Sir." You sounded so weak to him now, untouched in a long enough time that you could barely take one of his fingers. "A-Ah—"

The scent of him made you grow even wetter, a second finger being added into you seeming to fit almost too easily as he opened you up for him. The man was like a drug, his side effects growing stronger every minute. But with every one of those minutes passing, he was forgetting the rules of his nature.

You could feel his cock twitch within his pants, the gesture you made of grazing your palm against where his bulge grew making him slap at your hand with a popping sound. Alejandro's eyes had gone dark, enough that you could no longer see the light green orbs that glistened like glitter—only black. And that was a tell that he was re-beginning the prowl that once made him.

"You like my fingers?" He begged the question, but didn't want a response. "Look at you, you're a fucking mess just from the touch of my hand."

The gentleness in his voice was now mocking, a buildup of an orgasm growing in your gut and only making a small whine be your response to his words. "You can't even speak."

Your head on his shoulder had long looked up to catch his sight, his free hand leaving your back to pull lightly at your hair. His attention was on you, it was only right if yours was on his—especially if you were about to experience your first orgasm of the night.

"If you're this much of a mess—" He stopped the sentence to hiss, feeling your body clench around him and the gush of your wetness leak onto his hand enough to almost startle him silent. "—I don't know if you can even handle my cock."

"I can!" Your voice was louder than you wanted it to be, his brows raising with the smirk finally taking over his lips. Alejandro had led you on all this time, your orgasm barely being over before he was already pulling his length from the hold his clothes had on himself.

Your wetness soaked at his lower half as his fingers pushed your underwear to the side, nearly ripping the fabric into two to press the tip of his cock at your entrance. His breathing was heavy, lifting your body above him with every deep inhale. You watched his face contort from being focused into the natural instinct of a man feeling heat around his dick—his eyes clenching shut as you sat down on him in one go.

"Hijo de puta—"

His fingers had done enough for you, leaving the stretch of his cock to do the rest as you took him in. Alejandro's body shifted instinctively, his hand falling to your waist to hold you still and take in more breaths before you got ahead of him.

The man was falling apart on himself, this being the first tight hole he felt in the longest time. You could sense what he was thinking, the overwhelming sensation of you around him giving him the same impression that he felt like a virgin again.

"Ale-Alejandro—" His name was on your lips again, the clenching of his fingers digging into your hips telling you that you did something wrong. "Alejandro, please—"

"Sir—" His teeth were almost gritted as he corrected you, voice a little harsher than before. You could feel the heat of his precum inside of you, barely marking your walls like his cum would soon. "You call me Sir."

His fingers nearly bruised your sides as he held you down, his thighs preparing to run sore by the end of the night. You could hear it in his voice, the tenderness he was feeling so deep within you.

"P-Please…" You pleaded, feeling the rush of your orgasm running still from the loss of friction earlier. All you wanted to feel was that rush again, fingers combing into his hair as you slowly lifted on his length.

But before you could sit back down, his hand was flat against your ass. "Don't make me carry you to that bed." Alejandro was just getting started, his hoarse voice that of a man who was holding himself back from collapsing so soon. He could go all night at this rate, but it only meant that you would have to have the patience for him. "If you're going to sit on my dick, then you're going to move when I tell you to."

You were breaking him down. The lonesome man you walked in on was nothing more than a shell, now filled with what he once knew and worked towards: his own release.

The hand that had left a handprint on your ass took hold of the burning skin, lifting you and sitting you back down on his cock in a rough motion that had him pressing so deep into you that you could hardly keep quiet.

"Ale—" In a moment of bliss, you caught yourself in his dark gaze. His tired eyes were puffy from a long day and even longer night—teeth taking in his bottom lip again as if he was begging for you to say the wrong thing so he could fuck you completely silent. "Sir."

"That's it…" His head nodded in time with another bounce on his length, only this time he pressed you down at an angle. The slow paced fuck was enough to make tears brim your eyes, but the rush of his tip hitting the spot within you that nearly had you saying his name again ran your face dry in fear of saying the wrong thing.

"All you have to do—" Your grip around him made his teeth grit as he spoke. Focused on getting his length back inside of you fully as he felt you jerking in preparation for your orgasm to fully hit, his words seemed to simmer away when he felt the rush of your cum over him and onto his clothes. "—is play along."

In a giglio's world, it seems as if an orgasm is a pay day. A three day weekend during a two day work week, something everyone in the natural world begs for. And yet he gets to return to that release multiple times a week.

"Fuck—Fuck I'm cumming!" Your words were swallowed by his mouth, the first kiss between the two of you making you shut up. His tongue tasted like the whiskey from before, but his mouth watered with the need to feel his own release.

And although your body had run tired from fighting to feel your first orgasm in so long, it was Alejandro who was on the verge of whining from the rough touch. Your body knew it couldn't stop until you were full of his cum, legs lifting your weight and bringing yourself down onto his length until you finally rubbed him delirious.

"You're doing so good." You could feel him returning to the softer man you first met. Feel each of his muscles relaxing into the seat, no matter how much the chair squeaked and threatened to break beneath both of your weight. "Just a little more, baby."

"Just a lit—" It was all that he wanted out of this job. Something that nulls over whatever else he does. Pleasing someone else was just a bonus, it was the need to fuck a stranger that made him truly lose his mind. "—little, fuck…"

He was finally worn down, his cum filling you to the brim until all you could do was lift off of him and let it drip down and stain his pants. Sweat collected along his collarbones and chest, the hair there becoming rougher as you pressed your face into him for comfort.

Your breathing was rapid, cheeks flushed from watching Alejandro lose himself inside of you. But his orgasm came with consequences this time, as he had forgotten one major rule that made his name being said seem subtle with just a few words.

"I don’t want to be alone tonight." Feelings.

© scuddisher — all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works without my permission. do not post my content on other sites, especially claiming them as your own! reblogs and feedback are seriously appreciated <3

#alejandro gillick #alejandro gillick smut #alejandro gillick imagines #alejandro gillick scenarios #benicio del toro smut #benicio del toro imagines #benicio del toro scenarios #alejandro gillick x reader #benicio del toro x reader #benicio del toro

[eatbrick]

assurance.

note : hello! i’ve never written before publicly and never posted anything like ever bcuz i like my privacy (lol) so this will be my first! plz no hate! i love alejandro gillick with my heart (he’s  babygirl) and it’s sad to see there’s not enough fanfics! i guess this is gonna be the start of my writing for you gals and also, this isn’t edited yet! 

hope you lovelies enjoy! :)

summary : your father assigns a cia assassin, alejandro gillick, to be your bodyguard. after countless nightmares, alejandro figures out a way to take your mind off things. *wink* *wink*

pairing : bodyguard!alejandro gillick x fem!reader

warnings : 18+ mature content. explicit. smut. just pure smut. 

    (cursing. being a virgin (mentioned). vaginal fingering. praise kink. etc.)

—

You sprinted faster by the minutes just as Alejandro instructed you to do after he killed all the men in the house one by one. When you both left the house, you and Alejandro parted ways quickly. He ran in a different direction to distract them in a different direction so you could run away as far as possible. You can feel your throat on fire from the harsh air as you breathe it in quickly running through the woods while some branches skimmed past your arms, possibly revealing blood by then. 

“Run as fast as you can towards the village. Don’t run towards the woods. Got it? I know you can.” He said. 

However, you noticed that you–instead—definitely ran to where the woods were located. You could’ve sworn you knew the directions to the village.

“Apparently not, you dumbass.” You said to yourself. 

You can hear the voices closer than you expected them to have. Tears immediately ran down your cheeks; afraid of what could happen to you if you were to be killed in such a traumatizing way here in Colombia. But how could you hear them so close to me? Did that mean Alejandro didn’t make it? 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed out loud. Frustrated at the thought of Alejandro getting killed was the only beginning to fuck up in any way. 

As you can hear the footsteps of men screaming at each other in Spanish—probably about you—it was easy to say that you needed to hide somewhere at the time they caught up. From their tone of how pissed they are at not being able to find you alive, some of the men had started to randomly shoot everywhere that you could be. Your body jumped, alarmed by unexpected gunshots in the distance from where you hid—under a small cliff where water was falling down into a little stream. Moss covered most of the cliff as bushes and trees were thick enough to cover most of the yourself that seemed visible. 

So suddenly, your eyes grew wide as someone stood above you. Slow footsteps begin to walk comfortably into the water. Terrified as you were, you quickly covered your mouth with both hands, canceling the noise of your shaky breath even if it couldn’t be heard from the water. It felt like hours as the stranger contemplated your whereabouts silently. Little did he know that you were hidden right under where the water falls downwards. 

‘Please. Please, go away.’

The eerie beauty of the woods were enchanting as the bright moon shined past through the clouds. Only if it weren’t so scary as it was for now. You can see the man's shadow–somewhat of it–walk nearer to the edge of the leveled cliff. But soon enough, he takes his chances of defeat to departure. You feel your head become dizzy and eyes disoriented; it seems that you have forgotten to breathe after holding it in unintendedly-minded. 

Gently, you lift your hands off from covering your mouth, taking soft, quiet and short intakes of oxygen into your weakened lungs. The relief you had felt was desireful. You wanted more. However, you needed to pay attention to the men who were after you. You hear all the commotions from the men clear out as they go away into the opposite direction where you had been hiding. Everything seemed to have calmed down a bit as the lights–that the group of men have used to see–had become distant, swallowed by darkness. 

Shocked to see you somehow survived this close encounter, you shed tears and sighed from your escape. Whether from crying tears of joy or out of a near death experience, shortly afterwards, you wipe your tears away with your hands and begun to get yourself together to find an escape of this fucked up, loathsome paradise. 

As soon as you get out of your hiding spot, a hand reaches to grab you. Roughly. 

—

You gasp harshly, sitting up from your slumber. You notice that everything was fine. Nothing seemed to have happened like it did. It was all a nightmare. Feeling something heavy, draping over your waist, you turn your side to whatever was holding you–Alejandro. 

Alejandro was still awake as he put his arm over you from whatever he was doing before going to bed with you. After countless nightmares that had kept on bothering your sleep, you had asked one night for Alejandro to sleep with you. Since then, he had been sleeping with you for comfort and reassurance of protection. 

“Sorry. Did I wake you?” You look up at Alejandro after he apologises. His weary eyes that were filled with past trauma softened at you and his hair had looked so fluffy which screamed to be touched–in many different ways. 

You shake your head (as if you now dirty thoughts weren’t just in your head a few seconds ago) that it wasn’t him that had awoken you, but it was the nightmare that had. You take a deep inhale before saying, “A nightmare was what had woken me up.” He sensed that you were in a very uncomfortable state after. 

“I see.” He replies back shortly. “Is there anything I could do?” 

“I wish there could be anything in the world to help me right now to take my mind off of things.” You whispered softly looking away from his attention. 

It was silet afterwards as Alejandro lets you have your moment of quietness to help calm you down. But suddenly it didn’t help you calm down as your heart speeds up after Alejandro says, “What can I do to take your mind off of things?” 

By then, you couldn’t even remember what lead you to this moment as he felt closer to you than before. Like, really close. You felt like there was no oxygen in the room as your face begins to heat up quickly. Your breath hitched as his hand rises up to hold your face gently to kiss you–and to mention also, that you’ve never been kissed or had sex.

“I-I’m a virgin!” You blurted out, embarrassed and ashamed to what's to come after as you stopped Alejandro from kissing you or to lead any further. Now, you just felt terrible. Kissing your bodyguard who your father assigned was messed up. Secretly, you always thought of Alejandro in a different way. Pleasuring yourself many nights as you thought of his hands replacing yours, roaming in different areas that were very inappropriate but felt amazingly good otherwise. 

Now it’s obvious that you were upset. But for Alejandro, he was smiling in his head. Alejandro tilts your chin up with his thumb and index finger for you to look up at him. You can see that he was smirking. “I know, sweetheart,” He said knowingly, with such confidence. “We can take things slow.” 

Before you could say anything to Alejandro, his lips were on yours by the second. Your eyes widened in shock. They felt so soft and tender. You felt warm all over as your lips began to move in motion. As the kiss began to deepen, you felt an opening for your tongue to touch his. Alejandro answers back with such power as you both explored each other’s mouth as he moves his hand down to your waist. Your sweaty palms grab up to clench his navy-blue, buttoned up shirt and the other to touch at his hair. 

Jesus christ, you thought. His hair was so soft than you had ever thought. Your fingertips ever-so softly touching at it. You wouldn’t ever change anything, if you were to have a hot makeout session with Alejandro. You felt a sudden rush of anger as Alejandro paused from kissing you. He rises up from kneeling and reaching over to you after so long. As he moves outwards, you could see that saliva had dripped off from your lips to his as he licked it so sexually. It was hot enough as he did it so intentionally as he stared at you while doing it. 

You can feel that one spot between your legs become very warm and wet. In Alejandro’s eyes, he sees your disheveled appearance, yet eyes filled with lust. 

“You’re my best first kiss.” You said, so out of it.

He chuckles at your response. “I’m glad I was,” he pauses, “I’ve been wanting to do that since.” You blush harder as if you weren’t even blushing before. He notices. 

“I-I want to finish what we’ve started–if that’s alright with you?” You ask so gently, not knowing how to process what you’re wanting. If Alejandro could die from your soft, angelic voice, he would. You were so innocent. So vulnerable. He would kill the world for you. He wanted to take his time with you if he were to take your mind off of things as said before. 

Alejandro gets up from the ruffled bed. As he does so, he opens up the buttons from his sleeves to roll up..slowly.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked. You wanted to know so urgently that you clench the blankets that covered you. He looks down at you. “I want to take things slow, since it’s your first time.” he slowly replies, “I want to make it worthwhile so you can remember it as I explore your body with my fingers first.” 

After he got done rolling up his sleeves, he comes over to you and reaches for the blankets to pull it away from your petite body as you let him willingly. You were very nervous as it’s gonna get very intense later on. But in honesty, you were very excited–well, very horny in other words. As the blankets pull away, you rub your thighs together from the cold breeze that was roaming around in the room. You had only worn your pajama shorts and tank top to sleep–not to mention that you weren’t wearing a bra under it. 

“Don’t worry,” he assures, “I’ll be gentle.” 

You nod in understanding as your soft, doe eyes began to look up at his , “I’ve trusted you from the start. It’s not any difference as to what we’re doing right now.” Shortly, you guys begin to kiss again. This time, the kiss was hungry. You both had wanted more. Alejandro’s hand suddenly roams under the tank top to sofly grasp your naked waist. 

When Alejandro meant by being gentle and taking things slow, he meant it. On the other hand, you were touch-starved. You wanted to him to touch you–anywhere–from the moments you had met him. Suddenly, he moves to where your back was leaning against him as he lays against the headboard of the bed. Your head begins to fall back onto his shoulder as he softly pinches your nipple through your tanktop. You moan as he twists his thumb and middle-finger whilst he pinched your nipple in such a slow rhythm and the other massaging your other breast. 

Alejandro repeats the action over and over as your nipples perk up through your shirt as you incoherently say words that he can’t make out. You arch your back so suddenly in a jolt, as you feel his hand that was on your breast lead down to touch your covered sex slowly moving up and down. You’re panting harder and your face so flushed, desiring the sinful touches from Alejandro. ‘This is way better than my dreams’, you had thought.

As it it couldn’t get any better, Alejandro then moves up and down into your sex under your underwear. “Oh my god!” you moaned. Your hand grabs at his hair from behind to hold onto as you feel his fingers move in circles of your pussy, making it wetter than it was before. 

Alejandro chuckles to himself, loving this sight of you as you bite your lips from being too loud hopefully not causing any noises for neighbors to hear as the windows are opened for the Colombian breeze coming into the bedroom. “You’re doing so well for me, baby.” He praises. His voice was so deep, yet husky, making you melt like butter. You would’ve never imagined him calling you that ever. 

“Did you ever thought about me in this way? Me touching you in so many ways that your father doesn’t know about?” 

You could only nod as you couldn’t think straight. You moaned again as he speeds up his movements. “I need you speak up for me. Can you do that?” He gently asks you. You whimpered as you feel that knot in your stomach from Alejandro rubbing your pussy at a pace. 

“Yes, Alejandro.” You whimpered out. 

“Good girl.” 

Feeling so close to your climax, his middle-finger dives into the opening of your pussy fingering you with only one at the moment. Your eyes roll back as your back arches more than it possibly could as Alejandro grunts from the sudden impact as you grind yourself into his hands and the bulge that begun to show in Alejandro’s pants. “I’m so close!” You cried out as you start getting closer to cumming. Seconds later, Alejandro inserts another finger and thumb rubbing against your clit to add more to the max. 

Alejandro smiles. “There you go. Good girl.” He kept on praising you as you clenched around his fingers and were beginning to cum. You felt like you were seeing stars on the ceiling; seeing a whole different universe beyond. His hands felt so amazing. “F-fuck, Ale-Alejandro. Please.” You whimpered softly, hand still roaming at his hair and the other reaching down at his. Alejandro hums in compliance. He nips at you earlobe and down to your neck. You couldn’t take enough of the pressure as he didn’t stop fingering you. You were trying your best to wiggle yourself away from the hot pressure that had kept on repeating, but you couldn’t as he grabs your thighs quickly stopping from closing in. 

“Uh-uh.” Alejandro uttered in disagreement from your actions. “I’m not done just yet. I want you to remember this.” 

—

After cumming twice on his fingers, it’s no surprise that you had actually squirted for the first time on the bed (and on him) as he pleasured you with his delicate fingers. It was very dreadful for you as you apologized profusely, but for Alejandro, he was so pleased and delighted at the thought of what could happen if he replaced his fingers with something very much larger. After Alejandro cleaned you up with a warm, wet rag and gave you a different pair of clothes–that were actually his, but you didn’t question it–you effortlessly fell onto the now changed bed sheets and blankets that Alejandro had put on. 

“Umm..” you began to say to stop the silence in the room. Alejandro tilts his head towards your direction as he gently places a glass of water on the counter of your side of the bed. “I just want to say thank you.” You say not knowing what to do as you play with his hands as he sits beside you to past time. 

“You’re welcome.” He responds back instantly, responding back to your touch. He could see that you were exausted from the session not too long ago.

It was like you couldn’t look at him, as if you felt ashamed. But in action, Alejandro carries your attention by pulling your face into another gentle kiss in a sense to assure you. You answer back by smiling into the kiss and holding his cheek and the other around his neck, kissing the night away.

—

another note : wheeeww! that took very long! i hope you enjoyed reading! feedback would be amazing as this is my very first fanfic i’ve ever    published on tumblr!  

thank you! :D

#alejandro gillick x reader #benicio del toro #sicario #alejandro gillick

[varenaecasteel]

Writing smutty Sicario fanfiction sustains me...hit the link above to read!

#sicario #alejandro gillick #kate macer #denis villeneuve #fanfic #smut #slash fic #alejandro gillick x kate macer #kate macer x alejandro gillick #ships #sicario edit #archive of our own #ao3

[everasbefore-everjustassure]

Since the spooky season is upon us I will be focusing on Halloween prompts for the time being so that I can have stories written out in preparation for October 🎃 I will be continuing When Black Cats Prowl and Beg Me from back in 2019 as well as a few other ideas I have.

I will be opening up my fan fic request line. Requests will be cut off at 11:59 p.m eastern standard time on August 31st. Anything submitted after will be deleted and you'll need to resubmit another time. Requests are for Halloween season prompts only! I will write for the following fandoms/characters:

The Lost Boys

Jim Hopper

Billy Hargrove

Sandor Clegane

Tormund Giantsbane

The Hobbit

Kraglin Obfonteri

Yondu Udonta

Taneleer Tivan

Tullk

Thanos

Clay Morrow

Opie Winston

Chibs Telford

Tig Trager

Negan

Merle Dixon

Lawrence Talbot

Grant Grant

Ulysses Klaue

Adrian Toomes

Beetlejuice

Batman/Bruce Wayne (Michael Keaton)

Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold

Killian Jones

Baelfire/Neil

Alejandro Gillick

Matt Graver

Cable

Benicio del Toro

As always, if you don't see a certain character please feel free to ask me about it. The worst I will say is no.

I will reblog prompt ideas I find. It's up to you as far as romance/friendship/platonic/smut and so on. Alternate Universes are always welcome. You can ask for a certain ship in your request, but be aware that depending on the ship I may decline. By all means ship your ships, but don't come at me if I decline to write it.

Anon is off, but if you're shy about your request you can either ask me to answer your ask privately instead of publicly or you can send your request to me via email: [email protected]

I don't do pedophilia or incest of any kind.

BE RESPECTFUL IN YOUR REQUESTS AND BE RESPECTFUL IF I DECLINE.

If you are disrespectful to me or anyone on my page, you will be given a warning ⚠️ If the disrespect continues, you will be blocked.

#halloween #Halloween writing #requests are open #fan fic requests #fan fics #fan fiction #benicioqueen

[ellieaelious]

Alejandro Gillick N/SFW Alphabet

A/N: OH MY GOOD GOLLY GOSH. I cannot get over the fact I’m actually doing this for the soft yet hard papi. Like I’VE BARELY WRITTEN FOR HIM. And here I am. Doing this. And screaming. Okay so please be gentle because this is how I play him and ahhhh okay just enjoy. Or don’t.  Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+ content under the cut. Gif does not belong to me.

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. He was married, of course he does aftercare. He is a very gentle person when it comes to intimacy and will always make sure his lover is cared for after. Everything from clean up to making sure they don’t need anything like water. He is not a love ‘em and leave ‘em.

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light. For Alejandro, something like this would not be sexual. He ties up and beats drug dealers on a daily basis so he wouldn’t incorporate it into the bedroom. The most he would do is hold a lover’s wrists above their head.

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. He is not a messy person. He would use a condom or a tissue rather than cum on his lover. Even if a cumshot would be requested, he would try to talk them out of it, seeing it as degrading.

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? Because he didn’t have control over what happened to his wife and daughter, he takes control in every other aspect of his life now, including the bedroom. For him it’s about feeling safe. If he is in control, then nothing bad will happen again.

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). Like with bondage, this is a part of his life he keeps out of the bedroom. Even at the request of a lover, he would refuse. This is something dirty, something he does to bad people. It’s not something he does to a loved one.

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). His biggest fantasy would be the domestic life. He knows it’s something he will never have again, so why not pretend for a bit? Coming home to his lover cooking, cleaning, some kind of domestic work being done, and then moving to the bedroom. It takes him back to a simpler time and gives him a mental and physical release that he needs from time to time.

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. The poor fool (let’s be honest, either Matt or Steve) that catches him in the act. He would be very upset and embarrassed, taking care of the issue right away. In the moment, he would make sure that they would leave, but the mood is ruined. You have been embarrassed. He’s on a mission to teach someone a very valuable lesson about knocking.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). I’m only going to say this once. And I will not elaborate. Just do with this what you will. Taint.

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. Sex does not exist without being intimate for him. His lover is a treasure and deserves to be treated as such. Prepare to be romanced by a true Latin lover. 

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. While he prefers to take it slow, starting with a night out, dinner and dancing, or even a home cooked meal and dancing in the living room. He is a romantic man.

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. He enjoys having his partner scratch and claw at his back. It’s something that won’t be seen by others, but he can still feel the little stings throughout the day.

L=Location -  Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. You won’t find him leaving the bedroom often. The most you will get is the shower, possibly the couch, and very rarely in a place like the dining room or kitchen.

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. He tries to avoid this as much as possible, but when he does, it’s usually his wife. As he begins to find another romantic interest, he will welcome the change, as it still hurts to think about her.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. He’s not into pain, torture, or any extremes. He won’t be the type to choke you, and does not like being called ‘daddy’ or ‘papi’.

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). Certain perfumes, like the Elizabeth Taylor line, and dark stockings or pantyhose. 

P=Position -  Their favourite position to have sex in. Missionary. He is quite vanilla, and this also allows for plenty of opportunity to have his back marked up.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. He is not a fan of quickies. As said above, he likes to be intimate and take things slow. Sex is something to be savored, not devoured quickly.

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. He’s not overly rough. More like, slow and deep. He can get a little out of hand, and will apologize after.

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. You’re looking at a solid 20-54 minutes for intercourse, longer for oral.

T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. He is not a fan of them. For him, it’s a little of an insult. He is much more skilled than any toy could be.

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. He’s not a fan of overdoing the PDA, so his teasing would be leaning in over your shoulder to show you something in a report or map, brushing his hand against yours while walking by you, even lightly touching your shoulder.

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. He is a quiet man. You’re looking at low deep grunts in your ear and heaving breathing.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. A H U G E fan of giving oral. He would much rather give than receive, and uses it for foreplay. He enjoys having you come undone with just his tongue, and making sure you’re taken care of before the real fun begins.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. About 7.2 inches

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. His sex drive has greatly gone down with age, his line of work, and his wife’s passing. While he does enjoy cuddling and intimacy, the desire for actual intercourse is probably running around once or twice a week.

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. He doesn’t get much sleep anymore, and will still be awake long after you’re snoozing in his arms. For your sake, he will pretend to sleep until you do, and lay awake until exhaustion takes over. @mercuryblake

#not safe for werk alphabets #alejandro gillick #sicaro #I warned you hoes #Benicio Del Toro #alejandro x reader

[misscampacyn]

Chapter 8

Warning: Sex!! (NO under 18)

 Alexis and Carl arrive at the Wild Pony.

“You go find us a table, I’ll get you a beer,” says Carl.

Alexis smiles and leaves Carl at the bar while she finds a table. Only a minute later Carl returns with two bottles of Bud Light.

“So, what up with you and this Alejandro?” asks Carl.

Alexis take a swig of her beer, “he’s my brother’s co-worker of sorts. Matt wants to play match maker,” she answers.

“Well if your brother tries to set you up with a guy he works with it’s usually cause he’s a good guy,” comments Carl.

“You don’t even know this guy,” says Alexis.

Carl shrugs and smiles. Alexis feels her phone buzzing in her pocket, she retrieves it and answers seen Kates name on the screen.

“What’s up Kate?” she asks.

“I need a drink you want to join?” asks Kate.

Alexis glances at Carl, “well I’m already having a drink with Carl,” she responds.

“Can we meet you there?” asks Kate.

Alexis covers the phone’s microphone and asks Carl if it’s okay if Kate came over. Carl did not mind, so Alexis tells Kate the name of the bar.

“Do you come to this place often?” asks Alexis.

“Sometimes,” says Carl.

“I always knew you were a cowboy,” comments Alexis.

“Yeah, I like to ride,” flirts Carl with a wink.

Alexis softly blushes, “Oh god,” she splutters.

“I can show you later,” continues Carl.

“I might take you up for it, been a while,” admits Alexis.

Several minutes later Kate and Reggie arrive, and they sit with the pair. After a couple of minutes joking they were approached by a guy who greeted Reggie.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” asks the guy.

“This is Kate, Alexis, and Carl. This is Ted he’s Phoenix PD,” introduces Reggie.

Ted waves at everyone at the table, but his eyes don’t leave Kate. Kate on the other hand is blushing at the attention he is giving her. Alexis is the only one to notice.

“You want to go dance?” asks Carl offering Alexis his hand.

Alexis smiles up at Carl and take his hand. The pair go to the dance floor and dance a slow country song.

“You don’t trust the guy,” points out Carl.

“Something off about him,” says Alexis.

“Kate’s a big girl she can defend herself, besides she has Reggie with her,” comforts Carl.

“Yeah your right,” says Alexis.

Alexis pushes her worry to the back of her mind for now. Enjoy the drop of normality she was experiencing at the moment. They danced for another hour or so, Kate and Ted joined them in the dance floor. Alexis get on her tippy toes and kisses Carl on the lips.

“I’d like to see what the cowboy can do,” purrs Alexis.

Carl smiles down at her and takes her hand and starts to lead her to his car.

Outside Alejandro sit in his car and waits Kate to leaves the bar but he sees another familiar face walking hand in hand with a man. Without know Alexis walks by Alejandro’s car and he can see the smile on her face. Alejandro could not help but feel jealous, but he had to look out for Kate.

Alexis and Carl reach his car. Carl opens Alexis door before rushing to the driver’s side.

“You place or mine?” he asks.

Alexis ponders, “mine,” she says.

Carl nods and starts the car, “I’ll need you to tell me where we are going,” he says.

“Yup,” answers Alexis.

When they arrived at her apartment they start to make out but before things get too steamy in the couch Alexis leads Carl into her bedroom.

“Sorry I don’t want Kate to walk in on us,” says Alexis.

Carl nods taking off his close. Alexis also takes off her close in a rush. One they are both naked, Alexis pulls Carl towards her and kisses him. Carl pushes Alexis down to her bed and starts to kiss her clavicle. Alexis lets out a low moan.

“Come one cowboy get to it,” she rushes.

Carl smirks and grabs his manhood and puts a condom on. He guides it to Alexis entrance, thrusting his hips forward entering her completely.

“Fuck!” moans Alexis placing both hands around Carl’s shoulders.

Carl starts to thrust faster into Alexis. The one silent room is filled with grunts and moans. Eventually they both reach their climax, and Carl drops next to Alexis trying to catch his breath.

After a couple of silent minutes, they both got dressed. Carl looks at his phone and sees he has a call form one of his teammates.

“Shit let me call my teammate,” says Carl.

“Yeah no problem, I should get some rest, Matt wants us to meet him early in the morning,” says Alexis.

Alexis walks Carl to her front door and they share a last kiss before he opens the door and heads to his car.

Alexis goes back to her room and gets her clothes ready to shower. She’s about to leave her room to go to the bathroom when she hears the door open and close. She pokes her head out of her room to see if it was Kate. Noticing she was making out with Ted; Alexis decides it would be best to wait on the shower. She gently closes her bedroom door, but then she hears the couple talking.

“Talk to me Kate,” says Ted, “come on Kate,” he begs.

This causes Alexis to frown and open her door once again and she notices Kate pushing Ted away.

“Hey, leave her alone!” calls out Alexis.

Ted turn to look at Alexis and Kate takes advantage and grabs her gun pointing it at Ted. He then turns back and is faces with Kate pointing the gun at him, but he knocks the gun out of her hands. Alexis runs to the living room and tries to get her gun, but she pulled back by her shirt. Alexis turns and punched Ted right on the nose. This only stops him for a moment, angered Ted pushes Kate out the way causing her to hit her head and fall unconscious. He lunges grabs Alexis hair and pulls her back.

“You should have minded your own business,” he says pushing her to the ground.

Alexis attempt to crawl towards Kate’s gun, but Ted grabs her leg and pulls her back. He then flips her over and places his knees over her abdomen.

“You caused this,” he says.

Alexis punches him in the jaw, but he doesn’t get off her. He instead places his hands around her neck. Squeezing tighter and tighter. Alexis claws at his face and hands, but she is unable to pry his hands form her neck. Alexis starts to see blurry when a figure enters the apartment.

“Psst” calls Alejandro pointing the gun at Teds head.

In fear Ted lets go of Alexis neck and gets off her. Alexis turn to the left and start to cough trying to regain her breath. Alexis get up dizzily and approaches Kate who is still unconscious.

“Kate,” she calls out, “shit Kate.”

Alejandro holds Ted to the floor and calls for back up from his radio. Only a minute later Matt arrives with a paramedic and they rush to Alexis and Kate.

“Alexis you alright?” asks Matt.

“Yeah,” answers Alexis clearly still out of breath.

The paramedic uses smelling salt to bring back Kate, and he check her over for a concussion. Luckily she is fine, she didn’t even a cut. After the paramedic was done he left the apartment leaving them alone with Ted.

Matt looks over at his sister and notices the tears threatening to spill for her eyes. He looks at Alejandro who takes Ted to the SUV to be questioned in private.

After a bit of silence Kate walks to the kitchen where a new pack of cigarettes are waiting for her. Matt and Alexis follow her. They see her trembling hands open the cigarette carton.

Kate lights if up and take a puff, “you used me as bait,” she points out.

“Nah you used yourself as bait. Told you not to go into the bank,” counters Matt.

Alexis only rubs the back of her neck feeling that Ted would not have seen Kate if she hadn’t gone out with Carl.

Kate looks over at Alexis, “you knew about this” she accuses.

“She didn’t, she was on a date, it was unintentional that you arrive at the same bar,” defends Matt.

“Really she told me what bar she was in when I called, seemed like a set up,” counters Kate.

“She risked her life for you, you don’t have a bruise forming around your neck,” scolds Matt.

“Yeah after you made her use me as bait,” hisses Kate.

Alexis refuses to say anything and leaves the kitchen, she already felt guilty enough that she had invited Kate to the bar. Matt follows Alexis with his sight until he can no longer see her.

“She cares for you, she lost a partner, doesn’t want that to happen again,” says Matt in a calmer tone.

Kate says nothing.

“She didn’t know you were bait, but I knew you would be a walking target. You didn’t follow orders went into the bank, almost got Alexis killed, write that on your report,” states Matt before leaving the kitchen.

Matt walks out of the apartment and sees Alexis standing next to Reggie. Her hands covering her face.

“It’s not your fault Alexis,” comforts Matt.

“Why do I feel like it is?” Alexis asks.

“Your brother is right, you didn’t know Ted would be there, it my fault I introduced them,” says Reggie.

Alexis lets out a saddened sigh and leaves the two men going back up to her apartment. She walks into the bathroom and splashes her face with cold water. She looks up at her reflection noticing the bruises forming on her neck.

Alejandro approaches the bathroom and sees Alexis touching the bruises on her neck.

“You alright?” asks Alejandro.

Alexis lowers her head and start to quietly sob. Alejandro enters the bathroom and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay to cry,” he comforts.

Alexis moves and wraps her arms around him and starts to sob into his chest. Alejandro places one arm around her and the other on the back of her head. He holds her close as she cries. Alexis mumbles into his chest but he can’t make out any of the words that are leaving her mouth.

“Don’t do that again,” begs Alejandro.

Alexis leans up and looks at him, “Do what?” she questions. Her eyes and nose red from the crying.

“Don’t get into danger, he could have killed you,” clarifies Alejandro.

Alexis only wipes her tears and looks at Alejandro now tear stained shirt. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles.

Alejandro follows her line of vision and chuckles, “For a bad ass you are very caring,” he points out.

Alexis just sniffle. Alejandro smiles down at her and leans down and kisses her forehead. Alejandro turns to leave but remembers what he witnessed earlier.

“Almost forgot, how was your date?” he questions .Alexis had forgotten about the event that had happened before the ordeal with Ted. Alexis smiled and blushed remembering Carl, she looks up at Alejandro and clears her throat, “it was good,” she says simply.

“I’m glad you had fun,” says Alejandro, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Alexis,” he expresses.

“See you tomorrow, Alexandro,” she calls after him.

#sicario #alejandro gillick #alejandroxofc #benicio del toro #matt graver #joshbrolin #josh brolin #kate macer #emily blunt #movie fanfic #movie fandom #smut #fanfictions