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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Hi~ hope you are alright!

Could you do a female!reader that cooks as a hobby and is always leaving little gifts for the boys? Maybe she discovers that Ghost likes strawberry cakes and she leaves a bento strawberry cake for him? (could you do platonic and for all the 141?)

Thank you!!! I hope I'm not annoying lol

What an adorable request 😭 you’re not annoying, dw!! I love when people send me asks <33

Sweet like Sugar

Synopsis: Everyone deserves a sweet treat every once in a while, and with her incredible baking skills, she would assure they would have theirs

Pairing: Taskforce 141, Los Vaqueros, Valeria, Gromsko & König x Platonic!Female!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mention of low blood sugars, being mentally and physically drained

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Intro

Having baking as a hobby often proved difficult on base, so whenever she got the chance to put her skills to use, she made sure she gave it her all

She would make all sorts of sweet treats - from cakes and pies, to cupcakes and cookies.

Baking for one wasn’t as fun, however, and so she always made sure to make something yummy for some of her favourite people

Even if they hadn’t requested anything, she always kept them in mind

John Price

He was finishing paperwork when she knocked on his door

With a stern ‘come in,’ he placed the pen down on the desk, sending her a small smile when she tiptoes towards him

In her hands, she held a see-through container with a row of blueberry muffins already waiting for him

“What’s this?”

“This is for you!” She grinned, “Thought you might use some sugar. Give you some energy whilst you’re busy with work.”

He hummed, taking the container from her hands and swiftly pulling one of the muffins

The sweet smell immediately enveloped him like a warm blanket, making him smile as he took his first bite

“This is delicious,” he complemented, not wasting any taking another bite, “thank you.”

She grinned from ear to ear, happiness practically radiating off of her as she took a step back

“If you’d like some more, let me know!” She cheered, pulling the door closed as she left him to enjoy the sweet treat

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

She’s seen him eyeing them before, when they passed a bakery on a covert mission

Strawberry cakes. One wouldn’t expect the infamous ghost to have a weakness for the red fruit, but it was a welcome surprise

Upon their return, one of the first things she’s done - after all the paperwork, of course - was head to the kitchen and bake them for him

He deserved them, really. He deserved to have a little break; to sweeten up his pain-filled life

She only hoped they were to his liking

Knocking on the door to his room, she patiently waited for him to open up

She already had the bento held out once the door was opened, and although his face was hidden by his mask, his eyes were expressive enough for her to see what he was thinking

Confusion

“I saw you ogling them back out there,” she began, “So I made you some!”

She held out the door closer towards him, and watched as he hesitantly took it from her

“I hope you like them…”

He stared at the treats for a few seconds, his eyes visibly softening at the sweet gesture

“Thank you,” he said after a short while, to which she replied with a simple smile

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Soap was always busy. always moving. Whether it was at the gym, a sparring session, or preparing for an upcoming mission

He was always on the move. And knowing him, he did not take the time to take much care of his body’s needs

His blood sugars were low, she was quick to notice after he once again secretly complained about his dizziness, uncontrollable sweating and shaky hands

She could only shake head head and tell him, for what felt like a millionth time, he needed to take better care of himself

She doubted he’d listen, but she also knew he wouldn’t refuse a sweet treat if it was given to him

So, she decided to put her baking skills to good use

Baking him a stack of delicious cookies, she placed them in a sealed container and trotted towards his room late in the evening

He was quick to open a door, a sweet smile gracing his lips once she came into view

“There are for you,” she held the box out for him to take

He looked confused at first, taking the box with careful hands and taking a peek inside. But once he realised what goodness laid beneath the lid, he practically beamed in delight

He wasted no time taking one out and taking a great bite out of it

“Mmm!” He hummed, licking his lips as the chocolate melted on his mouth, “They’re incredible!”

She grinned in return, fully enjoying his reaction

“If you’ll want more, just let me know!”

“Believe me, I will,” he chuckled, only growing quiet to take another bite

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Gaz often complained about the lack of variety of desserts at lunch

So one day, she decided it was time she made him some

She wasn’t sure whether she just wanted to do something nice for a friend, or maybe she just wanted him to stop complaining for once

Whatever it was, it led her to spending an hour or two in the kitchen

When lunch rolled around, she had the sweets neatly packed in a box, which she set beside him after they settled on a table

“What’s this?” He asked curiously

She only smiled, “open it.”

The smile that pulled at his lips once he saw the muffins were a sight for sore eyes

He was eager to take one out right then and there, but what stopped when you slapped his hand away

“Lunch first.”

He rolled his eyes, but complied nonetheless, practically shoving the food in his mouth so he could finally taste the sweet goodness

And when he did, it was as though he was on cloud nine

Hums of delight rolled out his throat, and it was safe to say he did not complain that day, or the day after

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro was a busy man

He was also a tired man, barely catching the sleep he so desperately needed

She knew she couldn’t force him to sleep, but she could help him in another way

She could sweeten his life just a little bit

It was after a hectic mission that she took her residence in the kitchen and began baking up a storm

The smell was heavenly, but before she managed to eat all the cake by herself, she packed a few slices up for the colonel and made her way to his office

A tired ‘come in,’ sounded from the inside of the room

She opened the door slowly and carefully before making her way in, and setting the box on his desk

He looked at it confused at first, but then after she gestured at it, he pulled it towards him and took a look inside

“Ah,” a smile took over his features, “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” she replied

After sealing the box, he put it to the side to enjoy later, “Thank you.”

She nodded, “If you’d like some more, there’s some in the kitchen.”

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Rudy was a sweet man

He usually wore a smile on his face, and always treated those around him with respect

But despite this, it was easy to see when the missions were getting the better of him

When it was becoming too much

When he was tired, both physically and mentally

After seeing him force a smile, she decided it was time someone did something nice for him

She made her way to the kitchen in record speed and, after gathering all the needed ingredients, she created her work of art

It wasn’t much. It was a simple batch of cookies that anyone could make, really

But it was the thought that counts

She made sure they were sealed properly before she made her way towards his room

He opened the door tiredly, and the smile once again had to be forced onto his face

“Here,” she handed the box over to him

He took it with a confused look, his eyes closing when the smell invaded his space

A small, yet real, smile pulled at the corners of his lips. It was a pleasant sight, and it caused her own lips to curl upwards

“Thank you,” he told her appreciatively

“I hope you enjoy them…”

“I will.”

Valeria Garza

Valeria barely ever had time for personal pleasures

The cartel kept her busy, and often put her in ridiculously dangerous situations

She barely allowed herself rest, and so, over time, the simple pleasures of life were neglected by her; forgotten

She had seen how hard she worked every single day. From early mornings to late in the night

It was a sad sight

So, she took it upon herself to brighten her day just a little bit

The muffins were soft and sweet, but not too sweet to the point your teeth would hurt after a few bites

With the carefully sealed in a container, she made her way to where she knew Valeria always went when she needed to clear her head

“Hope I’m not disturbing,” she muttered, catching her attention

She turned to you, her brows furrowing at the disturbance, but she said nothing

“I made these for you,” she simply said, handing her the sweet treats

She was hesitant to take them, her eyes analysing her as if trying to work out whether she had any ulterior motives

“You’ve just looked overworked,” she tried to explain herself, “I thought you might use something sweet to… but if you don’t want them-“

“No,” she held the box closer towards her when she reached to take it back, “Thank you.”

“Of course!” She grinned happily, smiling when she heard the container open once she was out of the drug lord’s view

Gromsko

Gromsko was a nostalgic man, and often spoke fondly of his grandmother

He told her about the many many memories he’s had of her, and oftentimes mentioned her delicious jabłecznik (it’s a Polish cake w/ apples in it & it’s absolutely delicious)

He mentioned it one too many times, because she soon got the idea to surprise him with the delicious goodness

She couldn’t be certain it would taste like his grandmother’s. In fact, she was sure it most likely didn’t, but she was eager to bring that taste of childhood back into his life

So, one day, she made him the sweet cake, and packed it neatly in a big container

He was easy to find, taking some time to relax on a bench outside one of the barracks to take in the fresh air

She sat beside him, and handed over the box with a genuine smile

“It probably doesn’t taste the same, but I hope you like it nonetheless,”

He was bewildered, and had to take a few moments to return back to reality

The smell alone was enough to send him back in time, and when a smile made its way onto his lips, she couldn’t help but mirror his expression

“Thank you,” he told her, staring fondly at the container in his hands, “thank you so much.”

König

This man has a sweet-tooth

He loved all that was sweet, often having little treats hidden away in his pockets in case he got hungry throughout the day

But there was one problem

When given a choice between two, or multiple treats, he never knew what to pick

He made it seem as though it was the most difficult decision he was ever presented with. It was hilarious, really, but it could also become frustrating for the others

So, one day, she decided to choose for him

She woke up earlier that day, and made him some sweet cupcakes she was sure he would appreciate

And when lunch came around, instead of having him stare indecisively at the row of desserts, she dragged him to a table and before he could complain, handed him the container

The excitement in his eyes was visible from miles away; certain sparkle appeared in them, causing her to let out an amused laugh

“Thank you!” He told her, his tone cheery yet serious at the same time

“No worries,” she told him, “I hope you’ll like them.”

“Oh, I definitely will!”

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blingblong55 · 9 months

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Fishnets- Valeria Garza NSFW

Based on a request

F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, F!sub-Reader x F!Dom- Valeria

(If you want an M!reader version please let me know)

A sexual relationship with the enemy sounded better each time you and she spent the night and early mornings in each other's arms, moaning and whimpering each other's name. It all started after Los Vaqueros betrayed you, and left you to die on enemy grounds. Valeria thought you needed some interrogation so for nights on end she was the one who would torture and please you but that was only when you would give her good information on Los Vaqueros.

As days and nights turned into weeks and months, you and she started to grow some more sexual tension amongst each other. She no longer pleased you when you gave her what she wanted but rather when she needed to release some of her own pleasure. Nights, when she held a knife to your throat, turned to nights when she kissed your body, pleased all your sensitive spots.

Soon, you were no longer the enemy to her but rather her lover and toy to use. She'd make you wear short skirts and short dresses, for all to see the territory she had claimed the night before. All her soldiers knew who you had become to their leader, they never disrespected you but rather protected you from any enemy and threat you'd encounter on days Valeria wanted you to go and buy pretty dresses to wear for her.

Days, when she would remember how the Vaqueros left you behind, were when she'd record you and her having sex. You rode her thigh as she slapped your already abused tits, moaning louder by the second as she made you look into the camera and moan her name. "Fuck...please...please I need more!" you whimper as she slaps your tits again, harder this time. When you and her started to record such moments, she knew she wanted to add something more to your body, piercings. Your hardened nipples wearing red dangly jewels, tongue pierced for when she made you eat her out.

At times, she wears some strapons and makes you ride her this way, for the camera and for her own pleasure. Tonight was almost the same. She wanted you to be at some meeting for her, fishnets, a short little skirt and a tight shirt where your tits almost showed off completely to the rest of the men in the room. You sat on her lap, she would caress your thighs and if she was bored, she'd slide her hands under your skirt and slowly rub her fingers at your wet entrance. "Wish I could fuck you on this table, hermosa." She whispers There were times that if you misbehaved she would not allow you to wear panties, but that was just on rare occasions.

After the meeting was done, she and you went upstairs. Closed shut, lights dimmed and you pushed into the bed. She slowly spread your legs open, crawling to your wet slit. A vibrator in hand as she slowly begins to turn it on and place it on you. Once you let out the first moan, she turns it off and ties your hands to the bed frame. She slowly begins to undress you, kissing and nibbling on your soft skin. Your soft and delicate moans fill the room, pleasing her ears with each taste she gets from you.

Valeria soon removed all the layers of clothing you had on, and small moans left her as she began to ride your thigh. Her wet cunt on your thighs, giving you pleasure of your own. You became wetter and even more sensitive when she placed a vibrator in your cunt. Your hips moved a little, back arching more and more, legs shaking a little, and your sweet moans fed her ego. She moans more when her own cunt becomes more sensitive, before she reaches climax, she gets off your thigh, lowers herself and her tongue meets your wet cunt.

She removes the vibrator, hands either on your hips or griping your thighs. You eventually reach your own climax and scream her name in pleasure. She slaps your sensitive cunt, spitting on it and continuing to eat you out as you beg for mercy. She pushes your lower abdomen once her fingers are inside of you, and your tears run down as you become even more sensitive to her touches.

With more thrusts of her fingers into you, the more moans and whimpers she'd get out of you. You squirted a bit and she happily got back to eating you out. She moaned and made eye contact as she savoured your delicious fluids. If you were too flustered and had to look away she'd slap your cunt and make you look at her.

After she is done with you, she unties you and grabs a towel, cleaning your body. Leaving kisses as she praises you. "You did so well for me." Her kisses turned softer as she cuddled your body. You are both tired and holding each other as more kisses turn into pillow talk. Soon you both slept, holding the other after another beautiful night together.

A/N: Was this okay? I really hope it was and if it wasn't sorry

Tags: @teethsex

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yawnderu · 2 months

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Kortac members that would like a bimbo reader..?

Like I can't imagine anybody.

Especially Nikto.

Bimbo reader: look at my nails I made them with a cute colour... Hope you like them🤭💓

Nikto: 👁️👄👁️

Nikto: you're wasting my money for that..?

BFEKBHEHJFKBEHJFKBHBJFKEHJKB

Nikto would NOT do good with a Bimbo!Reader simply because he's too old for that shit and just doesn't get it. Would he fuck her? Yes. Would he date her? No.

Showing him your new plushies or nails would end up with him looking at you with his scary ass eyes like 🔵_🔵 and probably dissociate while staring at you, as he usually does either way fheefhjb

HMMM as for KorTac members that would do well with someone like Bimbo!Reader, I can see Graves, Valeria, and König.

I think Graves in general would 100% be the type to have a trophy wife, pretty little thing clinging to his arm in public, perfect body showing in the skimpy clothes you love to wear. It's natural for a man with money to spoil you, mainly buying lingerie and dresses that leave little to the imagination, though he also buys you things for your special interests and supports your hobbies.

Valeria, well... having a pretty thing like you is a far cry from all the war and violence in Las Almas, keeping you away from that place and kept a secret so the enemy cartels don't hunt you down. She's seen how ruthless they can be— she's a huge part of cartel violence as well, so she makes sure to keep you safe and guarded away from any of her enemies, never once being seen with you in public even when she secretly sometimes hopes she was able to give you a normal relationship.

König loves coming home to his pretty, bimbo girlfriend. You keep him in check and show him a more optimistic perspective than what someone as cocky and pessimistic as him is used to. Even when you're not the brightest tool in the shed, you're not afraid to knock him down a peg whenever he gets too cocky, and he absolutely adores to spoil you. He makes good money— what's the point in that if not buying lovely lingerie and dresses for his girl?

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crimsonbubble · 7 months

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cw. nsfw, gn!reader, knife kink, vibrator, blood and wounds, marking of sorts, hair pulling, sadomasochism, use of mami, poorly translated spanish *not proofread, just pure horny

[wanted to try writing for valeria so heres to hoping this goes well 🤞🤞]

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MINORS DNI!!

"Aww, mi preciosa. Mira que bonita eres." [Aww, my precious. Look how pretty you are.]

From where Valeria sat, she had a clear view of her cutest toy. She sat back in her chair as her eyes wandered all over you, fiddling with the knife between her fingertips. Your body writhed against the bed you were lying on, the sheets crinkling under you. The vibrator pulsed against your sensitive walls, hitting a spot that made your back arch painfully off the bed.

In Valeria's hands is now a remote, the one for the pretty purple vibrator that's buzzing away inside you. The speed and intensity change rapidly. The constant up and down, faster and slower, harsher and softer left you more sensitive as the seconds ticked by.

Valeria stood up, crawling up the bed to straddle your hips. She tilts her head up, looking down at you over her nose. "Are you gonna be good for mami now?" There's a sinister look in her eyes as she presses her knife's blade flat against your throat. You all but whimper, your hands fisting the sheets. She tilts the blade, nicking your skin slightly as she does so. "Words. Now."

Your mouth seems to only produce slutty moans as the toy was nestled right against your sweet spot. The toy slows to a near stop, a vibration so light you barely feel it. Valeria tugs your head back by your hair, her fingers curling around the strands. She pressed the knife into your skin again, a menacing look swirling in her eyes as she awaited your response.

"I'll be good, I promise." The toy ramped up again, higher moans and whimpers falling from your lips as Valeria eased the toy out and pushed it back in. She drops the knife by your head, her finger swiping over the small cut agaisnt your neck. She brings her finger to her mouth, licking the droplet of blood as she continued to hump the toy into your fluttering hole.

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headcanonenthusiast · 4 months

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Valeria Garza NSFW headcanons.

This was made with fem readers in mind.

Also quick note, I apologize in advance if this isn't as detailed as my headcanons on some other characters. It was definitely harder for me to come up w/ stuff for Val, especially bc girlie is nowhere near one of my favorites (I'm sorry 😔) but what better way to expand on writing then doing headcanons of characters you rarely think about? So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

NSFW under the cut.

-THE brat tamer.

-Absolutely will not take your shit if you disobey her in any way, shape or form.

-"What did you just say to me? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

-Gets this look of absolute disbelief on her face if you dare to act like a brat, then her eyes turn dark and she's suddenly dragging you to bed.

-"I'm the woman who decides whether or not you get to cum every night, querida. And if you're gonna keep acting like a fucking brat, then it looks like you won't get to cum for the rest of the week."

-Her favorite forms of punishment include anything to do with orgasms. Whether it be edging you, overstimulating you or even denying you the right to cum entirely, she loves making you squirm and beg to release.

-Shakes her head and clicks her tongue, as if you begging to cum is the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard after you've misbehaved.

-"Oh, so now you're sorry? Chica, a sorry isn't going to cut it. I warned you about acting like a little brat, but you didn't listen. You never fucking listen to me."

-Proceeds to lecture you and switch between degrading you in English and Spanish as she either forces a strap down your throat or harshly plays with your clit.

-"Perra estúpida. Never listening to me and then acting surprised when I don't let you cum."

-Will also partake in bondage, cuffing up your wrists to the headboard before she runs a vibrator painfully slow over your pussy.

-As rough as she is when it comes to sex, if you're genuinely feeling upset about something, her gaze will turn more sympathetic (which she refuses to show to anyone besides you.)

-"What? What's wrong, amor?"

-And you're welcome to tell her about all of your troubles while she gently eats you out.

-Probably has multiple straps. Prefers buying the thickest one possible but she does have one that's much longer for when you really piss her off.

-Is very willing to spoil you with new sex toys and lingerie. Anything to make her pretty girl happy.

-Also, I feel like she'd switch between wanting to see you touch yourself and not letting you at all.

-When she's not there with you, she probably encourages you to masterbate and send her tons of videos of you doing so.

-But, if she's actually there and catches you touching yourself, it won't be pretty.

-"Oh, can I not satisfy you enough anymore? Is that it?"

-Then she fingers you so well your legs are shaking as she rants.

-"Look at you, cumming just from my fingers. What a slut."

-"And you really thought you could make yourself cum the same way I do? No, no, estás loca por pensar eso, querida."

-She wants anything sexual to be completely dependent on either her or toys she picks out for you.

-In other words, very dominant.

-In other other words, if you ever asked or God forbid tried to make her submit, you're a dead woman.

-"Thats it. You're getting too fucking bratty for your own good. Get over my Goddamn lap right now if you know what's good for you."

-And when you are on her lap, she'll switch between spanking your ass and spanking your pussy.

-Leaves hickeys on the most visible spots on purpose.

-Smirks when you get all shy about it, gently brushing your hair away as she chuckles.

-"Don't worry, amor. I won't make the marks too visible."

-But then she does, so she buys you the prettiest necklace with her name engraved on it as an apology, and another reminder of who you belong you.

-Some translations for the Spanish stuff, chica = girl, querida = darling, perra estúpida = stupid bitch, amor = love and "no, no, estás loca por pensar eso, querida" = no, no, you're crazy for thinking that, darling.

(Also I apologize if anything in Spanish is incorrect, online translators can only get you so far 😕)

Look at me go, writing about a character I don't even like and am not even attracted to because I'm straighter than a wooden ruler 🙃

This was honestly fun to write though! Valeria takes up like 0% of my thinking space, so coming up w/ headcanons for her when I barely remember she exists nor am attracted to her at all was a bit more challenging. Hoping y'all enjoyed this!

Rudy NSFW headcanons r coming up next, so be sure to lookout for those in the near future 🤭

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sky-is-the-limit · 5 months

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most likely to be into bondage/restraints?

𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕? 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻?!

𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔: 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒕? 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒆? 𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝒄𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒔? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒕.

𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔.

𝑯𝒆'𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒙 𝒄𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍, 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆.

“𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆- 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏?” 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉.

𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍.” 𝑯𝒆'𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌, 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆’𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐.

“𝑻𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.” 𝑯𝒆'𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔, 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.

𝑯𝒊�� 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉��𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒚.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆.

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒕𝒖𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐.

𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘.

“𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊ñ𝒐?” 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌.

“𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒎? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒘?” 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒚, 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆.

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅.

“𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆.” 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚.

“𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒑𝒆𝒕.” 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅.

𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒕.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂.” 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒚, 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

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lunarw0rks · 6 months

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Hello I wanna request some Valeria SMOOT cuz I'm down bad for cartel mommy. A short fic abt Valeria fucking the absolute brains out of you to the point of being dumb and squirting everywhere

warning(s): nsfw (18+), exhibitionism, overstim., dom/sub, degradation/praise, val's purple strap strikes again, humiliation, squirting, fem!reader

MAKING MESSES | VALERIA GARZA

overbearing bass, candlelit lighting, constant chatter; surrounding the two of you. the noise of nightlife is muffled by the oversized doors, still original to way before your time — almost an irony compared to the modernized club they’re housing.

it wouldn’t matter either way. your ears were ringing. every gasp, every whimper, every mutter into your ear echoed and fizzled into the noise.

her pink nails dug like needles into your hips, guiding every rut onto her strap. valeria lolled in the leather armchair, leaning back and enjoying the show you were giving her. she paid no mind to the risk, how patrons could be a hair away from hearing or seeing you two.

it was her club; her place. and you were fucking hers. anyone who had a qualm about that? they never stuck around long.

she controlled everything, every single body roll. your cunt clenched tight around the violet silicone, swallowing its entirety. “sigue adelante, nena. so fucking desperate.” she spits out her words, relishing in your whimpers. they echo off the stucco walls, likely carrying all throughout the hall. “desperate whores should get nothing. but not you. riding me out in the open like this.”

your bottom lip seeps a bit of blood from how harshly you had been biting it, pathetically failing at silencing yourself. it wasn’t any use when you’d already finished twice, leaving a milky ring around the base of the strap. your wetness dribbled down the slick shaft, soaking onto her cargo pants.

the night dress you wore, pulled down at the top to expose your nipple. it might as well be her own personal stress toy — to lap, squeeze, pinch, and slap as she sees fit.

it was pure luck that none of the clubbers had rounded the corner. if it were up to valeria, she wouldn’t skip a beat. the buzzed onlooker getting a surge of jealousy when they ogle your bouncing body; hem pulled up to expose your bare ass as it jiggles. or the drip of your pussy, messily and audibly being stretched out.

your head dips down, getting a rush of fatigue from the physical strain. if it weren’t for her harsh hands, you were sure your grinds would be nonexistent. with precision, she outstretches a hand and grips your jaw, forcing eye contact. “eyes up. you don’t get to tap out after teasing me, cariño.” valeria patronizes.

if you were of sound mind, perhaps you would’ve agreed. not wearing panties was a risky move; as risky as riding her in the dim hallway. but she always packed — that violet temptation just a zipper away.

you felt yourself plunged into another high, mewling against her palm as you climaxed. she locked in, both hands returning to your hips as she drove you down faster. this was your most intense orgasm yet; eyes rolling and body shivering.

pleasure pumped through you as violently as the strap, a warm gush messing all over her lap. you had squirted, proving that the sticky mess before was nothing. “mierda… mi putita, so messy.” valeria groaned lowly with amusement, as if she had climaxed herself.

“we aren’t done.” she leaned in close, showing the forced grinds to a stop. you had no choice but to believe her — and valeria always stuck to her word.

a toy being used on a toy <3

a/n: this is so bad... | ⊹。°˖➴ divider cred. - cafekitsune

#sorry for late reply #rachel speaks #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria garza smut #valeria garza cod #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x you #valeria x reader #valeria headcanons #valeria mw2 #los vaqueros #kortac operators #kortac #mw2 #call of duty

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vivgst · 4 months

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Okay I’m finally writing some Valeria headcanons for all the horny mfs (me).

Needless to say: This is just MY opinion based on the things I PERSONALLY think about her, it’s all good if you don’t picture her the way I do, okay?

Slay.

First of all and I swear to god this is the main reason I wanted to write about her… the way some people hd her as a cringey ass Dom, I can’t. I refuse to see it.

Maybe she would be into BDSM but not that hard, for god’s sake, my poor woman is surrounded by blood and violence every second of her life, I don’t think she wants to come home and make hard sessions, BDSM is really good but it can be stressful. Maybe she would be into something like wax play? Maybe.

And I don’t think she’s the personification of love but she’s very passionate, you can see it in the way she argues (the way she yells at her men too lol), so she must be a fan of really passionate and slow sex, some hot shit, you know?

There’s no way this woman isn’t spending money on her partner like 24/7, I believe that’s her love language. You dared to look at a dress for more than two seconds? You’ll come home to find it in your bed.

Btw I know she probably had something with Alejandro (I hate that), but I can’t imagine it nor I can picture her with a man, I’m sorry, she’s for the girlies (me, again).

She seems to be rather cold so I don’t think she’s a very expressive or communicative person, she’s not gonna be hugging or kissing you all the time, but she loves you and she will do her best to prove it.

I’ve been noticing that a lot of her fans think she hates men and I actually disagree, she doesn’t hate men, she hates they way she was treated by some men and all of the injustices that come with being a woman in the army.

So yeah, a lot of men, but just shitty men, not all of them.

I think she would be head over heels for very feminine girlies but with a very strong personality, very confident and elegant, the type of women who reek of power, like her but in a fancy dress and pretty heels.

I don’t want to make a more physical description cause I KNOW I’m just gonna describe myself lol, I’m sorry I’m just too obsessed.

#valeria garza #valeria cod #cod x reader #mw2 #modern warfare #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod modern warfare #valeria x reader #valeria mw2 #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x you #headcanon #valeria garza headcanon #el sin nombre

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here-but-forgotten · 2 months

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you lost me. / valeria/wife!reader.

content notes — ex-wife!valeria. sweet alejandro. little shit rodolfo. mean valeria. plot heavy. el sin nombre foreshadowing. rudy weirdo rizz.

part one \ part two

A confident knock echos from the door through the walls, dancing around your ears as the noise registered, for you to finally walk to the door that had never been knocked before,

With a slender foggy window lending you a quick glimpse of the figure, you open the door, your eyes landing on a chest where you expected the eyes to be.

“Hello,” he starts, confident but still speaking volume, “Could I ask you some questions?”

You look up at him, blinking; not fully in a uniform but not in casual clothing. Lines around his eyes. Facial hair turning grey. Dark eyes. Intense eyes.

“Um,” You start, adverting your eyes from his, “Could I ask why first?”

He adjusts, halfway awkward, shifting his weight.

“That’s an understandable ask,” He answers, relaxing a little, “I’m Colonel Alejandro Vargas, I wanted to ask you some questions related to Valeria Garza.”

You pause, blinking.

“Your last name is what?”

“Vargas.”

You stifle an insecure giggle,

“I thought you said ‘Vergas’—“

“No—“ Alejandro cuts you off, letting a small smile escape from him, holding in a laugh, “no, God didn’t curse me with that.”

You let yourself giggle, covering your mouth and turning a bit away as he lets out the chuckle he held in, laughing with you.

“Sorry,” You laugh a little, finally taking a breath, “What are you asking about?”

He pulls his demeanor together, a bit more serious,

“If I have been told correctly, you are who she claimed to be her wife, yes?”

“At one time I was, yes,” You shift, “Not anymore.”

“Did she leave any sort of technology here?”

You tilt your head a bit, looking up at him.

“She did. Is that a problem?”

Alejandro sighs at your inquisition.

“I have some reason to believe she took something that could track her location with her when she has done work for me. If she did, there is a lot someone could gain from that if they did track it.”

You look aside, thinking about that damned dinged up phone.

“Would it be a threat to me?”

“I would say, without much other info, that yes it could be a threat to you.”

You don’t respond.

“I don’t know you, but I do know what has recently happened,” He starts, “If someone could track it, she could track it, and could track you.”

“Do you want me to give it to you?”

“If you are able, yes.”

You turn, leaving the door open,

“You.. You can come in, if you’d like.”

You move, his footsteps following you briefly and stopping as you walked further into the home, finding the half-held together phone that she left that you had kept in what used to be her bedside table. You stop, looking at the bed; the new sheets on it looked nice, it finally looked comfy, like somewhere safe. And theres a small pang in your chest, that the person who used to make it warm was gone, the person who was why the bed wasn’t just a humble full size, but,

it was for the best, and you told your chest that everyday.

You deserve someone who gives you the time of day, who makes time for you, even if they’re busy.

And you turn on your toes, walking back to the entrance way that the Colonel sat at—

Colonel Alejandro Vargas.

Col. A. Vargas

CAV.

“Do you think, by any chance, that you were contacting her with this phone?”

You look to him— his hip leaned against the counter with his arms casually crossed, his eyes gentle but alert, his expression once relaxed turned into his eyebrow raised.

“It is a possibility,” He murmurs, “It seems like the two of us learned a lot recently.”

“Valeria?”

“No, you and I.”

His stare is unwavering, not so assertive but ever confident, making you shift on your feet as he watched you.

“Yeah. It would seem like the two of us have.”

He lets out a small hum in response, eyeing the phone being held together by tape and faith.

“I’ve seen that one before,” He says, lowly, to himself more than you.

“She has a lot of phones.”

“Is that so?” he asks, watching you.

“Yeah, she probably had 5, at my guess now,” You shift, “But I know that you guys sometimes have a lot of phones—“

“2. We normally have 2.”

His gaze is a bit intense, not directed at you, yet it still sent a small shake through your body; there was a certain charm, yet that didn’t stop the intensity of his thoughts.

Silently, you offer the phone to him, looking up to him, soft blinks trying to pull him from his thoughts.

“Thank you,” Alejandro says after a moment in his thoughts, delicately taking the phone from your outstretched hand, fingers brushing yours softly; his touch is hot, like he was running on coals—

“Did she ever introduce you to any military personnel?”

“No.”

He raises his eyebrow at that.

“None?”

“No. I only found out about you from her accidentally saying something.”

Theres a type of pity in his gaze, maybe even guilt.

“Does she have any sort of surveillance on this property?”

“No. I don’t think she would come back for it anyway. Frankly, she hasn’t been back since she left.”

“When was that?”

“A week or so now.”

“Did she introduce you to.. anyone?”

“Not really.”

“Did that not concern you at all?”

His tone is gentle, lacking any judgement.

“It should have. But love makes you dumb sometimes.”

He tilts his head in an agreement, glancing down at the phone.

“Have you entered this phone or deleted anything off of it?”

“I’ve looked around it, but I haven’t deleted anything. It’s all as I found it.”

Alejandro nods, glancing off to the side for a moment, letting you watch his face; his hair isn’t really “done”, only combed back with fingers, some curls breaking free from pomade, curling around his ear.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that,” he says after a moment.

“I’m sure you’ve gone through worse.”

“I chose to go through worse. But you didn’t.”

You watch him, his words full of soft mercy.

“I suppose I didn’t, but I made it.”

He nods again, looking back to you.

“I’m going to leave you a number. You call it if you ever need something. Especially if she comes back to give you a hard time,” He explains, back to his colonel voice— you assume— not leaving much room for discussion.

You watch him, his movements are confident, leaving a small writing pad with the top sheet scribbled on, a phone number, a title— “los vaqueros”

“The cowboys?” You ask tentatively, looking up at him.

God he’s big.

Shush.

“I don’t have time to explain all of that,” He says, a bit affectionately, a little smile, “But if you need something, you call this without hesitation, okay?”

“What if it’s stupid?”

His eyes are a bit soft.

“It won’t be.”

His eyes leave you, looking at the counter, noticing the little shine on the countertop— still where Valeria left it.

“Did she really walk out and just leave her ring?”

You don’t look at it.

“Yeah.”

He rolls his eyes.

“She’s a walking headache.”

“She’s a charming walking headache.”

“I’m aware,” he grumbles shortly, not irritated at you.

“I,” you start, grabbing his attention immediately, “I don’t know what happened with you, really, but I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

“She’s not your problem to apologize for anymore.”

“I know, but it still sucks to go through something like that, no matter who did it.”

His gaze is soft.

“You’re a very sweet woman.”

His eyes glance away from you, a bit awkwardly,

“I have one… thing to tell you, but it’s not fun.”

You pull a deep breath through your chest, crossing your arms over your chest,

“Rip the bandage off.”

Alejandro shifts, leaning against the counter, mimicking your crossed arms,

“She had that marriage license nullified, somehow, a while ago now. Maybe half a year.”

The news should rock you, pull through your bones, crush your soul a bit— but it’s hard to be disappointed by something you have no faith in.

You stand for a moment, letting the words set in, waiting for your stomach to fall, to crumble your very being up into a useless little paper ball, but it doesn’t come. Your head isn’t light. Your feet are grounded. Nothing sways your balance.

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” You finally say, not looking at him.

Alejandro is quiet for a moment, tense.

“You’ve already told me to not apologize, but,” He pauses, shifting his weight to one of his feet, “That’s why I didn’t fight back, when she approached me. She told me it was long done.”

“You can’t control her bullshit.”

That pulls a laugh out of him, from deep in his chest, releasing the tension he held.

“Yeah, I guess I can’t.”

He shifts again.

“What’s more frustrating is there is other— falsified— paperwork that now says you’re dead.”

You shift, uncomfortably.

“So now there are documents that don’t line up. On one, you two have divorced— in the United States— and on another you’ve been dead.”

“What would she gain from lying about all of that?”

He sighs.

“I have no clue. I cannot, within my position, just assume things based out of interpersonal actions; however, I don’t think anything innocent would come out of that.”

“She didn’t falsify a death certificate, did she?”

“No. That’s what tipped all of this off.”

You finally move a bit, letting your body relax.

“Something is up with her. I have no idea what.”

Alejandro is lost in thought for a moment, staring at the opposite wall; you watch him, the gears turning in his head with a focused but somewhat serene expression, eyes slightly moving as the follows his thoughts—

“I should be going now. Please, use that number. There are dangers she could have exposed you to without you knowing,” Alejandro murmurs, walking to the door, you silently following him. You grasp the door knob as he enters the door way, your hand gently touching his back— the touch making him jump a little.

“Thank you,” You murmur, your touch leaving him resting your hand on the door, meeting your eyes over his shoulder.

“Of course.”

You close the door, watching his figure walk to a jeep— confident stride, nice body hidden under military clothes, gentle eyes—

Don’t you dare.

You breathe deep, moving back into the home, the sunlight twinkling in through the curtains, warm sunset light dancing like little figures, warming up the light in the room. His voice— his words— rattle around your head, her antics annoying you more than they were able to hurt you—

This has been long dead. It has been dead, since she seems to have officially killed it, but now the dead weight had been removed, like matted hair that couldn’t be saved. It’s been shaved off; it wasn’t fun, but now it’s better. You are better. You are growing back. You are lighter. You are able to breathe.

You turn on your toes, walking back to the counter to look at the pad with the number written on it; his handwriting, or whoever wrote this, isn’t bad but it’s not pretty. A bit slanted. Legible. You take the pad in your hand, feeling over the writing— written with a ballpoint pen— before pulling out your own phone, entering it under a quick little new contact, marking it LV.

If she gets to have cryptic contacts, I do too.

You place it back down, looking into the greater house, warmth flooding in the sunlight.

You think it should hurt more— something so momentous ending— yet it also makes sense. It died slowly. There is no cruel, fast pain in a slow death. There is slow pain, the type that slowly makes your joints go still, where your chests twists and breaks, piece by piece, like peeling off old paint. It wasn’t a quick death. There was no quick cut, no guillotine, no bullet, no knife. It was a slow poison. It was terminal. When you realize it’s dying, it hurts. You wonder what you did wrong. You blame every piece that you didn’t do on yourself, just to try to rationalize it. To try to make it make sense. But sometimes, death comes, and sometimes it is slow, and sometimes it is quick, but death has to happen. It has to. Death allows for rot. Rot allows for growth. Growth is new life. There is no new life without the rot that death provides. But there is still no less hopeless ending than death, if you are not looking for the new buds of flowers.

You breathe, escaping your thoughts for a moment, looking out the windows, sun pungent and powerful.

And it should hurt more, that instead of even growing up and coming to you to say she wanted it to end, that she decided to do it on her own, to cheat with two people, to just use you as a housekeeper until she came back, just to be a bedwarmer. But at this point, it wasn’t anything new. It was the first infidelity— that you knew of— and it was two cases of it, yet it wasn’t surprising. Disappointing, but not surprising. Disappointing as a situation, not disappointing for her. Theres a few sentences, a few conversations that haunt you, between you and her, still; when her attention was on you, she still spilled her rotten blood onto you, almost to temper you into it—

Things about her impatience with partner, things about how she really didn’t like talking about her feelings, how she found relationships as a distraction. How she never admitted her feelings, she just let them die. How she knew that work would always mean more to her than a relationship. And how she tried to shroud it in telling you how you were the exception— you were the one she would put work behind for, the one she’d admit her feelings for, the one she’d stay loyal for. Exceptions to a rule are delicate. And sometimes, they’re just a lie. And how she had no hand in picking out the house, she let you pick it out, like a dog picking their favorite kennel.

Your eyes leave the sun light, blinking the haze away as you notice movement outside, grabbing the notepad quickly— throwing it in a drawer quickly— and striding to the door, an all too familiar figure standing, not moving.

Moving away from the door, you tap the newly formed contact, moving to the bedroom as the phone rang against your ear.

“¿Hola?”

It wasn’t Alejandro.

“Um, hello,” You awkwardly start, the other person breathing a sharp breath, “Colonel Ve-Vargas gave me this number in case I needed something.”

There is a pause.

“Oh. You.”

Pause.

“Is something wrong?”

“Valeria Garza is back, and she has a man with her.”

Pause.

“Do not answer the door, and keep away from it. Hang tight. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you say in a softer voice, the other’s breath hitching at that.

“Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Then you’ll see me soon.”

Click.

Ominous.

His voice wasn’t Alejandro’s, something a bit more smooth about his delivery, ever slightly colder.

And so you moved to the bedroom door, silently closing and locking it, watching the covered windows for any movement. You sit on the floor beside the bed, as to not have your silhouette in the window, watching. Waiting. There is a soft distant noise of talking, Spanish, a bit rushed and irritated. Her Spanish. Romance languages can be many things, but she fully embraced the Roman cruelty in her words. Footsteps. Around the windows, tracing the house. Only two pairs of footsteps.

Until.

A bit of irritated shouting, from the door, following the footsteps around the house. You move along the floor, against the wall closest to the window, trying to listen—

“— do you think you’re doing?”

“do not lecture me—“

“go back to the cars. now.”

The same slightly grumpy voice, and hers.

You follow the trail, standing in the kitchen, keeping an ear out.

“I own this property—“

“Valeria, I cannot tell you how little of a shit I give. You directly disobeyed an order.”

“It was an overreach!”

“Don’t care.”

“Rodolfo—“

“That’s Sergeant Major to you.”

“I am going to stab you.”

“You won’t.”

Pause.

“I just want to talk to her.”

“Leave your gun then.”

“But—“

“I’m impressed you got someone who wanted to spend the rest of their life dealing with you.”

Pause.

“Leave the gun and I’ll let you speak to her.”

“What are you, my father?”

“If I was your father, you wouldn’t act like a fucking brat.”

Pause.

“I really want to kill you sometimes.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Knock knock.

You move to the door, peering to see a male figure standing outside of the door. You slowly open the door.

“hello?”

“Neña—“

“Shut up. I’m the one who spoke to you on the phone,” He cuts her off, “Do you want to speak to her or do you want her gone?”

“I can speak to her. I would appreciate if you stayed though,” You respond calmly, sweetly, looking up at him, his gaze gentle on you.

“I wanted to speak to you alone,” Valeria starts, her voice scarily gentle, keeping her tone even.

“I don’t want that.” You say firmly, the man standing between you and her. Another man hangs behind, looking like a dog with his tail between his legs.

The man nods, staying where he was, but moving a bit to let you see Valeria.

“Do you not trust me anymore?” Valeria asks softly, her gaze soft. A trap.

“Do you think I’m that stupid?”

He snorts.

“I know I’ve messed up, but I miss you.”

“Okay.”

He cracks a small smirk, turning his gaze away from the two of you.

“I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

“You can accidentally hit someone with your car and it’s still manslaughter.”

She rolls her eyes, her façade dropping for a moment, only to recompose herself.

“Can I come inside?”

You look at the man, his gaze both interested and bored, his eyes meeting yours for a moment. You move, pulling his forearm inside the house, his body moving stiffly at the movement, following you. Valeria shoots you a glare, following. The other man stands outside.

“Lovely, I really never noticed how bad we had gotten,” Valeria says, reaching for you as you move back, the man standing beside you, becoming a silent comforting presence, “But I don’t want it to be over.”

“I gave you as much as I could, and that wasn’t enough. So how would now be any different?”

“I can change.”

“Just between you and me,” He interjects, leaning towards you, inches from your ear, “She’s been a bitch since she was 8 and couldn’t find the tooth she had lost.”

You giggle.

“This has nothing to do with you,” She sneers, glaring up at him. He only shrugs with a slight smile.

“This is exhausting, you know,” you say, pulled together, calm, “you can’t start caring about something once it’s dead.”

“It’s not dead, it just needs to be restarted.”

You blink.

“Valeria, we’ve been dead for months.”

“We haven’t—“

“What about that marriage certificate mess?”

She pauses.

“It was for your own good, I don’t want someone finding you because of me.”

The mans head tilts a bit in your peripheral vision.

“Aside from us not legally being one anymore, you barely gave me the time of day. I could be right in front of you and you would ignore me. I was here the entire time, like a fucking little kid, waiting on you, only for you to never give me anything in return.”

“Relationships aren’t transactional,” She says, bitter. Thick with bitter. Patience running thin.

“No, they aren’t. But they do take work on both sides to work. And I can’t carry the weight of two.”

Valeria is quiet.

“I wish you had left me wandering about you, it would have saved me a lot of heartache,” you pause, “You made me feel like I was your world, then you ripped it away the minute I accepted that.”

“You like accusing me of a lot,” She snaps, the sweet glaze finally washed away, “I gave you everything I could.”

“‘Everything I could’ is disingenuous if you had to divide it three ways.”

Valeria sighs, deep, angry,

“If you would just fucking shut up for once and let me talk you would act right!” Her voice booms, flinch taking your gaze away, your head light as your thoughts block themselves out. You stand spinning, feet still but disoriented, and all of a sudden, you were small again. You were just polishing dishes to make her happy. You were throwing out that perfume you loved and she hated. You were waiting up until you fell asleep on the couch, only to wake up alone with dirty dishes to clean. You are small again.

“Garza.”

His voice cuts through the haze, confident, unwavering. His touch rests on your shoulder blade, weighing you back down on the uncomfortable reality.

“This doesn’t fucking include you.”

He sighs, his fingers gently rubbing your back, warmth seeping through your clothes.

“Could you act grown for once?”

Valeria is quiet.

“Your picket-fence has been sharp as knives. You never loved me. You wanted to collect the hearts you took.”

“I hate how you make me out to be the bad guy.”

“Valeria, I am tired of you. I am so very tired. You owe me so much sleep.”

“Why do you want to give up on us?”

You sigh. The two of you would just talk in circles until one of you died from exhaustion.

“Valeria, I could give you my heart and you would forget you had it. I could tell you time and time again the extent of my love and you would find no worth in it. I could drop everything to make a little piece of your life easier and it isn’t enough for you.”

“You were enough.”

“You say that like a faithless prayer. If I ever was enough you wouldn’t run to other people. If I was enough you wouldn’t have attacked me over a simple question. You wouldn’t assume that I was the thing that always hurt you. You wouldn’t only think of me first when something went wrong. And it doesn’t matter what I tell you, because I know you won’t believe me.”

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“You haven’t believed me before,” You hesitate, the mans presence beside you evident, vulnerable, “I held out every night for you. I thought you’d notice me— not my body, not my wit, not my helpfulness— but me. And that never happened. I told you I felt bad, and I ripped my heart apart to try to get you to care, and the only thing you did with it was turn it against me. You told me I could lean on you then guilted me when I was too heavy.”

You shift, swallowing thick, trying to soothe your constraining throat,

“I remember when you acted like you loved me. You acted like I was your favorite toy, like I was the one you’d keep on your bed, the one you’d put in pretty dresses and kiss before bed. Then the minute— the fucking second— I thought you would be gentle with me, you ripped it all away. I sought after you day after day after day and I got nothing. And now I know, you had the chance to. I just wasn’t your priority.”

She stares. Your eyes tingle.

“I kept convincing myself the more attention and love I gave you, the more I’d receive. That when you didn’t reciprocate, you were just in a bad space. But it’s been years. There hasn’t been a day where I could just talk to you. And I’ve learned now you were spending them with other people. I’ve learned I’m the thing you keep in your back pocket when no one else will talk to you. I’ve learned that I’m the pretty toy you show off that you got just to throw me under your bed. I cannot imagine that you love me when I have never been what you wanted. Bad times come, but bad times don’t mean you run away from love. You go towards it. And you found it else where.”

You swollow again, choking on your own throat,

“I’ve been the stupid schoolgirl chasing someone who never looked me in the eye this entire time. And I feel stupid for it now, but I choose now to break out of it. You never claimed you love me so until we were dead and gone. You can’t dig up the corpse to hold it.”

There is silence. Your heartbeat. Your breathing. Valeria’s eyes burning into you.

“You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath.”

Valeria sighs.

Valeria is quiet.

Her eyes don’t meet yours.

“Go back to base, Garza. Before anymore actions are taken over this.”

“You don’t get to be in charge of me—“

“I am. Go back.”

He stands, she stands, finally moving from her place, shooting a glare over her shoulder as she slammed the door behind her, the same pots hitting the wall in her wake. A car door slamming in the same manner. Ignition. The sound leaving in the distance.

You stood, crossing your arms over yourself.

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.

The man beside you awkwardly shifts.

“I never got your name,” You say, a little croak in your voice.

“Rodolfo. Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

You nod to yourself.

“Thank you.”

He hums a quiet response, relaxing his frame.

“I haven’t seen many to go toe to toe with her.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I would say so,” Rodolfo glances past you, “She’s always had an assertiveness to her, but it devolves into brattiness if pushed enough.”

Quiet.

“Did you two have fights like that before?”

“We’ve had a couple. I joked I would call them the Great Wars. But now I just feel maimed.”

“If I had known about you earlier, I would have warned you earlier,” his voice is soft.

“Have you known her for long?”

“Yeah, grew up in the same area. I vomited on her at her quinceañera.”

“That was you?” You ask with a soft giggle, the noise pulling a soft smile from him.

“Did she still complain about it?”

“Yeah, yeah she did. I thought it was a little silly to still be mad about.”

“I did her a favor. I got her to take off that god-awful dress without having to seduce her.”

“I take it she’s never been able to charm you?”

“No.”

You laugh at that dry response, a comfortable little smile resting on his face, looking down at you with a certain gentleness.

“I don’t handle brats very well.”

You shoot him a curious look.

“Not right now.”

You glance away.

Quiet.

“Thank you for.. all of that.”

He nods.

“I would suggest you try to leave this place. She knows the location too well.”

“I…” You start, his eyes heavy on you, “It’s embarrassing, I don’t really have a way to do that.”

“Did she emotionally trap you to believe that she would be your sole provider while using that to control you in the way she wanted so you were pushed out of any career or financial independence?”

You pause.

“Yeah I guess, sergeant therapist.”

He snickers.

He stops, thinking over your words.

“If you would like, I can set you up living accommodations. No obligation to pay me back in anyway. No obligation to stay. How does that sound?”

“If you weren’t a pretty sergeant I’d say you were trying to kidnap me.”

He shifts a bit at that, flushing a little—

Is that blush?

“Well, If I did that, I’d have Alejandro down my throat. And it’s Sergeant Major.”

“Oh, you two are like that?”

He shoots you a glare.

“You have a dirty mind.”

You giggle, his face having another little smile break out.

“no, we are not,” he says with a head shake like a disappointed father.

You think, not fully clear, but the thought of Valeria randomly popping back up evident. You wouldn’t have to hear the door slam again. The walls rattling because you didn��t win the word game, or because you did. You could do your own dishes. You could strip her from you finally, pulling out the turpentine and mineral spirits, wiping yourself clean with Ivory.

“I think we could work something out like that,” you say softly, sweetly, looking up at him properly. Two moles. Soft eyes. Longer nose than Alejandro.

“You can call me Rudy, if you’d like.”

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nyctophiliq · 6 months

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✮ ┆ STEPPING ON YOU. valeria “el sin nombre” garza

content warnings. MDNI, nsfw content, female-bodied reader, pantie gripping/pulling, dacryphilia, fingering, degradation, finger sucking, manhandling (?)

author's note. uhm… just something quick, something small just to start off the madness- have fun reading :)

valeria was only trying to get two drug carriers to stop wasting the product and arguing with each other, and continue their work when you stepped between the three of them. you remarked that they were fooling around in the middle of a lot of work, a busy day, and a very important deal. valeria just scoffed over all the times before you interfered with everything she did before inviting you to her office to settle the matter.

“who told you to show off your personality like that? be arrogant?”

her knee was between your legs pressing on your clothed core, hand squeezing your face and forcing you to look up at her. you shook your head, escaping from her grip and your head falling on her shoulder while letting a moan out that got caught halfway in your throat. valeria’s hand pushes past your tactical belt, her fingers playing with your panties before gripping and then pulling on them cruelly.

“m sorry, ‘m sorry.”

you sobbed, thick tears clinging to your lashes as you gazed up. valeria grinned at the droplets, wiping them away all while letting go of the underwear and pushing you onto the desk. you were soaking wet, two fingers easily slipping inside of you, squelching sounds filling the office as a result of her harsh trust.

you could hardly speak, your voice barely above a whisper but desperate for release you kept begging for her to go a little harder, a little faster. you cried her name out when she does, gripping her shoulders tightly as your walls clench and unclench around her fingers. she watched your eyes roll back as you cum hard, a cute little scream escaping you as you fall limp against her.

“here,” she mumbles into your ear, you hum as she pulls her fingers out of you, nuzzling into her neck. she nudges them to your lips, assuming for you to refuse. rather, you wrap your lips around teh digits and suck on them just like she wanted.

all that power got to your head when she appointed you as her second in command, the one with the name to deliver all her instructions and commands on how to proceed, which deal to take, and how to handle customers who are ignoring the warnings of payment. you needed to be stepped on and look at that… what an obedient little toy you became for her enjoyment.

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sweetiecutie · 10 months

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Valeria Garza sugar mommy hc’s

Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem! Reader

Warnings: mdni, sugar mommy/sugar baby dynamics, age gap, a liiiiittle bit of angst but it’s all good, smut, it’s proofread a few times but I’m dyslexic so there prob will be mistakes lmao😭

In my mind Valeria is a raging lesbian. She always knew that she was attracted to women, but still gave a few goes to relationships with men. And, needless to say, the only things she got from those were trauma and deep disappointment in men. I can’t tell about her relationships with Alejandro for sure - were they platonic or romantic - but I kinda feel like he was the final straw for her. After whatever happened between these two, even an idea itself of being together with a man repulsed Valeria.

So when she laid her eyes on you - pretty little thing, all giggly and bubbly, looking up at her with those adorable doe eyes - Valeria knew that she just had to have you at any cost.

At first she was very subtle with her advances - she wanted to make sure that you were into women as well, to avoid yet another painful disappointment. And she couldn’t exactly ask you straight - that could’ve freak you out and scare you away - last thing Valeria would want. It took a pretty long while - for Valeria’s great dismay and frustration - for a perfect opportunity to finally come. And when you, giggling and blushing, confessed that you were indeed interested in women - Valeria felt giddy. Just perfect.

After this rather informative conversation between the two of you, Valeria finally decided to bring to life her plan of courting you. At first it was very confusing for both you of you. Mostly you. Here she is - this insanely attractive older woman, being genuinely interested in your company, asking you out for coffee or just a ‘girls night’ every once in a while, and you didn’t know how to feel about it all. Valeria was playful and flirty, all the fleeting touches on your shoulders or thighs that made you tremble, your fingers brushing while handing something to each other, longing stares that were a bit too long to be brushed off and it wasn’t long until you developed a crush on her. And rather huge one, I’d say. “But did she actually feel the same? Was she interested in you the way you were in her? Or was she just playing around, like a cat with a trembling mouse, before throwing you away once she got bored?” - these were the questions buzzing loudly in your head, and you didn’t know what to do.

You’ve been fighting your feelings back - ignoring butterflies flaring in your stomach whenever Valeria called you, or stupid smile stretching your lips at the mere thought of her. Your “little crush” turned out to be stronger than you initially thought it was, and it scared you. So, to avoid your heart being broken, you decided to take this whole situation into your own hands. And by that you meant ignoring Valeria until your feeling for her disappeared.

And oh baby, was she annoyed by that. Once eager and happy “Of course, sushi night sounds just great” from you was replaced by “Sorry, but uni really has me in a chokehold, gotta lots of work to do”. This lasted for nearly a month before Valeria’s this thin patience finally snapped - she had to do something about it.

She decided to visit you late in the evening (so that she was sure you were home, to avoid possible frustration by you being absent). Banging on your front door she waited patiently for you to open it, listening to quiet scurrying on the other side.

Soon tentative “who’s there?” came from you, your voice sounded so small - scared, even - not waiting anyone this late of an hour.

- It’s me, hermosa. Open the door, - she said as calmly as she could manage, jaw set tightly and nostrils flaring as adrenaline was rushing through her veins.

You cracked open the door, peeking out to make sure it was actually her, before opening it fully. Valeria felt her rage fading slightly at the sight of you - hair all disheveled and up in a rushed bun, skin flushed and soft from hot shower, small silky bathrobe you had on gave her a pretty sight of your plushy thighs.

You were relieved to see her at your door and not some creep that could put you in danger. But the look of annoyance etched on her pretty face made you gulp nervously, whole body tensing as you could clearly feel a not so pleasant conversation quickly approaching.

You stepped aside, letting Valeria inside your small apartment. She made her way to your living room, stopping in the middle of the room and looking around, not saying a single word. You lingered behind her awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

- Sooo, would you like some coffee? - you started tentatively, playing with your thumbs to busy your hands with something.

- The fuck is happening, Y/n? - Valeria asked harshly, turning around on her heels to fully face you.

- Pardon? - you asked, your eyes widening at the sudden aggression in her voice.

Valeria sneered at your lost expression, looking at the wall behind you and inhaling deeply through her nose, trying her best to control her rage. This woman had a short temper, and you perfectly knew it, internally preparing yourself for a shouting marathon. You watched Valeria close her eyes, taking another deep breath, before saying in a eerily calm tone:

- You’ve been avoiding me. For a month now. Why?

Oh. So she did notice.

You stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights, as Valeria looked expectedly at you.

- So? - she pressed, cocking one of her dark eyebrows as silence went on for far too long. You gulped, trying to swallow a heavy lump constricting your throat, your waterline burning with bitter tears.

- Because I don’t know how to feel about you, - you uttered quietly, your voice small and weak, trembling ever so slightly. You tried controlling your breathing in a weak attempt of calming yourself down, not to let hot tears fall down your cheeks, especially in front of her.

- The fuck is that supposed to mean? - Valeria barked, making you wince slightly. She regretted it immediately, taking yet another deep breath to cool down, waiting patiently for your reply.

You hesitated. Should you tell her the truth? Or you could use an excuse of being busy with your studies, it seemed like it worked perfectly with Valeria. Or so you thought, anyways.

It was now or never - at this point, after you avoiding her for several weeks and this exact conversation happening, your relationship with Valeria would never be the same. So you decided to rip the bandaid off in one harsh move - painful at first, but it’ll be way easier in the future.

- I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. And I decided to end it before it got way too out of hand.

Ringing silence fell between the two of you. Valeria looked at you dumbfounded. Wait, what? Did you just confessed to her? That means that you actually, actually, liked her back?

Garza just stared at you silently, and you felt sick to the bottom of your stomach. You couldn’t control your tears anymore, feeling them flow down your cheeks freely. You quickly turned away, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand, angrily wiping salty tears away. Anger was bubbling inside of your chest - this is so stupid, stupid, stupid!

You heard footsteps behind you and suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, Valeria’s warm body pressed against your shuddering back, molding against you. She rested her forehead against your shoulder, rubbing her face against soft material of your bathrobe, arms squeezing you a tad tighter in a hug.

- Princess, you don’t know how much I wanted to hear you say it, - she murmured against your skin, inhaling a lungful of your sweet scent. Your head snapped to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of Valeria.

- What..?

In a swift move the turned you around, warm hands resting on both your cheeks, thumbs wiping your tears away. Before you knew it her plump lips were slotted snugly against yours, sending electric shocks running up and down your spine, electricity tingling on your fingertips. You gasped softly before she broke away, leaning back just enough to have a proper look of your flushed pretty face. Without fully realizing what you were doing you leaned forward, once again meeting her lips with yours, arms wrapping around her shoulders to keep her as close to you as humanly possible.

So that’s how relationships between you two started. You two never actually settled sugar mommy/sugar baby dynamic, but with the age difference and all the money Valeria had from running a cartel?? Baby, you get whatever you want.

Valeria literally spoils you rotten - any jewelry, expensive makeup or clothing piece you may want - you most certainly get it. She also loves to take you to pretty locations like Italy, Spain, Jamaica - you name it. Your vacations never last long due to her work, but it’s enough to make some amazing memories together. But spoiling also goes to some extend - you want another car? Cariño, you already have three new pretty sport cars in garage - the answer is a firm NO.

And speaking of work - Valeria wants you as far from it all as well. It’s most likely you don’t even have any idea of what she’s doing for life. You guess that it’s something illegal - considering all the conspiracy and amount of money Valeria makes. But you don’t think too much into that; Valeria wants you away from all this dark business - so you do just that.

Valeria has a pretty tight schedule, not always having time for sleep, not saying anything about time to spare for you. That means that when she does have free time she expects you to be right there with her, no matter what you were previously occupied with. College? - Skip it. Family gathering? - Babe, you see them pretty often anyways, now get your precious ass over to her. Of course it annoys you as well sometimes, but Valeria genuinely doesn’t see anything wrong with her behavior so you have to patiently explain to her that you can’t always come to her at her smallest whim, causing pretty nasty arguments by that.

Valeria is very possessive. Whenever you extremely one of your friends that you’re really close with? God, it just turns some switch inside of her - her smile disappears, jaw clenching slightly and her whole body goes a bit rigid. She wants you all to herself, she wants you to only think about her and no one else. She knows that it’s wrong, that she shouldn’t feel this way, but she simply can’t help it! You are so smart and kind and pretty and charming - it’s hard NOT to fall for you! It takes lots of reassurance from your side to soothe Valeria’s pointless worries, proving over and over throughout the night that she’s the only one for you, the only one that can make you feel so loved and needed.

Valeria definitely gave you a cute golden choker, inlaid with lots of pretty gemstones. She loves seeing you wearing it - not only it goes well with most of your cute outfits; “mommy’s princess” engraved on the inner side of it translated onto your skin prettily, staying there for several minutes - bare sight of it makes Valeria’s mouth water, fingers twitching with want.

And speaking of sexual activities - I’m a firm believer that Valeria is a dom. Hard or soft - depends on her mood and your behavior. But this woman just doesn’t know how to bottom, not that she wants to. She loves her pretty pillow princess, loves to do all the work for you, having you at her complete mercy. You tried switching roles a few times, but every single time Valeria ended up pinning you down, absolutely ravaging you with her tongue, fingers or strap (or all together👀)

She’s VERY into pet play. Varelia absolutely adores tugging on the leash, making you whimper and ordering you around. Loves seeing you humping her leg like a desperate little pup, being so polite asking your mistress to finger your tight hole<3

Loves loves LOVES making you squirt!!! And don’t have any doubts, you WILL squirt with her! This woman just know how to make another woman cum in a matter of minutes. And all the cute sounds you make? God, it drives Valeria absolutely crazy!

Loves receiving sloppy slow heads. You sitting in between her spread legs, so desperate to please her. Your big doe eyes almost rolling back into your skull, tongue delved deep inside her pussy as you lick and lap at her seeping cunt, nose nudging her clit. Valeria buried her hands into your hair, tugging you towards herself, nearly choking you on her cunt.

And can you guess what Valeria’s favorite activity is? Scissoring you absolutely stupid early in the morning, her clit rubbing tightly against yours, your juices mixing, running down your thighs and ass. And make sure to give her a show, massaging your bouncy tits, pinching these perky nipples. Best way to wake up imho🥰

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alwaysshallow · 3 months

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Yeeey!

Valeria garza x Fem reader

How would Valeria deal with her teenager son giving attitude to her or his mother (reader)?

Please and thank you, take your time and take care 🫶

if her teenager son would give attiude to her, i feel like she couldn't be bothered, really lmao. she would say something about dropping the attiude, but she'd be more like "wow. that's my son. my genes" since it reminds her soooo much of herself. yet, she'd cut his attiude because no one speaks to her like that

but if he'd give attiude to you....oh. god, have your son in mercy. valeria literally gets aggressive. not in scary way, but in a way "how dare you speak to your mother like that". there's a whole ass monologue about respect, how you can be sad because of that. how he should think about his behavior and it's horrible.

she sents him to his room and you're. so amused, it's a sheer contrast to her grumpy ass. "what's so funny? he's literally—"

"—our son. and he didn't say anything that offending me, cariño," you say, a small smile on your lips, while you wrap your arms around her. "my queen in a shining armor."

#exilesanswers #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #x reader #valeria cod #cod x reader #valeria garza x you

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blingblong55 · 4 months

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Touch -Valeria Garza NSFW

Photo credit: @ave661 (middle)

---- F!Reader, 18+, smut, MDNI, WLW, fingering, oral!sex, ruined!orgasm, dom!Valeria, sub!reader, toys, established!relationship ----

A/N: This is also with the help of one of my friends, so credit her for giving me ideas and for how this fic plays out...also let's thank her for judging me enough that I describe sex better...

Your pretty hands tied to the bed, a pillow under your hips, your arms wrapped around your thighs. Her tongue lapped at your pussy. Her tongue latching onto you with hunger, your moans and her lust-filled moans filling the empty armoury room. "Such a sweet pussy," she growls, licking and sucking hungrily at every part of your soft exposed flesh. Her tongue is as if in a trance when making slow circles around your clit, causing you to let out small and needy moans.

Your hips, trying to beg for her fingers to dig into that wet pussy of yours. She shakes her head, "Patience, Chula," her voice so soft, purring against your sensitive folds before looking up at you. You give her a whine and a needy stare, she can't help but give her needy girlfriend what she wants. Two of her fingers, stretching and massaging your tight cunt, her thumb rubbing circles around your swollen clit. She was driving you wild with love and desire; you arched your hips into her touch, begging to have more of her.

"Do you want more?" her lip into a soft and mocking pout as she taunts you. She stops just as she is about to hit your G-spot. She undoes the zipper of her jeans until they are off her body, her pretty laced panties covered in her wetness. Valeria looks at you, gets up and walks to the nightstand. She picks up a bottle of lube, a vibrator and her favourite strap-on. When she walks back to you, she pulls her panties down. The vibrator to the low setting, vibrations on your cunt, you whine and beg for more but it falls on deaf ears.

Valeria groans, watching with pleasure as you begin to go crazy under her touch. "Oh aren't you such a good girl for me, muñeca," she praises, her fingers picking up pace now. Her thumb continues to circle your clit relentlessly. Her free hand reaches behind her back as she unclasps her bra, tossing it to the floor without care. Her warm breasts spilt freely, heavy and full, ready to just let your pretty lips have a feel for them. She leans forward, cupping your bud between her teeth, suckling so greedily as if you were her lifeline.

Your eyes closed, begging for more of her touch and since your hands were tied to the bed all you could was beg. She exposes her shaved folds to your mouth. Valeria moans loudly when she feels your tongue fucking itself into her wetness. You look up at her, giving her a grin as you tongue fuck her. "Oh-..fuck..just like that, eat me like you mean it, Chula," she pants out. Her back arched as she thrusts her hips to your face. She grips the bed headrest, nails digging into it as she nears your much-needed climax. The way your tongue worships her wetness, savouring her sounds and her taste, oh what a mess have you made of her. Your tongue flickers and circles her sensitive spots while your nose hits the sensitive bud.

To all this, she bucks her hips harder against your mouth, trying her best to keep your mouth to her pussy. "Oh god, yes, just like that amor!" she cries out, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure, making her whimper when you wouldn't stop.

She pulls away and returns to the toys lying on the floor. She places with east the harness and adjusts it, the lube making the dildo glisten. The head of the heavy and massive cock at your warm entrance. Her hands are on your hair as she pulls your face to her and into a passionate kiss. Both your tongues tangled once more as the beautiful bodies start to move together with rhythm. Her soft hips rocking back and forth against your own. You squirm, trying to adjust to the size of the toy.

Your pretty eyes on her. "Oh, is my pretty girl ready to cum for me?" she chuckles, thrusting harder and fast inside of you. The head of the dildo hits your G-spot repeatedly, which sends waves of pleasure through your body. Her free hand reaching to play with her tits, she twists, pinches and laughs cruelly as she does all this. It was so erotic how much she loved to watch you this way. Not being able to say no since you love how she takes control and enjoys watching you cry for orgasms.

"Cum for me, whore." she thrust with need and primal need. "Cum while I satisfy all your dirty thoughts with my fat dick," she moans. The way your pussy clenched around that cock, how you tried to free yourself to pleasure your clit while you came gave her reason to pull away. You whine, kicking your feet, "No! No!..please…please I want to cum!"

"Tsk tsk, now now, be a good girl and stay patient." She secretly loves to get you to the point where you are just so close to your orgasm that she takes that away from you. You shut your eyes, tears running down as you become over-sensitive, "Please…please I'll do whatever, just make me cum!" you cry so pathetically it makes her laugh. As Valeria gets on her knees, she presses her thumb on your clit, three fingers inside of you as you begin to smile, getting back to that wave of pleasure. Your eyes shut, a smile like you won a beauty pageant, you bite your bottom lip and all she does is feel for when you are about to reach your orgasm.

Your cunt, clenched on her fingers, your body close to riding that high. Just as you were about to let out so much wetness, she pulled her fingers out, your feet kicking the bed as you whined. "That's what happens when good girls touch themselves without permission" A stupid mistake you made when you rode your pillow whilst she was away for work. You cry and she leaves the room, leaving you tied to the bed like her pathetic little slut.

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yawnderu · 3 months

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Valeria would fuck you much better than any of the COD men send tweet

#valeria garza cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x you #valeria garza x fem!reader #el sin nombre

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polakina · 3 months

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tell me your secrets

pairing: valeria garza x reader

rating: explicit

outline: valeria wants information. you want to be out of her compound. she likes your attitude and decides to take this interrogation as a one on one

warnings: smut, fingering, oral (fem recieving), kidnapping, interrogation, spanking, flirting, enemies to...fuck buddies??, thigh riding

requests are open! hope you enjoy, petals <3

a/n: i love this woman. she's got such a hold on me i had to write for her

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The restraints were cutting deep into your wrists as you struggled to free yourself from them. It was such a stupid move. Arguing with El Sin Nombre’s men during a rally was not your best move. But you were a freedom fighter. You couldn’t stand the way they swaggered around with their smug faces, pointing their guns at innocent bystanders, looking for any information on where their resources were taken to.

You had them. Well, your team had them. You’d caught wind of a shipment for El Sin Nombre on the west side of Las Almas. So before the resources could be picked up by the team, you’d slipped in and taken everything, keeping it in a safehouse far from Las Almas.

One of El Sin Nombre’s men had recognised you from your previous encounters with them, and his emotion overtook him and he’d held you captive. The truck ride felt like hours, being bounced around in the back of the vehicle with a bag over your head. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Or if you were ever coming back.

You heard voices, muffled by the bag over your head which was starting to itch your scalp. It was driving you insane. A few hours you had been sat in this chair, men coming in to question you and leaving enraged when you didn’t speak a word. Not a word had come out of your mouth since you’d gotten out of that truck and been hauled to this room. Or corridor. Or whatever the fuck these boys had put you in.

Trying to untie the knots roped around your wrist, your fingers started to cramp and you cursed out into the darkness, the ties too tight for you to wriggle out of them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you heard to your right. A woman’s voice echoed through the room. “You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep doing that.” Footsteps made their way over to you and light seared into your retinas as the bag was harshly pulled off your face. You shook your head, moving the fair out of your eyes, slowly adjusting to the room you were captive in. “I’ve heard about you, you know?” The woman came round to stand in front of you, crouching so she was at your eye level.

You maintained eye contact, showing no emotion, giving nothing away. You couldn’t afford to. If she saw one crack in your facade, she had you in her grasp. “So what’s your name, then, hmm? I know what the freedom fighters call you on the street, but what should I call you?”

Silence. Utter silence filled the room. But it didn’t faze her like the other men. She didn’t get angry, or slap you, or storm out of the room. She just smirked. It seemed more unnerving than anything else.

“Not a big talker? Fine. Let me start this conversation,” she walked around the chair, standing directly behind you. You had no idea what she was doing until you felt her fingers curl into the hair at the scalp, pulling your head back towards the ceiling forcefully. You winced slightly, but said nothing. “You stole our resources, taking them from right under our noses in the middle of the night. Now we have no guns, no ammo, nothing to fight off the terrorists that plague our land. Now we can’t find your men. They’ve gone underground. And nobody’s talking. Not even civilians. You got them wrapped around your finger, don’t you, princesa?” Her face was so close to yours.

You’d seen a lot of El Sin Nombre’s men around in your time, but always under her command. She led them, they were on her orders. The times you’d come into contact with her were never pleasant. She loved toying with you whenever you had stood up to her. Not many people liked to challenge her authority, but you took pride in it. She admired it. She wouldn’t admit it turned her on a little to have someone rile her up, someone she could put in their place. Especially you.

“So now we have you in custody, your men hiding most likely at one of your safehouses which we can’t track down. You’re a smart woman. Maybe we should have hired you instead of the assholes we’ve got wearing our colours.”

You smiled. They hadn’t found your men. They had nothing. They were clutching at straws they barely had a grasp on to begin with. “Tell me where I can find my resources, and I’ll let you go.”

You considered it. For the smallest inch of a second, you seriously considered it. But you didn’t want a war to break out in your town. Nobody could survive that kind of hit.

She released your hair from her grasp, running her fingers through it gently before stepping away, coming back into your field of view. “Either you talk to me, or I let those boys back in on orders to slice you up until you talk. I don’t think you’ll survive for very long after that, honey.” The woman went and stood by the door, her hand on the metal handle. “The choice is yours. But I can promise you right now, I’m much better company.”

Hearing the creak in the handle as she pushed down on it, unlocking it, you stopped her.

“We don’t want a war breaking out. Las Almas is crumbling enough on it’s own. We don’t need to bring fucking genocide into play as well.”

She turned to face you once again.

“Is that what you think we’re doing? Starting a war.” The woman leaned against the door, arms crossed. “We never wanted one either. That’s why we need our shipment. To protect Las Almas and its people.”

“Didn’t feel like you were protecting its people when those assholes out there tore the south side of the city to shreds. Do you even know how many bodies we found? Innocent bodies. All gunned down by El Sin Nombre’s men for no reason.”

She looked down at her feet, rolling her shoulders back. “Those men were dealt with,” she said softly. “El Sin Nombre never gave out that south side order. Those men acted on their own backs. You’re talking to the person who personally executed those men for what they did that day. We don’t want a war, princesa. We want to protect our own. Our people. This city.”

“So patriotic,” you smirked, rolling your eyes. “I almost believe you.”

She walked over to you, leaning down until her face was inches from yours. “You should believe me. I’m the one person here who can get you out alive.”

You leaned closer, a certain fire in your eyes that she liked. “I want my men alive. If I give you the location of my shipment, then that’s all you take. If I hear whispers that you’ve taken out any of my men, I’ll come back here and rain hellfire down on you, I can fucking promise you that.”

She chuckled slightly, surprising you. “Even held captive, you show no fear. I like you. I give you my word that none of your men will be injured.”

“Your word means nothing to me,” you said, cocking your head to the side. “I want your boss’ word.”

“My boss?”

“El Sin Nombre. I want his word.”

She smiled, nodding once. “What makes you think he’s a man?” She asked quietly, and it sent sparks flying in your brain. You’d been told that the boss was a man. Dangerous and vicious. But a woman? That felt even scarier to you. “My word is just as good as El Sin Nombre’s, I promise.”

You contemplated for a moment. “What’s your name?”

“Why would you want to know that?”

“Just in case your word isn’t as good as you say. I want to know the name of the woman who I’ll be coming back for to hold responsible.”

The woman stood up straight, but her hand drifted to your jaw, holding it tightly and tilting your face up to look at her. “Valeria. You call me Valeria.”

With her other hand she reached into her back pocket, a shimmer catching the light and you saw it was a knife in her hand. Valeria leaned over you, the knife drifting along your arm until it snagged suddenly, loosening the rope around your wrists, allowing blood to flow. “Follow me.” Valeria turned and opened the door to the small room, motioning for you to head through.

The map stretched across the entire expanse of the table, the whole of Las Almas territory and its neighbouring cities plastered on the paper. You leaned over it, eyes casting a glance over where your base camp was, where your safehouses were. From their notes, they were nowhere near your men. It made you smile.

“So?” Valeria sat in a chair, leaning back on two wooden legs as her feet were kicked up onto the table. “The shipment. Where can we find it.” You glanced at her before looking back to the map. Taking a pen from the table, you circled an area on the map, out in the middle of the desert. From a glance, you wouldn’t think anything was even out there.

“You can find your shipment here. I have men on patrol in this area twenty-four-seven. So I expect to be able to contact them ahead of time so you don’t break out into a fucking bloodbath for no reason,” you asserted, tossing the pen back onto the table. Valeria smirked, standing up from where she was sat, marching over to you.

“Princesa, you’re not in a position to be making demands, okay?”

“I’m not your princesa.”

“Well, you won’t give me a name so you can deal with the name I give you. Besides,” her hand brushes away stray hairs on your cheek. “I like seeing the red in your cheeks when I call you it.”

You avoided eye contact, looking at the table, but she grabbed your face, her fingers digging into your cheeks as she forced you to look back at her. “Don’t be going all shy on me now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said through gritted teeth. You had felt heat on your cheeks every time she called you princesa. But you didn’t think she could actually see anything.

“You know, if you weren’t so hostile, we’d actually make a pretty good team. I like having something pretty to look at when I’m working,” she raised her eyebrows as your eyes met hers. “You don’t have to act so big and mighty around me. I’m not that scary.”

You laughed, your hand pulling her wrist away from your face, keeping a firm grip on it. “You act as though I’m scared of you. I can assure you, you don’t scare me.”

She hummed, turning the tables and grabbing your wrists in her hands instead, pushing you against the table. “I know. I like it. You got a fire in you, honey. I’m starting to like your company more and more every passing second.” She smiled, leaning in until her lips grazed your ear, her body pressed against yours. “Perhaps you should stay a little longer in ym compound.”

Your body was telling you to react in a different way to what your brain was screaming at you. You honestly didn’t know what to do. This interrogation had certainly gone down a different path than what you expected. “And why would I do that, Valeria?” From the past few months where you had challenged her men, challenged her, gotten up in her face about how she was ruining Las Almas and causing more problems than solving them, you’d never actually been this close. Nor had you ever felt so vulnerable in her presence.

“We’ve been dancing around each other for months. We’ve been at each other’s throats, fought on opposite sides. But there’s one thing you can’t deny,” she smiled against your ear as your breathing halted in your throat.

“And what’s that?” you asked, only able to muster it up in a whisper.

“That you like it. You like the confrontation between us. I’ve seen the way you look when I put you in your place.” She had you. The second she heard your breathing labour she knew she fucking had you.

You turned your face towards hers slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her teeth nipped your earlobe, trailing towards your neck.

“Hmm. You sure?” She coaxed, feeling your pulse quicken against her lips. “Because your body is telling me something else entirely.” her face came up to meet yours. She stood a little taller than you were, and the ends other hair tickled your cheeks. “Tell me I’m wrong. But don’t lie to my face in my own office.”

You couldn’t say anything. Saying no would be a lie in itself. Your lips parted slightly but no words came out. She smiled, her face inching closer to yours. “That’s what I thought.” Her lips found yours. Softly, but firmly slotting against yours in a kiss. Her body pressed against you felt her tongue part your lips further, exploring your mouth deftly. Valeria’s grip loosened around your wrists and moved to your waist, her fingers ghosting over your bare skin as your shirt lifted. You could have pulled away. You could have stopped this. But you didn’t want to. This already felt too good.

Valeria felt your hands come up to cup her cheeks, and she smiled into the kiss, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth. Your fingers drifted to her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. Her lips found your neck, sucking at the soft skin over your pulse. You couldn’t hide the small gasp that escaped your throat, making her chuckle softly. Not in a demeaning way. She liked that she made you feel good.

But her touch disappeared just as quickly as it came. She walked backwards, back to the couch opposite the desk, her fingers making quick work of the belt around her waist, letting it drop to the floor as she unbuckled it, pulling it through the loops. She kicked her boots off, nudging them to the side as she walked. “Still regretting staying?” She asked coyly, sitting in the chair, leaning back and spreading her legs.

“Not yet,” you replied, still leaning against the table.

“Then come here, princesa. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Slowly, you made your way over to the couch. She smiled up at you, one eyebrow cocked. You took the opportunity to lower yourself to your knees, knowing exactly what she wanted. You wanted it too. Your hands ghosted up her thighs as you leaned up to her. Your fingers unzipped her pants, pulling them down her legs as you found her lips with yours once more. Her skin was warm, like fire against your fingertips. Your mouth made its way south and you started at her knee, kissing softly at her skin until you made your way to her inner thigh.

Valeria watched you, looking down at you as your head inched closer to exactly where she wanted you. She lifted one leg over the arm of the sofa and let her head fall back as you pulled her underwear aside, gently ghosting your lips over her cunt.

You wasted no time, diving into her pussy, licking a stripe through her folds. She moaned softly, her hand finding your hair, pushing you closer to her cunt as you fucked her with your tongue. Valeria felt your finger glide up her cunt, dipping gently into her. You were teasing. She was having none of it.

“Keep fucking around and you will not like the punishment I give you, honey,” she said, her words like ice on her tongue. You pushed your finger deep inside, your tongue finding her clit, giving her the stimulation she needed. Lips closing around her clit, you sucked harshly at the sensitive little bud, your teeth grazing gently over it.

Her grip was so tight in your hair as she kept your head between your thighs, you wouldn’t be surprised if it bruised your scalp by morning. But you didn’t care. Your free hand wrapped around her thigh where her leg rested beside you, and you pulled it over your shoulder, caging yourself between her grip. She felt your fingers dig painfully into the supple flesh of her thigh, it made her gasp out into the otherwise empty room.

You added a second finger to the crevice of her cunt, and then a third. Valeria tensed around you as she felt your fingers curl against something devastating inside her. “Shit, princesa. You’re better than I-” her sudden moan cut off her sentence as your fingers quickened, thrusting deep and harshly inside her. You felt her thigh close around your head, her hand keeping a firm grip on your head as her quick breaths signalled her high coming to a peak. “Come on, honey. Make me cum. I know you can.”

Withone final thrust of your fingers, and the undying attention you gave to her clit, she felt her orgasm wash over her, her mouth hanging open and her eyes rolling back as she came on your fingers.

Her fingers released her grip on your hair as she came down from her high. You stayed between her thighs, keeping her legs pushed widely apart as you cleaned the mess between her thighs.

Valeria’s breathing slowed and became steadier as her muscles relaxed. Once you were satisfied, you looked up at her with glazed eyes. Her expression matched yours. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils blown. “Atta girl,” she smiled, patting her bare thigh. You pushed yourself off her knees and stepped between her legs, but her foot pressed against your thigh as she cocked her head at you. “Take them off,” she gestured to your pants.

You rolled your eyes, smirking, but entirely compliant to her orders. Your shoes were kicked to the side, your pants on the floor within seconds, and you moved back towards her. But her foot came up against your thigh once more. “Take. Them. Off.” There was no room in negotiation in her voice, her tone was stern and cold. It sent a tingle down your spine.

Underwear hit the floor and you felt bare in front of her. Your shirt was just long enough to cover your ass, but not long enough to be able to leave it to the imagination. Her finger coaxed you closer to her and you moved to stand between her legs once again.

Valeria’s hands drifted up your thighs, gently pulling you onto her lap and her lips melted against yours, her kisses deep, rough, needy. She shifted your body so you were seated on her thigh, your cunt resting on the muscle beneath her skin. “Your turn now,” she whispered, her accent thick and heavy in her words.

Her hands cupped your ass, dragging your hips along her thigh. Your clit rubbed against her skin in such a perfect way with each roll of your hips. Soft gasps accumulated in your throat as she guided you where you sat, straddling her. “Such pretty noises, princesa,” she smiled up at you, her hands drifting upwards as your body moved on its own, wanting to reach its own high. Valeria pushed the shirt up over your head, tossing it over your head where it landed clumsily on the table. Her lips found your breasts, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh, your nipples gently grazed with her teeth.

The stimulation was turning you on even more, every part of your body receiving the attention it needed to draw your orgasm even closer. But it never felt enough. Just constantly on the cusp, never teetering over the edge. Valeria could see it in your eyes.

“Need a little more, honey?” Her tone sounded mocking, but you were so close that you didn’t even care. You just went along with it. You liked this side of her. “Aw pretty girl. I got you.” Her hands grabbed your ass again, slapping your ass cheek harshly as she hoisted you up onto your knees. One hand stayed on your ass, the other reaching in front of her to play between your thighs. She was less gentle than you were with her earlier, her fingers thrusting deep into your cunt without warning. But it was what you needed. You moaned and tilted your head back, your fingers digging into her shoulders, nails carving lines into her skin.

She moved at such a speed, the noises coming from your soaked pussy filling the room with its obscene sounds. Her thumb pressed firmly against your clit, rubbing tight circles against it until you felt your core clench and your thighs tense around her own.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you cried out. Valeria looked up at you, seeing the way your eyes crinkled shut, how you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Say please,” she whispered, her ministrations slowing and your coming high fading. “Beg me for it.”

You had no shame as you made eye contact with her, begging and pleading to reach your orgasm. She just smiled, knowing the control she had over you right in this moment. Your orgasm hit you hard, and you buried your face in her neck, her skin between your teeth as you came. She hissed at the pain, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as she’d expected. She rather enjoyed it.

Breathing some air into your lungs, your body finally started to relax, and your walls unclenched around her fingers, but she didn’t take them out. Not yet, anyway. Your juices soaked her fingers, dripping out to coat her hand, but Valeria didn’t mind.

A few minutes passed before either of you spoke. You leaned back, your face close to hers and she leaned up and kissed you softly.

“Perhaps you should call your team, let them know what’s going on,” Valeria smiled, the whole reason you were in this compound now coming back to her. You returned her smile, chuckling softly, pecking her lips once more.

“Yeah probably. Did you okay it with your boss, I assume?” You questioned, cocking your head. You realised she hadn’t left your side since the interrogation, she hadn’t had the time to discuss it with the boss.

But Valeria just laughed, her whole body shaking as she chuckled. “Oh, honey. There is no boss to go talk to.” Your expression screamed confusion, and it just made her smile and shake her head. She patted your ass as she leaned back against the couch. “You just fucked El Sin Nombre and got on your knees for her, which was so hot, by the way. I call the shots around here.”

Stunned. Shocked. It was the only way to explain how you felt right now. You were bare ass naked in the lap of a notorious cartel leader. “You’re serious?”

Valeria nodded in response, a smile playing at her lips.

“So call your boys and let them know. I’ll send my men to retrieve my resources. And who knows,” she tilted her head up, lips ghosting over yours. “This could be the start of a beautiful business partnership.”

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