#kortac operators

[cod-dump]

Horangi: I've been seeing you around quite a bit. Who are you again?

Gaz: Oh, I'm-

Roze, quickly: He's the colonel's new top

Gaz: HEY-

Horangi: TOP? I KNEW HE WAS A BOTTOM

Fender, from the other room: IT'S SO OBVIOUS

Horangi: Hold on- I need to write something real quick- Oh my god I can't- *quickly leaves*

Gaz: ... what just happened?

[blingblong55]

it was who?- König

Talking to his imaginary camera, in his imaginary interview..

König: All the other children said I was too shy, so I was always made to sit outside

König: and then one day, somebody burned down the school

König: .......and that person....

König: ...was me.....

[lunarw0rks]

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

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

MAKING MESSES | VALERIA GARZA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a toy being used on a toy <3

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

[madammidnightsblog]

What if call of duty + how they are in bed brainrot part 3 with Kleo, nova, stiletto, etc 🤔 just a theory hmmmmm

Warning: talks of sex Also, sorry for the long ass silence from me. Been stuck in a loop of being unmotivated and in a noisy ass house, so writing was a pain in the ass, so I wasn’t able to get shit done. But here ya go, enjoy my love for KorTac and the others!

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Izzy

Izzy loves nothing more than to test limits and push your patience until there’s none just for you to force her onto her knees and take complete control over her, nothing is better than raw power to her. She loves being reminded of her place in your life as she’s often forgotten about, wanting to be reminded that she’s someone worth your time. Needing to know that she’s the one that has your heart and makes you feel something special.  But that doesn’t mean that she wants you to be gentle with her - be mean, make her cry, pull her hair, and slap her. She wants sex to be as messy and mean as possible, it makes her feel alive and nothing is better than feeling the rush of the pain that turns into pleasure. 

Izzy also wants you to love her whole heartily, not once looking back at those that came before her so she will try and live past your expectations. Your ex never squirted? Well, she can make it gush like a fountain. Your ex didn’t go down on you? She lives to have her face buried between soft thighs. She will make sure you never once think of your ex and remind you all the reasons you’re with her. But do not forget the punishments! Izzy wants nothing more than your full attention so expect her to be a brat and fight you over every little thing. And it’s all just to get you to try and dominate her, so she has spent more time over your knee and in a chastity belt than she has on her knees.

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“Fender” Takacs

Now if you’re into a slow and romantic kind of sex, then Fender is your kind of man. He loves to live fast and go out with a bang any day of the week but once behind the bedroom door, he wants to take his time and savor every bit of it. Every moan and whine is swallowed with kisses, whispers in Hungarian, and bodies tangled in the silk sheets is the kind of love he makes with you. He wants something real, something that lasts. Something he can remember when he’s off in the field and missing you. Fender just wants a reason to live every day to the fullest and it usually starts with the memories under the blanket.

Fender is a simple man when it comes to sex. He’s not really kinky and doesn’t have anything wild he’s into, but he definitely likes bondage and blindfolds as they just feel so right. Having your vision taken away for the moment, letting you feel every shape he traces into your skin and hear every whisper of the fabric when he shifts along the bed. Making your breath hitch and your body throb for more - it’s all he desires along with hearing his name leave your beautiful lips. Give him a reason to live and you will forever be his home.

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Darnell “Hutch” Hutchinson

Hutch is a big muncher; there is no way this man would pass up the chance to bury his face between thighs. Tongue messily lapping at your sweet nectar and his nose pressed firmly against your cute little clit, pulling those sweet noises out of you as your legs are up to your tummy. Hutch will do anything to eat you out even if you don’t return the favor as eating you out alone is a reward for him. He can come at your taste alone so never worry about anything being unfair for him.

But outside eating you like the five-course meal you are, Hutch is someone that doesn’t necessarily need roles to have sex and not really into playing roles. He finds them to be a bother and unnecessary as he is more worried about you both cumming until you cannot. So, if you want to be on top, then give him a clear sign or he will simply just push you onto your back. He’s not a bully in or out of the sheets, he’s a big sweetheart and could never hurt you so do not expect any wild and rough sex out of nowhere. Just always communicate your desires and he will be more than happy to make your fantasy happen.

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Calisto Allard

Calisto as you know from my previous work, she’s a submissive woman that enjoys letting all control go. Wanting nothing more than to be taken care of and told where to move, and how to. Nothing makes her feel good than having someone to rely on as she does enough thinking and controlling in the field. Sex is the place she wants to let go and be the one being taken care of and not have to use her brain.

Tell her where to lay, how to spread her legs and show off her pussy. Make it know she’s yours and her pussy is yours - that cumming it a reward. Guide her through her orgasms, talk to her and let her hear your voice. And then flip her over, have her spread her ass cheeks and lick her asshole. Rim her, finger her, and stretch her hole out while feeling her push back. Dominate her gently and bring her to the throws of ecstasy over and over again. Just take control and let her mindlessly follow your lead.

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Hiro “Oni” Watanabe

Hiro enjoys many things and one of them is impact play. He loves to have you over his lap, ass up for him to grab and rub, and send his hand down on it. Watching the skin ripple and jiggle without care. He adores how it turns red from every smack and the pretty noises that spill from your lips. It’s all he wants outside having his cock buried into your sweet little hole until you’re creaming around him, making a mess until you cannot anymore. He just wants you to be satisfied and fucked stupid by the end of the night.

Hiro adores you in every way possible - he doesn’t always have to smack your ass silly to make you feel good. He will bury his face between your legs, work two fingers into and out your sopping hole, and make your eyes roll with every roll of his hips. He exists to make you happy and fulfilled as he comes from a life of lies and secrets, and he wants you to never worry that you do not have him fully. Hiro wants you to know that he’s not going anywhere and you’re his main focus, and by proving it, there’s no such things as quickies for him. He will take his time, working out sweet noise and delectable nectar from you until you’re shaking. 

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Sami “Zero” Zakaria

One thing about Sami, is that he adores lingerie. Nothing wild or fancy - just the prettiest shade of color in the soft fabric of your choice, it will have him dropping to his knees to worship you. He doesn’t care if he will be late to a late-night meeting or an op, Sami will fit you in his schedule. You in whatever style of set you decided to doll yourself in, he will worship you like the goddess/god you are and mutter in Egyptian like a babbling fool. But do not make fun of him, he just cannot help himself when you look utterly gorgeous like that.

Get used to rug burn from his beard, there’s no way you’re walking away unscratched as he’s a passionate lover and will suffocate himself between your thighs. Sami will gladly go out that way and not have any regrets because he just wants to become one with you even if it’s a short amount of time. Living a life with blood soaking his hands, he has many sins he has committed and knows that his heart may weigh more than a feather, but he wants to be selfish and worship you until the end of his time. So, he will spend his nights coaxing you to lay back, pulling your pretty panties to the side, and lathering your pretty body with his passionate kisses. 

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Rozlin “Roze” Helms

In my previous post, I stated that she was a switch that loved to play whatever part you wished her to play and she mastered it without a flaw. You will never hear her complain about it, Rozlin will love to dominate you and make you a shaking, gushing mess around her fingers until the sheets are soaked in your juices. Or she will be more than happy to straddle you and ride you until she’s babbling incoherently. She just wants to make you happy and feel good herself, and what better way to do that than fuck each other’s brains out in the bedroom. Just give her a sign of what you want, and she will give you the moon and stars to make sure it happens. 

I said it before, and I will say it again - Rozlin loves roleplaying. With her job, she had played many parts just to complete a mission, and she knows just how to execute it without a hair out of place. So, when you give her a sexy fire fighter uniform you bought off a website, she would confidently wear it and put on a show. Pulling off the act of a worried fire fighter that was called in for a supposed fire, clicking her tongue almost in annoyance as she sees you laying across the bed sexily, and putting you on all fours to spank your perky ass. Grabbing a fistful of your hair and snarling lewdly into your ear as she fingers your sopping hole, making you ‘regret’ wasting her time, all to make your cum over and over until you’re crawling away.

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Declan O’Conor

Oh, dear Declan, he’s a blushing bride when it comes to submitting but do not stop no matter how red he gets, get as rough as you want with him. He’s definitely the type of submissives that get embarrassed by their own submission as he’s stuck with the ideology that a man has to be dominant in a relationship. But he’s so tired of being the one in control, Declan just wants to exist without thinking for a few hours and wants to be taken care of. He knows he’s a hardass and can be a little overbearing at times, it’s all old news but nothing makes him hard fast like the way you shoot him a glare and tell him off. Making his brain shut off and his second head think for him, making it obvious with how his knees shake slightly and his eyes seem to widen slightly as if he’s slightly begging for more.

Make him get on his knees, tell him to beg for you to touch his hard, leaking cock until his balls are wringing dry. Have him lay back and be used as a living dildo for you, forced to take everything you give him and have him sobbing out thank you while tugging on the restraints. Declan knows it’s a far cry from his usual bravo, but he doesn’t give a damn when it’s just the two of you - he exists for your pleasure and will deny it if you mention it around anyone. His submission is for your eyes and ears only; he will not allow anyone else see him like that and will shoot down any offers to add another person. Sex with you is the most vulnerable and intimate space, he will not let it be turned into a show for someone other than you.

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Tor “Aksel” Eriksen

Since he usually keeps his hair long until he’s made to shave it for missions, he likes his hair being pulled and used as a handle for you to tug him where you want him to be. He’s not submissive but he loves to be used as a toy for you to get off on, he adores the needy and cute behavior you display when he’s fucking you. Your hand finding its way into his shoulder length hair, tugging it as your whine and bucking your hips against his mouth as he laps at your drooling hole. It makes him rut against the mattress to see you so utterly debauched and unable to control yourself. He wants you to feel good at his own expense. 

Tor also adores a little slapping. He likes when you give him firm smacks across the face when riding him, making pain blossom under his skin before it turns into ripples of pleasure. It’s enough to make him cum in your sweet, tight hole while letting out a throaty moan. He likes the little acts of control he gives you, making you feel in control while he holds your waist and helps you ride him with every feverish tremble, causing you to whimper and whine. It’s so sexy to him and he’s addicted to it, wanting nothing more than to see you assert some form of dominance while he holds the upper hand the whole time.

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Zosar “Zeus” Kalu

Zosar is a man of many things but one thing he is, and that’s a soft dominant. He’s a sweetheart to you - praises rolling off his tongue like fine silk and oozing with pure love. Never once had he uttered a cruel and degrading word, he whispers sweetly while his calloused hands map out your body, loving the feeling of your soft skin against his worn hands. It makes shivers run down his spine, feeling like he’s corrupting something so pure and innocent - like a lamb just waiting to be slaughtered. And because of that, he has a small corruption kink. Loving the feeling he’s ruining you and shaping you into something only he can enjoy but would never objectify you.

With the corruption, he loves the innocence of you even if you’re as experienced as him in sex. No matter how experienced you are, he will always feel like you’re so innocent and naive compared to him due to his hardships and demons - you are pure like snow compared to him. And it’s a delicious mix to him, feeling like he has to be gentle and careful with you even if you cry and beg for him to go harder. He just wants you to feel cherished and adored, but he’s not above fucking you like a whore if you so desperately needed it. Pushing your legs over his shoulders and rutting into your greedy hole while grunting praises in his native language. 

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Salvatrice “Stiletto” Muesli

Soft dom all the way with a rough streak, always knowing how to play between the fine lines of lovemaking and fucking like she hates you. But she will always make it known that you’re loved with how she looks at you, making sure you never break eye contact while her strap is balls deep in you. Holding your throat lightly not to choke you but to feel the pressure while sweet nothings leaving her lips despite the rough thrusts she was giving you. Melting your brain and reshaping you into a sweet and adorable little doll for her to love and please. Salvatrice just adores you and wants nothing more than to make sure every one of your needs are met before she could think about satisfying herself. Even though seeing you so fucked dump is enough to have her close to an orgasm. 

As stated in my previous post, she’s an anal fan so do expect your ass to be played with at least once before the night is ended as she just loves seeing your cunt/cock leaking with need and your asshole stretching around her toy. It doesn’t have to be a dildo; it could be vibrator or even anal plug - she will make sure it’s plugged with something before giving your nipples some love. Wanting to make sure every inch of you is tingling with pleasure, melting that cute little brain of yours and you’re simply existing under her. Whispering and peppering kisses along your face and neck, making sure you know how much she adores you. Worshipping you the way you deserve.

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Klaus Fisker

As an older man in his mid to late forties (my personal headcannon), he has lots of experience and explored sexually. Finding what worked and what didn’t with him but one thing that stuck with him - collaring. Something about putting a pretty collar or choker if that’s what you’re comfortable with, having his name on it for him to see was arousing. Knowing he was putting his mark - his claim on you even for the night. It was just so addictive to watch the name tag or letting shine in the light as you’re kneeling in front of him.

Running his hand along your nape before grabbing a small fistful of your hair, being gentle with it as he coos about how cute you look. Making you feel his presence and ownership over you but not being overly aggressive. Prioritizing your comfort while still giving himself the satisfaction of having you all to himself. Devoted and loved by you is all he needed, knowing you were his even for the night was all he wanted. The world is big and scary, he may not make it to see tomorrow so having you even for a night is worth every second. And he will savor it for as long as possible.

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Ana Vega

She's cocky and always prepared to be rough with you as she loves seeing you choking out moans and crying. Never against your wishes, she will always wait for the green light and stop when you utter the safe word. But she’s more than happy to rough you up - smacking you and spitting in your face, calling you all kinds of names and making you feel humiliated. But she will always be sure to reassure you that it’s all just an act, that she doesn’t believe it and you’re her sweet angel. But for the moment, you’re her dirty whore and will be treated as such.

Despite her rough and mean nature in the bedroom, she does enjoy slow and passionate lovemaking. Rolling her hips nice and painfully slow, kissing you passionately while you’re in missionary. One hand hiking your thigh further up her waist while the other fisting the pillow by your head. Mutters and sweet nothing leaving her while she swallowed all your pretty moans, wanting to keep them to herself tonight. Keeping you quiet and under her as she makes you feel every bit of her toy, keeping you full and stuffed without an inch between you two.

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Osmond “Oz” Ryan

Oz loves many things but bondage is one of his favorite things, it can go either way. He doesn’t mind letting you have control for the night, tying his wrists to the bedposts while you ride his cock and turning him into a moaning mess under you. Watching you control the pace with every bounce of your ass, moving in a steady rhythm and drawing out every noise you could from him. Making him feel pathetic with how easy it was for you to reduce him to that state but he can’t bring himself to stop. It just feels too good to let his pride take over.

But tying you up? Osmond loves seeing your pretty body tied up by his skilled hands, making sure your legs are kept open for him. Letting himself enjoy the sight of you so vulnerable and ready for anything he had in store, slowly circling you like a predator. Sliding his hands along your shoulders and neck, giving your throat a little squeeze before pulling back. Teasing you with the tip of his shoe against your sensitive clit/tip, making sure to have you on the very edge before pulling away. Wanting to hear you moan and beg for him, and he will before more than happy to give it if you beg prettily.

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Mila

Mila is a soft submissive when it comes to sex. She can handle pain and discomfort but when it comes to sex, she wants none of that when she’s allowing herself to be completely vulnerable with you. Allowing herself to be naked and under you, giving all of herself to you without any hesitation. It’s a time for her to feel safe and loved, not degraded and hurt when she wants nothing more than to feel good and please you. And because of that, she’s a service sub that just adores devoting herself to you.

Finding herself on her knees and kissing up your legs until she reached your crotch, looking up at you for approval before she lathers it with attention. Kissing and licking every inch of it, moaning and whimpering in pleasure from the taste of you alone. Seeing you enjoy it and tasting you is all she needs to slip into subspace and simply exist to please. Keeping any and all work repeated things out of her mind and melting into a shape of whatever you wanted while you guide her head. Keeping her where you want her and helping her take every bit of you while you remind her to empty her head. She had no use for thinking on her own.

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Mace

Mace loves choking you. Not roughly to make you pass out, but enough to restrict some of the airways. After all, sex is no fun if you’re passed out so, he can’t risk you drifting off to dreamland as he fucked you silly. So, his hand is firm yet gentle around your throat with every hard roll of his hips, your thighs smacking against his. Making you choke out the sweetest moans he’s ever heard while he kept you in place. But Mace is a nice man, he wouldn’t be rougher than you could take - he knows how much you can take and never giving you more than you can handle.

He knows how to pace himself and he did that with you riding his cock. Riding is his favorite position no matter the position you took, he just loved seeing you above him. Controlling the pace and bouncing all sexily on his cock, taking inch by inch in your sopping hole while he lays back and enjoys the show. And to make it better, his hands find their way on your body. One on your ass to leave handprints that definitely won’t fade until next week and the other around your throat. Making you look down at him with teary eyes as your velvety walls clench around him.

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Velikan

Unsurprisingly, he has a masked kink. So original, I know, but he cannot help it. Wearing a mask takes away the ability to see how fucked out he is for your sweet holes, making it a mystery of his eyes are open or closed as he fucks himself stupid. Using every excuse, he can to keep his helmet on as he has you in doggystyle, fucking you like a dog in heat as his masked face stares down at you, hearts in his eyes. But you wouldn’t know it if he wasn’t grunting and growling like a beast from how tight and warm you were. He was sure he could live with his cock buried in you without a problem.

As you could tell, he’s sensitive and easily overwhelmed with pleasure which he takes advantage of often. He loves how fucked dumb he gets easily and will have you bent over the nearest flat surface and rut into you like it was mating session. It’s never about power or control to him, he doesn’t give a damn who’s controlling who in the bedroom, he sees sex as a mutual benefit. You both are getting something out of it, so why care who’s calling the shots? Just let him tug his cock out of his pants and drop your underwear, he doesn’t mind if it’s a little sloppy and unromantic. He just wants to be connected and fucked like it’s the last thing that matters.

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Kleopatros “Kleo” Gavras

Power bottom that demands what she wants and how she wants it, Kleo doesn’t take no for an answer. But don’t let that fool you, she’s only doing it as she wants you to be rough and give her a reason to cry about it. Be mean - smack her, spank her until her ass hurts just sitting the next day, and treat her like a common whore. She wants to feel the adrenaline and excitement from the rough treatment and told how she needs to learn some manners. It’s all just for show and you’re the audience.

And like I said before, she’s an anal lover so don’t be shy. Neglect her pussy and use her ass to get yourself off, tell her you’re simply masturbating with her ass, and she just had the luxury to feel it. She knows the words mean nothing, even if they sting a bit, but she knows you don’t mean it. Afterwards, you’ll kiss her gently and tell her how loved she was, that she was your pretty girl and you adore her. But right now, fuck her like a slut and make her feel like she’s hated. It turns her on.

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Nila “Nova” Brown

Nova is a shy girl, always blushing and hiding herself as she feels a sense of insecurity. It’s not like she thinks she’s ugly or anything, she just feels a little different from others due to her vitiligo. She's always been told how beautiful she is by everyone and even you, but she feels like she doesn’t match what’s socially acceptable as beauty. And because of that, you always make sure to spend most of the night worshipping her and making her look in the mirror as you fuck her nice and slow.

Nova is a vanilla kind of girl, not into the rough and mean stuff, but it’s never boring. Eating her pussy like it was the sweetest thing you’ve ever eaten while she tries to squirm and crawl away. But you hold her thighs gently, keeping them open and pinned to the bed as your tongue never stops moving. Making her squirt all over your face while she’s a blushing and babbling mess. Make sure to pull away long enough to slot yourself between her legs, pressing your cock/strap against her pussy. Silently asking for entry while she whines and shakes from the intensity of her orgasm.

[machveil]

if you’re cold, they’re cold. let them (KorTac) in

[juullllssss]

A little scenario that stayed in my head since i can imagine that a women who works in a male dominated field can easily get shoved into "being one of the guys". (not with bad intentions) But even if they are working in such a field at the end of the day they are still women. Can be imagined with any of the men.

Kengan omega/ Kengan ashura and Call of Duty

Just imagine

They didn't expect you to come to this emergency meeting dressed like this. Huffing you come in, dressed in your tight fitting dress, which flatters your body shape perfectly. Wearing your favorite make up and practically glowing after a wonderful self care day. Shocked faces all around, since they never saw you in such a state. Eyes taking in your form.

Of course one of them could not hold back "Seems like you were busy, are we holding you up from something?" it is meant as a joke, a little teasing. With an impatient voice you answer back "In fact you are, so i would like to get this over with."

After the short meeting you hastily make your way to the car at the corner of the street. The men can not stop themselves from looking after you. Seeing a Man in the drivers seat, nodding to them briefly, before taking of with you. They are left behind in wonder and disbelieve. When they start discussing what just happened one answer stands out. "I mean, she is still a women, we should not be surprised." It is what sums it up, they didn't see you as a women, well they were aware but first and foremost you were their College, even friend. But now they saw you in a different light. Leaving each one of them with different emotions.

The next day one of them asks you about it. Trying to find out more, being send by the other men in hopes they could get some information. "So... is that someone close to you?"

You already know in which direction this goes and it pisses you of, a self hating part of you being offended how they doubt you could be in a relationship. With the thought that they wanted to mock you your answer comes out harsher "Believe it or not, yes he is someone close, why? Is it that impossible for me to have someone?" And while they are left searching for their next words you storm of. You could have told them that it was just your brother who came to visit but they didn't need to know that.

[nvirskies]

v. garza - last one open

warnings: angst: hurt/no comfort, mentions of alcohol, being drunk, predatory behaviors while drunk (nothing graphic or explicit), hidden relationships, vague allusions to past sex (never gets into it), assumed death of a loved one, fem reader (no use of y/n) summary: former especiales!r opens a food stall, the only one left with business hours into the early morning. a group of drunk men stumble in one night, and an unlikely woman with them.

word count: 1.4k

taglist: @lesvii

a/n: oh no my finger slipped and i wrote another angst piece, whatever shall i do? i wrote this instead of my overdue english essay

men, nsfw, non-sapphic, 16- / 21+ dni

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It was a long night, especially being the last food stall open this early in the morning. Even the military couldn’t prepare you for the absolute mental and physical drain of owning and working your own food stall, since everything was already prepped and provided for you. There was no need for pitched-up, bubbly “customer service” voices that exhausted you beyond belief to keep up. No need to plaster a smile onto your face as inebriated men all tried (and failed) to shoot their shot with you, their words slurring together and eyes crossing. You almost missed the routine and the rigid structure of it all.

Almost.

There was one big factor that was the main driving force in why you had left the armed forces.

Valeria.

You two held a bond that was certainly more than friends, but never had the time to define it. Stolen kisses behind closed doors, nights spent sneaking into each others’ rooms in the barracks, always having your and her uniform patches swapped, always finishing training first before everyone and heading to the showers together, only for you to emerge flushing redder than the arroz rojo served in the mess hall. 

You swore up and down to your bunkmates that you showered only in cold water, mumbling some excuse about it being better for your skin and scalp. But you never offered up any explanation as to why you didn’t smell like body wash or shampoo, and instead of a very distinct cologne.

On the outside, you and Valeria seemed like the closest of friends. It was only natural, especially being the only two women in the Especiales, that you would become fast friends. That was all that anyone ever saw. Two women, in the prime of their lives, forming an inseparable bond reinforced by the camaraderie and patriotism of being part of Mexico’s most elite fighting force. 

But it all came to a grinding halt one fateful day. She had been called out as a member of the RED Team for a mission. She never disclosed where, when, or why she was leaving, only that it would be soon, and quickly changed the subject with a chaste forehead kiss.

One morning, you had woken up to an empty bed. Her things were all as she had left them the night before, scattered around the floor, seemingly as if she had never left. Her uniform was still on the floor in a crumpled heap, her boots unlaced, and her stack of hair ties still looped around one end of the metal bedpost. The unopened bottle of her cologne was still in your bag, having been placed there the night before. But she was missing, nowhere to be found. 

Later that week, after being denied time and time again by your superiors in your near-frantic requests to communicate with her via the radio you knew never left her belt, there was a small, white envelope pushed under your door with your name on the outside of it, written in her signature scratchy handwriting. That, alone, was enough to send you into a fit of tears and uncontrollable sobs as you just stared at the envelope in your trembling hand. You knew letters like this were only ever given to soldiers who had just lost a loved one, whether they were on or off-duty. 

The sound of the bell attached to the shop’s door jingled, snapping you out of the melancholic haze of memories that you had nearly lost yourself in moments earlier. Your head snapped up and at attention, watching with keen eyes as a group of very intoxicated men stumbled in and seated themselves at the high stool seats at the counter. 

Even as they were presumably parts of the same group, there was one thing that stood out about all of them: they all were armed to the teeth, even donning bulletproof vests with rounds of bullets clinking together in a compartment on their utility belts. The sounds of loud, raucous laughter floated through the small area, mixing with slurred words and vague gestures from the men. 

You stood there, behind the counter with your hands firmly in your pockets as you surveyed them all carefully, analyzing their mannerisms and how they seemed to be just a tad too confident at this time of night, drunkenly traipsing around. Plastering your signature customer service smile on your face before approaching the men with a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other, twirled around between your fingers in an intricate pattern. That pattern had been taught to you by Valeria while the two of you were still in boot camp and bored during the class lectures, but the habit stuck. “Are you gentlemen ready to order, or do you need more time?” you question, all of their heads turning to look at you with gazes that weren’t unfamiliar. These same gazes you had endured for years, all too aware of the way their eyes raked up and down your body in the shirt and sweatpants you had decided to wear. 

What they failed to see, in their collective drunken stupor, was the strength of a fine-tuned human weapon underneath the facade of a smiling woman. It might have been years since you had left the military, but your skills were just as sharp as ever. You might have had a bit more muscle definition in the past, but the quiet strength was still there, lurking just under the surface.

Suddenly, another jingle from the door catches your attention as a head of familiar black hair and a husky laugh you had sworn you wouldn’t ever hear again, rang out. “Boys, mamí’s here!” 

In an instant, your hand stills, the pen that was spinning atop it falling to the tiled floor with a sharp clatter. Thoughts raced through your mind at the all-too-familiar sound of the woman’s laugh, rich, full, and husky in all the right ways. The laugh you hadn’t heard in years. The laugh that both haunted and soothed your dreams. 

It was her. Valeria Garza. The woman you had assumed to be dead for the past six years, alive, well, and seemingly happy, stood behind you. She was oblivious to your identity, only registering a vague familiarity upon seeing your back and hair. You didn’t even have to turn around to know it was her. 

There’s a soft grunt from behind you as she squats down to pick up the pen that you had dropped onto the floor, and a tap on your back accompanied by a soft request. “Ma’am? I think you dropped this pen-” she begins, but she’s quickly shut up as you turn around to face her.

Her face, etched into your memory, was just the same as you remembered, but now with a few new smile lines around her eyes and some eye bags underneath those midnight eyes of hers. Eyes that you had gotten lost in, once upon a time, now stared back at you in silent shock. 

“Val-?” you all but choke out, incredulously. She greets your own shock with a similar expression of your own, every last bit of her previously confident and jovial manner gone within an instant. “Gatita-?” she questions, the old nickname that she used to call you slipping out just as easily as it had in the past. 

Any and all resolve in your body crumbles, and you take the pen from her hand, blinking back tears. Tears of unresolved grief, anger, joy, and betrayal. They threaten to spill, but you clear your throat and turn your attention back to the notepad in your hand, watching as she sits herself down on one of the stools alongside who you can only assume are her friends or colleagues. The cold military disposition takes over, thinly veiled by a mask of polite professionalism, the smile on your face wavering slightly.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m suddenly feeling unwell. I’ll have another server out here to help you in just a moment,” you mumble, rushed and apologetic, but not quite knowing who you were apologizing to before setting the pen and notepad down on the counter and sprinting to the back door of the establishment, all but slamming it open. You didn’t dare look back, knowing full well that Valeria would be staring at you, surprise and guilt etched into her features. 

[sadist1224]

There is no limit to my desire Mafia!141 AU

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Part 3

Mafia!141 AU, in which you wake up tied to a chair, in the middle of some warehouse with chains and hooks suspended from the ceiling. You're not panicking, no. You've been held hostage enough times to understand the complexity of your situation.

First of all, you try to determine your physical condition, noting that the old wound on your hip is aching, and there is an unpleasant crust on your cheek and cheekbone, most likely from blood.

Now you remember what happened. Yes, you were being chased. You were knocked to the ground and hit on the head. But it seems that you also managed to land several blows on the attacker.

After that, you begin to look around the space around you, noting that it is quite dark and damp here. Out of the corner of your ear you can hear a noise like water. Given the size of the hangar, the dampness and the noise of the water, you realize that you are somewhere near the shipyard.

Very far from the bar. Foreign territory. Mafia. Of course, 141 and Los Vaqueros are not the only gangs in your city. It is large enough for several groupings. Oh, if only you were still a police officer…

You pull your hands out, realizing that they are tied with ropes, tight enough to be able to break free. After a while, the sound of footsteps attracts you. This is a group of people, and not a small one.

A lamp turns on with a loud click above you, but it is high enough for a moderately dim light. I can see you now. You still can't tell the kidnappers apart, even though you're pretty sure they're right in front of you.

"You don't seem scared." - says one of them. From the small shadows, you assume there are five of them.

"Should I?" - you answer calmly, looking at the dark man in front of you. So far, you can clearly see only leather shoes and perfectly pressed trousers in dark gray.

The man in front of you is grinning.

"Koenig, turn on the light, please." - he says the same thing, and a second later several more lamps light up.

You don't have to squint. The light is still dim enough. But now you can definitely see them all. Five men in front of you, in suits that cost several times more than your salary. Three of them have masks over their faces. The person who communicated with you stands openly, the sleeves of his shirt are casually rolled up to the elbows, and the vest fits tightly around the waist.

And all five of them, bastards, are so attractive.

But if before that, it seemed to you that the men in front of you were tall, then the person who approached them from behind was almost a head taller than all of them. An obscure black cloth covered his face, leaving only his blue eyes visible. He looked at you incredulously, with a squint. You think he doesn't like you.

"And why do you need me?" - you decide to break the silence. Anyway, all six of them are examining you like an antique toy on a Christmas tree.

The Cortaks who kidnapped you in order to get to know you! To get acquainted! Your jaw almost fell to the floor, and their leader just laughed at your shocked expression!

He introduced himself as Axel, and he was incredibly curious about why 141 and Los Vaqueros were hanging around in a no-man's-land.

Axel, who is not at all embarrassed by your swearing in their direction, but only orders you to untie the hands of a man named Nobody. He apologizes for the damage he caused you, saying that their goal was only to grab you, not hurt you, but you turned out to be more glib than they imagined.

Axel introduces you to Horangi, Hutch, Nobody, Kruger and Koenig himself, who caught you.

Koenig, who can't handle your withering look at him and turns away in embarrassment.

He didn't want to hit you! Especially in the face! But seeing what you're capable of at the bar, he realized it wasn't going to be easy. A job is a job. But, God, that bruise on your face and the split cheekbone. He feels bad enough as it is. And then there's you with your look full of anger.

Damn, he'd like to meet you. In a normal way, like ordinary people, but now it seems you won't let him in.

Axel offers to take you to your neighborhood, where they could drop you off, but you just snort, refusing. You're not going with the bandits who kidnapped you! Even if they just wanted to get to know each other! You tell them something caustic in the likeness: "If you really wanted to get to know each other, you could just ask them out, gentlemen, damn it!", which amuses Axel again.

The man walks you to the exit, staying close to you. You don't even let him call a taxi and walk to the nearest bus stop.

That's it! And you're good! Axel knew how tense his team was when 141 suddenly began to get active in the no-man's-land, and what was his surprise when people informed him about a certain barmaid who pointed a gun at the face of the Soap! Oh, damn, he wanted to meet you. And his boys, too. A civilian who challenged one of the most dangerous factions in the city! Yes, anyone will be interested in it! Therefore, Cortak needs to act quickly, maybe get you on their side, make you their spy?

Kruger and No One who at first did not believe in your steadfast fearless nature, considering you another "girl from the alley" who dared to show her teeth. They were sure that if they scared you, you would immediately curl up and cry. Imagine their surprise when you didn't live up to expectations?

Hutch was just curious, as was his commander. He didn't have expectations, but you definitely made him laugh.

And the Horangs? This guy realized in the bar that you're not an easy thing. Of course, he saw the impression you made on his great friend. And he also understood how difficult it would be for Koenig now. As soon as his reaction to you is noticed by others, he will not be able to avoid jokes and ridicule, especially from Kruger. these two will get rid of the word altogether. But Horangi will try to help his socially anxious friend in any way he can.

Koenig, who wants to fall into the ground. The giant didn't dare look at you before he left, and something told him that you definitely weren't looking in his direction. Oh, he's going to have to figure out how to apologize. And be sure, it will happen soon.