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blingblong55 · 8 months

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Complicated Freak- Valeria Garza NSFW

Based on a request:

NEED VALERIA TO SUCK ME OFF BUT ALSO WHILE I WEAR A MASK. (5 from teh kinktober thingAlso M!reader)

M!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, dom!reader, sub!Valeria, spitting, oral!sex, unprotected!sex, establish!relationship, secret!relationship

You and Valeria have been in a secret relationship for weeks after she recruited you. All men who worked for her wore a mask, and to your surprise, she liked it when you fucked her whilst wearing one. At times, all you had to do was look at her a certain way and she would start to become needy. This became a problem when she had a dinner with some other cartels and you were in the room. Gun in hand, she looked around as she spoke to the other leaders, a smirk on her lips when she saw how your clothes tightened around your muscles. "Excuse me but please enjoy yourselves." she stood up, called you and brought you to another room.

"Ma'am, what is it?" you always tried to be serious, after all, today you couldn't fuck up, this was a very important meeting for her. "Touch me~" she whispers, her hands on your chest, undoing your shirt. "Valeria, I can't, I'm on duty." You try to reason your excuse but she shuts you with a kiss. "It's an order, now fuck me." her hands guiding you to the hem of her dress. "Be rough this time," she whispers and you let your gun down. The door to the bathroom is locked as you lift her on top of the sink. Her legs are on your side, "you're a naughty little thing, Vale." you kiss her neck, your hands lifting her dress up. The bulge in your trousers hardening.

She moves her head to the side, giving you better access to her soft skin, you nibble and lick her neck. Her moans are soft, a smile on her as she feels waves of incoming pleasure coming through her. "fuck...R/N," she moans again, her hands on your shoulders or back, she can feel your muscles under your shirt. You kiss her again, your fingers teasing her entrance, she spreads her legs further, wanting more from you. Your fingers getting coated in her slick, teasing her cunt and making her moan. You finger her, fucking your fingers into her, making her rock her hips, her moans louder by the second. The way her tits moved as she moves agaisnt your fingers, making you lean forward, slip the dress of her shoulders and her chest. And of course, she wasn't wearing a bra, what a dirty whore, you thought. Your toungue licking her nipples, nibbling on them and leaving your mark on her.

Her tits bounce, making your hard cock get more sensitive. By some point you begin to trail down to her wet cunt, Pushing her soaked panties to the side, "Let me taste you, Vale." you whisper, your hot breath hitting her inner thighs, she pushes your head in. You lick and smile, enjoying the taste of her sweet cunt. She throws her head back, the mirror behind getting foggy. "Mas...mas.." she moans and pleas. You let out a deep chuckle.

You praise her, making her more wet, you know she likes it when you praise her. Making her into the perfect good girl for you. She grinds her pussy on your face, your nose hitting her clit each time. Her thighs are gripped by your calloused hands. She lets out more moans, each one getting sweeter by the second. Her whimpers, oh those sweet whimpers she lets out as she begins to get closer to the edge. "Taste like heaven, my little girl," you whisper, she clenches around your mouth, getting more and more closer. Her hand gripping your hair, how much she loves to be fucked this way.

"Cum, cum my sweet Valeria, please...please..." you softly ask, wanting to drown in her juices, letting yourself drink her and get pussy drunk before letting her out of this room. Her hands gripping the sides of the sink, her legs spread wide open just for you, her back arches as she screams your name, letting everyone know she belongs to you. "fuck, fuck...puta madre," she moans, her juices coating your tongue and throat. You smile, adoring her taste. Her eyes roll back, you not being able to contain any more, moan and groan.

But she isn't done and neither are you. You unzip your trousers, and boxers as your hard cock gets out, she smirks and as always, she gets on her knees. Stroking your cock as she licks the tip, teasing you and enjoying how your hips move, wanting to throat fuck her already. You roll your head back, now it's you holding her hair. It had been days since you last throat fucked her.

She was used to your length and thickness but was she really ready to get her throat fucked raw? You hated how she teased you, kissing all over your cock but never letting it all in. You push her head further, she gags and whimpers, her doe eyes looking up at you. The tears that form at her water line, and you get excited to fuck that mascara off her lashes. You begin to get rougher, her hands at your sides, trying to get a place to hold herself onto. Her drool falling off her mouth only motivates you more. The way the wet noises and her gag became music to your ears only made you get closer to your own orgasm.

Her eyes tear up, leaving stains on her cheeks. You pull out of her mouth, slap your dick on her face. "Open your mouth, stick your tongue out." You command to which she obeys. You once more slap it on her tongue and she looks up at you, that not-so-innocent smirk on her face, how you wish you can fuck it right off her. You again slide your dick inside of her mouth, "relax your throat," you say as your hips thrust, her pretty mouth making the perfect ring on your cock. She gags again, and you feel disappointed, thinking she should get throat trained more often, you think. "Take it, take it," you groan, a pleased sigh leaving your lips.

"Fuck, just like that, Vale." you like how your tip is basically hitting the end of her mouth, she massages your balls, gripping them and expecting her award to be here soon. "Oh, you know how to please me, princess." your voice was low, groans leaving your mouth, her pussy getting wet from this. She gags more, pre-cum and drool messing with her imperfectly perfect makeup. Leaving her a mess, you cum inside her mouth, you bite your lips down, "Yeah...yeah take it you whore," you say between gritted teeth.

Once you pulled out, your cum leaking from her mouth, you make her stand up. "Let me taste myself on your sweet lips," and you kiss her. Her hands on your body, yours on hers. Sharing yet another needed kiss. "You're my pretty girl, aren't you, Vale?" You say between kisses. "Always," she responds back.

Tags: @luci4theminorannoyance

A/N: I hope this was okay<3

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ivymarquis · 5 months

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

Mean Girl

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

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

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

Now a mean girl?

As it turns out that is much more your style.

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

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

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

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

Not that either of you are complaining.

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

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

But that still leaves a whole spectrum of punishment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sleepiexx · 1 year

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My Hero

Carlos Oliveira x fem!Reader

Note: been dying to write for resident evil!! Especially Carlos bc he has a special place in my heart right next to Valeria Garza, here it is :))

Summary: Carlos saves a pretty FBI agent and can’t help but flirt with her

Warnings: mentions of drugging, mentions of serial murder, mentions of taxidermying people, descriptions of a wound and stitching it, lmk if I missed any

Word Count: 1561

He’d found her in the hallway of the police station, bulletproof FBI vest ripped through as though it were paper. He hadn’t even considered that she was alive until he realized that the sad little wheezing noise that had non-stop been plaguing his ears came from her mouth.

“Holy shit,” he whispered as her eyes shot open. She attempted to move but stopped short, groaning.

Carlos stilled for a second, gun aimed at the woman, trying to determine wether her groans were that of the inhuman creatures he’d been desperately trying to survive against but ultimately decided against that as a pained whimper passed her lips. He quickly shoved his gun into it’s holster and grabbed a med kit off the wall before running to her side.

“Hey, hey, hey, stop trying to move sweet thing. I’m Carlos and I’m gonna help you, okay?”

“Hurts,” she whined, tears free falling down her face.

“I know, I know. I’m going to fix you up, but first, I need to take this off. Think you can hold your breath for just one second and tough it out?” He asked, knowing that no matter the answer she gave, he was going to have to convince her to let him take off the vest and let him stitch her up. Her life depended on it.

“Yeah” she breathed, jaw clenched tight, “yeah, just do it fast.” She moved her hands away from where she was clutching claw mark-shaped open wounds ranging from rib to shoulder.

“Will do,” his hands made quick work of the velcro, shimmying the loosened vest over her head. Underneath was a bloodstained white button up blouse.

“Is it okay if i unbutton your shirt so I can reach the wound?” Once again, something he would have to convince her of if she said no but Carlos refused to make her feel any worse than she already did by taking away her decision and just stripping her with no warning.

In response, she nodded. She was handling the situation very well, Carlos assumed that might have something to do with the vest, or rather the letters on it, what it meant she was. He quickly undid the buttons on her blouse, carefully sliding it off, attempting to not expose her. Thankfully, her bra had been narrowly missed by the claws on the creature, edges just slightly tattered, so she wasn’t completely bare.

Digging through the med kit, Carlos pulled out disinfectant. “I’m going to-“

“Please just get it over with,” she strained.

“Gotcha, no more talking,”

A pang of guilt rushed over her, “‘m sorry,” she cried, wincing as Carlos cleaned the wounds with harsh disinfectant. “I’m so thankful for your help, this just hurts really bad.”

“Hey, no hard feelings. I wouldn’t be feeling particularly chummy either if I was just- stabbed? Cut? Clawed? Jesus what happened?”

She took a long sigh, “There was a creature here earlier, like the ones outside but less human, more monster. Slashed the shit outta me with it’s claws and then smashed through the window.” She explained, gesturing to the broken window to her side. Carlos made a mental note to check her hands and legs for glass shards later.

“Christ,” he let out an exasperated sigh, “were you here to help with the zombies?”

The girl shook her head, “I mean not technically, they would have sent someone other than me had anyone known. We thought it was just serial murders to begin with. Which partially, it was.”

Carlos shot her a curious look, “I’m about to start stitching, but keep talking. It’ll help keep your mind off the pain.”

She gave him a respectful nod. “The RPD chief of police, he was killing various women and then turning them into taxidermy for his own sick enjoyment.” She elaborated, face turned sour, “I’d been in his office to discuss my findings about the murders with him, I only put together that he was the one committing them when he gave me a glass of water. After a few sips, I got woozy and realized he’d drugged me. Before I could do anything to stop him, I crashed on the floor. When I came to, Irons was long gone.”

Her face felt unusually flush as waves of chills ran through her bloodstream, causing her to stop her story for a second and rub her face with the palm of her hand opposite the side that Carlos was fixing up.

She continued, voice wary, “I wandered the police station still drugged up, but conscious. I was looking for help, but I was met with flesh eating zombies. After fighting them off, I ran in here to get away. Little did I know there was some big fucked up creature in this hallway too.”

Carlos frowned at her story, “that sounds awful, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before, other than the whole zombie thing.” She laughed a humorless, dry laugh. Carlos smiled along, attention still on the claw marks which at this point were dripping quite a bit of blood.

Her chills and flush-ness morphed into a skull shattering headache. She felt weak, incredibly weak. Her body sank lower on the wall she was propped up against.

“What’s your name again?” She asked, speech slurred ever so slightly but not enough to cause immediate alarm in him.

“Carlos, what’s yours?”

“I- I don’t know, Carlos. But…but.. but I’m tired, so ’m g’nna take a nap, okay?”

Carlos’s head shot up, his eyes meeting hers which were fluttering closed. Panic reared its ugly head in Carlos’s gut.

“Hey, hey none of that. You gotta stay awake.” He lightly smacked her face a few times, making her squint them open at him. “Keep those puppy dog eyes on me, okay?”

She didn’t give a response but he took her still open eyes as an okay. He hastened his stitching pace, flicking his gaze between her face and collar bone. As he was about to make his last few stitches, he noticed her eyes beginning to close again.

“C’mon, puppy, eyes open. I only got a few more stitches to do. You can rest later.”

She blinked a few times, silently trying really hard to stay awake as exhaustion washed over her body.

He decided to continue talking to her throughout the final stitches so she could keep focused on staying awake.

“Gotta stay awake so you can tell me your name later. And I gotta keep you alive so you’ll go on a date with me after this, how’s that sound?”

“You’re asking me out as I bleed all over your hands?” She strained.

He smiled, happy to have gotten her talking again, and while it wasn’t his top priority at the moment, he was really hoping to get that date. “If it makes you feel any better, you look really sexy covered in blood.”

She giggled faintly, “keep sweet talking like that and maybe I will let you take me on a date.”

“Is that right? Well in that case, has anyone ever told you what beautiful eyes you have?”

She scoffed with a smile, “just you and your weird nicknames.”

“I think it’s fitting, puppy for the girl with those sweet little puppy dog eyes. Besides, it’s not like you’ve told me your name yet.”

She would have likely responded had she not been occupied by realizing he finished stitching her up. Carlos set the thread and needle back into the med kit, reaching for gauze and tape before turning to wrap the girl’s freshly-stitched wounds.

“I thought you were a zombie there for a second, I’m glad I found you. Just one more combat trained person to add to the team.”

“How many else are there?” An attempt to gage how much of a chance they had of getting out. She wasn’t opposed to the idea of a small team, but it certainly wouldn’t hurt having some extra help.

“Well there’s you, me, my friend Tyrell, and that S.T.A.R.S. lady.” He listed off.

“S.T.A.R.S.? So we do have a fighting chance. Jill Valentine or Rebecca Chambers?”

“Jill.”

She nodded in response.

They stayed in a comfortable silence the rest of the time it took Carlos to wrap the wound. The agent focused on her breathing, trying to get it back to normal.

“All done.” Carlos gently patted the gauze, smiling and helping her onto her feet. He re-buttoned her shirt and even helped her slip her vest back on.

She shot him a smile back, “(Y/N).”

He cocked his head in confusion, “huh?”

“You said I needed to stay awake so I could tell you my name, well you’ve successfully fixed me up. I’m (Y/N).”

His smiled returned tenfold, “pretty name for a pretty girl.”

She laughed, “How did I already know you were going to say something cheesy like that?”

“You’re FBI, you’re in my mind, picking my brain.” He replied, making her scoff. He smirked in return, “So.. you want to fulfill my other wish?”

“What’s that?”

“Let me take you on a date”

A different route from both of their joking tones, (Y/N) smiled, a real, genuine smile. “If we get out of here, you can take me on as many dates as you want. After all, you’re my hero.”

#carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira #resident evil 3 remake #resident evil

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wraithchic · 17 days

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Rogue Roses

Word Count: 3k+

Ship: Valeria Garza x reader

My past is behind me, finally. Now I own a bar called "Velvet," a name that came to me easily after renovating the interior. I chose a rich red velvet for the seats at the tables. I used to think it was way too luxorious for a bar de mala muerte, my opinion changed when a customer came in and told me it made him feel like royalty, and there and then I felt like I had made the right decision. That comment made me get an uniform, which wasn’t really one, as I was the only person working here at the time, I chose a red velvet low-cut square-neck shirt and black flared pants, which made me feel like a slutty Mrs. Claus and way too navideña all year round, but the uniform makes me confident, and most importantly, brings in tips.

I’m used to dangerous people coming into Velvet, most of the customers are, but the bar isn’t my first time dealing with them. I sometimes feel like I’m the only person with morals inside this place, well, *now* I have some morals.

There’s one server at the bar tonight, his name is Constantino. He was the only person to hand in his resume when I was hiring, but he is the best waiter/bartender/bouncer on the bar, besides me, that is. And although he is a young soul, his body is around fifty-five years old, he also is fucking scary looking, he stands at almost two meters tall and ex-militia, so he is also the security at this place. -I should look into hiring some more help.- I tried to make-up for that scariness by giving him an uniform, just like mine, just that his was a red dress-shirt. We look like a Christmas gone-wrong movie, which wasn’t what I intended but, hey! We look good, I think.

Usually Constantino tends to tables while I work as a bartender, serving everyone who sits at the bar counter. And tonight, that’s the case, but we always take turns on the different jobs.

My shift begins with the usual crowd: drunks and football enthusiasts, we have two TVs at the top of the far right and far left wall, there’s some seats at the bar with no visibility of the TVs so they are empty most of the time. Today is a slow day, just the alcoholics that come here every day, the ones I serve despite the voice in the back of my mind telling me not to; so after a couple of hours, when the door opens and a woman walks in I can’t help but turn in her direction.

She’s wearing a black turtle neck shirt, cargo pants, combat boots, and a knife strapped to her leg, I can tell she’s one of the dangerous people. I don’t want to throw flowers my way, but since owning the bar I’ve gotten really good at profiling. I look at her second too long, but I avert my gaze to the cups I’m washing. The last thing I see about her is she sitting down at one of the almost-always-empty seats.

“One rum shot, linda.” I hear her say. She has an accent, that combined with the very obvious usage of Spanish tells me that she’s probably from Las Almas. Her voice is silky but somehow rough, I wonder how she would sound when she’s eating m… I need to stop that train of thought, I can afford an affair right now. “Yes, coming right up!” I shoot a smile her way as I dry my hands on my apron. As I pour her shot, her eyes never leave me, I feel her gaze burn on my face, I wonder what she’s thinking.

When I give it to her she takes a moment to sip it, savoring the taste before setting the shot glass down. I don’t really take pride in my shots though, a couple years back I leaned to mix drinks so the other beverages I serve are way better. I leave after handing her her drink to tend to other clients, although I would stay just to admire her gorgeous face… Oh Gods, stop it Y/N, you can’t get involved with a customer you don’t even know.

The woman’s gaze follows me around, it’s kind of creepy how focused she gets while I work. I try to ignore her, just looking in her general location every now and then. After debating for some minutes I decide to come up to her, that’s what good customer service is all about after all.

“Would you like anything else? To drink of course.” I smirk and can feel myself slightly blushing. I’m not one to flirt often so my skills are quite rusty and I don’t even know if it came across as a flirtatious joke. The woman smiles softly at me, her fingers idly tapping on the bar.

“For now, mi amor, just you. But I’m always open to suggestions.” I pout, as a sarcastic joke of course. “I’m afraid I’m not on the menu, corazón. But hey! This next drink is on the house, choose whatever me want.” The woman grins, her eyes sparkling with an intention I remember quite vividly from my late life, mischief. It can’t mean anything good. “Maybe you should be. But for now… two shots of rum, please. I’ll pay for the extra one.” She raises her empty shot glass in a silent toast to me while she smiles.

I carefully pour her drink and decide to ask something that’s been lingering on my mind. “What’s your name? Every good-looking woman has one.” I feel like my face is going to fall off, I can’t believe I just said that. My mouth is running faster than my head. “My name is Valeria, my love. And you are…” She leans in closer and speaks before I can answer, her voice a seductive whisper.

“Just the type of girl I’ve been looking for.” I audibly laugh “We’ll see about that.” I wink at her, badly, I was never one to control my facial muscles very well, besides, the last time I flirted was back in High School, before life carried me away from any sort of love life and work took over everything. “Name’s Y/N. Not fitting though, you can call me yours... “ I walk away to serve other drunks before she can answer. I need time away from her to gather my racing thoughts and (presumably) high blood pressure. I walk over to Constantino, who already has a shit-eating grin on his face. “She hasn’t taken her eyes off you, miss.” I hate it when he calls me that and he knows it, he is trying to get on my nerves.

“I know, Tino, I can feel it. Now get back to work, you have a family to feed.” We always joke like that, he’s like a father to me, a father away from home. After hiring him I met his husband and their two kids. “Okay boss, but, hear me, you’ve been alone for way too long and, by the look in your eyes, she’s a commitment you’re willing to pursue.” He raises his eyebrows as he walks away to talk to customers.

When I look back at Valeria she takes her drink, sets the shot glass down and leans back on the bar. I come back and serve her the third shot of the night. “Just so you know, the shots are ninety pesos each. Call me if you need anything else.” I say and leave after giving her a last glance. That’s the least sexy thing I’ve ever said. I know the shots I sell were pricey for such a simple drink but they were quality, and Velvet was the only bar in a couple of kilometers to serve 1800’s aged tequila. “Oh, be certain I will, preciosa.” She chuckled, it was like music to my ears.

As closing time approaches everyone starts to leave so I have time to talk to Valeria, I approach her “Oh Gods, today’s been exhausting. There was this guy who was trying to flirt with me, but I couldn’t get him to understand that he wasn’t my type” I laugh at my bad joke.

Valeria chuckles softly, her eyes never leaving mine. “I can imagine. Some men can be quite persistent. Was it the older one with the red shirt?” I lightly laugh at her assumption. “Oh hell no, that’s my employee, and he’s married.” “Sorry about that… So tell me, what is my type?” She makes an emphasis on the last part, I guess she’s trying to get me to say I’m attracted to her. “That’s a pretty easy guess, isn’t it? You tell me” And it is, I’m not super picky with my women. Any of her guesses would be pretty much correct.

“I’m guessing someone strong, confident, and not afraid to take charge... and a bit rough around the edges." Her voice is low and teasing. “You’re right, but what about physically? That’s a pretty easy guess too” I smile and she smirks. “Oh... someone with dark short hair and beautiful with toned muscles and sharp features. Am I close?” Her eyes flicker down to my neck, if I didn’t know any better I would think she’s a vampire. I can tell by her tone that she is still teasing me. Two can play that game.

“Oh now you’re just describing yourself but I’d say you’re pretty damn close. This is a fun game. I’ll guess your type now.” I lean on the counter, giving Val a full view of my cleavage. I know full well that I should change my work clothes to something less Christmasy but that shirt brought more clients than the drinks I served ever would. Her eyes flicker down to my chest and back up to her face, a predatory grin spreading across her face “My type?”

“Oh yeah.” I start describing myself. All I wanted to know is if she is as attracted to me. “And you like playing hard to get, don’t you, princesa?” Her voice is a low growl and her face is twisted in a cynical smile, her fingers now trailing lightly down my arm. “Ahora dime, vida mía, why are you single? I’m guessing you are." “Tell me how you know I’m single and I’ll tell you the reason.” Her knowing I’m single is kind of creepy and my curious mind needs to know. Curiosity killed the cat, after all.

“Well, you haven’t looked at your phone since I’m here, so no one is texting you or if they are, they can wait. And there’s no tan line on your ring finger, so you’re not married.” She says it as if she had been waiting for someone to ask about it. But certainly, satisfaction brought him back.

“Wow, you’re quite observant. So, in this business it’s better if men find me attractive and think they have a chance with me, then they don’t mind the high prices.” I say with a big smile on my face. “For example, you didn’t question the price of my shots even before looking down at my cleavage, and you’re not a man.” I chuckle and walk back to lean on the wall.

She smirks. “Touché. You’re quite the tease. But remember, I’m always in control, even when it comes to my little games.” Valeria’s gaze never leaving my body. “I don’t think so… you haven’t looked away from me since you walked in. You would love it if I just got on my knees and praised me like a God, wouldn’t you?” That’s what I wanted to do, I just needed her to tell me to do it.

Her eyes flash with amusement and desire as she watches my face. “Oh preciosa, you have no idea what I’d really like to do with you. But for now, let’s focus on business.” My playful facial expression dropped to a serious one fearing what she might mean. I ran away, far enough for no one to know me, how could she? “What business are you talking about?” She smirks, her fingers tracing along the countertop “I’m interested in purchasing some of your... unique items.”

My last romantic affair took an unexpected turn during my final year of high school when my then-partner led me down the path of shady business dealings. What initially began as a seemingly harmless and exhilarating escapade soon transformed into a serious occupation after I decided to part ways with her. I used to be an exceptional artifact smuggler, no police, national or international, could ever catch me. I had stolen and sold more than three thousand different artifacts from all around the world, from emeralds to clothes and paintings, I had swiped it all in almost seven years. Roughly five years ago I stopped. Morals were threatening to catch up to me and so was the CIA, they had never been so close to finding me, so I changed almost everything about myself. I got a new hairstyle, threw away my cell phone, moved to Mexico, decided to never visit again the countries I swiped from and the most painful decision I ever took, never going back to my homeland. I formed a new life in Las Almas, bought a bar and a small house with the leftover money from my past deals and burned the rest. But now all of my efforts se fueron al carajo, she knew who I was. I walked over to her and whispered “I stopped selling contraband historical items, preciosa, find another place to buy it from.” I haven’t been this serious all night and in general, it’s quite rare for me to be. I can feel the scowl on my face. Vale’s finger traces along the counter, brushing against my hand, “I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.” Her voice is honey-sweet, her dark eyes burning.

“No voy a aceptar incluso si ofreces acostarte conmigo. Won’t happen, although, sí aceptaría lo segundo but no more contrabando from me. I left that world long ago” And I wasn’t lying, even before the CIA came close to me, I was planning on starting a new life with the money I had earned. “Eres astuta, aren’t ya? Hazlo por mí, one last time. I could pay me whatever you’d want”

“In this business, you need to be. I’ll close the bar and then I’ll see what I can do. Don’t worry about paying it’s all on me” I don’t know what came over me but I remembered that I had some leftover items I brought with me as a reminder of my past life, but also because I fled Spain, the country I was at at the time I heard that the C.I.A. was soon to catch me, so fast I couldn’t really decide what things to pack and what to leave behind. This was an opportunity to truly become someone new. I go over and close all the tabs, then kick out some of the leftover drunk men, the bar had closed half an hour ago after all. Constantino was long gone by now. I come back to talk to Vale but she speaks first. Chuckling softly, Valeria leans against the counter, her body language inviting yet, not completely “That’s quite the generous offer, linda. But perhaps we can strike a deal where you help me find what I’m looking for, and I’ll… well, help you.” Now she´s got my attention “Tell me about it, Vale.” I am quite curious about this deal. Her lips curl into a seductive smile, her gaze holding an unspoken promise, which I can’t really pinpoint. “I’m looking for some rather... unique items. Something that would pique the curiosity of a collector, perhaps something with a dark or mysterious history. And in exchange, I’ll give you protection and perhaps, some security for this place.” Having security for Velvet didn’t sound half bad. “I have some leftover items in my house, if you want those I’ll give them to you free of charge.”

Her eyes twinkle with interest as she considers my offer “Oh, really? Now that’s intriguing. I’d love to take a look at these leftover items, mi amor. They might just be what I’m looking for. But tell me, vida mía, what are they?” “They are a piece of the Koh-I-Noor Diamond, an original Picasso, and the Nebra Sky Disk… Just let me finish everything here and go home to bring me the things.” Valeria’s gaze flickers between me and the door, her mind clearly racing with excitement “I’d be delighted to see them, preciosa. You’re sure you don’t mind parting with them?”

“I really don’t, I’ve been trying to forget about them for a long time and didn’t know how. Is this a deal then?” I extend my hand for her to shake it, and when she does a shiver runs down my spine, I’m not sure why but ever since I saw her sitting at my bar a couple of hours earlier, I’ve needed to touch her, but not the lingering touch like the lines she’s been tracing on my arm but a whole touch, like this. Now, if this was her effect on me with only a handshake, what would happen when she touches my… Oh Gods, I stop my mind from going in that direction before I blush even more. Valeria’s gaze is intense as she grips my hand in a firm handshake. “Yes, this is a deal.” I bring Valeria’s hand to my mouth and kiss the top like the true gentlewoman my mami raised me to be, I truly miss her. “I’ll be right back” I go out the door and hop on my motorcycle to get to my residence, it’s a small house a couple of minutes away from the bar. It’s my house, not my home. My home is in another country, with my family and the last bit of my innocence. When I got there I looked for the goods and my gun, I’m not that dumb, for all I know that woman could be part of the C.I.A., and I’m not going to take that risk. I pack the items, put them on a backpack, and head back to my bar. I open the door to find the bar empty until I feel my chest hit the wall, knocking the air out of me. She was right behind me, breathing on my neck. So now, I’m not breathing properly for two reasons and I feel the wetness slit. She growled. “You left the door unlocked, anyone could’ve come in at any time. You’re lucky I was here to protect my place.” I left it unlocked because she was here, but I’m not about to say that. She backs away and I turn around. “And you’re lucky I had the backpack in my hand, if I hadn’t you would’ve broken the things.” I huff and place the backpack on the counter. “Take a look, they’re inside” I step back and place my hand inside of my pocket, taking the safety out of my gun. I’m not sure if she heard it but better safe than sorry.

Valeria opens the backpack, her eyes never leaving the items in question “They’re beautiful.” She runs her hands over the crown and disk, her fingertips tracing the intricate details “And the painting... it’s stunning.” “Son todos tuyos, I don’t want to be associated with that part of my life anymore… How did you know where to find me?” I am partly relieved that the contraband is no longer mine but on the other hand, I need to find out if I need to take Valeria out.

“Tengo a mis informantes, and I’m not with the feds, sé que eso es lo que te preocupa. Now leave the gun alone. I’m not a threat to you.” “That still doesn’t relieve me.” I say. “If I were an undercover cop, would I have flirted with you all night before even trying to buy from you? Aparte, los policías son pendejos y jamás te habrían encontrado. I’m not a cop, I’m quite the opposite, actually.” She answered while continuing to carefully pack the items again. Meanwhile, I sit at a bar stool, it’s not quite comfortable but that’s the goal, making already drunk people want to leave and sober people want to drink to forget about it, drinking. “So you are dangerous, huh?” “Of course I am.” She smiles at me, it’s charming. “I think I saw my mouth water at that.” Now she’s laughing at me.

I blush but decide to change the subject. “I never get to sit on this side of the bar, it’s quite refreshing.” Valeria glances over at me once again, having finished packing, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “It’s always refreshing to see someone enjoying themselves, mi amor.” I chuckle “Why are you calling me “mi amor”, huh?” I’m teasing her again. “I knew you were into me but not to that level.” Valeria’s smirk grows as she leans on a table. “Oh, but I am, amor mío. You’re irresistible, you know that? And the way you blush so beautifully… it’s quite captivating.” I blush even more at her words. “I don’t blush! It’s the way I did my make-up.” How can she get me so flustered with such simple words?

Laughter bubbles up from Valeria’s chest, a light and airy sound that fills the room. “Ah, you flatter yourself. It’s adorable.” I decide to look in the other direction to avoid looking into her eyes. “I’m not doing that, pesada.” “If you’re not then I will. you’re beautiful, talented, and absolutely irresistible.” I feel a surge of braveness across me and decide to flatter her too. “Well, you’re not bad off yourself. Creative, dominant, and fucking gorgeous.” Valeria’s eyes widen in surprise, her smirk growing. “Oh, you think so?” She steps closer to me. “And I forgot to mention, that gloss you’re wearing looks like it tastes fucking delightful.” I really don’t know where I got this boldness from but I’m speaking my truth.

Valeria’s smirk turns predatory. “And what makes you say that, mi amor?” She glided her fingertips along my jaw, her lips were mere inches from mine. “Out of pure curiosity, nothing else.” I smirk. Vale chuckles softly at that as she leans in even closer. “Curiosity killed the cat but it certainly doesn’t deter me.” After saying that she finally kisses me. I’ve been wating for this all night and its even better than I thought. Valeria’s hands roams up my body, one stops at my hip and the other takes my gun out of my pocket. “Wouldn’t want you to shoot me, mi vida...”

#valeria garza x reader #call of duty #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #reader insert #bartending #fanfictions #i posted this first on a03 #las almas #im sooo gay

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baohanhanesel · 7 months

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Valeria Garza x Obsessed Reader. Part 2

Part 1

Valeria was a curious woman and just as she told herself she'd unfold the each and every layer of your life she noticed that she actually didn't have to try much. You barely hid anything. You were a confident person, and in Valeria's eyes this made you more powerful. She wanted to impress you and get to know you. But seeing as you hid nothing and by doing that being invisible it was a hard thing to accomplish. You didn't hide the fact you went to high school in this town or the fact that your parents lived in another city. You were too normal to draw the eyes on you, and that must've been the thing that gave you the access into everything about Valeria. You were her sneaky little snake, and she'd treasure you.

You were just day dreaming in the bar about the day Valeria took you out to have dinner after kidnapping you. She was so pretty. For the first time you were able to see her eating. For you, that was a big step. You had already recorded everything in your brain and would replay it in your head until you got to see her on the same breakfast table as you. You looked forward to that...

After the second time you both got to hangout you thought it would be a great idea to message her. She didn't respond until you sent her a picture since it was an unknown number and Valeria probably didn't even care enough to open the message box. She was hesitant to text, seeing that you were capable of finding her number easily once again. Just what were you... An agent of some sort? You were so much like her. Your curious sneaky nature kept drawing her closer to you. She was falling so hard and she didn't know how to stop it. Everything you did reminded her of herself. A strong woman who knew how to get her job done, that's how you were.

Valeria wanted you as much as you wanted her. She had to be yours, and the same applied to you. Many weeks of taking you out and offering you to stay the night over at her place, she decided she'd officially ask you out. You didn't deserve to just stay as a "flirt" for her. To her, you were starting to become her everything just like how she was for you. She did make the first move, asking you out on a cold night. She'd expect someone as insatiable like you to kiss her on the first night but you completely surprised her by saying it wasn't the time. She had figured everything about you, she knew every piece of information she could grab about you but still you managed to surprise her. Seeing as you were holding back, just to have whatever you both had to last longer. Valeria wouldn't disappoint you. She'd go at your pace because really... She often felt like you were her law and order. Whatever you did and told had to be the only right and truth.

So needless to say when you wanted a photo of her on the first day of your relationship, she was surprised once again. You were just so possessive in a way it made her want to chuckle and giggle even as a grown woman. You would ask her where she was going quite often. She didn't want to tell you at first, just to try and keep you away from the dirty part of her life... But after seeing you insist and say "Even if you don't tell me I'll figure it out anyways, my Valeria. So save me the time darling. You are mine. Every side of you is." She had never felt so owned. She couldn't form any other word but a soft yes when you spoke like that to her. You would never leave the "my" out whenever you called her name out. That melted her. She actually felt like she belonged to you, and you belonged to her. She never thought she'd find someone as strong and daring as you.

The time she came home beaten and rough was the first time she saw the more human side to you. The worry and fear in your eyes made her feel immense guilt. She would kill the bastards who got you in this state, the bastards who hurt her and by doing that hurting you as well. You bandaged her and drew her a quick bath, constantly asking how she was. You took her mind away from the rough day she had, taking her far away with just a soft kiss placed over her forehead. Valeria didn't think much about you inspecting her wounds a bit too closely. You must have been really worried.

How wrong she was. She didn't know what to feel when one of her men informed her of the bastards from the day before were arrested by the military because of their war crimes. Valeria didn't even know they had attempted such crimes. She was bewildered. But somehow knew exactly who was responsible for this. The only thing she was curious about was just how the hell did you manage to find those bastards without letting Valeria notice. You scared her as much as you thrilled her. She wanted to marry you. You were so protective of her and you didn't have to use your own hands to protect her as well. Your sneaky tongue did the work for you instead. You were a true snake and she wanted to marry you for it.

Ps: squeezed my last brain juice for this little ramble so this is the second and last. If you have anything to recommend about Valeria or platonic TF141 I'll gladly hear everything out. ✋

#cod modern warfare #cod #call of duty #valeria cod #valeria garza

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 2 years

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Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II Masterlist

•Simon “Ghost” Riley•

~Oneshots & Short Stories~

New Recruit

[Simon Riley x Masked!GN!Reader]

A new member joins taskforce 141 for the hunt of Hassan but you are not what the others expect. Something sparks in Ghost when he shares eye contact with you and you two are on the same eye level.

Call Sign: Chryso

Memories - Coming Soon!

Ghost is sent home to his apartment in Manchester to recover from his last mission's injuries. He's not dealing well with his free time but an accidental discovery of a corner shop in his neighborhood turns his world upside down when he meets a teenage boy who reminds him a bit too much of his younger self.

[Simon Riley & Teen!M!Reader]

Part I

Happy Ending

Ghost wants a happy ending but not with you.

[Simon Riley x Fem!Reader]

Call Sign: Vigil

~Series~

You’re Somebody Else

You watched him die and yet he’s somehow still alive. You’re certain that you’ve died too and yet you’re still kicking. Is this a message from the universe? A second chance to make things right? To confess? You want to believe it but you quickly realize that he’s not the same man you knew and loved. Yet your heart is fluttering when he touches you. Can you love this new version of him?

[Ghost x Fem!Reader]

Prologue

Part I

Call Sign: Nomad

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~Imagines~

Discrimination - Coming Soon!

[Simon Riley x Werewolf!GN!Reader]

Ghost never really realized what discrimination you had to face until you traveled to the US with him and Soap after a secret operation in Urzikstan.

Call Sign: Seven

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•Captain John Price•

~Oneshots~

Captain’s Best Friend - Coming Soon!

[John Price x M!Reader]

Gaz sees something he’s technically not supposed to see in Amsterdam and he accidentally mentions it to Soap and the task force somehow ends up visiting their captain’s “best friend” in Liverpool.

Call Sign: Maverick

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•Kyle "Gaz" Garrick•

~Oneshots~

Orange Juice - Coming Soon!

[Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Fem!Reader]

You disappeared suddenly after you had a car accident, and the whole squad is obviously upset but it hits Kyle the hardest. After months of radio silence and barely any information about your whereabouts, you show up at a home party Price invited you to. You’re a changed person.

Call Sign: Kite

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•Valeria Garza•

~Oneshots~

Not Like This

[Valeria Garza x Fem!Reader]

You wanted to touch and kiss her but not like this...

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•König•

~Miniseries~

Maniac

König’s relationship with KorTac’s local psychopath is something he himself doesn’t really understand. But when an incident happens and a picture of the two is circling around the army base they’re currently staying at, they finally address what is going on between them...

[König x M!Reader]

Part I

Part II

Call Sign: Atom

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~Imagines~

Hofer Encounters

[König x Fem!Reader]

You regret your decision to make some money as a temp worker at your local supermarket until you lay eyes on that man...

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~Others~

Incorrect Call of Duty Quotes - Masterlist

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v3n33rs · 10 months

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

Anyways lets get to the good stuff

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

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M! Reader

T! Reader

Fluff

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

Headcannons

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

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

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R@p3(No.)

Pregnancy(Ew children)

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

Pedophilia (Minor x Adult)

Scat or Piss(Ew)

Fetishes

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

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

If you have a rude comment keep it to yourself

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COD(Call of Duty)

ROTTMNT(Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

MLP(My Little Pony)

EW(Eddsworld)

HP(Harry Potter)

MID(My Inner Demons)

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Pokémon

HTTYD(How to Train Your Dragon)

DS(Demon Slayer)

The Maze Runner

Sonic The Hedgehog

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COD

John "Bravo-Six" Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

Roldolfo Parra

Valeria Garza

König

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Donatello

Michealangelo

Casey Jones

Splinter (P! Only)

MLP

Rarity

Fluttershy

Twilight Sparkle

Rainbow Dash

Pinkie Pie

Applejack

Discord (P! Only)

Tord

Tom

Edd

Matt

Jon

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ronald Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Arther Weasley (P! Only)

Molly Weasley (P! Only)

MID

Asch

Pierce

Rhys

Noi

Leif

Ava

Mrs Oates (P! Only)

Helluva Boss

Stolas

Blitzø

Moxxie (P! Only)

Millie (P! Only)

Striker

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Angel Dust

Husk (P! Only)

Cherri Bomb

Lucifer (P! Only)

Pokémon

Ash(P! Only)

Piers

Raihan

Gordie

Milo

Marnie(P! Only)

Allister(P! Only)

Bea(P! Only)

Nessa

Kabu(P! Only)

Opal(P! Only)

Bede(P! Only)

Melony(P! Only)

Hop(P! Only)

HTTYD

Hiccup

Astrid

Snotlout

The Twins

Dagur

Tanjiro

Inosuke

Zenitsu

Nezuko(P! Only)

Any of the Hashiras

The Maze Runner

Gally

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Chuck(P! Only)

Sonic The Hedgehog

Sonic

Tails(P! Only)

Rouge

Knuckles

Shadow

Blaze(My bbg)

Amy

Request anything I'm bored as all hell

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WELCOME !!

— engravedbites : reveri / canine ( k-9 ) !!

ABOUT : he / him , ao3 writer — mostly mlm

LINKS : ao3 account , masterlist !!

REQUESTS ? : open

— writing info !!

FANDOM : Call of Duty

WHAT I’LL WRITE : character x character , character x m!reader & no romance relationships at all

WHO I’ll WRITE : TF-141 members , Alejandro Vargas , Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra , Valeria Garza , Phillip Graves , m!reader , nbmasc!reader & transmale!reader

TYPE OF WRITING : SFW & NSFW .

i will write works containing gore , violence , fluff & angst , but i will not be writing actual smut .

the most it’ll be is intimate / suggestive .

REQUEST RULES :

keep the “type of writing” section in mind before submission

don’t submit anything weird / messed up

when submitting please put in as much detail as you can into the plot , scenery , dialogue , ect . & if it’s character x character or if it’s character x reader , then what character & what type of reader

will write other characters that are unlisted for x character / reader

will do rare pair & maybe crackship character x character ( experimenting w/ what i wanna write )

will do wlw , f!reader / nbfem!reader

— Thank you for reading , hope you enjoy !!

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blingblong55 · 5 months

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Wicked Games- Valeria Garza NSFW

---- M!Reader, 18+, MDNI, smut, sub!reader, dom!Valeria, established!relationship, ---- A/N: Had to dig into the deepest part of my head to write this for my M!Reader pookies and also...this one is shit...sorry

Being her desk pet and the only man she trusts, Valeria sighs in frustration when she sees you walk in. "R/N, I'm busy so mi amor, get out," she instructs. Being needy all day had you wanting to break her rules, you shake your head, walk to her and take a seat by her. She assigned a chair just for her little pet but right now, your disobedience has her wanting to push her over the edge. She laughs, thinking it's funny at her daring pet. She hated to be interrupted when meetings and decisions like the one she was about to make. "You know the rules," she says and gets a cockring and vibrator out. "Take them off and be a good boy, si?"

Your trousers on the floor, the cockring around your hardened length and the vibrator teasing your swollen tip. "Don't make a sound not even a little whimper, understood?" You whine with a small nod, "But please… I..-"

"Aren't you a disobedient pet," her voice filled with excitement. You shut your eyes and she chuckles, "What's the matter, you can't take it now, that's a shame muñecito," she mockingly says. "I bet you like that. How I won't show your sensitive cock any mercy." As you begin to squirm she grabs your fists forcefully, pulling them behind your back. Her free hand reaches for the drawer, lube on her palm as she strokes your cock. You let out a loud moan, just what she wanted, to make you earn a punishment. Your entire body trembled as waves of pleasure took over you. "Understand that now?" she pulls her hand away, having you whine for her touch. You look so pathetic now and it's just what she wanted.

"Oh god please, Valeria, I need you~"

"Isn't that my good boy, so needy," her tone now more seductive. She walks behind you, she leans over, your eyes on the wall ahead of you. Her soft breasts against your back. Just like that, her hands traced downwards to your waistband. Your dick twitching under the cockring, she leans in, her breath hitting your ear. "You know I don't like it when people interrupt me." She reminds you.

"I know, but…I needed your touch, I want it," you whisper.

"Oh really?" she purrs, her hand finally reaching to your throbbing member. "It's a shame, you know maybe if you behaved so well, I would pay more attention to you." With so much ease, she strokes you, admiring how your cock reacts to her. She steps back, goes to her drawer and takes out a pair of black cuffs, attaching them to your wrists, "Spread your legs apart," she commands and you as said.

"W-what are you going to do, Valeria?" Your voice soft but still a little whiny.

"Shh, esta bien, don't worry." she reminds you.

"Now spread your legs wider," her voice firm, breasts pressed against your lower abdomen all while she reaches between your spread legs, massaging your balls so softly.

"You're such a good boy," she praises, her hand grasping your cock that was dripping with precum. You whimper at her touch and she begins to stroke you. "No no, I want to be inside of you, please~?" All she does is shake her head, "You know, I should probably stop," she pulls away, sitting back and watching you struggle in the restraints. Her phone on her hand as she records you struggle and cry.

"Do anything you want," she laughs. "Oh, you're so pathetic, cariño." Her cruel way of treating you only makes you want her more. And just as you were about to cry, she slaps you. "Good boys don't cry, remember that" She gets up and walks away. Your cock is sensitive to need, and the camera is placed neatly to you. Recording as you beg and cry, "Mistress, I know you're watching, just please…I'll be a good boy, I'll do anything," you cry.

She only comes back to sit on the edge of her desk, presses a vibrator to her wetness and lets you watch as she pleases herself. Her free hand on her hardened nipple, your eyes half closed as with pleasure you watch. She laughs as you begin to grow hard, she throws the vibrator to the side and begins to finger herself. Her moans fill the room as she calls out your name.

It's pain and pleasure that she gives you and as she has her needed orgasm. Once her fingers are covered in slickness, "Open your mouth and clean my fingers." She orders, you open your mouth; your tongue lapping at her sweet and tasty fingers. "Just like that," she watches with pride.

As soon as you were done, she left the room once more.

A/N: ....I love whiny men <3

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vampsquerade · 2 years

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Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction:

Chul Kyung “Vigil” Hwa

Olivier “Lion” Flament

Erik “Maverick” Thorn

Jordan “Thermite” Trace

Miles “Castle” Campbell

Gustave “Doc” Kateb

Gilles “Montagne” Touré

Julien “Rook” Nizan

Saif “Oryx” Al Hadid

Dominic “Bandit” Brunsmeier

Elias “Blitz” Kötz

Marius “Jäger” Streicher

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Mark “Mute” Chandar

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James “Smoke” Porter

Seamus “Sledge” Cowden

César “Goyo” Ruiz Hernández

Masaru “Echo” Enatsu

Liu Tze “Lesion” Long

Collinn “Warden” McKinley

Aleksandr “Tachanka” Senaviev

Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda

Timur “Glaz” Glazkov

Shuhrat “Fuze” Kessikbayev

Ryad “Jackal” Ramírez Al-Hassar

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John “Soap” MacTavish

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Captain John Price

Phillip Graves

Talon

König

Hong-jin “Horangi” Kim

Zhiqiang “Zimo” Wong

Jesus “Chuy” Ordaz

Enzo Reyes

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Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Sebastian “Krueger” Krueger

Hans “Golem” Blaustein

Benjamin “Otter” Lee

Jackson Wyatt

Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza

Alejandro Vargas

Alex Keller

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

Sergio “Morte” Sulla

Vladimir Makarov

Thibault “Riptide” Lefebre

Roland “Swagger” Kaminski

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Fluff

Light Smut (Vanilla)

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Substance Use (only weed and alcohol)

Cheating and Toxic Relationships (My therapist has recommended I try to write stuff that helps ease off the trauma I’ve gotten from these)

Stalking

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Suicide (Very, very, very slim chances of me ever making an exception for it)

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intoxicated-chan · 2 years

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blingblong55 · 10 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

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