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blingblong55 · 6 months

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Young and Beautiful-Alejandro Vargas NSFW

A/N: so desperately want to kiss him, look at that cute face uggghhh

Based on a request:

Hi Kasper 🖤 If there is a spot available still, could I get an Alejandro Vargas x f!reader with a breeding kink + dbf au?? if you're not doing 2 from the list, either is fine. Thank you, I hope you have a good weekend --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, dbf!Alejandro, breeding, unprotected!sex P-in-V, age gap, gentle!sex ---

A/N: all characters are of consensual/legal age

It started with an innocent question that now has his hand over your mouth as he fingers you. Your tried to suppress the moans from escaping but his thick fingers kept rubbing your clit and giving you the pleasure you longed for. "Ale-" You try to stop him but all he does is undo his trousers. Your dad and mum are downstairs as he corrupts the daughter of his best friend. "Shhh chula, be a good girl and keep quiet," he kisses your lips this time and slowly pushes himself onto you. His hands under your shirt, neck kisses that guarantee hickeys to be shown.

Clothes were thrown to the side, "I'll take good care of you," he whispers and rubs his tip on your clit. Your legs spread open for him. The bedroom of his friend's 'little girl' now used to have sex in. He gives your clit a few smacks with his tip before slowly slipping it inside you. You gasp, his size too much to take, you let out a whimper to which he kisses you to keep the noise down. "It's okay, be a good girl and take it," he whispers between kisses. Your hands are on his back, holding him close as he thrusts into you with care. His kisses are intense, tongue lapping yours, fighting for that bit of dominance, he can't take back what he said. "I'll ruin you, Chula." A promise he meant to keep.

His thick cock nearly too deep into you, hitting all the right spots, your clit rubbed on by his fingers. "I bet you fingered yourself to me, huh." a cocky smirk on him. Oh, how he loved to know you dreamt of this moment, to get absolutely corrupted by a man like him. His not-so-innocent girl had a vibrator in her drawer, one he planned on using, not tonight, but maybe tomorrow for yet another 'friendly' dinner. "Wouldn't you look so cute, filled with my kids," he kisses you again. His kiss is like drugs to you, addicting yet alluring. You can't help but bite his lip in return, trying to stay quiet for him. His cock now fucking into you with rhythm, and you let out a moan. "Shh, wouldn't want to let daddy know what his friend is doing to his daughter, now would we?" His chuckle is deep and rich with lust.

His back with light scratches from you, your neck with two visible love bites. His hand goes to your tummy rubbing it and looking into your eyes, "Look at you, so perfect and even more so if I fucked my kids into you," his beard tickles the skin of your jaw as he whispers. A knock from the door, "R/N, Ale, you ready?" A surprise he and you were in the room to begin with. Another innocent question he gave you months ago. The surprise in the closet as your cunt gets filled with his cock. You clear your throat, "Almost done Dad, fixing a few stuff." you call out the lie. "Alright honey," your dad responds and heads back to the longue. "mmm, what a bad liar, mi corazon," a smirk like the devil as he notices your hand fly to the one he had on your clit.

"C'mon, let go for me," he ensures. Your head is thrown back as your juices leak all over his thick and needy cock. He smiles, "That's it, that's a good girl," he watches you ride this high. Your hips rocked into his cock, his pre-cum leaking into you. "Oh, what beautiful face you have, R/N," he grins, adoring how you try your best to keep quiet as he brings you to the first orgasm of the night. He holds your hips, thrusts become faster and whispered groans escape his lips. "Ale...Ale" desperate whispers leave your lips. "I know, Chula," his voice soft. The tip of his fat cock, filling your walls with his cum. You can feel him fill you up, cum leaking out as he continues to thrust.

Hard and slow thrusts that turn to whispers of sweet nothings, that's what he offers as he wipes the tears from your pretty face. "Ay mi amor, don't cry," he kisses your forehead before trailing down to your cheeks and lips. He pulled out and laid next to you, big arms holding you. Your head resting on his chest, hair brushed by his fingers. "You really are a dream, R/N." His gaze is on the ceiling. Naked bodies lay together, resting from the high you gave the other. Kisses to his chest before he brings those kisses back to his lips. New promises made, corruption, possession, love and secrecy. The young and beautiful, the soldier and corruptor, kissing to lock the deal.

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3pirouette · 2 years

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Fic: There's a Chance We'll Get By

Title: There’s a Chance We’ll Get By By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette Spoilers: AU for CA: TFA Disclaimer: They're not mine. Word Count: 4643 Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: Steve and Peggy try to find a way to live while they’re on the run from the American government.

A/N: For Steggy Week 2k22 Day 1: “Inspired by.” This story is inspired by the Bon Jovi song “Born To Be My Baby.” While the vibe of the song isn’t exactly 40’s Steggy, the lyrics just hit me right in the feels and this is what you get. The idea of her being born to be his and him being made to be hers just GETS me. I wanted to address it more, but the story is just the vibe of the song. Lyrics added for reference as this is the section that sparked the story.

This is finished, there is no larger plot or story in my head. Just them on the run. Enjoy.

~*~

Light a candle, blow the world away Table for two on a TV tray It ain't fancy, baby that's OK Our time, our way

So hold me close better hang on tight Buckle up, baby, it's a bumpy ride We're two kids hitching down the road of life Our world, our fight

If we stand side by side (all night) There's a chance we'll get by (and it's alright) And I'll know that you'll be live In my heart till the day that I die

'Cause you were born to be my baby And baby, I was made to be your man We got something to believe in Even if we don't know where we stand Only God would know the reasons But I bet he must have had a plan

'Cause you were born to be my baby And baby, I was made to be your man

-Born to be my Baby, Bon Jovi

~*~ 1947

Peggy turned at the sound of the closing door, dishcloth still in her hand. “Oh, I know that look,” she sighed, moving towards Steve as he leaned back against the door, hands rubbing over his face. “What happened?”

“I think…” He sighed, letting his hands rest on her shoulders as his eyes said what he didn’t need to, “I’m sorry, Peggy.”

She lifted her hand to his cheek, letting her thumb rub over the beard he’d grown. “Nothing to be sorry for, my darling.” She stepped back, slinging the towel on her shoulder. “How much time do we have?”

He rubbed his hand over his chin, shaking his head. “I don’t know, I just know…” Steve didn’t finish, but instead started moving quickly, gathering the little they had in a pile on the couch until her hand stopped him. “Go bags or do we have time to pack?” she asked, eyes serious but tone soft.

His hand twisted in hers until he laced their fingers. He took a deep breath and sat next to his little pile. “The jack… it slipped. It was on the other side of the car. If I hadn’t…” Steve’s voice grew thick. “I had to grab it or it would have crushed him the way he was under there.”

“Mr. Marcone?”

He nodded. “If I’d been on the other side of the car, I just could have grabbed it and slipped the jack back under. But…” He squeezed her hand tight. “The way he looked at me. He was grateful, he was proud, and then… then he saw right through the beard and the fake Boston accent and…”

Peggy kneeled and hugged him tight. “And what, Steve?”

There were tears in his eyes he refused to cry. “He said he’d give us a head start before he turned us in.”

She held him tight for a moment, then pulled back. “Best get packing then. Dinner was just sandwiches, anyway. We can eat in the car.”

~*~ 1945

Steve’s head popped off the pillow the second he heard his tent rustle. He couldn’t see who it was in the dark, but as soon as he heard the voice, he knew something was desperately wrong.

“Get up.” Howard Stark wasn’t one to hang around the front lines during the day, never mind the middle of the night.

Steve sat up, reaching in the dark and pulling on his pants. “What’s wrong?” He moved to turn on the little lamp, but Howard’s hand batted his away.

His voice was harried and rushed in the dark, barely loud enough for even Steve to hear. “You’ve got to go. Get dressed and grab only the necessities.”

“Mission?” Steve whispered back, tying his boots and grabbing his knapsack.

“I’m afraid not,” Howard replied, stepping closer. “You’re not coming back. Take anything you can’t get along the way. Anything irreplaceable.”

~*~ 1947

Steve tossed the last bag in the back of the car and shut the trunk tight as the sun started to set behind them. With a jog he nearly jumped into the driver’s side as Peggy settled the bags at her feet. His hands fisted in his lap, the keys dangling from his fingers. Peggy turned her head and watched him. It was the first moment he’d been still since he came home and told her they’d need to leave. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, turning the keys over in his hands. “You deserve a lot more than this life.”

She put her hand over his, stilling the fidgeting. Her nails that had once been always manicured red so nicely now were bare and short, as inconspicuous as she could make them. He rubbed his thumb over a nail, still morning the little things in moments like this. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, my love.”

His head whipped to hers, eyes sad and welling with tears. “Peg…”

She smiled, and he could almost see exactly when she pushed her own fear and anxiety away to help him feel better. “Maybe I’ll be a blonde this time, yeah?” She laughed, even though it was flat a mirthless as she reached up to caress his cheek. “I was getting a tad tired of the beard, anyway.”

He let his forehead rest on hers. “Where to this time?”

“South,” Peggy whispered, pressing her lips to his. “I wasn’t looking forward to Christmas in Vermont. Too much snow.”

~*~ 1945

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, following Howard through the brush behind their camp.

“I mean what I said,” he replied, flailing his arms against the tree limbs. “I mean that Phillips and I uncovered a Hydra mole, but it’s too late.”

Steve stopped the man and turned him. In the moonlight Steve could finally see the fine sheen of sweat on him, the way his chest heaved and the way his eyes were wild like he’d never seen before. “Howard,” he pleaded, still feeling unbalanced from the way he’d been woken, “I need you to stop and explain it to me. You’re just giving me bits and pieces.”

Howard took a slow, deep breath and set his hands on his hips, looking away then finally looking back at Steve. “If our intel is right, at this very minute there’s an attempt being made on Senator Brandt’s life, and no matter if he lives or dies, they’re going to be blaming you.”

Steve reared back. “Me?” He shook his head, unbelieving, “But if we know this, why aren’t we trying to stop this?”

“You’re a patsy,” Howard nearly yelled, surprising himself. He stepped forward, dropping his voice. “You’re a patsy. You’re gonna take the fall. Hydra’s infiltrated somewhere up in the Senate, the House, hell, even generals! The list of things they’re going to try to pin on you, the things they’re gonna say- well, they’re calling you a traitor, Steve. They’re saying—”

“But it’s not true. You know—”

Howard pulled him along, getting them moving again. “It’s not about what is true or what isn’t true, Steve.” He huffed. “We got wise a few weeks ago, when an order came across Phillip’s desk to get you to Alamogordo. They want you off the playing field and in a lab somewhere, and it looks like they’ll do anything to make that happen.”

“Why?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, but that doesn’t really matter at the moment, does it?” He huffed, leading Steve farther away from camp, “Especially not if MPs come knocking at your tent in the morning.”

~*~ 1947

The motel bed was scratchy, but they’d driven nearly 36 hours and neither could stomach trying to nap in the passenger seat again.

“I can feel you thinking,” Peggy muttered against his chest, wrapped around him under the thin blanket.

“We’ll have to find you peroxide,” he mumbled, ticking the list off against her shoulder, “I’ll need a razor and a shave, and then we both gotta find new jobs.” He sighed. “How far south do you want to go?”

“I’ve heard good things about Florida.”

“I was thinking maybe we should go all the way to Mexico.”

She turned her head and rested it on his chest to look up at him. “Mexico?”

“It’s too risky here.” He sighed heavily, sitting up and running his hand through his hair. “There’s less chance of people feeling a patriotic duty to turn us in in another country, I think.”

“Maybe we were wrong about sentiments having cooled.” She leaned back, tossing the blanket off her. “Might as well go all the way to Argentina, then,” she countered, rolling on her side.

He chuckled mirthlessly, reaching down to run his hand through her hair. “We start going where the Nazis are hiding, it won’t help our case.”

She nuzzled into his touch. “At least we managed to establish communication again, even if Howard said there’s nothing new to report.”

“Better than nothing, I suppose.” He slipped back down into the bed, pulling her close. His voice was thick when he spoke again. “I was really starting to like that little town. I thought…” his voice trailed off, and he let what was unsaid remain unsaid. He hadn’t voiced thoughts like that in over a year, and didn’t know if he ever would want to again. “Sometimes… sometimes I wonder how bad it would be if we just turned ourselves in, you know? This can’t…” He huffed, snuggling into her embrace. “This can’t be worth it.”

“It’s a bumpy ride, darling.” Peggy agreed, pressing a kiss to his chest, “But I promise you, it’s better than whatever Hydra has planned. Better than whatever those men want to do with you.”

He shuffled a little, looking down at her eyes that held such surety, such belief, and melted just a little. “Why do you stay with me, Peg? Why do you put yourself through this?”

She pushed forcefully, rolling him onto his back and straddling him. “Must we go over this every time we have to move, darling?”

Peggy leaned her elbows on his chest, pinning him down, even though he could have lifter her off him easily. His maudlin seemed to disappear just for a moment. “We may not know where we stand in all this all of the time, but I will never want to be anywhere that isn’t with you, Steve Rogers.” She smiled. “There’s no getting around it, it’s me and you for the long haul, soldier.”

~*~ 1945

It wasn’t much of a clearing, and the small group huddled behind the Jeep to stay hidden in the small outcrop just off the dirt road out of camp. They all turned sharply at the sound of them approaching, but Howard pushed forward despite the way Peggy drew her gun.

She set it back in her holster and waited for Steve to step into the small circle they’d made around the map in the back of the Jeep. “I’d ask if you were followed but—”

Phillips interrupted, sour. “You want to nit-pick at his spy skills or do you want to get this moving, Carter.”

She looked away, only slightly chastised. “Yes, sir.”

Steve set his hands on his hips, looking at Phillips, Bucky, and Peggy. “What’s the play.”

“You and Carter are leaving,” Phillips started, harsh.

“Now.” Bucky’s tone left no room for argument.

“Where to?” He asked, looking into the trunk of the civilian jeep to see very little in the way of supplies.

“Spain,” Stark supplied, handing Peggy an envelope. “I’ll have my man meet you at that hotel in three days with more supplies and better cover identities.”

“From there, it’s up to you,” Bucky added, shaking his head. “You can’t tell us where, and you can’t be in touch.”

“How will we know…” Steve started, but Phillips shook his head.

“You’re about to be the number one enemy of the Allied Nations, son,” he sighed, folding up the map. “It won’t be safe for a while.”

“And when it is, we’ll find you.” Bucky stepped around Phillips.

Steve frowned. “You knew about this?”

“Only since this morning,” he whispered. “Dugan, too. We’re gonna fill the other Commandos in as soon as you’re gone.”

“This turned south far faster than any of us could have imagined,” Peggy added. “But I’ll tell you all I can once we’re moving.”

Steve stood, looking at them all, slack jawed in the French forest. He tried to speak, but nothing came out.

“I’ve got your back,” Bucky promised, taking his hand tight. “Till the end of the line, ok?”

“Yeah,” Steve mumbled. “Till the end of the line,” he parroted back, still stunned.

Phillips stepped in, turning Steve towards the passenger side. “Carter’s going with you. You two will be able to better slip around as a married couple than trying to march outta here with Barnes or Dugan.”

“She’s a better shot, too,” Bucky added, smiling to try to lighten the mood. “And a lot nicer to look at, and much better at whatever else you two do on those long walks you take behind the mess after dinner.”

Bucky’s levity didn’t change how he felt about the girl he was falling in love with stepping into the front line of danger with him. “I- I can’t ask you—” Steve stuttered out, looking over at where she was getting into the driver’s seat, noticing for the first time she’d shed her army green for civilian clothes.

“You’re not asking, I’m insisting.” She took a deep breath and turned the key, the truck roaring to life.

“Her idea,” Barnes whispered to Phillips’ dismay.

Phillips turned the man away from his friend, stripped the bag off his shoulder and pushed him into the car before tossing his bag in the back and pushing up the tailgate. He stepped around to Peggy’s side, stern. “You two need to move. Take turns, drive as far as you can tonight. Stay away from patrols, use whatever tricks Carter has up her sleeve, but you do not get caught, do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” they both replied.

With only the barest glance to make sure Barnes wasn’t hanging on the window any longer, Peggy shifted the car in gear and moved them onto the road and into the darkness, farther and farther away from their friends.

Steve could feel his heart pounding in his chest, he didn’t know what to say as they moved through the trees both too fast and too slow for his liking.

“Are you alright?” Peggy asked after a few quiet minutes.

The words tumbled from his lips in almost a laugh. “No. No, I don’t think I am.”

“Good,” She chuckled, reaching out and squeezing his forearm quickly before putting her hand back on the wheel to maneuver through the overgrown dirt road, “then we’re on the same page.”

Another long moment went by before Steve sat taller, his heart still pounding in his chest. “Peg, we should go back, swap you for Bucky—”

“Aside from the fact that this is the only sound tactical solution,” she replied crisply, “namely sending you with a spy who actually knows how to hide, get lost and stay lost,” she took a deep breath and looked over at him quickly, letting the mask of surety fall just for a moment, “If you think I’m letting the man I love run for his life in the middle of the night without me, then you don’t know me at all.”

He nearly laughed, but couldn’t quite tell if he also wanted to cry. “I don’t want you in danger, Peg.”

“And I’d like for you not to be on the most wanted list, but it seems we’re not getting our wishes today.”

The atmosphere became tense and she slowed the car, putting it in park on the dark, dirt road.

“Steve, look at me.” She couldn’t see much when he turned, but knowing his attention was on her meant enough. “Nothing about this is good. Not who gets to go with you, not who gets left behind to figure it out, not crossing our fingers and hoping we know who we can trust. Nothing.” She reached out, taking his hand in hers. “I trust you with my life. Do you trust me with yours?”

“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate.

“Then trust me that we’ve talked it through. Phillips, Howard, Barnes and I went through every scenario we could think of, and what it boils down to is you need to move and you need to hide until this is all over.”

“I won’t lie. I’m mad as hell you never told me.” He could see her frown, and knew from experience that her face meant it hadn’t been her decision. “You promised you’d tell me everything?”

She squeezed his hand. “As soon as we’re safer than we are now.”

He squeezed back and then let her go. “Then drive.”

~*~ 1949

Steve pulled out the little folding table and set it in the living room. The apartment wasn’t spacious, but it wasn’t the worst place they’d ever lived. He slid two of the boxes around it, setting up makeshift stools.

The apartment was unfurnished, and they had strikingly little to their names, but they’d made do with far less. He pulled out a linen napkin and laid it over the table, then set up the single pillar candle and put the small box next to it.

He nearly jumped when he heard her key in the lock. He stood tall next to his little surprise as she slipped in the door. “How was it?”

Peggy tossed her bag on the floor by the door, leaning back against it. “Well, I’ve learned my Spanish needs work,” she sighed, stepping in and smiling when she saw the little set up. “But no luck, I’m afraid. You?”

He took her in his arms, kissing her gently. “There’s a garage down the street, the owner will be there tomorrow.”

“You did like working on cars,” she leaned up, getting another gentle kiss before leaning back in his embrace. “They won’t expect we’ve traveled to another country just to get the same waitress and mechanic jobs, I’m sure of that.”

Steve scrunched up his nose, picking at her platinum hair. “I’m don’t think I’m used to this yet.”

Peggy giggled, tickling at his moustache. “Well, just for the record I think this is a horrid choice, but needs must.”

“You don’t like it?” He leaned down, nuzzling her cheek with his whiskers and bare cheek, laughing as she pulled away from the sensation. “No?”

“Goodness, no!” She slipped out of his embrace and laughed at him. “Let’s put moustache at the bottom of the list, shall we?”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him, gently kissing her cheek. “Noted.” With a side step, he pulled her over to the box. “Have a seat, dinner will be right out, madame.”

She shook her head at him, grabbing a match and lighting the candle as he disappeared around the wall into the small kitchen. The tiny apartment had little in the way of lighting, and the sun was setting, casting them in greys. “Now there’s an idea. My French is much better than my Spanish- why didn’t we just go to Canada?”

“You hate the cold?” he countered, carrying out two plates. He set them down with a flourish, then smiled shyly. “It’s not much. Or that fancy. We uh, we only packed two plates but…”

She reached up and slid her hand down his arm, squeezing his fingers before dropping it. “It’s perfect.”

“Happy Birthday, Peggy,” he whispered, bending to kiss the crown of her head.

Her eyes welled up. “Thank you, darling.”

He looked taken aback as he sat. “You thought I forgot?”

She swallowed down the tears and looked over the plate of rice, beans and chicken and the other of a simple white cake. “Well, I’ve just… I’ve had so many different names and birthdays over the last two years I hardly… I hardly thought about it today, you know?”

He took her hand in his across the table. “I pray every night that we don’t have to celebrate another birthday like this,” he leaned in, his voice quiet and insistent, “and I hate that this is where we are, but…” a smile broke through, “I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

Her smile was just a little sadder. “I’d like to say that by next year…”

“Doesn’t matter.” His words were definitive. Unyielding. He softened his tone and kissed her hand. “Doesn’t matter if we are or aren’t. As long as I’m with you.” He pulled the small box over. “I got it the day before we left. I was planning on this for today, anyway.”

Peggy pulled her hand back and opened the small box. “Steve…” she breathed out, pulling the small, delicate silver band from the tissue.

He took it from her and took her left hand in his. “I wanted to make it official. Between us, that is.” He stumbled over his words a little, a bright tinge coming to his cheeks. “We’ve been pretending for so long I don’t know that it much matters, and nothing would change the fact that I love you, but…�� He held the ring over her finger. “Marry me, Peg?”

“Yes, Steve,” she sighed, smiling bright as he slipped the ring on her finger. “In as many lives and as many identities as we ever live, yes.”

~*~ 1945

Peggy slipped into town while he stayed with the Jeep on the outskirts, hoping to keep his face hidden. She returned with a can of black shoe polish, a bag of pastries, and the morning paper that declared him a traitor an hour later. “This will cover up the blonde for now,” she said as she’d helped him comb it through his hair, “But we’ll need better for you.”

Three months in Spain helped her hone her Spanish, which was decimated when they were found out and they’d spent two very frustrating and confusing weeks in Portugal before they jumped on a boat and headed to Africa.

Blending in wasn’t exactly easy in Algeria, and there were far too many American and English expatriates in Egypt for them to feel comfortable.

For nearly a year they managed a small existence on the Greek coast. They both stumbled with the language at first, but Steve picked up quicky and Peggy became passable in a few months. He managed to find a job in a shipyard, explaining away his absence in the army by faking poor eyesight. His strength was needed, and they paid him well enough for it. Being outside all day turned his skin a nice olive tone, and a scruffy beard and shaggy hair, along with some coke bottle glasses, kept him relatively unrecognizable.

They talked about getting married for real instead of just saying they were for a cover.

They talked about how they could build a life when they were still being looked for even though his likeness was popping up in news reports less and less frequently.

They’d nearly been lulled into a sense of security, until Barnes woke them out of a dead sleep in the middle of the night banging on the door, shoved them into an unmarked van and then on to a cargo ship that landed them in Greenland.

Peggy never got comfortable after that.

~*~ 1947

Peggy moaned in displeasure as Steve rolled into her. It was a hot, sticky night and she was already nearly naked. With him pressed up against her there would be no way she could sleep.

His hand, instead of roaming someplace she expected, or holding her tight, slipped up and pressed her lips together. “I heard something on the roof,” he whispered, barely loud enough to get all the syllables out. “Two, maybe three.”

She nodded against him. They’d figured out long ago that their friends, their allies, were not stealthy when they came to extract them. They’d knock loudly, call their names out, announce themselves anyway they could. Their enemies were the only ones that ever tried to be stealthy.

She took a slow, deep breath and placed her hand on his. Guns were under the night tables, loaded and ready to pull and fire in under a second. Go Bags were at the foot of the bed, as were her clothes.

She didn’t really want to fight in her panties and slip, but she would. It would take her three steps to get to the chair that held her dress with her shoes beneath it. Two steps back to get her Go Bag. Steve always had the keys to the car on his nightstand, so they could be out the door or the window in under a minute.

From there, ten feet to the car, and they were home free.

If the car started.

If there were only two or three of them and there weren’t reinforcements downstairs.

If this were her mission, she’d bring at least ten men, especially after they’d made it out against four agents in Alberta ten months ago. Yes, she suspected three on the roof, two at each of the two windows, two on the front door and two near the car. It was what she would do.

“Window, car, three,” he whispered, and she nodded again.

She squeezed his hand once, twice, and on the third time, they both shot up from the bed as silently as they could, Steve standing tall and grabbing the keys and his gun, pressing his back against the window to cover it as Peggy dove to the chair where her dress and shoes were. Once she was dressed, she moved to shoulder the Go Bags, gun at the ready as he put on his pants and threw his arms through a shirt, not bothering to button it as he slipped on his shoes.

They both took in a deep breath, ready to make their next move, as their bedroom door burst open. Peggy nearly jumped through the window, tucking and rolling away as Steve laid down cover fire. She landed hard but moved right to the little outcropping of trash cans and scanned as Steve burst through the window, a flurry of yelling in Spanish and English following him. She fell into step beside him and ran for their car, stopping to turn and fire at the man on the roof before aiming at the men that had advanced to the trash cans as Steve cursed at the car, the engine sputtering.

It finally roared into life and she ducked into it as he sped off, the bullets shattering the glass of a taillight and their back window as they roared off into the night.

Peggy’s breath shuddered as she settled into the passenger seat. “We’ll have to switch cars,” she said, her voice not as strong as she’d hoped.

“Next town over,” Steve relied, reaching out his hand for hers and twining their fingers tight. “Let’s just get some space between us.”

Peggy slid over across the bench seat and laid her head against his shoulder, sighing. “I was just starting to like Mexico.”

He let his hand slip from hers to rub her thigh, keeping her as close as he could while he drove down the dark back roads. “We’ll find somewhere else to like, I promise.”

“Not going to ask me why I’m still here?”

He chuckled mirthlessly. “No. Not yet, anyway. Still full of adrenaline.”

“Ahh,” she sighed, settling in against him, “me too. Heart’s still pounding.”

“You should try to get some sleep,” he pressed a quick kiss to her temple. “It’s at least a half hour to get to anyplace we can borrow a car from.”

She rolled her eyes at the well-worn argument. “Please just say steal. We’re stealing a car, Steve.”

“Borrow has a better ring to it.”

“You’re in charge of getting it back, then.” She let her eyes flutter closed, even though she didn’t think she could sleep. “Drive tonight, plan tomorrow?”

She felt him nod. “Once we’re at least another country away. Guatemala, at least.”

“Think we can get there tonight?” She yawned against him.

“Just sleep, Peg,” He whispered, rubbing her leg soothingly as he kept his eyes on the road. “Just sleep.”

“I should go through the bags,” she muttered without opening her eyes. “Make sure we have everything we need.”

“I don’t need anything else but you by my side.” He smiled down at her, knowing she was falling into a heavy sleep as the wind through the windows cooled her skin and the sound of the tires on the road lulled her away. “I’ve got you. I’ve got everything I need.”

#SteggyWeek22 #SteggyFanEvents #steggy fic #3p's fic #steggy #Day 1: Inspired by

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casspurrjoybell-24 · 14 days

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My Unwanted Mate - Chapter 2 - Part 4

*Warning Adult Content*

Calvin Frey

"I'll make something to warm us up," Tatum said.

Benjamin cuddled with me on the couch until he was warm enough and his little hands were no longer red.

Tatum had made hot chocolate for everyone, with extra marshmallows for my pup.

When Benjamin was content laying on the floor watching cartoons with crayons spread out around him and his coloring book, I decided it was time to talk to the twins.

I couldn't keep delaying it.

The longer they were here, the longer we're around each other, the stronger the bond will become.

I didn't want that.

They happily followed me into the kitchen, talking amongst each other about what color looks best on them.

From the conversation I'd picked up that Tatum's favorite color is pink and Nathan's is lavender.

These were not things that I wanted to know.

"I bet you look great in green, it'll bring out those eyes," Nathan said, winking at me, making Tatum giggle and nod his head in agreement.

I leaned back against the counter, watching them chatter for a moment before clearing my throat.

"I wanted to talk to you two about something."

Nathan gasped.

"Do you want us to help decorate? You have so many empty rooms..." Nathan stopped rambling when Tatum nudge him with his elbow.

His smile slipped and he sighed, as if already knowing where this was going.

"What is it?"

"I um... well," I started, scratching my beard and not really knowing how to say it or where to start.

It sounded like such an easy thing to do in my head.

But I couldn't get the words out.

No matter that it was something I'm sure I wanted, I couldn't physically do it.

I didn't want to hurt them.

"You don't want us," Tatum filled in, surprising both Nathan and I.

"Not that it has anything to do with either of you," I rushed to say, looking from one to the other.

"From what I've seen so far, you're both amazing."

"Then why don't you want us?" Nathan asked angrily, tears already gathering in those large eyes.

"It's not you. I... I just don't want a mate or mates."

I ran my fingers through my hair, fidgeting some.

"That's fucking stupid," Nathan shouted.

I quickly shushed him and listened out for Benjamin.

All I could hear was him singing along to some cartoon.

"I can't believe this," Nathan ranted, throwing a hard glare at me, before looking away.

"Nate," Tatum whispered, pulling his twin back to his side, putting an end to his pacing.

"We can't force him to change his mind," he said softly, brushing a tear off Nathan's cheek.

I had to look away, my chest aching.

But the pain wasn't from my loss, it was because of the mate bond.

Something I didn't want.

How can love be true if it's influenced?

How can any feeling be real when there's this 'Higher Being' manipulating you to feel a certain way about a stranger?

This isn't what I want.

This was never something I wanted.

Nathan only cried harder, refusing to look towards me as he clutched onto Tatum who was trying his hardest to blink away his own tears.

"I'm sorry."

What else could I say?

"We should go," Tatum decided, pulling a sobbing Nathan with him.

"I can give you a ride," I offered pathetically, unable to meet his eyes.

"We'll run."

I didn't interfere as he directed Nathan through the laundry room to the back door.

No matter how much I screamed at myself inside to stop them, to apologize and plead for their forgiveness, I didn't stop them.

It was only the bond that longed for them.

Not me.

That's what I told myself anyway as I stared out the window, watching the two blond wolves take off into the woods.

"Papa," Benjamin ran into the kitchen, his hazel eyes wide.

"Where'd they go?"

"They had to go home," I told my pup, picking him up and walking back to the living room.

It was better this way.

Just Benjamin and I.

"But we were going to make a fort," he said, a pout on his little face.

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Saya berhasil di sini! Aku tahu, aku juga heran. Saya harap Anda mendapatkan istirahat yang layak Anda dapatkan dan minum teh💙

As the social anxious person I am, I read this on the party😂 Dont worry, I danced a couple of times, but I was in a table with my sister, her boyfriend and my two cousins with 4 and 10 years of difference with me, and we don't really have a good relationship... Also they were just discussing their love lives and telling the dirtiest jokes that I was trying not to die laughing😂😂)

Anyway, I really will try to keep this short bc I love him so much and every single thing here made me love and laugh and jdhsjsus

He is finally at peace in Edom!!!! I stan.

Alec staying up until Max's cries and comforting him is the softest shit EVER💙💙

Ragnor sitting in the throne and reading magazines😎😎 also he remembered his birthday!!! Jsjsjsk

I mean I get warlocks are wary of these changes. It makes total sense

I can't believe I'm saying this, but Lilith is a mood😎

Rest in peace, hot and sexy beard😔

The intimacy of that scene, just them in their couch and watching TV... 🥺💙

“How do you feel about shipping Max off to the Cayman Islands?” Shut up, you love him fjjdjdjsj

The way they cant stay away from their kids for much jdjsjsisjs love them

Rafe and Max already knowing😂

✨Mavid and Rosewood✨

Anjali really is something else💙💙

“I will not be tolerating Nemo slander!” Yeah dude!! Its a classic!!!

Game night is the best!!! Rosewood being competitive little shits and David being too good for this world jdjdjsj

Battle of the Consuls😂 and the teams omg

“Let’s destroy my beautiful family.” No one can do it like them

All the dirty jokes kill me, seriously. I'm in a table with my family I can't be laughing like this😂😂

Alec really said: We are going to flirt our way out of this one guys😏😎

I said it before and I'll say it again: They are just horny little shits!!!

“Evil hot people,” and "chaotic gayness" 😂You can’t deny the facts :)

Malec flirting even after 15 years is literally everything that is right in my life💙💙

I bet Alec would like that tattoo😏

All of them. Really. Just them eating cake and celebrating. I love that whole family so fucking much💙💙

“I don’t need a tattoo,” Magnus said again. “I’ll remember you. Forever. I promise.” 🥺🥺

I need Rafe to organize my parties

The both look FINE AS HELL

Poor Max😂 stuck between two in love idiots💙

“Yes. Yes, it feels real to me too.” “Then that’s all that matters,” Alec kissed him between the eyebrows. (Bro. Dude. Man. They are the cutest)

Of course Max suggested suits😂😂

YES THEY REALLY ARE A BUNCH OF HOT BITCHES

The fuck?!? they are ALL hot, badass BITCHES!!!

Cant blame David. With those looks, I also have a suit kink for everyone....

Yeah, no one can tell shit to them. They did worse... At least this is not hell, huh!!?!!

I could hack them all with that security😂

All of them>>>>>

ALEC ON LEATHER JACKET AND IN A MOTORBIKE HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT??? (and he says he is not a dilf...)

“Do you trust me?” Alec asked, holding out a hand. Magnus took it in his hand and kissed the center of Alec’s palm. “With all my immortal heart.” 💙💙💙💙

Ok, I'm already home, so I'll just move quickly..

All of it. France. The ride. The landscape. Wow. I'm emo all over again jdjshsns

I'm really happy they discovered the power the seashells has and talked about it and about Max and Leviathan🥺 comunication wins again yall

Dvaid and Alec really be like: "I'm gonna love my inmortal partner so much and give him a chance to have someone else for forever even tho I'm their forever" and we STAN.

“You are my heart, Magnus Bane. I won’t let anything happen to it.” beautiful, beautiful parallels💜💙

YES HE IS HIS ALEXANDER!!!! And the fact he has always felt safe🥺🥺🥺

He really is a simp jdsjsjdbsos

Only Alec could throw a really powerful object like that smh 😂

This family I shit you not is fucking beautiful!!! And Max giving Magnus snow EXCUSE ME WHILE I LOVE THEM FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

He didn’t dream FUCK YEAH. Thats so sexy😎 and more parallels👀

I could rant for 5 hours about how I loved this and love him forever and after, but I think you already know, because no one with some common sense can look at this man with anything but love and admiration💙💙💙

Moving on, its 4 a.m, I'm tired, a lil drunk and I look like a fucking zombie, so I think I'll get some rest and wake up at 1 p.m kdjdjdjsk

Aku akan pergi sekarang karena tubuhku memohon agar aku pergi tidur😂 Sampai jumpa!!

INDONESIAN 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Reading fanfiction (or just reading) at a party is the sexiest shit ever good for you bebe keep being sexy!!

I'm so glad you liked this one. Your live blogs always makes me smile (and grin wildly)

Socialising is fucking exhausting. So, I hope you get some good rest <3

#lbaf

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miguelsbrat · 4 years

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The Theater | Miguel Galindo x Reader*

Warnings: Language, Cheating, Dom/Sub Tones, a Dash of Daddy Kink, and Some Steamy Forbidden Lovin' in a Public Place

Note: I haven't posted anything smutty on here since the Tumblr Apocalypse of 2018, so I tried to keep this light, but... it sort of got away from me.

Thank you for reading! 🥰

"Can I help you?" The guy behind the glass, all shaggy hair and unshaven jaw, barely looks up from his book.

"One ticket to the one o'clock showing of The Way We Were, please."

"Twelve dollars."

You slide your card through the window and wait for the ticket to pop up from the slot.

"Enjoy the show," he says, his eyes never leaving his page.

As you replace your wallet in your bag, you remember the reason you're here. The image of your secret lover flashes behind your eyes, dark and dangerous and brooding. Your fingers wrap around the door and your heart skips a beat when you think of him waiting for you.

The salty smell of popcorn washes over you when you reach the lobby, the buttery scent teasing your nostrils. Though it's likely stale, you stop and order a bucket. You don't want to look too eager so you linger by the register, smiling at the cashier as they scoop, grateful for the distraction from the silence.

Snack in hand, your feet drag along the old, worn carpet, the billowy fabric of your sundress kicking up around your ankles as you climb the theater stairs.

He was right--aside from the braided mercenary who nods at you as he passes by, there's no one else around.

A ghost of a smile crosses his lips as you reach the top and find him in the center of the back row.

"You bought popcorn?" Miguel shakes his head, sliding over and raising his arm to make room. He knows you like to nuzzle in as close as possible, even when there's no one else around.

Especially when there's no one else around.

Because Miguel may be your man, but he's also Emily Galindo's husband.

"It smelled good and I couldn't resist. You know, I never saw this movie," you say, fighting the shiver that was working up your spine by talking too much. "Is it any good?"

"It doesn't matter, querida." His voice dips low, taking on that raspy tone that makes your stomach twist and pull with need. "You won't be watching it today, either."

"I won't? But isn't that why we're here?"

Your playful smirk is rewarded with the patented Galindo glare, the look that promises he's not teasing and makes your panties ridiculously wet.

"If you wanted to watch the movie, you shouldn't have shown up looking like this." His finger trails along the soft swell of cleavage peeking over the neckline of your ivory sundress.

"Looking like what, exactly?" The urge to smile is strong, but you manage to suppress it.

"Looking like some kind of goddess created just for me." His lips find your ear, teeth grazing the soft lobe, and you have to bite back a sigh. "Get over here, princesa."

As you meet his amber gaze, tendrils of longing unfurl in your chest. It's been too long since you've been alone with him, thanks to Emily's sudden suspicions, and you're desperate to make up for lost time.

He laces his fingers through yours, waiting patiently for you to climb over him and settle yourself onto his lap. Though he's calm and unruffled as always, a little thrill shoots through you when remember that you're technically in public.

Your hips roll against him just once and he sighs, squeezing your hands before releasing them to wrap around your waist. He's hard already, and probably has been since he first laid eyes on you.

As you wait for his next command, your first instinct is to lower your gaze, your eyes skimming over his exquisite bespoke charcoal suit. It's a little much for the movies, but that's Miguel.

When his palm slides up your neck, fingers resting at your throat, he tips your face up towards his. And when his lips finally touch yours, it's like lighting a match.

Flames ignite between you and your tongues tangle, teeth clashing messily as the passion begins to consume you. His beard abrades your delicate skin, but you can't get enough. It's always like this when you're together--chaotic and uninhibited, until he gathers enough strength to take control.

"Mmm. I missed the taste of you," he admits as you grind against him.

"I missed the taste of you, too, Daddy," you whisper, loving the warmth of his body. You're embarrassingly wet, soaked through your panties and probably his pants, too. "I feel like I'm in high school again, making out in the back of a movie theater."

"I'll bet you drove the boys crazy in high school, didn't you?" His smile is lopsided, uncharacteristically soft. "Did you tease them like you're teasing me? Rubbing your sweet little pussy against them and ruining their pants?"

"Maybe," you breathe, unsure what he wants you to say. Miguel may be married, but he's extremely possessive of you.

"Show me how you teased them, princesa. Roll those hips for me."

His teeth graze your collarbone as he palms your chest, and you slowly rock against him. His hard cock is notched between your thighs, and you can feel every ridge through the light fabric separating you.

"Fuck, baby," he grunts, shifting so you lean further back for him.

Your fingers find his buckle, opening it with practiced ease, and you slowly roll down his zipper. When you try to wrap your fingers around him, he swells against your palm.

"I want to ride you, Daddy. Please?"

His eyes darken a full shade as he considers your request. It's a lot for him to relinquish control, but he wants it this time, too. Plus your options are fairly limited in the small, cramped theater.

"Turn around," he husks, pulling himself out the rest of the way as you turn to face the screen. "And take off those filthy panties."

Your fingers hook into the lace, sliding them down your legs and over your ankles. You're about to tuck them into your purse, but he stops you.

"Ooh, you bad little girl. These are fucking soaked." One hand squeezes your breast and the other twirls your underwear around his fingers. You're not even surprised when he stuffs them in your mouth. "Can you taste yourself on the silk?"

You whimper softly in response.

Impatient hands ruck the hem of your sundress up around your waist, and you grip him tight in your fist. He's hot and silky, smooth against your palm, and you can't wait to feel him inside you.

You're not sure what's happening on the screen, but it's quiet--too quiet to be careless. Your vision blurs as you guide him to your entrance.

Slowly, you sink down on him, the panties between your teeth muffling your moans. Miguel bites down on your shoulder to stifle his own sounds of pleasure as you lean back against his chest.

The air conditioning is on full-blast but it always feels like it's 90 degrees whenever Miguel is nearby, and with him inside you like this, it feels like an inferno.

You do your best to ride him slow, trying not to make it obvious if someone were to walk back and find you, but desperation overtakes your senses.

Miguel's gripping your thighs, thrusting upwards to hit you where you need to feel him, and the first ripples of an orgasm begin to spread through you.

You're thankful for the panties smothering your cries when he leans back to change the angle and you suddenly see stars.

"That's my girl," he whispers, urging you on. "I feel you getting close. Go ahead and let go for me, querida. I want it all."

His hand slips beneath your dress to find your clit, rubbing slowly as he plunges even deeper than before. Your senses all blend together as you fall apart for the man you love, bathing his cock in your hot release.

Miguel groans behind you, letting loose a stream of filthy Spanish words as his hips still. He fills you up with everything he has just as you hear the metallic slam of a heavy theater door.

You spit out the panties and he helps you slide from his lap, draping your dress to cover your nudity as he tucks himself back in his pants.

Your walls are still clenching as your dress hits your ankles, Miguel's release sliding down your inner thigh.

When no one appears at the front of the theater after a tense moment, you relax and lean into him.

"Are you okay?" You can feel his heartbeat racing alongside yours, but you nod.

You're more than okay, blissed out from his deep strokes and incredible body.

He cups your jaw, his face serious.

"This is the last time it goes down like this, okay? I need more of you than stolen moments in the shadows. I want to make love to you in a bed, to scream your name when I come inside you. Tonight, I'm telling Emily that our marriage is over."

His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and you force a smile. You've never let yourself hope for more than this, so you have a hard time believing his promises.

If all you ever get with Miguel is the occasional secret rendezvous, you're okay with that. You'll take whatever he can give you.

Still, there's something different about the way he looks at you now as you settle in against his chest.

Something that tells you that maybe you'll get more of Miguel after all.

You smile to yourself and reach for your popcorn, content with whatever may come your way.

***

The End.

#miguel galindo #danny pino #mayans mc #mayans fx #miguel galindo imagine #miguel galindo x reader #Miguel Galindo x you #mayans mc imagine

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