"Just the scattered remnants of a society frozen in its last moments."
Chapter 2. Rat King
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Humanity has fallen, rotting monsters roam about freely, and you were bit. However, when the fever passes, you're alive and whole. For now. Soon the wound begins to fester, and you need to venture outside to get antibiotics or risk succumbing to an infection anyway. Though it turns out the dead aren't the only things you have to worry about.
A/N- Sorry for the wait! I had this sitting in the drafts for like a month. I think it would be cool to introduce different types of infected. Like the stages of infected in The Last of Us, or the variants from The Walking Dead. Also, this is the most words I've written for a single thing. Go Me.
Tags/Warnings: Tags Will Be Updated as Story Progresses, WLW, Dysfunctional Relationship, Gore, Apocalypse/Infection AU, No Use of The Word Zombie, Violence, Gore, Angst, Valeria is a Bad Person, Seizures, Mild-Body Horror, Horror, Thriller
Valeria wants to go back to Mexico. You thought she was joking when she told you, because Mexico is a long way away and safe transportation options have become very limited. But no, she wants to go to Mexico.
You curl your feet up under you. Feeling the familiar fabric of your couch. It's the last time you'll feel it. The thought saddens you. It was the first piece of furniture you bought yourself. When you first moved into this apartment all you had was a mattress and a dresser. Over time you had furnished your home all on your own, proudly bragging to your mom when you had your monthly calls. It was just furniture, but she acted like you actually finished college and got that welding degree you said you would get.
You and Valeria left the pharmacy for your apartment as soon as it got light enough out. She wanted the extra food you had, which was admittedly not much. You were still very weak but every time you tried to stop and rest Valeria was shoving you back to your feet. At one point she got so annoyed that she struck you in the shoulder with her pistol. Hard enough that hours later, you're still sore.
You rest up on your couch while Valeria loots your apartment. Bagging any food that hasn't spoiled or won't spoil for a long time. You had packed a few things on your own. You grabbed the little plush racoon on your bed and stuffed it into your backpack. It's useless, old, and torn in some of the seams. Bleeding out its stuffing. But it was your mom's when she was a girl, and it's been yours since you were one too. You weren't even thinking, you just saw it and grabbed it.
"Let's go." Valeria says. Jerking her head at you to follow. You get up and fight back nausea at the sudden movement. Valeria waits for you by the door. You step over your neighbor again as you leave. Shuddering at the memory of her teeth in your arm.
You walk in silence. Just the rustling of clothes and your bags making noise with your movements. The sun bares down on you mercilessly, making you sweat. Something clatters in a shaded alley next to you, startling the both of you. You freeze and stare off. Eyes searching along the dirt path and overgrown grass. Valeria roughly tugs your arm for you to keep moving.
You've never seen any of the... boogeys, as Valeria would call them, out during the day. You don't hear them much either. Not outside anyway. In the apartment, you could occasionally hear them shuffling around in the halls. It makes everything feel deceptively safe. The longer you stay in the sun the sicker you start to feel. You keep quiet about it, remembering how she treated you when you tried to rest last time.
You look back behind you at your apartment complex. Missing the brick and white columns already.
"If you bit someone, do you think you'd infect them?" Valeria asks. Her voice sounds unnaturally loud when there's no other sounds to compete with it, and she lowers it on the last few words, correcting her volume.
"What?" You ask. Furrowing your brows. You immediately smooth them out. Frowning it only going to make your headache worse.
Valeria looks at you. "Do you think you're still infected?"
"No," You say, confused. "If I was, I'd be dead by now." You think. Hope. The thought once again occurs that maybe you are dying, just doing it really slowly. The idea is distressing so you try not to think about. Out of sight out of mind.
Valeria reaches into her pocket and pulls out a granola bar, unwrapping it and shoving half of it into her mouth.
"What if you're asymptomatic though." She replies. Looking at you analytically. There's a gleam in her dark eyes that's making you uncomfortable. Like she's wondering what benefits that would bring her.
"I'm not asymptomatic." You respond. Stepping to the left so you can walk in the shade provided by a building. "I'm like, incredibly sick."
Valeria shrugs.
Valeria leans against the side of a building as you persistently vomit onto the sidewalk. Dry heaving and quivering in both disgust and discomfort. Your body aches are flaring up and you feel nearly blind from your headache. You feel like you're going to pass out at any second. It's a struggle to keep your body upright when your limbs are full of that numb disconnected feeling.
"We're almost out of downtown." Valeria says, not at all concerned by your sickly state or vomiting. She has, after all, seen worse. "We'll keep going until we find suitable shelter. We've got a couple hours of daylight left." She glances up at the sky.
Every step brings you pain. You try to plead with her into allowing you some rest time, trying to play into her humanity, but she has about as much of that as the infected do. You come across a nice house with a view of the river. One you've passed by many times before when life was normal. It's built on a hill, with stone steps leading up to it. It's painted a faded red colour. Valeria follows you up the steps and to the door. She makes you go in first, like always. You go in and creep around slowly. Checking all the rooms and almost freezing from the fear of not knowing what's inside. Though you (maybe) managed to survive being bitten once, you don't know if you'd survive again.
You stop by one of the upstairs bedrooms, getting a peak through the cracked door. The walls are painted a light pink and you see a shelf filled with toys. a child's room, you reckon. Pushing open the door you actually freeze this time. Crouched in the corner is a little girl. Subtly swaying. Her hair is thin, almost gone completely, just scabby patches of scalp left. The shirt she's wearing, blue at once point you think, is torn in places and darkened drastically at the shoulder with old blood.
You back away slowly, careful not to make any noises. Back outside with Valeria, you inform her of the little infected kid.
"Just the kid?" She asks. looking over at the towering downtown buildings in the distance.
"Yeah." You nod.
"Okay." She nods. "We'll stay here for the night." She decides. She grabs your arm and pulls you inside. Shutting the door behind you.
The first thing she does is go upstairs and dispatch the kid. Not sure if you can stomach it, you wait in the hall. You hear it some kind of high-pitched growling as Valeria disturbs it. There are a few thumps, more growling, then a grunt from Valeria. Everything goes quiet and Valeria comes out, wiping the bloody blade of her knife on her pants. She brushes past you and walks into the master bedroom. You stay rooted to the dirty floorboards. Staring into the child's bedroom.
You cautiously step inside and approach the body with morbid curiosity. As well as pity. She's so small. The bones in her hands and exposed shoulder jutting and sharp. You look around, spotting her bed. The covers have been pulled off and hung up between two shelves. A blanket fort, you realize with a sharp pang. you walk over and inspect it. It's been pinned to the two shelves using thick books that likely didn't belong to her. You bend down and peek inside. there are more blankets. And pillows. And a council of stuffed animals. There are smears of blood in one corner. You imagine her getting bit and not knowing what else to do but retreat into her blanket fort. Going to the only perceivable place she can think of. Holding her stuffed animals close as she bleeds. As she gets sick and her mind deteriorates. You wander who bit it her, if it was her parents. There's no sign of them, infected or living. You spot a fluffy notebook and grab it, flipping through the pages and seeing the barely legible writing most little kids have.
You leave the room and shut the door. Not before leaning down to whisper an apology into the little girl's ear. She has nothing to be afraid of now, at least.
Valeria pushes the heaviest furniture she can find, blocking up the staircase.
"We don't need access to the whole house." She explains. "I locked the doors and windows downstairs; this is just extra caution."
The sun sets over the river. Making the water look like it's on fire. You pretend this is your house and that you're just enjoying a simple sunset. Pretending that the yellow eyes of cars are flashing over the bridge.
"Come here." Valeria says, beckoning you into the master bedroom. With one final longing look out at the river you follow her into the bedroom. She pulls out a length of rope and looks at you.
You frown at her.
"No." You say. Stepping away. She steps forward.
"Yes." She replies firmly. "I don't want you running off in the night, or worse."
You stare at the rope dubiously. Vision swimming in and out. You're exhausted and want to lay down, you couldn't pose a threat to her if you wanted to.
"If something gets inside I'll be trapped." You argue, frowning at her and shuddering at the thought of not being able to run or fight back as a hungry infected tears you open. Valeria, completely unsympathetic, stalks forward and grabs your arm roughly. Fingers clamping around your tender bicep and making you flinch in pain.
You don't struggle too much. On account of your sever dizziness, headache, and overall weakness. Valeria securely raps the thick rope around you, tying down your arms. She forces you to sit and even ties your feet together. Something you think is completely unnecessary. You're learning firsthand that Valeria is a paranoid woman. The room is swallowed in darkness and she flicks on her flashlight. Flashing you in the eyes for her own amusement. She moves away from you and crawls onto the bed, rustling around with the blankets and laying down, turning off her flashlight.
Your back and ass ache from the position you're in. The noise of the awakened infected bleeds through the walls. Some cry out and sound like coyotes, some call out for loved ones.
"Can I have a pillow?" You whisper.
"No." Valeria answers. A disembodied voice in the dark.
"Please?" You ask. Voice pathetically cracking.
"Stop talking. I'm trying to sleep."
You try to ask a few more times, but Valeria stops responding to you. You shift around and throw yourself onto your side, grimacing at the loud thump you make. You try your best to fall asleep but it's not an easy task.
You simply lay there. In pain, and with the sound of dead people for ambience. You think Valeria may have finally fallen asleep, though you're not certain. It sends a pang of loneliness through you. When you were young, you had issues with not falling asleep first. Your parents would put you to bed at 8PM and you'd fall asleep within the hour. But sometimes you didn't. You'd lay there until the sound of the TV in the living room went silent and you knew your parents were asleep. It was those moments where you felt an indiscernible, overwhelming loneliness. You don't like being the only one awake.
The older you grew the less frequently you felt that way until you forgot about that feeling all together. Even after moving out on your own. It probably helped that you had many nocturnal neighbors. Now though, that feeling has returned tenfold and you can't help but cry a little. Soft tears that dry out your skin and leave you congested.
The harsh, unnatural sounds of the dead give way to the gentle singing of birds as the sun rises high and proud in the sky. The sky is a vibrant cerulean with a few wispy pale clouds. A gentle breeze sends ripples over the river's surface, disturbing the reflections of the sky and trees. A boot nudging you in the ribs rouses you. Your eyelids stick together, and you struggle to open them. You can tell by the headache developing behind your eyes and the scratchy quality of your throat that you're not in for a good day today.
"Rise and shine, Niña muerta." Valeria says. Bending down and helping you sit up. She makes a face at you. "You look awful. Smell awful too." She begins to saw at the rope with a little switchblade to free you. Accidently nicking your wrist.
Valeria doesn't help you to your feet. Choosing to watch you struggle on your own, using the wall for support. Valeria reaches into her pocket and takes out a bottle of anti-biotics. Rattling it at you like a cat toy. You reach for it, but she retracts her hand. She pops off the lid and shakes out two little white pills and hands them to you. They may as well be made of barbwire. That's what your throat thinks, anyway.
"Come on," She calls, clicking her fancy little belt back on. You ponder if she even has anything in all those little pouches.
You spot the little notebook on the floor and bend down, grabbing it.
"What's that?" Valeria asks
You look up. "It's the little girl's diary," You tell her. You stuff it under your arm.
Valeria wrinkles her nose. "Why'd you take it?"
You frown. "I don't know," You say a little self-consciously. "she was a little girl, and I don't think she should be remembered as a monster." You picture her running around her yard, her parents looking out the window. She was clearly loved, judging by her room.
"She's dead, I doubt she cares about how she's remembered." Valeria snorts. She gestures for you to walk ahead of her, done with talking now.
Valeria isn't in a very talkative mood. The silence is only interrupted by the sounds of your footsteps on the ground. You drag your feet. You chalk up your lethargy to barely getting any sleep last night. It feels like someone slipped bricks under your clothes. The sun beats down on you mercilessly, sucking up all your energy. Like reverse solar power. Valeria walks behind you, not as bothered by the light or heat as you are. When you start walking too slow for her comfort, she prods you in the back to keep you moving. Denying all your requests for breaks.
The city around you seems to swim as you observe it. If you didn't feel so ill you might even let yourself appreciate the architecture. Not that it's anything particularly impressive but you still admire the sight of the towering buildings in the distance. Your thoughts cut off when a dangerous, numbing chill settles into your limbs. The joining nausea warns you of an oncoming seizure. You know this feeling well. After being bit that was just your existing state. The chill, nausea, static vision. Then you'll collapse and be rendered unconscious for however long. Your reward for all that is waking up in a puddle of vomit with an extremely bad headache, and sometimes soiled clothing.
You don't say anything to Valeria though, even as you get progressively worse, and the dread of seizing gets heavier. You're just hoping that if you fight it hard enough the feeling will go away but you know it won't when your mouth begins to water.
* * *
Valeria watches you closely. She's been studying you since leaving the river house. Watching as your walk becomes more and more unstable. The delicate sound of your panting reaches her ears. It makes her a little nervous. Are you finally succumbing to your bite? Just as the thought floats through her mind your legs buckle and you collapse, convulsing wildly. It startles Valeria, who immediately lunges down, shaking you and calling your name. Your eyes have rolled back and your teeth are bared in a grimace. You make an awful choaking noise and she realizes your choking on your own saliva. She rolls you onto your side, not being able to do anything more than watch.
The twitching stops and you finally go still. Skin slicked with sweat and taking on a sickly pallor. she leans over you and shakes your shoulder.
"Hey." She says. "Wake up." She's never seen a seizure in person before and doesn't know if this is normal. In the movies, people just wake up like nothing happened. She checks your pulse to make sure you didn't just croak on her and relaxes a little when she finds your heartbeat. She looks up at the sun, squinting at its brightness. It's almost noon. Roughly. She looks around, what for she's not sure. Then she looks back down at you. She doesn't want to stay here, it's exposed and she's not sure for how long you'll stay unconscious for.
Carrying you probably wouldn't be too taxing. Food isn't exactly in abundance anymore. Valeria herself has lost a significant amount of weight. She doubts you've been eating any better than she has, not only that, but the infection must have been eating at you as well. She reaches down and grabs ahold of you, finding that she's actually struggling a bit. She relents that she won't be able to carry you and decides to drag you instead. She does you the curtesy of tucking your shirt into your pants, so she doesn't scrape your back raw. Something groans from under a car and makes Valeria go still.
She drops you and stands tall. Looking towards the abandoned vehicle.
"What the fuck is that?" Something calls out. It sounds human but Valeria is familiar enough with the unfeeling tone of the infected to know it's not. She unholsters her pistol and clutches it tightly. A part of her feels a little ashamed at how afraid the voice is making her feel. Valeria strayed up to the great white north to sniff out prospective business partners. Back then Ruberoculus was only a passing rumor. It was obvious to anyone with critical thinking skills that it would turn into something more but nobody was prepared for just how fast it spread. Valeria was only here for a week when the world went into a state of emergency and countries began closing their borders, effectively trapping Valeria.
She consequently ended up in the hospital for a minor flesh wound she couldn't patch herself. Having to share a room with six other non-emergency patients because the building was just so overcrowded. Probably the worst place to be when the pandemic reached its climax. Valeria worked hard to make herself strong and threatening so that she'd never have to afraid again, but when the alarms started blaring and that godawful red light began flashing, Valeria Garza froze with fear.
She had to fight her way out of the hospital. Up against hostiles that just wouldn't stay dead. She watched people tear open other people. The thing that disturbs her the most about the infected are their affinity for speaking. Mimicking human cries to lure out prey. A sallow, spotty arm suddenly reaches out from under the car. Its fingernails long and yellowed. Some missing entirely leaving just a blackened bed. Another, just as grotesque arm joins it. The wasting muscles flex as the thing pulls itself out from under the car. Revealing a sunken face and clumpy, greasy hair missing in patches. Bloodshot eyes meet hers and it screams. Valeria's heart kickstarts and she shoots in on instinct. The screaming is cut off abruptly and Valeria's ears are left ringing.
The area around her starts coming alive slowly. Growls and laughter echoing from the shadows. In the window of a building a face darts into view, watching with wide, glazed eyes before darting away. Valeria grabs you and hauls you off, dragging you down the street and zigzagging between cars. Going as fast as she's physically able to. A few boogeys venture out from the building. It's weird seeing them out during the day. These ones don't speak, instead rushing for her. Wobbling and stumbling but far too fucking fast for Valeria's comfort. She fires more shots, sending them sprawling into the cement.
Valeria learns two things today. The infected can go out during the day, and they're very attracted to loud noises. It feels like they're pouring out of every shadowy crack and seam. Running at Valeria and you. Valeria is tempted for a split second to leave you, make a run for it. You're already bitten; would they bother with you? Working on adrenaline and autopilot she grabs your ankle and drags you to a disturbed manhole cover, kicking it aside and throwing you down into the sewers. Your body lands with a loud thump and Valeria quickly crawls down after you, pulling the cover in place just as mottled fingers reach for her.
Breathing heavily proves to be disadvantage down here. Each lungful pulling in the smell and taste of sewage to coat her tongue and throat. Valeria pats herself down for her flashlight and turns it on, the great white beam cutting through the darkness. Little glowing dots dart around, followed by high pitched squeaking. She leans down to check on you, making sure the fall didn't snap your neck. You're alive and will probably be very sore when you wake up. If you wake up. Valeria's mouth forms a thin line. She spots the notebook beside you. She was a little girl, and I don't think she should be remembered as a monster. Valeria grabs it and slips it into your bag, pausing when she spots a stuffed racoon. She furrows her brows, wondering you if you took that from the girl's room too.
* * *
It's not until hours later when you begin to stir, eyes peeling open, nose assaulted by the rancid, potent smell of the sewers. Your head swims but you sit up anyway, wrinkling your nose in disgust.
"Ugh." You exclaim. Looking at the rat shit sitting in piles along the stone platform.
"You're awake." Comes Valeria's low voice. "Good." You turn to look at her. She pushes off the wall and approaches you, an agitated expression on her face.
"Why are we down here?" You ask, confused. Struggling to recall what happened. Bright lights, walking, the river. You know you must've had a seizure.
"You had a seizure, and the noise attracted the undead." Valeria says sharply, like it's your fault. she also fails to mention her trigger-happy finger had actually set them off.
You stand up and lean against the wall, feeling weak. Valeria gazes at you with no sympathy whatsoever.
"I'm surprised you didn't leave me." You say, eyeing her curiously.
"Don't try to twist this into me being kind to you," Valeria scoffs. "There's still some use I can get out of you that makes you worth keeping alive." She continues ominously.
"Okay." You shrug. Too tired and too in pain to argue. You wince at a sharp throbbing in your back. "Are we going to go now?" You ask.
Valeria doesn't reply. Instead climbing up the metal ladder and slowly pushes the cover away. Dim light of dusk falls through and spotlights you. You must have been out for longer than you thought. The idea of losing that much time fills you with dread.
Valeria climbs back down and sighs irritably.
"We can't go anywhere now. We're going to have to spend the night down here." She says angrily. Her form is tense and you instinctively inch away from her. She kicks the rungs of the ladder and curses loudly, her voice echoing off of the stones. You aren't too keen on the prospect of bedding down in a sewer either. Especially not with rats. Valeria's voice finally goes silent. You start to relax a bit when a noise jolts you right back into a stress response. A low gargling groan. Valeria's head whips to the direction the noise came from, reaching for her gun and resting a hand over the cool smooth metal.
The both of you fall silent and listen. Your ears ring from the effort of trying to distinguish the sounds of the rats and water to... other things. You cast a sidelong glance at Valeria, a look which she ignores. She suddenly doesn't feel like the biggest threat down here and you shift closer to her. Comforted by the fact that she has a gun. Something shuffles along, just behind the corner. You want to tell Valeria to turn off her light but you're too afraid of speaking. A bloated arm snakes into sight, the skin bubbly and charred. A hand clamps down along the wall. A third slaps down on the floor and pulls. A hulking beast lumbers into view, a horror of multiple bodies melded into one.
The beam of light shines onto one head, reflecting milky eyes and a gaping mouth of teeth. It cries out at the sight of the both of you. A shout of discorded screams. A second head stuck onto the shoulder watches with one wide eye from the side, jaw opening and closing, clacking it's teeth at you. The monster, surprisingly speedy stalks forward. Tripping over it's own, many limbs. It's blocking the only way forward. Terror squeezes you and threatens to overwhelm you. You could go up but you won't climb fast enough to escape and there's more infected running around above.
You imagine this thing crushing you into the ground with it's deformed body. Pulling you in like it's flesh is made of playdough and absorbing you, dooming you to join it. You're going to die down here, in the sewer. Valeria grabs her gun but you know she won't be quick enough. Without thinking you slam into her and throw the both of you off the platform into the still gray sludge in the canal. Barely missing being grabbed by swollen fingers. Sewage slimes to your face but you ignore it. Wading through it as the monster crashes down behind you.
Valeria hauls herself back up onto the platform and you try to join her. Your fingers, slick with sewage, slip off the edge. The infected draws closer, reaching out it's arms towards you desperately. You jump and scramble, trying to escape. Strong hands clamp down on your hands and pull you up. Valeria gives you no grace period, pushing you forward. Furious screaming follows you down the tunnel as you limp away. You look behind you, alarmed by the thing slithering back up onto the platform with barely any struggle. It's hulking body glistening.
It crawls after you like an animal. The way it uses it's many hands to move along it's stomach reminds you of a centipede. You and Valeria come up to a gate. She grabs it and shakes the metal bars.
"Fuck!" She hisses. You think you're going to be sick. You're not sure if it's from the infection, being covered in sewage, or the fear. Valeria turns and fires at the infected. Emptying her clip into it but it's not perturbed. You spot a broken pipe and grab it, trembling as you ready yourself.
You pull your arms back and use momentum to slam the pipe into the thing's head. You hear the harsh snapping of it's jaw when the bone shatters on impact. It squeals and jerks to the side. You don't hesitate to bring down the pipe onto it's hunched back. The charred, blackened skin splits open and begins to bleed. You try to swing again but it rears up and grabs the pipe, pushing you onto the ground. Saliva and blood drips down onto your neck and face.
"Help me!" You gasp, barely keeping one of the heads away. "Valeria! Do something please!" It stumbles away and growls wetly, the growl turning into a loud screech as Valeria digs a knife into it's back and rips downwards. The arms on it's back uselessly flail, trying to grab her. She knifes one of the heads. You crawl out from under it and blindly swing the pipe at it. It falls and you mercilessly beat it's head, cracking it open like a watermelon. Valeria grabs you and pulls you away.
"It's dead. Stop." She says hoarsely, very out of breath. You tremble, staring down at the lump of orgonic matter.
You and Valeria don't speak as you walk. Sticking close to one another, exhausted and sore. Wandering through the elaborate sewer tunnels you come across a gaping hole in the ceiling. The surrounding area destroyed and black with evidence of a fire. Valeria leads you away from it.
The night in the sewers comes to an end. You and Valeria emerge from a different manhole, greeted by the soft light of morning. You ignore the urge to crawl back into the dark and pull yourself up. Your back throbs with an almost excruciating pain. The sewage is starting dry and it's making you itch. You desperately want to get clean. By the set of Valeria's jaw you can tell she wants the same.
"We need to clean up." she says tiredly, echoing your thoughts. With no clean clothes, you and Valeria are forced to wander into a nearby store. There are a few dormant infected clustered at the back in the darkest corner of the store.
Cautiously, you and Valeria grab new, clean pieces of clothing as well as extras. Leaving before you alert the sleeping boogeys. Valeria makes you hold all the clothes.
"We'll wash up in the river." She says. "Do you know a quicker way down there?"
"No." You mumble. You didn't spend a whole lot of time over here. With a pang of regret, you realize you should've. You truly don't know what you have until it's taken from you. You and Valeria walk along the steep muddy bank. Finding a suitable place to wade into the water. You hesitate, wondering how you're going to do this. You look towards Valeria to see her stripping down without a second thought.
You look away, caught off guard. Then look back at her. She pulls everything off. You're surprised by how comfortable she is being nude around a stranger. You turn away politely, wanting to give her some privacy. You slump down into the dirt, listening to the sounds of her scrubbing herself clean with a balled up shirt. She walks out of the water and approaches you.
"Clothes." She demands. You turn, greeted by the sight of her crotch. Looking up quickly and hoping embarrassment doesn't show on your face, you hand her the clothes for her to pick from. It's your turn. You're excited to get clean, but you feel a little nervous about being naked in her presence.
It's a little hard not to, when exposed to her body. She clearly took great care in herself before the end. You pause.
"Don't look." You tell her sternly. Valeria rolls her eyes and turns away.
"Wasn't going to." She says flatly. you're relieved, and a little offended. you pull off your shirt, gagging at the smell. Your bra and pants following. You discard them on the bank and shuffle into the water, relieved by the coolness. You didn't realize how hot your body felt until stepping into the river. The muscles in your legs relax too, making it easier to move. You glide your fingers over the sparkling water, watching it ripple. You lean down and dunk yourself under. Pleasure washes over you. You resurface and scrub off the sewage, cleaning yourself thoroughly. You check over your wound, it's already infected but what if it's worse now?
You gently prod the edges of the inflamed teeth marks and hiss in pain. It's still tender and hot to the touch. You hope neither the sewage or the river water make it worse.
Valeria barks your name from the sand.
"you've been in there for twenty-minutes. Stop wasting time and get dressed!" She snaps. You're sorry to leave the river. This is the first time since being bitten that your body hasn't been in pain. Even the light seems more tolerable. Your skin prickles with self-consciousness as Valeria watches you wade out. You put on some clean clothes and try not to go too fast. Not wanting her to see how embarrassed you feel.
There's no time for rest. Valeria wants to cross the bridge. You're not sure how she plans on making it back to Mexico. Even if she had a vehicle, driving there would take over a day. You can't imagine how long it would take to walk.
"It's less packed up here." Valeria comments, looking around. There's more space between the abandoned vehicles.
"We should start checking them, see if any still have keys in the ignition." you suggest. Eager at the thought of getting out of the sun, even if it's just by getting into a car. you're tired of walking, too. This is the most walking you think you've done in your life.
"Yeah." Valeria mutters her agreement. Valeria walks towards a little white sedan and tries the door.
Unsurprisingly, they open. She looks around, fishing for keys.
"Will it still have gas...?" You ask uncertainly. Gas expires after a while, has it been long enough?
"Maybe." Valeria answers. "Assuming the owners left for another reason and not because they ran out." You slip up behind her, watching silently. She searches through the glove box and pulls out the keys. She looks behind her at you, smiling triumphantly. She crawls into the driver's seat and inserts the key into the ignition, pressing the start button. The engine purrs to life. Giving you and Valeria a shared moment of joy. You shove yours and Valeria's bags into the backseat and get in beside her. Settling into the warm, sun-bleached leather seats. Valeria sets the car into drive and expertly pulls out from between the two cars it was parked between, setting off towards the bridge.
You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.
A/N: here is the smut, hope it's toe curling or something.
Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH19.), Dual POV
The clock on the wall ticks a little too loudly. Boredom sits in your heart heavily and you debate going back up to your room for a nap. You readjust your position on the raggedy couch and close your eyes. Tick Tick Tick Tick. Perhaps the monotonous ticking will lull you to sleep right here. The door slams open, startling you out of your dazed, tired state. Everyone is on edge and looking at the two men carrying a third, unconscious man.
"Package delivery for Mark and friends!" One exclaims, grinning eagerly.
"What the fuck?" Mark snaps, springing to his feet with wide eyes. "Why did you bring him here?" You rub the remaining sleep from your eyes and watch, Valeria sits up beside you, her arm brushing yours.
"Where else were we supposed to bring him?" One of the strange men frown, swaying and fidgeting with his rough, scabby hands.
"Not here!" Mark says running his hands through his thinning hair, clearly distressed. Valeria signals to the basement door to Rick and turns to the mangy man.
"Take him to the basement." She orders.
The men glance at Mark, debating if they should listen to him or her. Valeria's authority wins out and they drag the man to the basement. Disappearing down into the dark. Mark turns to Valeria.
"I don't want him here, Valeria." he says angrily. "Do you know how much trouble I could get into if the cops find out? Kidnapping is no joke!"
Valeria scoffs. "You have crack pipes and meth laying around but you draw the line at kidnapping?" She remarks. Not to mention that he's currently playing host to a small party of cartel members.
Mark struggles through his limited vocabulary for a reply, still arguing with Valeria. You leave them to it, leaving Alain alone to watch and referee the argument. You wander into the kitchen and wrinkle your nose at the overfilled, rotting garbage. Someone needs to take it out. You won't. But someone should. You walk over to the sink and root around in the cupboard above it for a glass. You give it a cautious sniff then fill it with cold water and look outside. The grass in the backyard is course and dry. Yellowed and patchy from too much unchecked weeds and not enough water.
You sip your water. Maybe you should've gone to college. You had assumed that you didn't have what it takes to take the risk of investing your time and money but you realize that you've been underestimating yourself. It's not to late to enroll but you doubt a legit job will pay as much as your current one. and if it does, most of it will be taken by taxes. One of the benefits of dirty money, you suppose. Getting to avoid taxes.
Hands firmly rest on your waist, making you jump and bristle, until you realize it's just Valeria. Your discomfort lessens as Valeria's breath warms your neck. She's being awfully open with her affection. Since your kiss and chat on the balcony nothing else had really happened. A few touches behind closed doors and knowing smiles but you've kept to yourselves.
"Mark is an idiot." She murmurs. "I'm going to go down to interrogate that dealer, I was wondering if you'd want to come watch?" She offers, in the same manner that a girl may ask her crush out to a dance or dinner.
You tap your fingers along the cracking kitchen counter, thinking her words over.
"... I think I'll pass." You reply smiling at her apologetically. You don't think you'd have a very good time watching someone get the lights beaten out of them. You imagine he'll probably plead and beg and cry, and you're more soft-hearted than your coworkers.
"You sure?" She murmurs into your ear, sounding almost disappointed with your answer.
"Yes." You nod. Valeria nods back and squeezes the skin on your waist before letting go of you.
"I'll have answers from him in a few hours." She promises you. Her fingers brush yours gently. "We'll be home in no time."
She walks off, expression hardening once she's no longer looking at you. The sight of her face before she disappears down the stairs makes you feel wary. Valeria's expression is like that of a dog with the scent of blood. Hungry and violent. You're left alone upstairs. Alain and Rick are down there with Valeria, Mark and his two friends have taken over the couch but you don't particularly feel like spending any amount of time around them.
You find other ways to entertain yourself. Deciding to go for a walk around the neighborhood. Looking at the architecture and how it differs from that of Las Almas. Despite the lack of any cartel presence there's more going on in this city, it feels busier. That could probably be attributed to it's larger size. You glance at the spray paint on a brick wall. Overlapping red and blue lines of competing gangs. It feels quite childish and amateur compared to the murals carefully crafted for El Sin Nombre.
You go back to the house and busy yourself with other menial tasks. Attempting to make the bed look less abhorrent and exiling the corner crack pipe into the hall. Boisterous noise erupts from downstairs and you sit up, listening in. Nervous that it's the bad kind of noise. Someone laughs and you relax, getting to your feet and pulling open the noisy door to see what's going on downstairs.
Valeria's shirt and hands are flecked with dark spots of blood. Some of it drying and flaking off. Her lips are pulled back into a mean grin and she has her arms around Alain and Rick in an uncharacteristically friendly display.
"We got our guy." She says proudly. She shoos one of Mark's friends off the couch by shoving him over and sitting down, spreading her arms over the back of it and disturbing the blanket draped over the back. Valeria takes a look at everyone while she speaks, in a very good mood. "The guy he's getting it from is called Doug. He meets him every two weeks."
Mark blows out a smoke ring and coughs.
"Fuck yeah. Let's go. What's the plan?" He asks her. Clearly over his momentary displeasure at having a hostage in his home.
"We're going to follow him their next meeting, then stake out Doug." Valeria answers. Getting off the couch and stretching her arms. Mark reaches for his phone and dials a number, inciting Valeria's suspicion. "Who are you calling?"
Mark looks up at her. "Dominos." He says, to the vocal joy of his friends. "Celebratory pizza, boss lady."
You look at all the discarded pizza boxes on the floor already. "Hardly celebratory if you already eat it all the time." You mutter.
Everyone is in high spirits. Voices overlapping as everyone speaks to one another without suspicion or disdain. It's contagious, even you are finding yourself enjoying your time, pulled into Valeria's lap in an obvious display that earns the two of you surprised and interested glances. Rick glowers at you with a surprising amount of distaste. Confusing you. You don't bother confronting him about it. Whatever he's being pissy about he can deal with it by himself.
The night drags on and only you seem to be getting tired. Valeria's arm jostles you as she raises it to take a swig of her beer. You excuse yourself, crawling off of her lap and stumbling upstairs to the bedroom. Yawning, you peel off your clothes and drop them into a small pile at the foot of the mattress. You crawl under the comforter and close your eyes.
sometime later the door creeks open, disturbing you from your sleep. Valeria walks in quietly, shutting the door behind her. The room is dark, making the sounds of her undressing sound all that much louder. The mattress dips under her weight as she crawls onto it. Slotting herself behind you and snaking a hand over your stomach. Valeria nestles her nose against the nape of you neck.
"You awake?" She whispers, her words disturbing the hairs at the back of your neck.
You take a few seconds to reply. "Yes." You whisper back.
"Hm." She sighs. Pressing light kisses to your skin, evidently still reeling from the rush she got from hurting the dealer.
She gets a little more into it, sucking dark bruises into your neck and pulling you against her. She lightly humps against you, the cotton of her underwear dragging against yours. Her hand moves down to cup your mound, sending a flash of want through you. She breathes heavily while you grind against her palm.
"I want to taste you." She breathes.
"Okay." You reply quietly. With your consent she slides her hand from your crotch and eagerly pushes herself down the mattress, dragging her hands over your thighs and calves.
She presses lazy kisses to your legs as she goes. Taking her time to massage the skin on them. You gasp as her nose brushes your cunt through your underwear, not expecting her to do that so quickly. she licks a long stripe over your panties. Wetness pools between your legs, your panties sticking your lips and moistening hers. Her fingers tease you through the material, playing with your clit torturously.
She stops to slowly drag down your panties, baring you to the cool air. Anticipation makes blood flow to your clit. Her hands plant themselves on your legs to pry them apart before she's diving right into your pussy. Mouthing at your labia messily, the slick sounds and your heavy breathing break through the quiet. Obscene to your own ears. Valeria presses her face fully against you. Her tongue slipping inside of you to taste you from the source. She eats you out like you're the best thing she's ever tasted.
You bite your hand to stifle any unwanted noises. Valeria shows less restraint. Soft groans of pure pleasure drifting up from between your legs. She sucks your clit between her lips, making your back arch. She laps at you relentlessly, forcing you closer and closer to the edge. Your core weeps arousal onto the sheets and into Valeria's wanting mouth. Your hands fly to the back of her hair and you hold her down gently, grinding up into her face. She moans at your touch, very receptive to that action.
She plays you like Mozart, putting her heart and soul into eating you out. Her passion enough to inspire even the most unmotivated of people. You clench your legs around her head, body locking in place as pleasure rushes out of you. Even though you've unintentionally trapped her face against your cunt she continues licking. Lost in a pleasure of her own. You come down from the high. allowing Valeria to gently lap up the last of the arousal from your hole.
Sweating and tired, you lay back flat. Valeria pulls away and lays down on top of you, practically crushing you to the bed. Her added weight only makes you feel hotter, but it brings a sense of comfort that no blanket could hope to replicate. Her breathing is lax and slow.
"There are only three things in this world that can't be beat;" Valeria murmurs. "Drugs, money, and good pussy."
You roll your eyes. "Companionship, achievement, and dignity are better." You reply. Valeria chuckles and kisses your forehead.
"You still have so much to learn," She yawns, laying her head down on your chest. "but that's okay. I can help you learn."
hi….. first request i write.. its been awhile and this is months old but i needed something light to come back Lol
i had skibidi anon to back me up and fix some stuff to it so say “thank u skibidi anon” in the comments ☝️☝️
notes! nsfw, no tops or subs just horny teenagers, boob play, getting caught (duh). 900 wc.
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it wasn’t planned, if so you would've worn a cuter bra.
it was just supposed to be a simple hang out, gossiping about the people you know, or maybe watch a movie or some show— ugh, you didn’t even know how it started, who kissed the other first.
your limbs were tangled up on a knot, cuddling on the old cranky couch. her lips moving fervently against yours, relishing on the way you squirmed and tried to follow her chaotic pace.
“g-gods.. jinx—” you panted, breaking the kiss only for her to keep hers attached to your skin, kissing down your jaw to your neck. it tickled, it made you giggle and shiver. “… calm down.”
she mumbled in response, making strings of nonsense, she was so eager… so greedy. she’s been wanting to get her hands on you for a while now, and clearly she didn’t want to let you go.
the kisses turned into light nibbles, your head tilting back involuntarily with a low hum. you praise her with a soft caress of your fingers to her scalp.
“‘want you s’bad...” she spoke out, voice muffled against your skin, her hands feeling up your waist, to your hips. she explored every inch of your sides with her rough palms and savored your neck like a starved woman.
it was so hard for you to stay quiet, your stifled noises that could be heard across the room, you were grateful that no one was home, either way, you would’ve still needed to hold your breath to muffle the soft moans that were ringing pleasantly on jinx’s ears.
her lips trailed back up to yours and you eagerly welcomed her with your tongue out, meeting hers messily. the sound of the sloppy kiss made you feel much more filthy, the mere thought of being vulgar with jinx made you moan particularly… loud. she bit on your lower lip and pulled you towards her with a cheeky grin, making her feel so smug.
she tugged at your cute top, silently requesting. with a light huff, feigning annoyance, you took it off, you would’ve thought that she’d place her hands on your breasts in an instant.
but no, she just stared at them in awe for a long moment, it slowly made you feel self-conscious even if it was obvious that she liked them. In a failed attempt to hide them by wrapping your arms around, it made them jiggle for a bit.
then there it is— she quickly puts her hands on you, squeezing lightly as if testing the waters, your approval is silent as you lean into her touch.
she murmurs a praise with the raspy voice you’ve grown to love, acknowledging how beautiful you are before kissing you again. it was perfect, her hands, her lips, she made you feel… wanted. you were returning the feeling, fidgeting with the loose strands of her cropped shirt.
“ya want somethin’, toots?” she chuckled breathlessly, trailing her lips down your neck again. you chuckled along with her, feeling slightly embarrassed at the call out. “i wanna see you too.” you murmured, tugging at her top more firmly. she didn’t tease you much, lifting it up and off her body, leaving her chest exposed.
unlike you, she was so cheeky, cupping her right boob and pinching her nipple as your mouth watered at the sight, “fuck—“ within a second, your lips were attached again, hands caressing and groping whatever inch of flesh both of you could reach.
“like that?”
“y-yeah, just like that.”
you giggled, continuing to flick your tongue on her tit. there was a certain satisfaction in making her breathless and squirmy. the way she pulled at your hair was a bit painful, it was overcame by the pleasure of having her flavor on your mouth—though you still haven’t tasted her.
but you wouldn’t, not today.
“oh shit,” you heard a female voice, turning your head to find a pink haired girl standing by the front door with an amused smile. embarrassment hits you like a truck, bringing a furious blush on your adorable flabbergasted face as you look back at jinx. you were a tangled mess of limbs, your lips connected by a string of saliva.
“you said she wouldn’t be home in hours!” you exclaimed in a hushed voice, rushing to grab your top and cover yourself. jinx only snickered, she also had a much softer blush but there was no regret whatsoever.
you could hear the soft laughter of her sister, who was mindlessly making herself at home —obviously—, she gave you some space to get dressed as she walked over to the kitchen.
“i said i thought she wouldn’t be home in hours,“ she kept chuckling, just as amused as her sister at your obvious distress. she was kind enough to help you, though. “no need to be shy, it’s just my sis.”
you shot her a glare, before averting your eyes to not meet any of theirs as you try to fix your hair, slapping her hand when she tried to reach you again. you weren’t mortified, but it was still embarrassing. you didn’t even meet her sister formally! and this was her first impression of you, she’d think you’re—
Synopsis: Powder had been your best friend for years, the two of you met when she was running from the cops when she and her brothers broke into and blew up an apartment in Piltover and you helped them escape. What you never imagined, is that the love of your life was always right there in front of you…
A/N: This is a fic about Powder from the alternate universe, it has nothing to do with Jinx.
🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.
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Gert was about to call you to a quieter, more private place when you both heard Vender's voice calling her from the bar. "Gert, I need you here, now," he said. She huffed and looked back at you, "It seems like I was missed, I'll see you later tonight? Even if it's late, Zaun never sleeps." You laughed, "Of course, I'll be here." She approached you and kissed your cheek, "See you later, beautiful."
You had barely gotten away from Gert when another guy came up to you and put his hand on your shoulder. “I thought I’d never see you again, princess.” He was very blond and slender, you had no idea who he was. He noticed your look of confusion and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Deckard, the guy who sent you the note the other day.” So it was him, he was actually kind of cute, just like you thought, but it wasn't like you were interested in him. “You didn’t show up, I was thinking that maybe your friend hadn’t given you my note.” He said as he approached you, he seemed to be already drunk.
“I was just leaving,” you took a step back to get away from him. “Oh, I understand. I’m lucky to find you here today. Can we talk?” he said, pulling you by the waist. “I thought you wanted to talk,” you said, pushing him away from you. “Oh, come on? Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, getting closer again. You rolled your eyes and moved away from him again, “No, I don’t.” “Then what’s the problem love?”. Before you could answer, you heard Powder’s voice behind him.
“The problem is, she’s not interested right now,” she said, her hands on her hips, and you felt relieved to see her. He turned his head to look at her, “You’re the one who vouches for her, sweetheart?” he scoffed. “No, I’m the one who vouches for myself, and she’s right, I’m not interested.” He pursed his lips, “Alright, alright,” he held his hands up in surrender, “We can take this slow, how about I buy you a drink first, baby doll?”
Once again Powder butted in, this time she stopped beside you. “How about this, you go enjoy the party and spend your money on yourself, before you get kicked out of the bar.” He frowned and laughed, “And who’s going to kick me out, you? Is the bar yours by any chance?”, he said mocking her once more. “Something like that since my father owns the bar.” He wiped the arrogant smile from his lips, “Vender?!”, he said swallowing hard. “That’s it, are you going to leave her alone or will I have to call him to sort this out with you?” Once again he raised his hands in surrender, “kay, sorry to bother you,” he told you before disappearing from sight.
You looked at her, “hey,” you smiled. “Hey you,” she said, smiling awkwardly. “Thanks for that, Pow Pow.” She shrugged, “I couldn’t let him bother you”. “Good thing you showed up then, my savior,” you said laughing. “The guys here aren’t like the guys you’re used to, you have to know how to deal with them”. “It seems like you’ve learned well”. She shrugged, “I had to get by.”
Vender was keeping an eye on the two of you and decided to help out. He changed the upbeat song that was playing to a slower one and Powder looked at him. He smiled at her and made a sign to invite you to dance. Something in his gaze always comforted and encouraged her.
“Dance with me?” she asked suddenly, without thinking much otherwise she would lose her courage. You smiled and took her hand that was extended to you. She held your waist and you wrapped your arms around her neck and she led you to the music. Powder's heart was pounding inside her, she was nervous, this was much more than a dance with a best friend and the tension between the two of you proved it.
“He’s still staring at you,” she said, referring to Deckard. “Ignore him,” you said quietly. “No way,” she said, staring at him. “Why not?”. “Well, why…” she hesitated for a moment and then you interrupted her, laughing a little, “he’s the guy from the note.” She twisted her lips, “seriously?! So he’s nothing like you expected?”, she asked curiously. “Actually, I wasn’t expecting anything, but he’s disgusting.” The wind blew, making your perfume spread, she closed her eyes to smell you and then asked, “what about Gert?”.“Oh, she… well, she… she’s nice, she’s pretty, but…” you hesitated. “But?…”, Powder asked, stopping moving with you.
“But she’s not for me,” you closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, trying to hold back the tears, “all this life… all these people, this coming and going of loves in my life and I never wanted to admit that none of these people were my person, and I’m afraid of never… never finding the right person for me, that’s why I always gave myself so easily to anyone who came along and was never valued as I deserved.” Your eyes were watery, but you swallowed your tears. You took your arms off her neck and placed your hands on either side of her collarbone.
Powder brought her right hand to your face while she kept her other hand on your waist, where she pressed a little. “Y/n look at me”, she whispered in a hoarse voice. She was going to kiss you, she was finally going to taste your cherry lip gloss straight from your lips, like she always dreamed. You raised your gaze to her and in that moment looking into her eyes, with her breath mixing with yours, was the moment when everything came to the surface. Your feeling for her - that you had repressed for years - the love beyond friendship that you felt for her. In that moment you remembered that you had always been in love with her, but it was much easier to block that feeling than to live it. It was her, Powder was your person, the one you loved and would always love.
You started to feel your heart racing inside your chest, you were having trouble breathing, you were starting to have an anxiety attack. “Oh no! Powder I need… sorry, I need to get out of here.” You pulled away from her and ran away from everything.
You stopped in a dark alley away from The Last Drop and leaned against a wall to catch your breath and try to calm down from your anxiety attack. You began to cry frantically, sliding down the wall to the floor, where you buried your face in your hands. You knew it was too dangerous for someone like you to be in a dark alley alone in Zaun. But you were too panicked to be afraid of that.
You loved your best friend, in the romantic sense of the word. You realized this a few years ago, but you kept this feeling so bottled up inside you that you forgot about it. Then you realized, your fear wasn't of ending up alone, you just wanted to transfer everything you felt for Powder to someone else, that's why you had an endless list of boyfriends and girlfriends that didn't work out. It's amazing what our subconscious is capable of, isn't it?
You gradually calmed down and after the adrenaline and anxiety attack had passed, you began to notice how the night was getting colder and darker and you realized that you were in a dark alley alone in Zaun. As much as Vender had managed to control the bandits in the underground city, it was still dangerous for a Piltie like you to be there alone.
You pulled yourself together and thought it would be best to apologize to Powder for running away like that. You weren't ready to tell her how you felt about her, so you would make up an excuse for your behavior and everything would be resolved.
You went back to the bar and looked for her, but apparently she wasn’t there anymore. You bumped into Gert - who was walking with a tray of drinks in her hand - by accident as you walked through the dancing and singing crowd. “I’m sorry,” you said before realizing it was her. “Don’t worry princess, it’s just me,” she said winking at you, she leaned close to your ear, “just a few more hours and I’ll be free, you can make it up to me,” she kissed your cheek before going back to serving drinks. “Sorry Gert, not today,” you said to yourself.
You were trying to get out of the crowd when you felt someone pull you by the arm and grab your waist, you were relieved when you realized that this time it was Mylo. “Hey, I looked for you everywhere, where’s Powder?”, he asked dancing with you. “I’d like to know too”, you said trying to get away from him. He spun you around and laid you down, holding your hand with one hand and the other on your back. You stood up and tried to get away from him, “Not now Mylo”, you said but he pulled you again and spun you around again. “See how great a partner I am, very attractive too”, he said boasting and then pouted to kiss you.
“I’m sure someone thinks so,” you said, turning your face away from him. “There’s not a girl at this party who wouldn’t want to be with me,” he boasted again, “but I only have my eyes on one,” he showed his teeth in a smile and raised an eyebrow at you. You pursed your lips and before you could try to move away from him again, Claggor appeared and put his arm around Mylo shoulders.
You took the opportunity and got out of Mylo's hands. "What's up Y/n? Is Mylo embarrassing himself again?" You held back a laugh, "no, he's a great dancer, but a terrible flirt." He crossed his arms and said, "she's just playing hard to get," he said convinced of it and you laughed, he was so ridiculous that it was almost funny, although Powder found it annoying. "Do you know where Powder is?" you asked finally. “She’s not here, I thought she was with you… have you tried checking her workshop?” Claggor replied. “I’ll stop by, thanks boys”.
“Hey, Y/n,” Mylo yelled behind you and you turned to look at him. “You can thank me in another way if you want, I wouldn’t mind if…”, he put his index finger to his lips and you understood what he wanted, you just rolled your eyes and went to look for Powder. You couldn’t see when Claggor slapped Mylo on the head, “oh, what the fuck is this you animal?!”, he said raising his arms. “Stop being an idiot,” Claggor replied. “Man… I don’t understand how you let a girl like Y/n climb out of your fingers,” he said massaging his head. “Powder is in love with her, you would realize if you weren’t such an asshole,” Claggor replied. Mylo curled his lips, “Powder? Seriously?”.
You entered Powder's workshop silently, she didn't notice you. She was sitting on the couch, with her knees to her chest and her head down. She was feeling terrible and embarrassed. You probably would have realized that she loved you beyond friendship and that's why you ran away. You didn't love her that way and it scared you. Now she had ruined everything and that would shake the friendship between you.
“Pow Pow?” you said, standing behind her. The sweet sound of your voice brought her out of her dark thoughts. She lifted her head and looked at you. Your eyes were still red from crying, you smiled at her, but she was too nervous to smile back. Although your smile could fix anything.
You approached her and sat next to her. “Look, I’m sorry I left like that, it was hard for me… to admit those things,” you said with a sigh. As she looked at you and felt your scent again so close to her, you right there in front of her made her remember Vender’s voice saying, “Isn’t she worth the risk?” Then she readjusted herself on the couch, turning to face you and gathering all the courage she had inside her.
“I think it’s time for me to admit some things to you too,” her heart could explode at any moment, just like yours. “The truth is, I always wished that all those people you were with could be me… I asked myself every day, “why not me?”, but then I remembered that you love me like a friend or even a sister, and it hurt, but…”. Your heart skipped a beat with each of her words, “Powder I…”, you interrupted her, but she interrupted you back, “wait please, let me talk… it hurts knowing that I’ll never be able to have you in any other way than as a friend, but I don’t care, having you in my life in any way is already worth it. I always watch you, when you're putting on makeup or reading or studying or even when you're not doing anything because... you're beautiful and perfect and it's good to just stop and look at you... I'm sorry I kept this in for all these years, it's just that I've always been afraid of ruining what we have, I couldn't bear to be without you around because the truth is that you're the love of my life, I..."
“... love you,” you both said the words in unison. She stopped for a moment and looked at you with her beautiful, bright blue eyes. “W-what?” she asked, her voice breaking. You smiled with your eyes watering, “I love you too Pow Pow, I held back that feeling because I thought it would be easier that way… I gave my heart to so many people when I should have given it only to you, to whom it always truly belonged, now I know that.”
She smiled and laughed a little, “How stupid we are… I could have had you from the beginning”, she whispered, bringing her face closer to yours, while looking from your lips to your eyes. “I think things have their right time to happen”, you whispered back. “But we make it so complicated”, she placed her hands on each side of your face and rested her forehead against yours. You held her wrists, “well, we don’t have to do this anymore”.
“I had a dream where I kissed you, I’ve had that dream a million times,” she whispered, looking at your lips. “You can kiss me now,” you said and at the same moment her lips kissed yours and she gasped as she finally felt the cherry taste of your lip gloss on your soft lips. You two smiled into the kiss and you wrapped your arms around her neck while her hands traveled to your waist.
She squeezed you a little and settled herself on the couch, making you understand what she wanted. Still with your lips on hers, you sat on her lap and at that moment, she deepened the kiss. Powder pulled your lower lip between her teeth and then slammed her tongue into yours, taking full control of the situation and swirling your tongue around hers and then biting your lip again. You never thought she could be so dominant, but you loved it.
She put her hands under your blouse and felt your hot, goosebumps-filled skin. She squeezed your waist again and you gasped into her mouth. It was your turn to pull her lower lip between your teeth and she squeezed your sides again at the sensation. Powder held the hem of your blouse and you only stopped kissing for her to take it off your body. Before she kissed you again, she ran her eyes over your round, perfect breasts, still covered by your white lace bra.
You both smiled and you went back to crashing your lips into hers and she soon dominated it again. Her hands went up from your waist to your breasts and she placed them there, just feeling the exposed skin of your breasts. She stopped the kiss and looked at her hands on your breast, her thumb drawing circles on the top of them slowly. You bit your lower lip and she - still with her hands on your breasts - went back to devouring your already red and swollen lips.
She laid you down on the couch, getting on top of you, her tongue still exploring every corner of your mouth. She stopped the kiss and nuzzled her nose your neck, feeling your goosebumps and your scent that she loved. She nuzzled her nose slowly down to the valley of your breasts still covered by your bra and returned to your neck where she finally began to plant hot kisses on your skin, you closed your eyes at the sensation as you moaned softly and sweetly…
✨ Ok, first of all I wanted to apologize for the delay, but something unexpected happened and I've been really busy. I know I said this would be the last part, but I got a little carried away - a lot actually - and when I realized it, it was too long. So there will be one more chapter after this one and I swear it will be the end, sorry guys. Anyway, I hope you like it!
🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.
🥂 Part 1 🥂 Part 2
“Close your eyes, princess,” she whispered and you obeyed. Jinx led you out of Caitlyn’s house and took you somewhere high and far away from Piltover. “Careful, baby, go up slowly and don’t open your eyes until I tell you to,” she said, holding your hand tightly and helping you up a few steps. She walked with you and stopped, pinning you against a… railing? She pressed her body against your back and with her hands on your hips, she kissed your neck softly. “Eyes closed, ok?,” she whispered and you nodded.
You felt your girlfriend's hands leave you and you got goosebumps as the wind hit your skin. "Jinx?!", you called out to her. "I'm here, light of my life", she replied and you heard her unzipping her backpack. You smiled, you loved it when she called you that affectionately.
You heard the heavy footsteps of her boots walking towards you and her thin hands gripped your waist and she pressed her body against your back again. Jinx kissed your bare shoulders and moved up to your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses on your soft, warm skin, she purred behind you between the kisses that burned into your skin. “You can open your beautiful eyes now, my life,” she whispered in your ear, biting your lobe.
You opened your eyes and at the same moment the clocks in the city of progress began to chime midnight. You looked around and realized that you were outside a blimp. You heard Jinx pull a trigger behind you and at that moment, a fireworks display began in the sky. “Happy New Year my love,” she said behind you and before you turned to face her to kiss her, a bomb exploded in the sky that soon turned into colorful fireworks that said, “marry me, toots?”
Tears streamed down your face quickly and you felt her take her hands off of you and kneel in front of you. She was holding a blue velvet ring box in her hands, one she had made and painted for you. She opened the box and there was a silver engagement ring with a blue sparkle on the tip.
“I will never be lost in the darkness again with you by my side, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, y/n. You brought back everything I lost, I have everything just by having you, I love you. Please be my wife, baby?”, she said with her eyes shining and you could swear that for a second, they were blue again.
You smiled through your tears, “Jinx I love you, of course I want to marry you, I will always say yes to you, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, my sunshine”. She stretched her lips into a smile and laughed a little, then she put the ring on your finger and you didn't have the chance to admire it, the next second she grabbed you and crashed her lips on yours, kissing you intensely and passionately.
She licked, kissed and sucked your lips on hers desperately, she pressed you against the railing of the airship and pressed her body against yours. You placed your right hand on the back of her neck while you brushed your nails on her left arm with your other hand. Jinx placed her hands on your waist and leaned over you a little. She lifted your left leg to her hips and held it tightly.
You were both breathless from the heated kiss and you were panting when Jinx - now your fiancée - left your lips and kissed your chin and down to your neck. You threw your head back and she took advantage of that, biting your skin and sucking hard. The sounds of her mouth on your skin, the noises she made and your soft moans and panting breaths were a true symphony.
She made a trail of kisses and bites up to the top of your breasts and stuck her tongue inside your cleavage licking between your breasts, “mhmm so hot, fuck”, she whispered and then went back to kissing and sucking the top of your tits leaving them marked and slightly sore. She kissed your lips again and let go of your leg. She placed her hands on your hips under your dress and pulled you tightly against her. You placed your hands one on each of her boobs and squeezed lightly, contrasting with her grip on your hips and ass, where she squeezed very hard, marking the skin with her fingers.
She squeezed your ass so hard that your lips faltered against hers making you gasp and your feet lift slightly off the ground. She captured your lips again and swirled her tongue with yours, biting your bottom lip and letting out a noise from her throat in the process. She was getting desperate and needed to fuck you and she needed to punish you for your behavior earlier, she hadn't forgotten that.
You didn't have the breath and stamina of your fiancée, you were in need of air, and tried to pull away from her for just a second, but she wasn't willing to let you. When you broke the kiss breathlessly, she captured your lips again and again. You tried to stop the kiss for the fourth time and this time she gave in and rested her forehead against yours. You both panted with your mouths half open on each other. “Just… just one more thing toots…”, Jinx said after placing a quick kiss on your half-open lips. “I want… to make a child in you,” she said, her voice hoarser than usual. You frowned, how was that possible? “After Isha…”, she said, her voice breaking, but before she could finish, you interrupted her, “Jinx, we swore to never speak about h…”, your eyes were filling with tears again.
“I know... I just want a kid, our kid, baby”, it was her turn to interrupt you and then she went back to planting kisses on your neck. “And how are we… a-ah… how are we going to… do this?… mhmm”, it was difficult to concentrate and form the right words with Jinx abusing the skin on your neck. “There are many ways,” she said, pulling the skin on your neck between her teeth, you rolled your eyes and gasped at the sensation.
She was spreading kisses and bites all over your neck, you were loving it, but she had gotten into a delicate subject and you had to focus on that. So you pushed her away, “Baby, calm down…”, she frowned and pulled you against her again, going back to abusing your skin. “You made me wait all day, toots, don’t ask me to calm down now.” She pushed you against the airship's railing again and placed a hand on each of the railings, holding you there, and then pulled the part of your dress that held your right breast down and it jumped out of the fabric, and she buried her lips in your bare chest, teasing your nipple with her tongue and teeth.
You closed your eyes and threw your head back, moaning softly at the feeling of her tongue. Jinx stuck her tongue out and licked your boob from bottom to top several times, then swirled her tongue around your nipple and sucked on it. You gasped and bit your lower lip, you put your right hand in her hair and pulled it gently, making her moan into your boob. You were already soaking wet down there, you pressed your legs together you needed her, but before that you both needed to finish the conversation that Jinx started in the first place.
Jinx was just kissing your breast softly when you lifted her face to look at you. “Baby…”, you said, still a little breathless. “Yes?!”, she asked and planted a peck on your lips. “How are we going to be able to have a child?”. She rolled her eyes, “Sugar, what do you mean ‘how’? We’re amazing, you’re going to be a wonderful mother”, she said, kissing your chin and going up to leave kisses on the corner of your lips and giving you another peck. “I don’t know… it’s not that… you know what life is like in Zaun”, you said, caressing her thin and defined abdomen.
“And who said we’re having a baby in Zaun? my silly girl,” she scoffed. You gave her a confused look. “Look around you toots, let’s get out of here, start over somewhere else, where no one knows us, where we can be a family.” So that was why she had taken you to an airship, she intended to run away with you. Jinx caressed your face with her hand, “we can rebuild the family we lost, baby… me and you and…”, she placed her hand on your womb and smiled, “…you know… we can do that… but we could never do it here… It’s a real new year, don’t you think?”. You smiled and hugged her, “I love you so much babe.” She squeezed your sides, “I love you too toots.”
“But now,” she said, picking you up suddenly, bridal style, “now I want to do adult things with you, toots.” She took you inside the airship and you laughed at the feeling of being carried like that, your fiancée was really crazy and you always loved that about her. She threw you on a sofa bed full of very soft and comfortable pillows and climbed on top of you. “Now I’m going to fuck my beautiful and hot fiancée, until she loses consciousness inside that beautiful head of hers,” she said with her voice getting hoarse and making your body shiver and your pussy ache for her.
She took off her top and threw it away, exposing her small breasts. You raised your hands to feel them, but Jinx held your wrists above your head with her hands. She lowered her head and stuck her tongue in your lips without warning. You kissed her back, your lips were already sore from the kisses from before and from how she was kissing you hard like a starving animal that hadn't eaten in days.
Jinx released one of your wrists and held it close to the other only to take a hot pink satin scarf from her pants pocket and tie it tightly around your wrists and it was then that you realized that you were fucked, very fucked and that only excited you even more. “Did you think I had forgotten about your previous behavior? Nah, nothing like that, princess,” she snapped and slapped your face, not hard enough to hurt you too much, but enough to make you close your eyes tightly from the burning sensation that remained there.
Your blue-haired bride held your face in her hands and came very close to look at you. She smiled wickedly and ran her eyes all over your beautiful face and turned it to the side leaving the skin of your neck - already with some marks - exposed to her. She began to gently kiss the skin alternating between kisses and bites. She ran her tongue over the pulse point on your neck and then trapped the skin between her lips and teeth, sucking your skin hard to leave a very obvious bruise there. “Oh god,” you moaned.
Jinx trailed kisses down to the top of your tits and then she sat on your pelvis and without warning she placed her hands on the top of your dress and ripped it completely, your bare breasts jumping out of the torn fabric. Jinx immediately grabbed your boobs with both hands, massaging them, squeezing them and pulling them. She sucked on your left breast while she continued to tease the other one with her hand. “Fuck they are such perfect toots… hmm”. You were just a mess of moans and whimpers. She moved to your other breast and caught your nipple between her teeth, pulling it hard, your eyes watered and you moaned in pain and pleasure at the same time. She released your injured nipple and drops of blood ran down your breast and Jinx licked them off, licking your nipple too and swirling her tongue around it and then she sucked it into her mouth. Her saliva on your cut nipple stung and you choked trying not to cry.
“Sorry baby, I can’t control myself,” she said, running her thumb over your nipple, you squirmed at the stinging sensation. “Stop, please,” you said, tears streaming down your eyes. Jinx crashed her lips onto yours and you tasted the iron of your blood on her lips. She broke the kiss only to lick your tears away and said, brushing her lips against your ear, “Oh my sweet girl, I warned you that you would be screwed when I got you, you will take what I give you until the time I decide to stop, understand?” You nodded, she grabbed your face tightly, “Use the words toots.” She ran her thumb over your lips, waiting. “I got it babe.” She smiled mischievously, “Fucking good girl.”
Jinx made a trail of hickeys from your neck to the top of your left breast - the one that wasn't bleeding - then she filled her mouth with the soft flesh of your breast and bit and sucked on it while her hands gripped your hips so tightly that there would be marks from her fingers for days. She sucked on the skin at the edge of your breast, leaving a bruise there.
Your fiancée moved her kisses and bites down from your breast to your abdomen and got rid of the rest of the dress that was still on your body, ripping it completely and throwing the rags somewhere, leaving you with only your ruined and soaked panties. Jinx ran her nose over the wet spot on your panties and bit her lips, getting hornier. “Hmm, that’s delicious, baby, fuck,” she mumbled, planting a kiss on your swollen clitoris through the thin fabric of your panties. You moaned and writhed beneath her and she smiled wickedly.
Jinx pulled your panties to the side just to show your crotch, where she licked you teasingly. Then she went down to the inside of your left thigh and sucked on your skin, marking you there too. She went down to your ankle and knelt on the floor at the edge of the sofa bed just to unbutton your sandals and take them off your feet. She grabbed your left foot and kissed it, but your body's reflexes pulled it out of her hand because of the sensitivity that made you feel ticklish. She got up from the floor, standing up and took off her boots, then got rid of her pants and boxers, throwing them on the floor with the rest of her clothes.
She climbed on top of you again and placed her hands on each of your arms - which were raised above your head, with your wrists tied together. Jinx captured your lips with hers again and took her time with you. She placed her right hand on your throat, but didn't squeeze, just held you firmly as her tongue danced with yours. You both let out soft moans between the kiss, Jinx pulled your lower lip so hard that it bled a little, you gasped and she moaned at the taste of your blood. She licked your chin and ran her tongue over your lips before capturing them with hers again. “Open your mouth, love”, she whispered with her lips brushing yours and you obeyed, she spat inside your mouth and you swallowed her saliva. “Oh fuck, like this you're going to kill me toots or I'm going to kill you, I don't know anymore”, she said whispering and kissed you again.
She swirled her tongue around yours and then sucked your tongue and you moaned into her mouth, she devoured your lips for a few more seconds while squeezing your tits in her hand. Jinx moved her kisses from your lips to your chin, passing through your neck, the top of your breasts, your nipples, all over your abdomen until she reached your clothed pussy. She took off your panties and kissed your pelvis, biting and sucking afterwards and you moaned at the sensation. She brought your panties to her nose and melted feeling the sweet smell of your arousal, "fuck", she whispered and then threw your panties with the rest of your clothes on the floor.
Jinx bit her lower lip hard as she stared at your bare, dripping pussy. Yes, she intended to tear you apart, but before that, she laid on top of you again and shoved her knee into your needy cunt and you moaned a little loudly. She stuck her index and middle finger inside your mouth and you understood what she wanted and started sucking on them. She bit her lower lip as she watched you suck on her slender fingers and she shoved them deeper into your throat making you gag. Your saliva started to run down the corner of your mouth and onto the knuckles of her fingers.
She got off of you and got on her knees on the bed, and then she stuck the fingers that were in your mouth inside herself and started masturbating herself while shamelessly staring at your pink, swollen pussy. You felt a little embarrassed by this, but then you enjoyed the sight and it was only making you hornier. “Fuck baby, fuck...,” she moaned as she touched herself, the rhythm of her fingers increasing more and more. You could do it for her, you wanted to be able to touch her, but you knew she wouldn't allow it, she rarely did.
You could go crazy at any minute, you needed her, you needed to be touched, you needed to be fucked. You squeezed your legs together to feel something and that irritated Jinx, she didn't say anything but with her free hand, she parted your legs opening them so hard that your groin burned and you let out a tearful moan.
“Look at this… a-ah hmm… fuck… look at this delicious pussy”, she said between moans, the wet sounds coming from her fingers in your pussy were getting straight to you and you could only feel the ache in your core and your pussy getting wetter and wetter. “You’re so hot baby, I’m going to fuck you like hell, you’ll see”, she said in a hoarse voice and moaned loudly, cumming all over your belly and pelvis.
Without wasting any more time, she stuck her fingers covered in her cum into your vagina and mixed her cum with the cream of your arousal, lubricating your pussy with her cum, making you moan as you felt her fingers in your needy pussy and arch your hips slightly. She ran her fingers up and down your slippery pussy and you bit your bottom lip.
Without warning, Jinx opened your lips with her fingers and stuck her tongue in your pussy, eating you with desire, like a hungry wild animal. She licked from your clitoris to your hole, teasing it. She was savoring your taste that she was crazy about and the sounds she made while eating you were infamous and made you moan like a bitch in heat. “Mhmm, that feels so fucking good,” she said, and then she finally swirled her tongue around your clit and sucked on it. You lifted your head and looked down, and when she began licking your clit in a fast, steady rhythm you slammed your head back into the pillows, “Ooh fuck,” you moaned.
You were a panting, whimpering mess, your wrists pinned numb above your head as your bride devoured your pussy. Jinx's tongue expertly explored every side of your poor cunt. She licked you with her mouth wide open, alternating between sucking and licking your swollen clit. She held your legs wide open for her by gripping your hips tightly. Jinx closed her lips around each of your fucked pussy lips in her mouth and sucked on them, making you gasp above her. Then she stuck her tongue in your hole and fucked you like that. Your walls swallowed her tongue inside you and you both moaned in unison.
Jinx fucked you with her tongue for a long time, alternating between pumping her tongue inside you frantically or thrusting your hips against her tongue and then you were close, very close to cumming in her mouth and she noticed it when your walls tightened around her tongue. Of course this only encouraged her to go even deeper and she brought her fingers up to brush against your clit alternating between giving light flicks that made your eyes roll back in your head. Just a few more strokes of her tongue into your hole and the rhythm of her fingers on your clitoris made you come hard into her mouth and she drank your cum as if she had been dying of thirst for days.
“Atta girl,” she said breathlessly, her jaw was sore after her intense work on you and she was proud of it, but not satisfied. She wanted more, she needed more, she simply couldn’t contain herself when she had her bride tied up, naked and cumming in front of her. So she went back to eat you, licking and sucking your pussy without mercy. “Jinx I… I… aaah-ah… I can’t anymore baby… oh my god,” you said shaking frantically.
“Shut up and take it,” she said, slapping your pussy and then going back to sucking it. She didn’t stop, she just wouldn’t stop, you moaned frantically and your body began to twitch involuntarily. Your hips were moving away from her in a reflex of your body, but she pulled you back close to her, continuing to eat your pussy. “Oh…oh Jinx,” you moaned her name and that only made her even wilder. She sucked your clit and licked it frantically without stopping and fuck you were going to cum again.
You needed to grab something, anything, but your wrists were tied tightly by the tight knot she had made in the scarf and all you could do was moan, moan, moan and you practically screamed as you came for the second time in her mouth. After she cleaned up all your juices with her tongue, she slowed down and was giving kitten licks and leaving kisses on your aching pussy. You were crying from the overstimulation and your legs were shaking with each contact of her tongue on your pussy.
Jinx bit and sucked on the inner skin of your thigh, leaving red marks that would soon turn purple, and finally lifted her head from between your legs and massaged your sore jaw and neck. She was drunk on your cum and she loved it. She planted a kiss on your pelvis and made her way up to your lips and kissed you, pushing her tongue into yours and making you taste yourself in her mouth. She squeezed your right breast - the one with the bruised nipple - and you whimpered into her mouth. She released your lips and buried her head in your neck, sucking and marking the skin over the marks she had left earlier. Jinx thrust her right hand into your pussy while the other held your bound wrists. “Spread those legs for me now, toots,” she ordered in a dangerous voice and you obeyed.
Once she had easy access to your already abused pussy, she wasn't gentle and slipped her middle and ring fingers into your slippery hole with ease, finger fucking you. She had a relentless rhythm, using the shimmer in her veins to thrust hard and impossibly - for people who didn't have shimmer running through their veins - fast. She let go of your neck and knelt beside you on the bed, speeding up her slender fingers inside you more and more. The wet sounds coming from your pussy, your pornographic moans, the fucked-up sight of you and your tits bouncing with each deep thrust of her fingers into your pussy made her cum on her own and she threw her head back, "ounch that's so fucking good, fuck... shit", she moaned.
It didn't take long for you to come on her fingers, but she didn't stop fucking you. She continued fingering you through your orgasm, the rhythm never faltering, she lowered her head to bite and suck on your left breast. You let out tearful moans from your throat, your juices running from your hole onto her fingers and wrist and dripping onto the sheets. She pulled her fingers out of you and started rubbing your clit, and you rolled your eyes. “Hmmm baby, oh my god I can’t… aah… I can’t take it anymore baby,” you cried. She laughed and bit your earlobe, “pay the price for being a fucking hottie who likes to tease me.” Then, as she said that, Jinx sped up her fingers on your clit and then stuck them back in your hole, curving them and hitting that spongy spot inside you. She alternated several times between rubbing your clit and burying her fingers inside you, making you see stars and moan her name nonstop.
You were squirming and shaking as your fiancée lowered her head between your legs and began teasing your clit with her tongue while she fucked her fingers frantically into you. Jinx released your clit and licked it every now and then teasing you. “So beautiful baby, my fingers feel so good inside you, just like you… fuck, your pussy is the tastiest thing I’ve ever eaten in my life.” Her words reached straight to your fucked pussy and you got closer and closer to your limit.
Jinx curled her fingers inside you and hit that spongy spot several times and as if that wasn't enough, she pressed your belly a little with her hand while still pounding her fingers into you. Your hips lifted off the bed, your legs trembled and you rolled your eyes back in your head. Your blue-haired bride pulled your hips back and continued pumping her fingers into your hole, curling them inside you while putting just the right amount of pressure on your belly. She licked and sucked your clit a few more times and then you closed your eyes tightly, moaning loudly and uncontrollably. With your wrists tied, you couldn't hold on to anything, so you dug your nails into your palm hard and squeezed, leaving moon marks on it.
It was too much, her tongue on your clit, her fingers fucking you wildly and the pressure of her hand on your belly was too much and you screamed her name as you finally squirted, soaking her fingers and the sheet. “Fuck baby!” Jinx said satisfied and laughed a little. “Fuck toots, I knew you were capable of this, but this time… wow I’m so fucking good”, she said bragging. “You’re so fucking good my baby girl, fuck I want more of this”. She said lightly caressing your red pussy and you whimpered.
She looked at you and you were panting, your boobs rising and falling with your errant breath. You were out of your mind and Jinx smiled wickedly when she noticed it. She went straight up to your face and kissed your cheek, the tip of your nose, your chin and finally planted a peck on your lips. She kissed the entire length of your neck as you recovered from the intense orgasm and came to your senses.
“You were so good to me Toots,” she said when you calmed down, kissing your jaw and finally untying the knot of the pink scarf that kept your wrists tied together. You lowered your arms in relief, they were numb and sore, there were purple marks from her fingers and the tight knot of the scarf that had previously been tied tightly around them.
Jinx didn't wait long and crashed her lips against yours again, she had an unusual resistance and still wanted to fuck you. You were finally able to touch her and brought your right hand to the back of her neck, pulling the strands of her short blue hair while you rested the other on her face, your soft touches didn't even compare to her aggressive ones squeezing your sides during the kiss. But for her, any slightest touch of yours on her skin was enough to make her catch fire and lose control.
She moved her kisses to your neck and went back to sucking on your skin, now sensitive from the bruises. You tried to reverse positions and stay on top of her, but when you dared to move, she held you tightly in place while still devouring your neck. “Babe, please, let me touch you now,” you said between sighs. Jinx lifted your torso and put her right hand on the back of your neck, pulling your hair, making your head go back and then she deepened the hickeys on your skin, increasing the marks, at this point your neck had no single side that was not covered in bruises.
She pulled your hair a little harder and you gasped, then she held your face tight and said in a stern voice, “Haven’t you learned yet? You’re the one receiving here bunny, and I’m far from done with you,” her dominating words, the grip on your face and the wild look she had on you went past your ears making you shiver and reached your poor pussy already wet for her again. “Now turn around,” she said, letting go of your face and your hair, pushing your head hard. You flinched at your fiancée’s brutality and fell onto the bed, hitting the side of your face on the pillows. You were used to it, Jinx was never very soft, but today she was much wilder and you immediately obeyed her, laying down on your stomach…
One meeting in a dingy bar on the cheap side of town. One sighting of you. The raw sadness in your eyes drew Valeria in. A parasite attracted to the taste of your tears. She'll chew you up and spit you out, but what she doesn't realise is you bite back.
A/N: Tags will be updated as chapters progress. Original plan was to outline each chapter but I think if I do that I'll never actually start writing the fic. So I'll just wing it. Also, I rewrote this like four times. Also also, listened to a bunch of Massive Attack - specifically songs from Mezzanine. Teardrop is my personal favourite. Also merry Christmas
Tags/Warnings: Tags Will Be Updated as Story Progresses, WLW, Mental Illness, Unhealthy Relationships, Angst, Violence, Referenced Self-Harm, A Healthy Amount of Self-Hatred
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Manicured nails pick at the delicate, sensitive skin on your lips. Grabbing ahold of a small sliver of it and peeling it away to reveal the rawness beneath. The voice of a siren carries through the smokey bar. Tauntingly caressing your ear drums. In the shadows of the hall leading to the stage you stare up at the woman singing. Harlow. Unblinkingly and jealously. Low bass reverberates through the wood-paneled walls.
In the dim yellow lights Harlow still manages to look angelic. Impossibly soft yellow hair brushed over her dainty shoulders. You tear your gaze away from her to survey the crowd tonight. It's smaller than usual. Not by a lot, maybe five or so people less than usual. A majority of the patrons are men. Eyes flash in the corner and you meet them momentarily before quickly looking elsewhere. Those eyes aren't for you anymore.
On stage, Harlow bows and blows a kiss.
"Thanks for coming tonight." She calls out in her stupidly soft voice. It grates on your nerves. Subdued applause rings out as she turns heel and walks towards the hall - towards you. You don't look at her as she passes, bumping your shoulder as she does. You straighten out your dress and gloves and walk forward, stepping onto the stage and taking your place Infront of the microphone.
The Fireflower, like most of the older businesses in Las Almas, is old and in desperate need of a new coat of paint. It's had the same owner since you were a child. It's on the west side of town and it's frequented by people that live there too. People who lack much money and choose to spend what they do have on illegally homemade beer that is guaranteed to fry their livers faster than regular alcohol. It is cheaper to produce, however. And when you live in a 'protected' neighborhood where the cartel demands a 'security fee', you have to find ways to get creative with money.
You flash your teeth in a smile at the crowd. Pretending that they're more interested than they really are. One of them is. Peter. He's also been here since you were a child. Often seen slumped over in front of the doors next to a puddle of his own vomit. He whistles and raises his drink in support. Your smile is a little more genuine when it reaches him. You don't bother with introductions. None of the faces here are new anyway. Three songs. Get through three songs then you're free to leave. Go back to your dingy, one bedroom apartment and cry yourself to sleep under the obnoxiously loud AC unit.
It's not that you don't enjoy your job. You like to sing, like being on stage and admired. It's just doing it here sucks out any possible joy that could be found in it. The bar is grimy and falling apart and its loyal patrons match that. You glance over at the corner. Where the eyes were. They aren't on you anymore. Their owner, a tall dark-haired woman, are gazing deeply into Harlow's eyes. Your grip on the microphone tightens, your voice weakening at the sight so you look away. Object impermanence.
Halfway through your second song the doors open and a woman walks in. She's notable because there aren't many women in the bar as it is. She's also openly carrying. She looks around, eyes briefly settling on you before shifting to a man in a far corner. You don't pay much attention to her as she strides over to him. He and the woman begin to engage in what looks to be a very serious conversation. It's not one that lasts long, she jerks her head to the side and he reluctantly rises to a stand. One few too many beers making him unsteady on his feet. He walks out, leaving the woman alone.
She finally turns her attention on you. You're used to being stared at, that's just what happens when you sing on a stage. People have looked at you in all manner of ways. Lustful, indifferent, judgmental. Some people have really intense stares. Ones that you can feel like a hand firmly planted on your shoulder shaking you. Demanding your attention. Demanding that you stare back.
You finish your second song and begin your third and final of your set. You sing it with a little more conviction. More passion. Because a face comes to mind whenever you hear or sing it. Downturned eyes and arched brows. Your eyes shift to the corner where the tall woman is. You don't know how many times you've traced the slope of her nose or brushed her unruly mane of hair away from her face.
You finish the song. Glad to have it over and done with. You bid the audience a farewell before walking off stage. Into the dark hallway. One of the lightbulbs along the wall has burnt out, leaving a dark patch of vague ominousness. You walk back to the dressing rooms. Passing a few of the girls smoking. They don't speak to you, something you're fine with. In the group dressing room, you grab your coat and purse from your locker. Slipping your arms into the cheap, water damaged leather.
You walk back out into the bar. Weaving around the tables.
"Hey!" A slurred voice calls out your name. A heavy hand claps you on the back and you grimace.
"Hi Peter, enjoy the show?" You ask.
He smiles at you, sun-damaged cheeks dimpling. "I did, come have a drink. Come." He ushers you towards the bar. Reluctantly, you follow. Peter doesn't have many friends.
He pulls out your stool for you and you take a seat. Having to shift to get comfortable. The padding has worn away over the years. Leaving barely any protection between your ass and the hard wood.
"What will you have?" He asks. Scratching his unkempt beard. "My treat."
"Um... just coke." You say. Smiling nervously.
"Coke? C'mon sweetheart this is a bar, you have to drink!"
You shake your head. "Not tonight." You say. You don't like drinking. It doesn't make you fun or sociable. Just angrier and more bitter than you already are.
Peter shakes his head back at you like a disappointed father.
"Alright." He concedes. "I remember when your father used to bring you around here." He sighs.
"Hm. Yeah." You nod. The Fireflower was your father's main haunt and maybe that's part of why you hate it so much.
"He was a good man."
"He was." You reply. Good, if you weren't his daughter or his girlfriend. Peter claps you on the back again.
"He and your mother would be proud, you've grown into a fine young woman. Too good for this town."
You smile but it doesn't reach your eyes. Your mother couldn't find the time to be proud of anything you did, and your father was incapable of being proud of anyone but himself. Peter lifts his drink in a toast, you lift yours back although you aren't sure what you're toasting to. While drinking, your spine tingles with the feeling of eyes watching you. Discretely you turn to see who it is but can't notice anyone outwardly staring.
The bartender comes back around with a whiskey lemonade and sets it in front of you. He goes to leave but you stop him with a hand, concerned about being charged for a drink you didn't order.
"I didn't order this." You tell him. He nods understandingly.
"I know, it's from the woman over there." He nods his chin over at the back corner. You tilt your head to see. It's the woman who walked in earlier. She's not looking at you, instead her eyes are on the stage, focused on the other girl singing.
Turning down drinks always makes you feel guilty but it's a necessary evil. Not only do you try not to drink, but you've come to learn that accepting them from strangers leads to expectations. The bartender leaves before you can give it back so you slide it over to Peter.
"If I were given free drinks, you best believe I'd never turn them down." He says, happily taking the glass.
You smile lightly. "They usually come with a price, Peter. Just not one that's monetary."
Peter replies with a low hum.
You stick around for a while longer. Keeping Peter company. You finish your coke and set down your empty glass on the counter.
"I should be getting home now, goodnight, Peter." You say. Your farewell is lost on him as he has already passed out. Head resting on the rough wooden counter. You get up and head towards the exit.
It's cold out. As cold as it can get in Las Almas. You walk to your bus stop and check the app, hoping you didn't just miss the bus. You didn't. A small win for you. You put your phone back in your pocket and wait. Watching a piece of litter drift by aimlessly in the wind. Something glass shatters in the alley across the street and a drunken yell rings out. Somewhere else a girl laughs at something. Down the street Dolly stands. Dark purple dress and extravagant fur coat on display. You watch discreetly as a truck pulls up to her. Watch her walk up to his window and chat. After a couple of seconds, she gets in and they drive off.
It gets to a point where you begin to shiver. Wishing you brought pants to wear over your dress when your bus finally pulls up. 'El Sin Nombre' has been spray painted over its side. Ominously red, the paint having dripped before it dried. You step on and pay the 13.95 peso fee. There aren't that many people on board. One of the few pros of working the night shift is not having to deal with crowded transport. You walk past a slumped over man and take a seat at the back.
It's only a five-minute drive, a fifteen-minute walk if you're fast, home. However, it's not safe to be out past dark. You had a colleague a few years ago, a sweet girl who lived in your building used to walk home. Her weathered missing person poster hangs up on the front of the worn brick apartment complex. You fish out your key and open the door, walking inside and slamming it shut because if you don't it won't close.
You almost trip over a little girl on your way up to your floor.
"Jesus. Maria, what are you doing pout here?" You ask, frowning. What is she still doing up is another question. Maria simply shrugs. As usual she doesn't speak or look you in the eye. You sigh and reach for her hand, which she promptly gives you. The two of you walk down the hall to her door. You brace yourself for what you're going to have to deal with next.
You knock on room 20 and one of the sickly green-blue lights flicker. There are a few seconds of cherished silence before muffled stomping draws closer. Maria tightens her hold on your hand. The door swings open, revealing a very short woman.
"What?" She barks. Glaring up at you.
"I found your kid." You reply, gently ushering Maria towards her mother. She scowls and pulls Maria inside.
"¿Qué te conté sobre tocar en la sala?" She hisses. There's no idle chit-chat or thanks. The woman slams the door in your face.
When you finally make it back to your apartment, you're exhausted. You've done what you could with the place. Paintings you made yourself to hide the holes, cracks, and stains in the wall. Saved up to purchase fluffy pink rugs to cover the water-stained floors. Fake plants to decorate the counters and shelves because the real things seem to die regardless of how much care you provide them. Still, despite the pink and colorful nature of your living space, it somehow still seems sad and dull.
You drop your bag down by the door, soon followed by your coat. You promise yourself that you're going to pick them up later, but you know you probably won't until you need them for tomorrow. Tomorrow. You shove the thought of tomorrow out of your head. Shove the fact that you're going to have to wake up, do your hair and makeup, put on a cute but uncomfortable outfit and go back to that sad little bar on 8th Street.
You wander into the kitchen and look around your cupboards for something easy to eat. You find a dubious bag of nuts that you forgot about. The milk has gone bad and you're out of eggs. Looks like grocery shopping is on your to-do list for tomorrow.
You peel off your dress and let it fall to the tiled floor. The water is cold as it sprays your nude form. You hurry your shower. Using up the last of your favourite body wash. You feel like you'll never get warm when you step out. Forcing yourself through your usual routine. Brush your teeth, wash your face, moisturize your body. Finally, you get to stumble into your room and crash into bed. Enveloped by soft pink pillows and sheets, watched over by your childhood stuffed animals. You reach into your nightstand for your pills. The bottle is almost empty. One refill left.
The cycle repeats. You stare out at the crowd blankly before over correcting yourself with a large smile.
"How's everyone's nights going?" You ask. "Good I hope, I know mine is." You broke down into tears ten minutes before this. "This next song is Valerie, one of my personal favourites, always a good time when I get to sing this." You begin the song. Voice far more enthusiastic than you feel. Each note burns your throat and the smell of smoke is worsening your headache. "Won't you come on over stop makin' a fool out of me. Why don't you come over Valerie? Valerie, Valerie, Valerie."
You're on closing shift. Helping the bartender wipe down sticky tables. There's a puddle of vomit in the corner. You pretend not to notice.
"Hey, can you go to the back and get a couple bottles of Smirnoff?" He asks. Lazily wiping glasses behind the bar.
"Sure, Tony." You reply. You set down your rag and walk past him into the back. You watch your step as you head down to the cellar. The wooden stairs are rotted.
Grabbing two bottles you go back upstairs, setting them on the counter for him. You turn away but he stops you.
"Oh, hey, someone left these for you." He says, placing down a vibrant bouquet of roses. You raise your brows.
"For me? Are you sure?" You ask carefully. Even Harlow, with her angelic vocal cords and appearance to match doesn't receive flowers. Tony pushes them towards you.
"No other girls here with your name." He replies.
You grab the bouquet with care. Inspecting it. The roses are real and look expensive. You gently trace your fingers over their petals, feeling the smooth velvety surface.
The bus is running late. You shift on your feet impatiently. You really need to get your license. However, you don't make enough to afford a car. Or the car insurance. The distinct tapping of heels approaches you and look over, seeing Dolly approaching you, diamonds glittering around her throat.
"Public transport is so unreliable." She rasps. She reaches into her bra and pulls out a cigarette carton, offering you one.
"No thanks, I'm trying to quit." You say. Dolly shrugs and lights her own. Taking a deep inhale and coughing roughly.
"That's a beautiful thing of roses you got, sweet girl." She says, eyeing the bouquet clutched in your hands.
You smile timidly.
"Thanks, got them from work." You reply, feeling a little proud.
"Wish my customers would give me flowers." She sighs, shaking her head. "Who're they from?"
You shrug. "Not sure. Tony said someone left them for me."
Dolly gives you a knowing smile. "Maybe Tony is the one who gave them to you. He's always been a shy boy."
"Ah, maybe." You say. Looking away. It wasn't Tony. He doesn't play for your team.
Dolly blows out smoke rings.
"Did you hear about the man found in the canal this morning?" She asks.
You frown, feeling heavy. "No. Cartel?"
"That's what the police think." Dolly says. "The man had twelve pounds of coke in his apartment, my guess is that he stole it from them."
An engine rumbles as the same truck from last night creeps towards the two of you. It stops and the window rolls down, revealing the man inside.
He's older than you, younger than Peter and Dolly.
"Thirty minutes with you and your friend." He says gruffly. Before you can even respond Dolly storms up to his window.
"Get the fuck out of here you good for nothing trout." She snaps. "Don't show your face around this corner again. Or I'll have my boys cut off your balls."
"Your boys?" He laughs.
"Eric and Thomas."
His laughter stops abruptly. He narrows his eyes at Dolly, expression dark and cruel. However, the threat that Eric and Thomas must pose seem to mean more than his pride. He rolls up his window and speeds off.
Dolly curls her lip in disgust.
"You have lipstick on your teeth." You murmur.
Dolly swipes a finger over her teeth. "He didn't pay me the agreed amount last time." She says angrily. "His excuse was that I'm old."
You frown. "What a pig."
Dolly sighs, turning to you. "My advice, Sweet girl," She says as your bus pulls up. "don't ever do this line of work."
The next night is the same. As it always it. As it always will be. Walking back to the dressing room you bump into someone.
"Oh, sorry." You mumble.
"Hey."
you look up, downturned eyes, arched brows. "... Erin." You greet stiffly. Erin's gaze lingers on you for a few seconds before she brushes her hand through her dark hair. She nods once and moves past you.
Something venomous coils around your heart as you put on your jacket and pull on some sweatpants. Speaking to Erin has ruined your night completely. Why was she even back here? Probably for Harlow. You scowl and storm out of the dressing room, purposefully knocking into another girl.
"Hey-" She exclaims angrily at you.
You clench your fists as you leave the bar. You lean against the foreclosed building in front of your bus stop. Avoiding the trash littered along its side. You check the app, seeing that you just missed the bus. You feel like crying. You feel angry. You punch the brick building and immediately regret it. Hissing in pain and cradling your throbbing hand to your chest.
"I'd hate to be that building." A smooth voice says. Your head whips up. The woman it belongs to looks vaguely familiar. Dark hair cut into a layered bob, severe brows. She's wearing a dark turtleneck and coat, hands tucked into her pockets.
Your face heats with embarrassment.
"I was just, like, I slipped." You mutter.
Her lips twitch up in amusement. "I broke my hand once by punching a wall." She tells you, leaning beside you.
You flex your hand, worried that it may be broken. It's stiff and sore. "Oh."
"You have a lovely voice." She complements. "Shame you're wasting it on the Fireflower."
You feel slightly defensive at her jab. The Fireflower is rundown, and you hate working there but it's where you've made most of your childhood memories, good and bad.
"It's not that bad." You reply.
"Sure." Valeria nods. "But you're still only making 7,500 pesos, no?"
You don't reply to that. It's not like minimum wage is exclusive to the Fireflower.
"I didn't mean to be rude." The woman says. "Valeria." she raises her hand. You look at it. Tempted not to shake it. You grab it gently, surprised when she lifts it to her mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles.
You stare, caught off guard. You're not sure if you're flattered or weirded out. You give her your name and she repeats it, then nods her approval.
"I'll be seeing you around, chula."
Valeria walks off into the night. Disappearing into an alley. The interaction leaves you feeling disrupted. It was weird. She was weird. But that doesn't stop a butterfly from emerging from it's cocoon within your stomach.
mmmm okay request!!!! I finnkkk somethin real cute is val with a femme fatale reader 😓😓😓
like!! okay, imagine,,, the cops knock on your door and you answer, acting like the stereotypical pretty-faced dumbass,,, maaaybbee getting one of the cops' numberss just to make it believable and then you close the door and boom!! val just sitting there like 'really? You overdid it this time' etc (^_^)
It woild be so funny if valerias front was literally just a hot lady and nobody would bat an eye at her bevause pretty privileges!!! 😋
i want this as a oneshot!!! No headcannons this time!! :P
you can change anything you'd like hereee, maybe even add abit of spicye if the situation calls foe ittt... or someethiinnggg.. (〃´▽`)
thank you soso much for your time!!!! buhbye :D
-🃏🌀⭐️
I love femme fatales so much. Like yes give me this super hot woman who seems useless and dumb but then she actually ends up being super smart and dangerous. Pretty privilege is real and if you have it, may as well use it
Also the situation definitely calls for something spicy...
Tags/Warnings: WLW, Sexual Content, Cunnilingus, Lying to Law Enforcement, Men (Only briefly included. Not in the sexual scenes.)
Stunner
You carefully drag a finger along your lip line, smoothing away the smudged lipstick. Your eyes drift down to your bare neck. Looking at the small hickeys littering your soft skin. Courtesy of your girlfriend last night. Speaking of... You look behind you in the mirror at her prone form. One bare thigh sticking out from under the covers, an arm stretched out over your empty spot. She's silent as she sleeps. You lucked out with her. It would've sucked to have been stuck with a snorer.
You adjust the silky pink robe over your body. It has fur trimming along the wrists and edges and it feels like heaven on your body. Another thing courtesy of Valeria. You have her absolutely eating out of the palm of your hand. Someone so violent turned into a doting mess with just a look. A unicorn and the virgin. You take a step towards the bathroom and wince at the soreness between your legs. Maybe that's not an accurate comparison.
You wash, pee, and admire yourself in the mirror for a few minutes. Toying with your hair and the robe. You aren't just a pretty face. You're good with people. Able to slip into whatever personality is best suited for the occasion. Valeria has used you to get what she needs from other people. Deploying you as a honey trap. Being beautiful sets people's nerves to rest and makes them more trusting. Specifically men. It's so easy to distract them or obtain information when all you have to do is bat your lashes and pretend to be interested in what they have to say.
Your doorbell chimes, distracting you from your thoughts. You walk out of the bathroom and into the hallway. You walk right up to the door and peek out through the window. Two uniformed police officers stand patiently outside your home. No doubt here for Valeria. You pull down the neckline of your robe and open up the door.
"Good evening officers, can I help you?" You ask smoothly, Smiling at each of them. Both of their eyes momentarily dip towards your neckline, no doubt catching sight of your pebbled nipples through the thin material.
The older one clears his throat, staying professional.
"Good evening miss, we were wondering if you've seen this woman?" He asks, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a photograph of Valeria when she was in the special forces. It's a picture you haven't seen before. Her face is softer but not devoid of that evil glint and her hair is longer.
"Oh, no I haven't." you murmur, reaching out to gently pluck the photo from his hands. You inspect the picture with great care.
"You sure about that?" He asks sternly.
you look up and blink dumbly. "Of course." You say. "Why do you ask?"
"Because a source tells us she's been seen coming and going from this home."
His source should learn to mind their own business. You laugh breezily.
"Oh no," You shake your head. "I don't get guests."
"You don't?" The younger pipes up, eyeing you with equal parts interest and disbelief. You level him with a look.
"Nor usually," You explain. "the only guests I see are uniformed." You let him pick apart the double meaning to your words. His brows quirk with increased interest.
"Yeah? You get those often?" The older one shifts in front of the younger one. His voice has lost it's suspicious edge. softening into something more casual, playful even.
You gently scratch above your chest, directing his eyes to your cleavage again.
"Not as often as I'd like," You murmur. "I feel much safer when they're around."
He smiles dumbly. "Well, we should go bother someone else, looks like you're getting ready for bed and we wouldn't want to disturb you any more than we already have."
"Oh don't worry at all!" You say, waving a hand.
The cop grabs a notepad from his shirt pocket and quickly scribbles down a string of numbers. "Here," He says, tearing out the page and handing it to you. he cups your hands in his. "My personal cell in case you're feeling unsafe again."
You hold onto the paper.
"Thank you."
He nods and turns, ushering his partner to follow. He gives you one last look before following. You wait for them to drive off before closing the door, startling at the sight at Valeria behind it. She redressed herself, sporting her tank top and cargo pants. You notice she missed her bra.
"Sometimes I think you like flirting with the police." She grumbles, stepping forward and grabbing your waist to pull you against her. You drop the paper, letting it flutter to the ground forgotten.
"I do." You hum. "Think I might leave you for a cop."
Valeria scoffs and trails her hands lower. "I'll kill you if you even try."
You grin at the threat. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." She leans down and kisses you, tugging at your lower lip with her teeth. "I don't share."
You can feel the robe slipping down from your shoulder, but you don't try to fix it.
"You don't seem to mind sharing me when you send me out to do your dirty work." You whisper into her mouth.
Valeria pushes you up against the wall. "You're my greatest weapon. Can get away with anything." She says, pushing her knee up against your groin. "Especially when you have these on display." She raises a hand and gently cups your breast.
You grab the back of her neck gently, pulling her away from you.
"My greatest weapon is down here..." You murmur, slowly pushing her to her knees. She looks up at you, eyes glinting in the light. You reach down a hand and slowly push aside the robe, exposing your panty-clad lower half.
Valeria caresses your smooth calves. Soft and fragrant from the lotion you use. You carefully push her head closer to you, feeling her breath fan over your cunt. She gets the hint and presses her nose against you. Licking a long stripe along your panties. Valeria licks and sucks at you through the lace. She slowly grabs the edges and pulls down your panties, letting them fall to your ankles. They pool over your painted toes. Valeria wraps her lips around your clit and suckles. You press against the wall and lean your head back with your eyes closed, humming appreciatively.
Her hand caresses over your ass and wet folds. Her fingers shyly dipping into your holes, barely pushing through the rings of muscle before pulling away. She lets go of your clit and slowly works her tongue over your labia, inching closer to your opening. You run your hands through her short hair encouragingly. Tangling your fingers in the strands. Her tongue prods your core, pushing the wet muscle inside of you. She devours you like you're the last thing she'll ever taste. Fingers and tongue working in tandem with the sole purpose of making you cum. Your pleasure her highest priority.
You grind down on her face, legs beginning to tremble. Valeria holds you steady with a firm grip on your thighs, keeping them spread and you upright. Her tongue flicks out, lapping at your clit and toying with your hole, sending you over the edge. You tighten your grip on her hair as you soundlessly cum on her face.
You come down from your orgasm. Breathing heavily while Valeria gently laps at you, licking away any excess fluids. She pulls away, sitting on her heels. Her mouth and nose glistens with your slick. You slide to the floor and admire the sight. Valeria leans forward and kisses you, making you taste yourself on her lips. You've been the death of many, but maybe Valeria will be the death of you.
Valeria Garza X reader mutual masturbation 👀 maybe it turns into the reader and Valeria scissoring really hard with one another until they squirt idkkkk
Hiding behind anon because im a pussy LMAOAOAO (I am over the age of 18 though ^^ /gen)
You're so real for this, anon. (I'd also hide behind Anon, can't be caught lacking.)
I did some research for this one (Thank you twitter.) I've wrote smut before but there's only so much I can do when I've never experienced it myself #maidenlessloser
Hopefully that means the scissoring part was written well.
Tags/Warning: Pure Filthy Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Scissoring, Squirting, No Plot At All, LESBIAN SEX!!!!
Quid Pro Quo
'You owe me.' those were the words muttered after Valeria lent you money to pay off your debt to different loan sharks. You didn't ask her for the money and you're not sure how she knew about your debt. You were hesitant in accepting her money because then you're just in debt to her. The loan sharks were starting to get inpatient and that was a health hazard. You thought she'd ask you to pay her back or do a bunch of neck breaking tasks. That's not what she wanted.
"What?" You ask, wondering if you heard her right. She stares at you from under hooded eyes across from you. Leaning back in her chair with her legs spread.
"I said, I want you to touch yourself for me." She enunciates slowly, like she thinks you're stupid.
Your face heats. "Like masturbation?" You ask carefully.
Valeria rolls her eyes, ringed fingers tapping the wooden table impatiently. "Is there another way to interpret 'I want you to touch yourself for me' that I am not aware of?"
You sit stiffly with your hands politely folded in your lap.
"You want me to masturbate in front of you."
"Yes." She says with exasperation.
You furrow your brows at her, trying to come up with a reason as to why she'd want that. Your mind blanks. "Why?"
Valeria leans forward, eyes locked on yours. "Because I want you humiliated and leaking all over my desk."
Her words are brash and to the point. Sending heat across your face and to your lower regions.
"Right now?" You ask quietly. Looking around. The door behind you is closed but not locked. You picture yourself with your fingers deep inside of you, Valeria sitting there still as a statue, and someone barging in.
"Yes, now." Valeria says. "Take off your pants."
"... Will you kill me if I refuse?" You ask nervosuly.
Valeria's lips curl in disgust. "Killing someone for rejecting my advances is beneath me. I'll just have you fired."
That's not very ideal either but it does give you a choice.
Do you really care about your job enough to degrade yourself like this? You let your eyes wander over her toned and tattooed forearms, over the swell of her chest under that gray tank top. She's an evil bitch. An evil bitch coercing you into doing a sexual favour for her. It feels erotic in nature, as much as you hate to feel that way. Were you not attracted to her you'd say no and look for another job.
"Well?" Valeria raises a brow.
"Okay." You mutter reluctantly. Valeria's lips curl into a small smirk. She gestures for you to take a seat on her desk.
You hesitate before climbing up onto your knees and sitting. You wait for further instruction, but Valeria just stubbornly stares at you. You sigh and lean back, fumbling with your pants before sliding them off, not bothering to make it look nice. You're already giving her a show after all. You let them fall to the ground and begin to work on your underwear next.
"Slower." Valeria barks.
you swallow back an angry reply, slowing your movements. You peel your panties away from your body, embarrassed by the way they stick to your folds. You're surprised by how wet you already are. And a little ashamed.
You carefully set down your panties next you and spread your legs. Too aware of how visible you are. You feel a twinge of insecurity. You've had partners in the past, but not once have you been this exposed or scrutinized. You slowly trail your hand over your stomach. Slowly you push your fingers through your wet folds, gathering up slick onto your fingers. You prod around your entrance before rubbing circles around your clit.
Valeria makes no noise. Just sits there and watches. Honestly, her insulting you would make this experience less uncomfortable than her stony silence. You rub a little harder, hitting an angle that makes you arch your back with a gasp. Your fingers trail down once more, and you slip one inside of you experimentally. It slides in with ease and you slowly pump it inside of you.
Rusling fabric reaches your ears, and you tilt your head to see what it is. Just in time to watch Valeria discard her pants. You go still when you see her slip her hand beneath the elastic band of her panties. She meets your gaze with a scowl.
"I didn't say you could stop."
Quickly you resume. Valeria's heavy breathing sends heat through you, making your walls flutter with excitement. You moan a little louder, exaggerating it just a little for her. You buck against your own hand after adding a second finger. Sqeezing and pulling them deeper into your wetness.
Valeria matches your pace. Swiftly pounding into her cunt with her own fingers. Soaking her panties and the chair from the sight of you spread open on her desk. She can see the cloudy liquid of your arousal leaking around your fingers. Slowly dripping down onto the desk and collecting into a small puddle.
she curls her fingers, seeking that spot inside of her that makes her vision blur. Your moaning makes her inner walls pulse. Throbbing out with need. She stops, unable to take it anymore. Valeria wasn't planning on touching you, but she can't control herself. She stands and grabs you, forcing you onto your stomach. You blink in surprise, hand retreating from your pussy. She clumsily peels off her underwear and lifts one of your legs onto the desk, taking in the sight of your raw, puffy cunt.
Without hesitating she slots herself against you, sliding her folds into yours roughly. You gasp and whine, not complaining at all about the turn of events. This wasn't a part of the deal, but you don't care. Not while she's grinding into you and moaning in your ear. Her pace is fast and rough. Her hands grip onto your hips, aiding in her task. Your pussy throbs and weeps. Thick arousal leaking from you and dripping down your thigh, wetting her mound. she slams herself into you, grunting and panting. The loud slap of skin on skin almost drowns her out. Valeria reaches up and squeezes her breast painfully, adding to the stimulation. Something inside of you snaps. The pleasure and sensation becoming too much. You feel wetness rushing out of you. Each pulse sending more of it to the ground. You hear it audibly splash.
Valeria groans. Feeling it hit her legs. She trembles and sobs, feeling her own dam break. she doesn't stop or slow as she releases. Liquid squirts from her hole, soaking her legs and the floor, accumulates in her folds. she's left recklessly humping on you while the both of you cum. Making a mixed mess of arousal. Her legs shake and she finally falls still. Leaning on top of you, crushing you to the desk. Both you and Valeria can smell the aftermath. Covering your legs and the floor. Her warm breath hits your shoulder blade as the both of you catch your breath. She slowly pulls off you, the space between her thighs wet and slippery.
Your ass is left hanging off the desk, the consequences of your copulation running down your legs. She spreads you, watching your empty hole glisten and flutter.
"Consider your debt repaid." She says.
Your leg twitches. You're too fucked out to form a response. you think you may need to borrow money from her again sometime soon.
A/N: this fanfic is extremely short, but I just needed to write something about this fine woman.
Edging.
All that was heard were the muffled sounds of your gags and moans. Your quite expensive laced underwear shoved into your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin as you gagged on it. You could only guess how you looked right now half lidded eyes, spread legs as her hands were all over your pretty little body. Your tight cunt drips with arousal, begging to be touched.
It felt almost agonizing. As you could feel her touch all over your body, missing the place that needed to get touched on purpose. You couldn't even beg, 'thanks' to the underwear basically stuffed down your throat.
"Oh my, does the pathetic little slut want to get touched?"
Sarcasm was laced in her voice as she kneaded your soft breasts in her hands pinching your nipples just right but never enough. The stimulation felt so good, letting muffled moans be heard. You could almost call it torture.
Silent cries falling. You needed her. You needed her so bad.
But she thrived off of it—seeing you sob as your pussy ache. Just begging, to be touched, looking so pathetic in her eyes.
You could hear her hum into your ear pinching your nipple, breaking the sensitive skin. Causing you to cry out even louder, an amused snicker as your only answer.
You could feel droplets of your blood dribble down your skin as she held your plush thighs in her grasp, slowly lowering you onto the thick piece of silicone strapped to her body.
"Shh, shh, you can take it, mija."
Her little whispers just made you grow wetter. Your head leaning back onto her shoulder for stability as she slowly stretches you out. This was the biggest one yet and, oh how full you felt.
It didn't take long until she was snug, balls deep inside you (if she had them) earning another muffled whimper from you. A smirk grazed her oh so beautiful lips pressing them down onto your sensitive skin.
Your senses were heightened as you tried to move your hips in an attempt to feel her move inside you, but to no avail
"Hm? Is my little slut already so eager? How impatient.” She taunted, eyeing you.
A scoff left her mouth as she held you up by your chin forcing you to look at her with your mouth full and your pretty glossy eyes, the tears running down your cheek and dripping down onto your chest. Such a beautiful sight.
She rubbed your cheeks with a soft tender smile before she plunged right into you, gripping at your hips and moving them up and down so that you'd feel the entire strap rubbing your walls.
Eyes rolled back as you grinded your hips against hers, matching her rhythm.
With one hand she plunged you up and down her thick strap with the other she applied some pressure on your nipple. The pain mixed perfectly with the pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, feeling so fucking euphoric as she kissed and bit at your neck at the same time. It was so much, all at the same time. Your muffled moans only heard by the cruel woman who had your body there for her disposal whenever she needed it.
“Mmm, slut, you feel so good, you know that?” She growled, panting a bit harder.
One whisper came after another accompanied by her hips thrusting upward into your tight little hole, getting you closer and closer to the edge that you're just waiting to jump off of, but she wasn’t going to let you dive deep.
Oh, no, she was going to make you suffer, make you beg for the release you so desperately crave.
She knew you were close. She knew damn well what she was doing when she stopped thrusting upward and held your hips tightly in place, still buried deep in your cunt but unmoving. You wanted to beg so badly just beg her to move, but how could you as you were already gagged.
“Tsk so greedy.. are you nor even capable of waiting for a little while for your reward? Are you that desperate, hermosa?”
“Oh but I make you feel so good don’t I? Too bad you’re not getting to come tonight, filthy puta.”
Her degrading remarks only fueled your desire making you cry even louder as you desperately tried to move your hips but her grip on you was iron strong
So I was thinking about this for a while but, what if the reader is Valeria's ex wife that had been together for almost a decade (dating included) and as a result the 141 and Los Vaqueros basically come snooping around their house searching for answers and interrogates them, hoping that they would help but realizes that's it's a dead end because Valeria always shielded them from anything that she did.
Oooh interesting concept 😍
So interesting that I kind of didn’t know what to do. I wrote an outline, changed the ending, then changed the ending again. Little bit of a challenge but challenges are a good thing 🫶
Tags/Warnings: WLW, Violence, 141-Vaqueros Appearance, Very Minor Angst
Interrogation
Promising forever doesn't actually guarantee forever. Valeria has come to learn this. A thick bitterness has coated her heart in your absence. Eating away at the organ like an acidic parasite. It's been years since your divorce, but Valeria still misses you deeply. You took something from her when you left and she knows she'll never get it back. The worst part is, she can't even really blame you for leaving. For the majority of your long relationship she was dishonest about who she was and what she did. You eventually put the pieces together, even if the picture was never whole, and figured out she wasn't good. Valeria tried to spare you as many details as she could. Knowledge is power but ignorance is safety. To your credit, you had tried to make it work. However it proved to be too much for you. The danger, the lies, the late nights. You served her the papers and left soon after.
The divorce wasn't easy on you either. You spent just shy of ten years with Valeria. Building a life with her only to find she wasn't who she said she was. A house built on a weak foundation is doomed to collapse, and leaving her was one of the hardest things you've done but you couldn't stand it anymore. Couldn't stand wondering if she'd walk back through that door each night. The moral implications were eating at you as well. Whatever it was she was doing was bad enough for her to not tell you.
It's another lonely night in your apartment. The silence feels mocking. It's one of the rarer nights where you don't have music or the TV playing. Just you in your chair with a book you've already read. You struggle to focus. Having to reread the same paragraph twice because you're just not absorbing the words at hand. Leaving Valeria was the right thing, you tell yourself. But life is so... quiet without her. A heavy knock on the door interrupts your thoughts and you realise that you yet again didn't actually read anything. Sighing, you put the book down and get up. Your legs and back are sore from sitting in the same position for too long. You silently walk towards the door and peer out through the glazed window. Making out the shapes of men.
The sight makes your skin prickle, but you unlock the deadbolt - not the chain - and pull open your door, wincing as the hinges cry out in protest.
"Can I help you?" You ask quietly, brows pulled low. You see there are five men in total, all clad in military gear.
"Hello ma'am, mind if we come in for a few moments? We have a few questions for you." The blond one asks. There's something about his voice you don't like. Under that American accent is something smug and violent, like he's used to getting his way.
"Um... no thank you." You respond. Like hell you're letting five strange men into your home.
"It won't take long, it's about a woman." The one with the mohawk speaks. You're caught off guard because this one has a Scottish lilt to his voice. Looking closer, you see a little British flag sewn onto the chest of his vest. His friend beside him has one sewn onto his as well, contrasting with the light blue button up.
"No, sorry."
"Her name is Valeria Garza." He continues, looking you dead in the eyes. You stiffen at the name. Fearing the worst. Has she been caught? Is she dead? You're torn between slamming the door and letting them in.
The latter wins and you unlatch the chain, slowly pulling open the door to face them.
"... What about her?" You ask carefully.
"Why don't we come in to discuss this, huh?" The blond man pushes his way in before you can protest. Putting you off greatly. The others follow suit like sheep to their shepherd. The blond man looks around, eyes raking over your home. He turns that blue gaze back to you. "So, to my knowledge you were... close to Valeria."
"I... suppose so." You reply. Close isn't enough to describe what you had. A roaring forest fire that died out too quickly.
"You used to visit her often, back when she was still in the special forces." One of the other men pipes up. He has the saddest downturned eyes you've ever seen on a human, but his voice is firm.
Everyone is looking at you. You don't like their scrutiny. Like you did something wrong.
"...Yeah? So?" You internally facepalm at the defensiveness in your voice. These men are dogs and they'll pick up on it.
"Well, according to some official government documents, you two used to be married." The blond says. Smug, like he caught you in a lie. You have the strongest urge to punch him in the throat. Or maybe give him a new facial scar.
"We were married for a few years, yeah." You say. Voice strong because you're not ashamed or embarrassed. "We divorced a while ago though."
"Why?" The man leans forward, beady eyes narrowed.
You hesitate. "She never made any time for me." You say. That and you never actually knew her.
The blond looks over to one of the men at the back.
"Alejandro, you're familiar with Valeria and by extension her wife-"
"-Ex wife." You correct.
"-Help me out here."
The man, Alejandro, comes forward. Hands held onto his vest. His gaze is severe and alight with a distaste that makes your skin prickle. "What did Valeria do for a living?" He asks. The way he asks tells you he already knows.
"She ran a business."
"What kind of business?"
"I don't know."
He raises a thick brow. "You don't know?"
"No." You grit out. "I don't know, she never told me."
"And you didn't think to ask?"
You frown at him. Obviously you asked. Many times.
"Okay. I did ask. She wouldn't tell me." You snap. "Why are you bothering me about my ex-wife? I haven't even spoken to her in years."
The blond man shoulders past Alejandro. "So you didn't know about her connection to the cartel?" He asks.
"No-"
"You didn't know your wife was a narco?" He presses, drawing closer.
"No I didn't know-"
"You didn't think to question where her wealth came from? I bet the ring she got you was nice and pricey."
It was. A shiny, sturdy diamond ring. It makes you feel a little unwell that it might've been paid for with blood.
"I don't know anything." You growl. "Are you even allowed to do this? Barge into my home without a warrant? I think you need to leave."
"We're just trying to get all our facts straight." Alejandro replies. You focus your glare on him.
"Go get your facts from someone else. Leave." To your surprise, they do. They turn and walk right back out your door and you slam it behind them.
A few hours later there's another knock on your door. Setting your nerves on fire. You're still unsettled by the impromptu visit from those men. You get up from your spot at the table and check out the peephole, expecting to see them again. It's Valeria who is darkening your doorstep this time. A stony look set upon her features. You debate not opening the door. You don't really want to see her much either. However, you know Valeria and she knows you. She won't be leaving until she gets what she wants. The door creaks open, deadbolt and chain unlocked.
"What do you want?" You surprise yourself with the hostility. You are rattled by the men and they were only here because of her. Therefore, in your mind, she's to blame for you being unhappy.
"We need to talk." She says. Pushing past you and entering your home uninvited. Seems to be the trend this evening.
You close the door and turn to her, feeling annoyed.
"I think everything that needed to be said was said a long time ago."
"It's not about that." She stands in the hall menacingly, backlit by a lamp. "You had visitors today. What did they want?"
"Oh so you're stalking me now?" You snap.
"What did they want?" She repeats sharply. "What did you tell them?"
"I didn't tell them anything. I don't know anything because you never fucking told me!" You feel angry. More than that. All Valeria did was hide things from you and stress you out. Now she's waltzing into your home like you owe her anything.
Valeria turns away, trying to reel in her temper.
"I was protecting you." She grits out.
"Some good that did, huh?" You reply sardonically.
She glares at you. "Are you injured or in jail?" She scoffs. "No, I didn't think so."
"No but because of your actions I had five men force their way into my home and interrogate me about you, practically accusing me of working with you."
The room goes quiet.
"... I'm in the cartel." She says. You roll your eyes.
"Yeah, I guessed."
"No, I'm really in it. High ranking, powerful." Valeria says firmly. "While you were waiting up for me at home, I was killing people trafficking drugs."
A response dies on your tongue. In a way, you always knew. To hear her admit to it is both cathartic and devastating. "... Why are you telling me now?"
Valeria's frown softens into a more familiar look. "Because you deserve to know." She says. "Did they hurt you at all?"
"No." You reply. But you didn't exactly feel safe. "They were a little... intense. It upset me."
Valeria looks at you for a few moments then nods stiffly.
"Okay." Is all she says before she's gone again. Leaving a messy pile of conflicting feelings in her wake. You catch a whiff of her perfume as she passes by you, and it reminds you of late morning cuddled in bed. She's stuck to the same scent since you two met. Nine and a half years spent together and now you're strangers. Yet you know what her go to scent is, that she doesn't like lettuce, the exact shade of the pink she paints her nails, when she got her first tattoo. The story behind each and every scar. You shut the door, cutting her off from your view.
Alejandro steps outside for a quick smoke break. leaving behind the lights and the noise. As he lights his smoke he spots a figure, barely illuminated by the yellow lights spilling from the canteen. It starts walking towards him. The lack of a greeting unnerves him and he shifts his hand to rest on his holster.
"Nice night, eh?" He calls out. No response. The figure steps out of the dark and he stiffens at the sight of short dark hair and narrow features. He unholsters his pistol. What is she doing here?
She stops abruptly and looks at him. Distaste evident on her face.
"I'm all for playing your little cat and mouse game but leave my loved ones out of it."
He frowns at her. Sizing her up for any visible weapons. "This is about the visit we paid to your ex wife."
"You did more than visit." She replies dangerously. "Don't speak to her again. Don't bother her again. Don't even visualize her again. I will kill every single one of your men and women, and then I will go after their families."
"What are you-"
Alejandro doesn't get to finish his sentence as the canteen behind him explodes. The sound bursting his eardrums and sending him flying forward.
Beneath the ringing he's able to recognize confused shouting and pained screaming. A hand grabs ahold of his hair and yanks. Pulling loose a few strands. Valeria stares at him with absolute hatred.
"Our word is our worth, cowboy," She whispers. "so take my word for it."
Omg for the mentally ill girlies out there what would she do with such if we were to not talk about it at all, but it's clear that we're struggling? (If you're okay with this type of request ofc you can deny)
I love this request! As someone who also suffers in silence (But only Irl I think I'm pretty vocal online.) it would be so nice to have someone notice. And that's what fictional characters are for. To project all your feelings and problems onto.
Valeria With a Struggling Partner
Valeria def got some mental illness of her own, no hate but you can’t lead a cartel and have everything be normal inside your brain.
That being said, she’s low on empathy. She can feel it, but it’s sort of distant for her, and she doesn’t feel it for everyone. She can do a lot of what she does because she both doesn’t care, and because of cognitive dissonance. Her first instinct to seeing you struggle would be frustration. She struggles and she’s completely fine. But she also does feel a little bad for you.
We all struggle differently, but I’m going to assume there’s some physical consequences. Maybe you’re not doing great and you’re falling behind on hygiene. Or maybe you’re doing so poorly that one day you just stop getting out of bed. Either way, she won’t let you do that.
She would force you out of bed and into the shower. Maybe even shower with you to help. Ways your hair or body for you. She loves you and as frustrated as she is, she does want to help. Sometimes even the act of standing in the shower is daunting so she’ll let you sit down in the tub while she cleans you. She won’t pry, you get one “what happened, what’s wrong” and it’s up to you to tell her. If you don’t she won’t ask again.
She’d notice if you stopped participating in your hobbies. I feel like she’d try to force you to start doing them again. Ignoring your protests. It doesn’t matter if you’re tired or if it feels like a chore, doing something you like is better than rotting away in bed. She’ll even do them with you if she can.
She might be good at using her words to comfort you. It might not be genuine but the intent is what matters. And at the end of the day, she’ll just lay with you, skin to skin. An easy way of showing support for you in your time of need. She knows it’s not easy to talk about what’s happening inside of your head because sometimes there isn’t any real explanation. She hopes it’s enough for her to just be there for you.
Hello there!! I really love your work! Could I request some older! gf caitlyn with some subtle and soft dominance? Doesnt need to be nsfw [but won’t complain if it is ;))]
It could just be about how she acts with the reader when in public, at home, etc. [i.e: cooking for reader when they’re busy for exams, putting her hand on reader’s thighs when sitting in public, or big spooning reader when they head to bed.]
That’s all. Please remember to stay hydrated and take frequent breaks! Keep being you and don’t overwork yourself :)).
— 🐢
ꪆৎ HEAVEN, HEAVEN. c. kiramman
ʚɞ summary. subtle ways your older girlfriend caitlyn shows dominance towards you.
warnings. fem!reader. reader is in college. age gap (10 years or more). no use of y/n. modern au! where cait is an office worker. fluff. cait is a trade. in one headcanon there's a mention of curly hair (it's all for inclusivity and bias tbh—coming from a girl with curly hair). pet names ie: darling, love, baby, ect. smut nsfw. bottom!reader. dom!cait. hair pulling. mommy kink (reader calling cait mommy & cait calling herself mommy). squirting. cait had a bush. reader is a brat kinda. slight exhibition. fingering (r!receiving). orgasm denial. oral (c! receiving). strap (r!receiving). the strap is referred to as cait's cock. not proofread. wc. roughly 2k to 3k
an. thank you for the request, lovie! and i'm happy that you're enjoying my work ☺️ i decided to take this request and turn it into a headcanon format so i hope that's okay! you are too cute with your kind words and i hope you are taking care of yourself, drinking lots of water and eating yummy meals <3 i also decided to add some nsfw headcanons 🙈 so i hope you guys enjoy them. and for any of these headcanons i am willing to expand on them if you guys are interest :) remember to support your writers by reblogging !
࣪ ˖ SAFE FOR WORK.
straight away with caitlyn you notice her dominance. even before the two of you started dating and she was courting you, as she'd say when reminiscing with you or her friends on the early stages of you two, she exuded an air around her that nothing less than confidence, pride, and dominance. she's already tall at 6 foot, but her posture is always upright, her appearance sleek, and she reveled in maintaining eye contact. and before her you usually didn't find people who were overtly dominant attractive, but when it comes to caitlyn it's completely different, natural. it's the way she carry's herself and it rubs off on you.
the first subtle way of cait's dominance you noticed was her ability to make decisions. she's knows what she wants and how she wants it, and that's something you're relieved about, being too indecisive at times. so being able to let caitlyn reign free on decision making was something that gave you peace of mind. and it wasn't that she was a control freak (she kind of is, but that isn't the point), she helps level out the playing field when you're iffy.
"what would you like to eat for lunch, darling? my treat." she ask, clicking on her keys to unlock her car, taking the bag from off you shoulders to hold it in her hand.
"hm," breaking away from cait to walk around her car to the passenger seat, just before your slide in. "i don't really know." you cringe, you couldn't even count on your fingers how many times you've said this phrase in your relationship so far.
you hear caitlyn hum and the sound of her swinging open the back seat door and the shuffle of her setting your bag in the backseat before you enter your seat. she joins you in the driver's seat, clicking in her seat belt, her gaze settling upon you scrolling away on your phone. "would you like to eat out somewhere or pick up fast food and we can take it back to my place?"
your head darts up to look at your girlfriend, lips twisting up, thinking about your options. "i want something good."
that's earns a chuckle from cait, "i know that silly," her hand coming up to boop you on your noise, which caused you to scrunch it and giggle, swatting her hand away. "but what is exactly good?" she presses.
"well what do you think is good?"
"that wasn't the question."
you grumble, "you're so difficult."
"says you." she teases.
"'m always the one who picks. what would you like." you ask turning in your seat towards her as best as you can.
"i'm fine with whatever you'd like. you know that."
biting your lip you think about the choices she gave you earlier. "i think we should go back to your place."
"that's a start. do you have a taste for anything."
"i already answered that."
"darling." she sing songs in a tone similar to a warning.
she starts the engine, finally, and you immediately connect to the bluetooth.
"y'know we haven't had chinese in awhile." she proses, eyeing your expression from the corner of her eye.
"oh, that sounds really good actually."
cait perks up in the drivers seat, "you're usual?"
"yep!"
"alright," she stretches forward to twist the volume nob lower. "i'm going to call it in and we'll pick it up on the way home."
cait also does the general dominate things; like opening up doors of any kind for you when she can, interlocking your fingers when the two of you walk together, walking slightly in front of you at all times as well as guiding you. you secretly love it though when instead of guiding you through a crowd by being in front of you, you love it when she does it by standing behind you, a hand or both hands securely on your hips as she leads you forward from behind. she's also a firm believer of switching places when walking, on the street and you're near the road? she's switching with you. in the parking lot and your facing the intersections? she's using her hand on your lower back to guide you to be the closest near the parked cars.
she will also never let her girl look out of place, so she fixes anything that is "off" with your appearance. like fixing a certain stand of hair, taking that fallen eyelash off of your cheek and raising her finger with the piece of your fine hair on it in front of your lips so you could wish and blow it away, fixing your jacket so it's straight or the neckline of your shirt or dress, the straps of your bra will never be showing when you're wearing thin strapped items as long as caitlyn's around. holding your little compact mirror while you fix up your makeup or reapply your lipgloss. your necklaces will always be facing the correct way. picking off lint or stray hairs from your clothing. and she somehow always notices when your sneakers are starting to untie before your, pulling you aside so she can get on a knee and pat her propped up knee so you can place your foot there and allow her to tie your shoe, when she's done she pats your foot to let you know and she dust herself off before leaning down to give you a kiss.
when out in public she'll usually always keep one hand on you at all times. in a comforting way for the both of you, especially if the two of you will be around her friends or people her age. she knows you get antsy around them and there's anxiety about being the youngest in a room full of older people. so, there will always be a comforting arm wrapped around your waist or a hand in or lap or on your thigh.
you look around the room, there's people you've met before. caitlyn's friends and a few colleagues, but for the most part a majority of them are new faces. and you can't help but feel like everyone is looking at you.
you've never been insecure about being with caitlyn, yes she's older than you. but it's never stopped you from feeling head over heels for her and that feeling overpowers any doubt or insecurity you could ever have. it's the fact that it seems like you're the youngest in the room, there's nothing inherently bad about that. but everyone here is successful, and you're well. . . a college student working a job that has nothing to do with what you're going to school for.
a warm hand snaps you out of your thoughts. lifting your head, caitlyn's already looking at you with a soft expression. "you're shaking your leg, love."
"oh," looking down at the leg with cait's hand on it, still shaking. you stop it on command, focusing your gaze back on your girlfriend.
"are you okay?" she tilts her head, her eyebrows furrowing and the ponytail her blue hair is in swishes behind her, cute.
you give her a tight smile, nodding your head. "hm." you hope you're convincing enough.
caitlyn takes in a breath, breaking her gaze from you to look around the room. "y'know that woman over there went for the same major as you." she points out.
"really?" observing the woman who's talking with a few of their colleagues before turning your wide gaze back to your girlfriend.
"hm. she doesn't do work with it," she pauses, turning her head back to you with soft eyes. "but, what she does now is something she loves."
her hand smoothing up and your thigh, comforting you. "what i'm trying to say is that don't worry about your path right now being different from others around you." she reassures. reaching out to take a hand from your lap to take it in hers, bringing your hand to her lips and pressing a kiss.
flushing at her gesture, "thank you, cait." your voice small enough for only her to hear in the chatter of the room. your hand stays up near her lips and she presses a few more kisses, causing you to giggle.
"there she is." she muses.
you bring her hand holding yours down down into your lap to clasp her hand in between yours. leaning forward, a few inches from her face.
"kiss?"
caitlyn leans forward to meet your lips, not connecting them just yet. "any thing for my darling." she whispers against your lips.
it was also established pretty early that caitlyn is the big spoon in the relationship. she enjoys and you love it. caitlyn also finds it pretty cute whenever the two of you are laying anywhere whether it's the sofa or in bed that you turn your back to her and keep shifting until she notices your moving form, coming up to wrap herself around your backside. not really big spooning but caitlyn enjoys the feeling and pressure of your laying on top of her, always telling you how it grounds her whenever she pulls you along to the bed and flops you on top of her. but you never complain because you find it comforting too, the side of your head press against her soft chest, focusing on the steady rise and fall of it and the buh dumbs of her heartbeat, you usually fall asleep quickly like this.
older gf!caitlyn knows how draining it is to be in college. you get so focused on your education by sainting grades or completing assignments, not to mention the exams. so, she's always doing her best to help you out and make sure that you keep yourself in check rather that be mentally or physically. during hard times where you have midterms or finals or just back to back exams caitlyn will always tell you to not worry about picking up shifts at your job, she already knows you're overworking yourself by studying and doesn't want you to exhaust yourself further by working long hours. because she knows you and that if you could study then work a shift and study some more afterwards you would, but she knows that isn't healthy for you. so she always reassures you by saying that she'll support you financially for a little bit, transfer sums of money into you bank account for rent, bills, groceries, ect. it gives her peace of mind to know that she able to take a weight off your shoulders and provide for you. cait is also an insanely amazing cook and you always rave about her cooking, so she began taking a day out of her week every week to cook you some premade meals. she always comes stocked and ready on a weekend to your place with her tote full of meals to pile into your fridge. and during exam season it became pretty common for you to send time at hers for a few days. she does it to watch over you to make sure you're not running on fumes, but you like to think of her as a built in study buddy for reviews. during these days cait will come home from work to most likely find you at the dinning table studying, she'll kiss you on your forehead, and she'll head straight to the kitchen to cook dinner. as much as you dread exam season you don't dread spending this time with cait, there's just something so inherently domestic about cait providing for you. coming home and cooking dinner for the both of you, it makes your mind go numb. and it makes her feel successful when at night when she drags you to bed and for her to wake up to begin getting ready for work that you're still in bed soundly sleeping and that you didn't sneak off somewhere to study.
"dinner's ready." caitlyn chims, poking her head into the dinning room where you sit.
you lift your head up from your notes to eye her. sniffing the aroma around you. "chicken alfredo?"
"hm. you said something about craving it last week, so when i went shopping i picked up the ingredients."
"you're so sweet, cait." you hum, watching as she exits back into the kitchen. you prop your elbow up the table to rest your head in your hand, eyes flicking back down to your notes. you needed to understand—no—absorb this material into your brain for your exam coming up in a few days. listing off multiple curses within your head for taking this course and major and your professor for being a difficult teacher.
there's crinkling of sheets of paper around you. cait's suddenly bending across the table to organize the scattered papers in her hands. "c'mon, love. you can study a little more later."
fixing your gaze back up causing your eyebrows to raise, dumbfounded as you watched her. releasing your head from your hand to reach it out for the papers. "but—"
"but?" her tone is questioning and harsh. blue eyes narrowing at you.
"just a few more minutes, please, baby. i almost have this down."
you watching her graceful figure walk to the edge of the table where the rest of your materials lie and she places the stack down. she stands tall, placing a hand on her hips. "you can always study some more afterwards," she begins to walk over towards where you sit. "your notes aren't going to miraculously grow legs and run away, love. they'll be here." she assures. you blink and look back down at the notes in front of you, then back up at caitlyn. and for the first time you notice her attire, her hairs in a messy ponytail, still in her work attire but she's discarded her blouse and is only in her under tank top and slacks, she too has has had a long day.
"okay." you agree.
caitlyn smiles, showing off her toothy grin and her front gap you adore. she takes the material in front of you and places it with the rest.
"we're eating at the island. i have a sneaky feeling your cute bum has been sat on that chair all day." she teases.
you stand, bones cracking. your eyes shoot straight to look at cait, the both of you bursting into laughter. the noise proving her suspicions correct.
she sways back towards you, "come before the food gets cold." she muffles out, taming her laughter.
beelining to the kitchen island you sit back down, but now on a high top chair. lifting yourself up by your hands on the counter to eye the dish of chicken alfredo on the other side of the counter.
"looks s'yummy, cait."
"hope it is."
"always is" you correct.
watching as she stands on the other side, empty plate in hand with tongs in the other, dishing up some pasta and chicken.
"good?"
you eye the plate, "hm" you nod.
she heads behind her to the stove where steamed broccoli lies, piling some onto you plate. opening a drawer next to the stove, grabbing a fork and slamming it shut with her hip. she turns around and walks around the island. the clank of the plate landing on the counter, placing the fork down next to it.
"dig in, darling." pressing a kiss into your hair before going to fix her plate.
she takes care of you in softer domestic ways. such as taking off your makeup for you after a long day or a night out with friends. bathing you and carefully washing over you in the shower. washing your hair, even going as far to learn the type of products you use and buying spares for her place so she's always stocked if you happen to spend days at her place and it's a wash day. she even learns how to care for you hair type if you have curly hair, hearing you complain endlessly about the process of washing and styling it, so she'd take it upon herself to observe you and learn so that way she can help and maybe even completely take over the process to give your poor arms a break. a certain domestic thing she does is call her place home. not just her home but your home too. whenever you're spending the night and the two of you out she'll always say "alright, let's head home, love." at the end of it. and it never fails to make your heart skip a beat that she views her space as your guys's collective space. she makes it knows that she's ready for you to move in whenever you feel most comfortable, and the day that you announce that you're ready to live together she is beaming.
࣪ ˖ NOT SAFE FOR WORK.
a subtle way she asserts dominance is maintaining eye contact with you. she relishes in being able to make you flustered from simple eye contact, watching you get all fidgety and stumble over your words. but it's also her silent cue whenever you're acting out in public. a tilt of her head, dark gaze, heavy lids and a narrowed eyes will usually set you in place.
caitlyn knew a lot about herself before she met you, she kept a list of all things she liked and didn't like, and those things rarely changed. but what she didn't know is that she'd find being called mommy so attractive. she knows she can be assertive and demanding at times, always the one with the plan. she was even deemed the "mom friend" when she was younger, but not once in any of her other relationships had anyone called her mommy. and maybe it's because she's never dated anyone, before you, with a large age gap. but the first time the word escaped between your sweet lips it was when cait had you ass up with your head down, drooling into the pillow. she was fucking you at a particular angle with her cock that caused you to go dumb and roll your eyes out. you didn't even realize you muttered it out, you were too far gone, but of course caitlyn would hear it, she hears everything. her hips stilling. "what was that?" you barely heard her question, only worrying about the fact that she stopped fucking you, pressing your hips back to gain her attention to begin thrusting again. "please—mommy." oh. she liked that.
older gf!caitlyn expects nothing but the best behavior of her sweet darling. she finds it intolerable and disrespectful when you decide to be a brat and act out, and when you take it further and push her past her warnings? she's seething. but two can play that game.
cait lets out a laugh along with her friends. the two of you were where at this restaurant for hours now. you didn't mind your girlfriend's friends, you loved and enjoyed their company. but you didn't expect to be here for this long and it's getting antagonizing having to sit and pretend like your understanding anything any of them are saying, especially when cait looks like that, blue hair flowing down her back, dainty silver jewelry decorating her body, in that black silk dress the one with the modest (you don't think do) slit. you begged her to cancel the moment you saw her, but she persisted, and now you're suffering.
she's even been uptight today, shutting down your sly advances, saying something about acting out and wanting to enjoy a night with her friends in a long time when the two of you took a bathroom break. the bathroom break had backfired too, you prosed the question about going to the bathroom hoping she'd shuffle you into a stall and finger you, but that was a bust.
when you peak down to look at the time on your phone you catch something interesting from the corner of your eye. caitlyn's exposed thigh from the slit, her dress is bunched up a little at her waist so the amount of skin showing is more.
your nimble fingers trace down her thigh, smirking at the feel of goosebumps rising on her skin. settling your hand on her thigh, not too far low and not too high, just yet.
cait turns her head to peer down at the hand on her thigh, your pinky rubbing back and forth on the soft skin. then to your face, you flash her a smile and she does the same, pressing a quick peck to your lips before she turns her attention back to her friends. you feel as though a grey gloomy cloud was cast over you in that moment.
in a burst of inspiration you begin to inch your hand high, little by little until a few of your finger tips are dipping past the slit of that dress towards her clothed cunt.
her head instantly snaps towards you, eyes narrowed.
"what do you think you're doing?"
"i want to play." you shrug.
"and i told you not here."
"but i really want it," your gaze on caitlyn growing dark. "mommy." purring out the name so only the two of your could hear it
caitlyn's eyebrows raise in shock before they settle back down, turning her head to see her friends are still deep in conversation. her hand pulling yours from between her thighs. there isn't a harsh grip around your hand but it is tight, and with that hand she pulls you forward.
"fix your attitude and behave. maybe i'll think about touching you when we get back home."
you sit up straighter a grin forming on your face. nodding your head "m'kay." caitlyn squints her eyes at your sudden sudden change, releasing your hand.
a few moments pass by and you're already thinking of defying cait again. this time your hand finds her shoulder. you're bored so you begin to trace shapes on it, but then that gets boring so you start toying with her dress strap.
"stop that." her voice startles you.
you roll you eyes, confidently, because caitlyn isn't even looking at you.
"'m not even doing anything."
"yet." the pronunciation of the word is precise and harsh.
she turns back to you, "you're thinking of doing something. so i suggest before you do, that you don't."
"cait." you whine.
"what's going on with you, hm?"
"i told you."
"you're never this bad in public." that's true, but you've never had to wait this long for your girlfriend to touch you.
"you don't get it."
she eyes you. "no, i think i do," leaning forward her lips ghost yours. "seems as though i've spoiled you rotten which is causing you to act like a little slut in front of all my friends."
her voice dropped to an octive, enacting a reaction of chills down your body, wetness pooling between your thighs.
"be quiet or you won't cum for a week." she commands, pressing a kiss to your lips and refocusing herself.
"wha—"
suddenly caitlyn's hand dismisses the fabric of your skirt to between your thighs. fingers getting to work by rubbing at your clothes clit. you look up to see that cait now has her drink in her other hand, bringing it up to her lips to take a sip. her peripheral vision catching you and flicking her eyes to you, corking an eyebrow up at you.
as she is finished with her drink and sets it down her fingers push past your panties, spreading your legs a little wider to welcome her large hand. slow lazy circles on you clit was all you got for awhile, but it was enough to simmer your ache.
without warning cait bullies a finger into your sopping heat, causing you to let out a loud gasp. the entire table turning to you.
"are you okay?" one of her friends asks.
"yeah. you feeling alright, love?" her voice is laced in false concern. slipping another finger into your greedy cunt, observing your reaction.
you shuffle, looking around the table, then down at your empty plate. you can see cait's hand flexing as she pumps fingers in and out of you.
"uh— none of us has ordered dessert yet! it's not a dinner without dessert," you prose. "hm, right?"
the table agrees, and someone beckons the waiter over.
while everyone is occupied, caitlyn leans forward to your ear. "quick thinking, little one." she praises, watching as the waiter takes everyone's dessert orders. "order up, love."
"and what would you like?" the waiter asks.
biting down on your lip, hard. "hm, what's good?" there was an infliction on your voice from cait pressing her thumb against your clit as she fingers you.
"the molten lava cake is our most popular—"
you cut them off. "i'll take that!" a muffled moan escaped through your mouth, "hmm, sounds very delicious." hoping that saved yourself.
the waiter writes it down on their pad, turning their attention to caitlyn. "and for you ma'am?"
"oh, her and i will share." she confirms.
as the waiter walks off your head turns to cait, glossy eyes boring into her cold blue eyes. "cait—"
"i know" she shushes, she already knows you're close by the way you're desperate sucking her fingers back in. you're not sure if it's all in your head, but you swear cait fingering you underneath the table is causing the obscene squelches from your messy cunt to reverb and echo through the restaurant. to combat the noise you squeeze your thighs around cait's hand, but she persists.
flinging a hand down to grip at the hand between your thighs, you're so close that you don't even care if her friends caught on. not when her slender fingers that spot so deep within that only cait can reach.
just as you legs begin to shake uncontrollably, caitlyn whips her fingers from you needy cunt and between your thighs. grabbing the cloth napkin to wipe off your juices from her fingers, an icy glare is sent your way as she sets it back down, one that tells you everything.
brats don't get to cum.
going back to spooning with caitlyn, she also loves to place you in her lap while the two of you watch tv. your head in the crook of her shoulder and a hand of hers in your hair, playing with it. until suddenly when she was innocently twirling a piece of your hair you'll feel a tug at it, causing you to gasp unexpectedly. or she'll get straight to it, so a her hand will find its way on the nape of your neck, slim fingers threading themselves through the underside of your hair before she yanks, now this will cause you to moan out, head falling back so she's cradling it in her hand. wet lips finding their way to your exposed neck, kissing and nipping away at the sensitive skin. you'll whine out, only for cait to shh you, "let me have my fun, love."
there's something intoxicating about you being naked while caitlyn is completely clothed. the contrast between your crumbling figure and her composure. she also loves seeing how your sensitive body reacts to the feeling of her clothes on your body. her favorite is to press her clothed chest to your bare one while the two of you are messily making out, your nipples immediately hardening. even the way she can feel your slick soaking through her slack covered thigh, tainting the material. it drives her insane when she makes you squirt, your juices all over her button up making the material darker.
when you're particularly needy and need something to shut you up she'll shove a few fingers in your mouth, watching the way your eyelids drop and you focus on sucking on her fingers. on other occasions she'll order you on your knees, grabbing a cushion for them. and she'll strip slowly and teasingly for you.
you watch her hips sway, raking in her naked body. her blue bush in your face and you feel drool pool into your mouth, gulping. a hand comes to your chin, pushing your head up to look up at her.
"you've been needy," she begins. "but, you've also been good. so i was thinking of putting your neediness to use, i want your mouth."
nodding your head aggressively, eyes dropping back down.
"words."
a hand still on your chin tips your head, peering up with wide doe eyes, cait's expression is cold as she stands over you. "yes, use me mommy, please."
her face relaxes and she smiles down at you, "good girl." your chin is released and her hand smooths over the back of your head, pushing it forward.
taking her clit in your mouth, you moan into her. lapping her up, you free your hands from your lap, placing them on her hips to burry yourself further between her pretty thighs. eyes fluttering shut, savoring the taste of the woman standing above you.
"ah, that's it. s'good." cait's noises of pleasure sounds like music to your ears. opening your eyes to view up her body, she truly is a stallion. her eyes are shut, her shirt long discarded on the floor as she toys with one of her breast, her hand still on your head keeping you pressed up close to her, and her mouth is agape.
your wet muscle working away at her, gliding through her sticky folds. slurping up all her arousal, not wasting a drop.
"so—" she begins. but gasp when you take her clit and suck on it. "shit. so," she gasp again, "so eager to please."
nodding into her, not wanting to let up. releasing a moan into her, causing the grasp in your hair to tighten.
"c'mon, love. make me cum," doe eyes staring back into her drowsy eyes as she lazily talks. "make mommy cum."
caitlyn addressing herself as mommy made you clench your thighs, the ache between your thighs becoming very apparent.
your pushed so far into her that your nose is up against her bush, her scent only enhancing your eagerness.
cait begin to slightly rock back and forth in your mouth maneuvering your head so she's practical long dragging her cunt against your face. your finger nails grip into her hips, adding to her movements. her juices dripping down your chin to dip down your neck.
"fuck!" she yelps, her sweet release washing over her shuttering body and you quickly slurp it up.
the grip in your hair releases. when your satisfied you let up, but quickly you place a kiss upon cait's clit, letting up with a mwah. a shiny sheen covering the bottom half of your face, even the tip of your nose.
cait's hand finds it's way on your face once again, but it cradles you jaw this time, thumb swiping over your plump, slick cover lips.
"my baby always knows how to care of me, doesn't she?" she purs, droopy eyes sparkling down at you with a dazzling smile to match.
whenever cait is strapping you she prefers to be gentle with you. it'll take a lot of begging and or pressing your luck to get her to be really rough with you (like the first time you ever called her mommy). she also just prefers it. she likes taking it slow with you whenever she fucks you with her cock, in missionary so she's able to see your twisted up face from pleasure. she's also just a plain sucker for intimacy, the two of you so close that you're not even sharing space the space you two take up is its own completely new thing. everything of the outside world just washes away, and she gets to focus on you and only you. she loves being able to look you in your eye and dip her head in the crook of your neck to litter kisses and love bites across it and down your collarbones to your tits. and she really loves when you cum, your back arching off the bed your chest pressing further into hers, your head falling back, mouth agape and releasing pretty moans and whines of your climax, even your toes curling and uncurling. she eats it up. she loves it. she loves you.
Hiii, so I have a request, would it be possible to make a story where Valeria is the evil queen in her kingdom but her fiancée is the sweetest person in the kingdom? Also I love your work, keep it up, kisses, kisses ❤️💋
Hiii!
Before I even started writing fanfiction for Valeria, I wanted to write something like a royal/regency AU! I never got around to it because I never knew what to do. This was fun and definitely more challenging then what I usually do thanks :3
Also thank you lots XX
Tags/Warnings: WLW, Royal!AU, Implied Time Period Misogyny (But Not A Lot.), Implied Time Period Homophobia (Barely), Wedding
Blue Blooded
Valeria is as cold and cruel as the unforgiving north. She's led her own army to many different battles over the course of her twenty-year reign. Uncommon for rulers and even less common for women. She caused quite the stir, many believing women were too delicate and weak for war. Valeria's name quickly became known and feared. Reina de la Muerte. She leaves a trail of bodies wherever she goes. The treatment of her servants is poor, and the treatment of her subjects is worse. She rejoices in the fear induces.
One of the duties of a ruler is to produce an heir. Her advisors have been pestering her about finding a husband since she was coronated at seventeen. Something they quickly learned to stop doing. Her patience for men has always been low. Not once has she ever looked at one and felt any sort of connection. Valeria knew it was likely that she never would. Not when she only felt something when looking at another woman.
You were nothing more than a peasant. With a family who owned a failing farm. Cruelty breeds cruelty. Valeria's subjects have been forced into selfishness to survive. There's very little room for empathy when you're one day of work away from starvation. And yet, there you were. Dancing and laughing with a pack of filthy children. Despite the dullness to your skin and hair, you almost seemed to glow. Like there was a light inside of you strong enough to dispel the darkness Valeria had cast over the land. You were the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. It wasn't a one-time moment. Valeria had never noticed you before but one she did it's like she couldn't ever not see you. Using what little precious coins you have to buy food for the erratic beggar. Offering casual conversation to the local hag. Showing love to the mange-ridden strays prowling the cobble streets.
when Valeria was fourteen, her father had tried to set her up with princes of neighboring kingdoms. A political move to bring peace and potential allyship. Valeria fought tooth and nail. Refusing to even meet with the men. How she hated these traditions. Why should anyone but her decide who she marries? And yet, she found herself darkening your doorstep, nonetheless. Armed guards at her back. Your home was hardly more than a shack. Thatch roof coming loose at the ends and the smell of rot in the wood. The soil on your land was barren. Only cacti and weeds able to grow. A few sickly chickens ran loose around. Your father had answered the door, eyes yellowed from having one too many a drink. Asking for your hand in marriage was met with little resistance. His only trifle being that you were both women. Even that trepidation of course, was only told to her through his body language. Only the most stupidest of people would be willing to challenge the wants of Valeria.
Though with her reputation and promises of a handsome dowry... it didn't take long to get his agreement. Not that it would have mattered. Valeria would have burned down your little farm down and taken you anyway.
The night sky is clear. A dark, inky, endless void. An infinity of stars stretches across its expanse. It's only a week until your wedding and with every day Valeria spends you, she only becomes more enamored. Valeria gently grasps your left hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. There is no escort to keep watch over you two in the castle gardens. Just another rule and tradition Valeria has stomped on and discarded like nothing.
"You look lovely in the moonlight." She murmurs. you blink and look away nervously. You're as timid as a wood mouse. Something that both endears and irritates Valeria. She wants you to be comfortable. To bare your teeth in an uncontrolled smile, she longs to know what your laugh sounds like.
"Thank you."
She sighs. Lowering her hand and yours into her lap. Her thumb brushes over the back of your hand.
"Tell me how you feel about the wedding." She says.
"I am looking forward to it." You reply politely. A cool breeze blows through the area, disturbing her dark hair.
"No," Valeria shakes her head. "be honest with me. Tell me how you feel about the wedding." She demands softly.
Valeria watches you hesitate, trying to decipher if this is a trap or not. That you'll suffer harsh consequences for your honesty. Valeria isn't playing mind games with you, nor will she punish you. There is no wrong answer. Just a lovestruck woman desperate to know her fiancée's true feelings.
"I'm... anxious." You admit, not looking at her. Your free hand picks up a stray leaf, moving your thumb over the lines and groves.
"And me? What are your feelings around me?" She asks quietly. Valeria is no fool. She knows you don't really love her yet. That you're wary of her.
"... I'm not sure how I feel about you." You sigh. Letting go of the leaf. It flutters to the ground. You raise your gaze and meet her eyes. "When I came home, and my father told me of my betrothment to you I cried. You are cruel and unjust."
All things true, Valeria knows. She even prides herself on it, but hearing you say it doesn't make her feel as good about it. Your eyes dart across her face, searching for any sign of anger. When you find none, you continue.
"I thought I may faint when you asked to meet for the first time. I was dreading it." You murmur. "But then you weren't like anything I expected."
"I am exactly like how you expected." She counters gently. Giving your hand a small squeeze. "I am mean, and selfish, and bad. Everything said about me is true and I regret nothing. But I promise you this, I will be none of those things to you."
Your eyes seem to dim in disappointment. You had assumed that perhaps she was misunderstood. Valeria hates to disappointment you, but she won't hide what she is. A monster in royal robes.
"Oh."
"You're as precious as the crown." Valeria whispers. "An angel in the flesh. It's rare to meet someone not turned bitter by their circumstances. My - our - subjects will love you."
"But they don't love you." You reply. Frowning.
"I don't need their love, but they need yours." She sighs. She needs it too. Something that will soften her sharp edges.
Valeria sighs and leans towards you. Resting her forehead on your shoulder. For a second, she's a child again, not yet corrupted by her own cruelty. Like that inherit goodness inside of you is contagious.
Valeria seldom feels nervous, but waiting at the altar in her wedding gown, she can feel her palms growing clammy. Eyes are locked onto Valeria while she waits for her bride to be walked down the aisle. Subjects who silently disagree with how everything is progressing but hold no power to speak out. You and your father round the corner. Your extravagant white dress trailing behind you, an intricate lace veil hiding your face from view. The sight makes her heart swell. Your father walks you up to the altar and hands you off to Valeria. signifying the beginning of your new life.
Valeria takes your hands, catching the barest of glimpses of your face beneath the veil.
"We are gathered here today in the royal unification of these two individuals." The officiant begins. "Repeat these words after me before the lord, 'I promise to love you always, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you until death.'" You and Valeria both repeat his words. Valeria with a little more enthusiasm. You two say your 'I do's'. "Then by the power invested in me, I pronounce you... wife and... wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Without hesitation Valeria lifts your veil. Your eyes glint in the light. She grabs ahold of your face with all the gentleness she can muster and brings her lips to yours. Finally tasting you for the first time. Your lips are soft, moulding to hers with ease. The kiss is short lived, but it won't be the last. Valeria pulls away and smiles. Something small and genuine, reserved only for you. To her surprise, your lips twitch up ever so slightly. Returning that sweet smile for a moment. The public crowd rises and gives their reluctant cheers. A few sounding more genuine than the others. Perhaps hoping that your kind nature rubs off on her.
summary: You're working as KorTac's reserve medic on an assignment in Mexico, leading you to a "nameless" woman.
You don't know her name. You don't know what she's done and who she's killed. All you do know is that she is very dangerous, very powerful, and you're going to have to do surgery on her. In a bikini. No pressure!
Prior context if you haven't read the prior installments: Reader is König's long-lost half sister. Code name Prinzessin (Sinn for short). Recently graduated from Med school. There is more, but it's not relevant to this specific fic so I'll leave it unspoiled in case you end up reading the series.
For people who have been following the series, Ghost x Reader is still endgame, but they aren't together yet and I think Reader's life shouldn't solely revolve around him. Plus she's going to go through the wringer later, so let her have some fun now.
And in case it's not obvious, since this is in second person and you don't know Valeria's real name, you know her as Bravo-Three for most of this fic.
originally posted on ao3 (wordcount: 2.2k)
Rating: E
Relationships: Valeria Garza x Reader
Ao3 Tags: Improper Medical Procedure / Cunnilingus / Flirting / One Night Stands / (though actually more like a two night stand)
this is a part of a series
Many thanks to @xstanceh3x for beta-ing!
Technically, this was a work trip.
Only technically.
In everything but name, this was a reward. Your reward for graduating with flying colors: a trip to Mexico.
Now, technically, you were a reserve medic for König, Horangi, and their allies. But you weren’t working in the field—not yet at least. Instead of being in the thick of the action, you were nicely holed away in the villa of their contractor. Not half-bad.
Hell, so long as no one got hurt, it was a free vacation.
So of course midway through your pool lounging, your radio crackled with Horangi’s voice.
“Sinn, are you there? Over.”
“Loud and clear. Over”
“Bravo-Three got hit, I’m taking her to you.”
“How bad is it?”
“Stable, but needs immediate care. I could try taking the bullet out myself, but I figure your stitches will leave the smallest scars.”
“I’m not afraid of another cicatriz,” an accented voice drawled out. Bravo-Three. You didn’t know her name—it was redacted from the files assigned to you—but you knew her face. You’d been briefly introduced when you arrived at the house—her house. The files didn’t say it, but your brother privately divulged that she was the one bankrolling this entire operation.
She was beautiful, stunning in a way that kinda made you forget everything for a second (just enough time for her to gut you). She had a quiet confidence to her. If you looked close you noticed that, while lacking the bulk of her male compatriots, her frame was bound with muscle. Not that you’ve been staring at her, of course.
Horangi made good time. You were barely able to get out your equipment before the elevator dinged.
Shit, you didn’t even have time to change. You hastily slapped on a mask and gloves. A bikini may be impractical, but so long as it was paired with other PPE, it wasn’t the end of the world.
Horangi stumbled in, Bravo-Three leaning on him. He gently deposited her on the sofa. Her forehead was slick with sweat, messing up her normally immaculate hair.
“This is your medic?” Bravo-Three sneered through gritted teeth.
“Graduated top of her class,” Horangi reassured.
You smiled at her, “I would offer my hand, but I think it’s best for the both of us that these gloves remain sterilized.”
Bravo-Three’s eyes traced your attire with an unimpressed eyebrow but an appreciative gaze.
“I see you have proper scrubs on.”
“Well you did catch me a little off guard.”
“You should be better,” Bravo-Three reprimanded. “This is a job, not a vacation.”
Her tone was firm, but she was not being nearly as harsh as she could be. You remembered overhearing her dress down a subordinate last night (something about some “product” being missing, you weren’t sure, you didn’t speak Spanish). It’d been terrifying (and a little exhilarating). Bravo-Three could be very cruel and very scary when she wanted to be. This was neither. Maybe she had a soft spot for you. Or maybe she was just taking pity on you (or the piss).
“If you want me to change, I’ll change. But I would rather treat this wound immediately.”
“Fine,” the woman relented, a shark’s smile emerging on her face. “At least it’s a nice view.”
You couldn’t stop your blush. You know she saw.
She takes the bullet extraction like a champ, barely wincing as the forceps pull the metal out. It lands onto the living room ashtray with what feels like a deafening clatter.
Changing your gloves, you allow yourself to breathe. Step one down.
Antiseptic in hand, you cleaned her wound before beginning to suture. Even though you were scared out of your mind, your hands didn’t shake. You were too well-trained and practiced for that. Still, your anxiety was noticeable.
“You’re nervous,” Bravo-Three all but purred.
“You’re kinda a big deal. I wouldn’t want to screw it up.”
“I already told you, I’m no stranger to scars chula. No matter how big or small it ends up being, it will be in good company. As long as it heals, all is good.”
She pulled the neckline of her tank top down to give you a visual demonstration. You paused your work to look up and scold her for moving, only to be struck dumb by the sight of bare skin.
Tattoos and scars crisscrossed over her tanned skin. She still had her sports bra on—just as clothed as she would be in the gym—but something about this felt incredibly intimate. Maybe it was the way her dark eyes stared into your soul.
You bit your lip, forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand.
“Just don’t take it out on my brother and Horangi. No matter what happens, pay them in full.”
“Don’t worry, I keep my promises. How did you know, I’m—”
“Your body armor. It’s the good stuff.” A half-truth. You weren’t going to rat on your brother, and her body armor was expensive (your time at the KorTac base taught you that operators had THOUGHTS on armor brands and styles). “Done.”
She looked down at your handiwork.
“Not bad… Princesa, isn’t it?”
Your call sign rolled off her tongue in a way that made you shiver.
“Yes.”
“Nice, very nice.” The woman leant in. She looked even prettier up close. “You know, I don’t like being indebted. I ought to repay you.”
“You don’t need to do that,” your voice was breathless. “Just doing my job.”
“Let me thank you.” Her hand found its way to your waistband. It rested there like a promise. “Would you like me to show my gratitude?”
Want thrummed through you, but your tongue refused to comply—still shellshocked that someone like her would want you. You settled for a nod.
The woman sank to the ground.
You still didn’t know her name. You didn’t know what she’d done and who she’d killed. All you did know was the following three things:
She was dangerous. She was powerful. And she was on her knees for you, wanting to make you feel good.
She parted your legs with one hand, untying your bikini string with the other.
Her touch was gentle but firm. She had a job to do, she knew how to execute it, and she was damn well going to see it through.
You hated to interrupt her but, “Wait, what should I call you?”
“What do you know me as?”
“Bravo-Three.”
“And nothing else?"
“I’ve heard… whispers,” you conceded.
Bravo-Three looked up at you, intrigue now mixed with her lust. “Yes?”
“That you’re known as… the nameless one? I don’t know. I don’t speak Spanish. Either way it doesn’t really roll off the tongue, especially in the heat of… the moment.”
The woman thought about it for a moment, before deciding: “You can call me V.”
“V,” you tested the name on your lips. Clearly another pseudonym, but you didn’t mind that. It was yours to use for, yours alone.
You had only one more request before you surrendered yourself completely.
“V, please don’t tear your stitches.”
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She started with soft, little licks. Exploring the way your body reacted. Learning what made your breath hitch and insides clench. She didn’t want to break you, not yet at least.
As she began to get a feel for you and the way you… tick, her movements increased in both speed and confidence. You always prided yourself on being able to keep your mouth shut, but V had this… unpredictability to her that allowed her to pull moans and gasps and other little sounds from you with embarrassing ease.
The noise seemed to embolden her. But you know what they say about cockiness.
She’s skilled. Obviously. Undeniably talented and experienced. But slightly and frustratingly off target.
She’s so damn close to where you need her, but ever so off.
“Harder,” you moaned out.
V’s tongue didn't move.
But after you add a desperate “Please”, her lips do.
With a jolt you realized that she was smirking. She knew damn well what you needed and was pointedly refusing.
You couldn’t help but let a groan of frustration slip out.
Fine. Guess you have to do it yourself.
You began grinding your hips, rocking her tongue into your cunt, riding her face .
V paused her gloating for a moment, reveling in your movements.
She made a muffled noise. It rumbled against your lips, tantalizing vibrations that only brought you closer to the edge. A laugh, you realized.
Teasing you was fun, but she’d had her fill of it.
Lifting you with ease, she pinned you against the wall—tongue still buried in you. Safely against something sturdy, she started writhing her tongue like a woman crazed. It’s intense, setting every nerve of yours ablaze. Scrambling, practically getting fucked silly, you reach for something— anything to steady yourself. Your hand winds up tangled in V’s beautiful locks, much to her apparent delight.
In the end it’s her canine—not biting, but instead—grazing against your clit that does you in. The shock of cool enamel, the reminder of danger, of the sharp teeth hidden in her plush mouth… your brain went numb.
Your head snapped back and for a second everything was blinding white. For a second you didn’t feel the wall behind you, or V’s grip on your waist, or her arms holding you up. All your body could even comprehend was euphoria.
When you finally came to, it’s to those same goddamn teeth, smiling at you through lips covered in your slick.
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You do end up having to redo her stitches. V has enough self control that they remained intact while she went down on you, but when you returned the favor she got… carried away. Arched a little too quickly and they reopened. When you said you wanted her gushing, that wasn’t what you meant.
“It’s a compliment, cariño,“ she reassured as you fixed her up again.
“Yeah, yeah.”
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“Well done, the wire transfer should process in two to three business days.”
“That’s good to hear.” Even though your absence perturbed Horangi, the fact that El Sin Nombre was walking around and discussing financial details—relaxed and fully stitched—was a good sign. “How did Sinn do?”
“Nicely. She’s very good with hands. Talented.”
He didn’t like the smug smile plastered on Valeria’s face.
“Where’s she now?”
“Resting. She worked hard. Very hard.”
Horangi thought about it for a moment before deciding, “I don’t need to know the details as long as she’s safe and on the flight home tomorrow.”
Valeria rolled her eyes.
“Yes sir.”
Her words held neither ire nor deference.
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You woke up to V’s voice. You groggily opened your eyes to find her on a phone call. Even though she didn’t seem angry with the caller, her voice was sharper than it ever was with you. This was business. Talking in rapid fire Spanish, you didn’t understand a lick of what she was saying—and judging from her ease at discussing such sensitive information with you present, she knew it.
You sat up, eyes still half lidded. At the sight of motion from you, V hung up, redirecting her full attention to you.
“Looks like someone’s a dormilona.” You groaned in response. “There’s some breakfast in the fridge.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You had quite the appetite yesterday.”
“That’s not…” you began to nod off before a gentle nudge from V woke you up once more.
“Come on, I know something that’ll wake you up.”
She ends up leading you downstairs, dressed in her pajamas, still half asleep. You two wind up at a door. V barked something at the guards down the hall. After getting acknowledgement from them, she opened it and flicked on the lights. Blinking away, your eyes adjusted to the brightness revealing a private shooting range.
“What are—”
“I’m not a very popular woman. I have enemies, enemies who’d like to hurt me through any means possible. Even if I never see you again, you’re still in danger. I would like to ensure you can defend yourself.”
“You do care.”
“You have such a pretty face. I’d hate to see it ruined. Can you shoot?”
“Long distance yeah, close range no.”
Her eyebrow leapt.
“How’d that happen?”
“Sniping is a family tradition. Plus the boys aren’t the biggest fan of the idea of me being in close combat.”
“With a chica like you, it’s a matter of when, not if that will happen. You know how to load a gun?”
You demonstrated for her. She tsked.
“Needs to be faster. While you’re fumbling for a round, someone else will have unloaded one into you. But speed only comes with practice, which we have no time for right now. Though when you get home… Anyway, let’s see what you can do.”
You tried your best to get into position. The handgun’s weight felt so unfamiliar, center of gravity completely different.
“This isn’t sniping. You can’t wait for the perfect shot to align. You need to make do. Your enemies already see you. You won’t be giving your position away.”
Her hands made their way to you. One landed on your waist, the other on your shoulder. After she noticed that “Dios you’re stiff,” she let her lips rest in the crook of your neck, accompanied by a simple order: “Relax.”
BANG
Even with noise protection, the gunshot and its recoil were more than enough to wake you up.
“Not bad, cariño. Again. Faster.”
Several rounds later V declared, “I think that’s enough for today. You have a flight to catch. And you should probably shower, I don’t know how your brother would react to you coming home smelling of me.”
You smiled at her from under your eyelashes, “All by my lonesome?”V chuckled, “Eres una chica muy traviesa, ¿lo sabías?”
OMG THE MESSY PONYTAIL WAS SO HOT. imagine Caitlyn going down on you and tugging on that damn ponytail whilst she does…
nsfw 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 "stop squirming." her voice, the smooth and prominent accent pricks your ears and sends a rush of heat down your body, as usual. caitlyn knew that all too well, how you always seemed to zone out a little when she would ramble about a new case.
her authority over you and your body makes you shiver, a whimper slipping from your mouth as her hands splay on your abdomen to hold you down against her bed, the silk sheets feeling cold against your heated skin.
she still had half of her uniform on, her dark blue hair pulled into a messy, loose ponytail with strands framing her face. as the war grew nearer, she stopped trying to achieve complete perfection (not that she needed to try)— but you didn't mind one bit.
she presses an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, her tongue flicking slightly to tease you a little. her blue eyes flicker up to your face as she feels your stomach tense and flex under her hands, she watches your expressions as her tongue circles your clit slowly.
your breathing stutters, head falling back against the pillows as pleasure knots in your lower stomach. she hums softly against you, messily making out with your pussy.
one thing about caitlyn, she eats to please. not to get you off or make you cum as quick as possible— she takes her time, holds you down when your hips start thrashing or grinding and scolds you for getting impatient.
she licks over you and sucks your clit into her mouth, one of her hands sliding down to keep your thigh pinned to the bed. your eyes roll as she focuses on the bud of nerves, giving you direct and intense pleasure that floods your body.
your fingers weave into her hair, more loose strands falling out around her face before gently wrapping around her pony tail, tugging a little when her tongue rolls over a particularly sensitive edge. "caitlyn..."
she moves her mouth to your thighs, ignoring your whines of protest as her teeth nip at your skin. "be patient."
"please..." you huff, messing up her pony tail more as you pull gently, trying to guide her back to your achey pussy.
but she doesn't comply, never does. and you're left helplessly waiting, getting wetter with every kiss pressed to your thighs and hips.
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