just thinking about being valeria garza's little pretty bimbo. the dogs of las almas know not to question you as they'll face valeria's wrath if they do. you sit pretty, face all dolled up with jewels all over your body, on valeria's lap, kissing her neck whenever you get a moment even if she's in a dangerous meeting about drug deals. you don't care about that crap though, giggling and whispering into valeria's ear about how badly you want her. how good she looks in her uniform, brushing your perked nipples into her chest, guiding her hand to your soaked cunt before you meet her eyes with pouty glossy lips and wide glimmering eyes. it takes all of her restraint not to take you there and then, but you're definitely certain that she'll have you bare, panting and dripping on her large bed with her strap splitting your pretty cunt open, grunting the nastiest things to you in spanish as she makes you come like the little slut that you are for the umpteenth time later on. <3<3
hihi!! im mollie, a raging lesbian addicted to valeria. feel free to yap to me, i appreciate it!
I may or may not have talked about this before, but imagine a Valeria x reader AU where you’re some underpaid accountant for a Silicon Valley-esq tech or crypto startup. You’re being worked to the bone and paid like shit, only to then be set up to take the fall for some stupid white collar crime your boss was involved in.
You’re arrested and subsequently sent to prison for it, (you couldn’t afford an apartment with a working heater with your salary, there was no way you could afford a private lawyer- let alone a good one) only to then find yourself assigned to share a cell with Valeria.
You’re terrified of her- doubly so once you find out who she is. You spend your days avoiding meeting her eyes and walking on eggshells around her. She lets you be, at first. At least if you’re terrified of her you’ll stay out of her way- she can’t really ask for much more.
But after a few days of sharing a cell with you, she’s woken up to the sound of soft, quiet sobs coming from the bunk beneath her.
For a moment, she just lays there in stunned silence. Are you… fucking crying?
She sighs and snaps for you to shut up, rolling onto her side and trying to fall back asleep after the disruption…
But your crying continues- albeit cut off and muffled. Sad, pitiful little hiccups and half sobs continue to escape you, and eventually Valeria gets tired of it, sliding down off her bunk prepared to make you sob your sniveling.
But when she sees you curled up in your bed, shaking as you try your best to hold in your sobs…. Something inside her softens.
You flinch when she sits down beside you, the thin mattress dipping under her weight. She doesn’t miss that- nor does she miss the poignant fear that fills your eyes when you glance up at her.
She catches you with a hand on your shoulder when you jerk away from her, trying to sit up and scramble back reflexively. She pushes you back down, gently patting your arm once you’re laying down again.
God, you’re lucky you’re cute she catches her self thinking, her tense posture softening slightly at the sight of you trembling beside her.
“It’ll be okay.” She says softly, resisting the urge pet at your hair and tuck the wayward strands back behind your ear.
“I didn’t do it.” You whisper, tears staining your cheeks as you slowly relax into the warmth of her touch. “I didn’t, I swear.”
Valeria smirks, amused, before giving your arm a slight squeeze. “Alright, you didn’t. Now close your eyes so I can go back to sleep.”
She sits with you for another moment for two as you suck in deep, shaky breaths that slowly turn so steady, even ones. By the time Valeria realizes she’s been rubbing small, gentle circles into your arm with her thumb, you’re asleep.
Reluctantly, she stands up and climbs back into her own bunk. She can’t help it, she’s intrigued by you. For better or for worse.
The next day, she asks you what you you did (or, didn’t do, as you insist) to get in here.
She bursts out in laughter when you tell her about your old job and the company you used to work at. (She couldn’t help it- the scandal was all over the news. It was probably one of the biggest instances of white collar crime within a decade- and you’re telling her you were the poor soul set up to take the fall for it?)
After that, she’d decides she’s keeping you. She plans for her people to have her out of here by the end of the month, it won’t be too much trouble to take you along with them. The Las Alma’s Cartel has plenty of more “legitimate” business ventures they use to funnel their money- it won’t be hard to find a use for you. Plus, what choice will you have? You’ll be in her debt once she gets you out- not to mention, a fugitive- and she knows you’re far too sweet (and too smart) to be the kinda girl who doesn’t repay her debts, especially not to the likes of Valeria.
Warnings: 18+, Just so much fluff, implied smut, suggestive content, mention of somnophilia, sub and dom König, implied oral sex, petnames, no pronouns used for Reader except for ‘You’, etc.
Ghost
He's lowkey excited to wake up before you when he knows he has to be up early.
He'll set his alarm - on vibrate so that it doesn't wake you, only him - 30 minutes earlier than he needs to be up just so he can look at you.
And boy, does he look at you.
He looks upon you as an artist would their masterpiece, marveling at your beauty, your skin, your face, your expression.
You look so peaceful, so unlike anything Simon had had the pleasure of seeing before; your form radiated a tranquility he could only hope to achieve one day.
But with you at his side, he gets closer to nirvana every day, finding the beauty in everything you show him.
He'd have to physically pull himself out of bed when he could not prolong his departure any longer.
If you were still asleep by the time he left, he'd plant a soft kiss on your forehead, leaving you undisturbed.
However, if you were awake, he'd press deep, warm kisses to your lips, trailing down to your jaw, your neck, your collarbones - you'd have to stop him, telling him to go before you made him stay.
"Make me stay, hmm?" he'd say, sighing another kiss against your throat.
"And what makes you think I won't take you up on that offer?"
What happens next is entirely up to you and how much Simon wants to get to the gym before it's packed full 😉.
König
Ngl, König looks straight-up terrifying when you catch him looking at you.
He'll just be lay next to you, staring at you like 👁 👄👁.
The only way to get him to stop is either by asking him, or, the more preferable option, distracting him.
How you distract him is up to you, but you both have your...preferences.
When König has to be somewhere but is feeling a certain kind of way, he'll literally paw at you like a cat, his eyes round and pleading.
Or, if he's more dominant, he'll just pounce on you, pinning him beneath him and making sure you're not going anywhere, unable to walk for the rest of the day.
Granted, he's not a fan of quickies, so he'll either chase his release by taking you in your sleep, or risk being late to whatever it is he's engaged with.
Whenever he looks over at you in the morning, he can't help but reflect on how lucky he is, how fortunate he must be to have you at his side each day to show him what love - true love - feels like.
He can get a bit emotional when he looks at you during mornings like these, but it's only because he loves you so much.
He wonders what you'll do all day when he's out the house, if you'll think of him as he thinks of you now.
If he's feeling a little insecure about that, you may have to qwell his worries and remind him just how much you love and miss him when he's away.
Rodolfo
Babey 🥺!1!!
Like König, he'll just full-on stare at you like👁👄👁.
He just can't believe how beautiful you are, especially when the light catches you and makes you look like you're glowing.
He genuinely believes you must be an angel or something of the like.
He'll bring you presents and hide them under your pillow while you sleep so you have something to look forward to when you wake up.
He'll do this especially when he knows he'll be gone by the time you wake.
These gifts are usually deeply personal and thoughtful, like a locket bracelet with a picture of you on one side and a picture of him in the other.
Other times it'll be a post-it note, giving you the first of a list of instructions to follow like a treasure map in order to find your prize - usually something too big that he couldn't fit it beneath your pillow - somewhere in the apartment.
Whenever you wake up and find him looking at you, you'll have to kiss him on the nose or the forehead to snap him out of his trance.
After which point, he'll take you up in his arms and just hold you, often times making you squeal when he buries his face into your neck, leaving warm, wet kisses there.
Offer this man and kind of release first thing in the morning and he'll literally be set for the day.
He considers that your gift to him, your ability to instantly and consistently lift his mood for the day just by being there (amongst other things).
Literally nothing can bring him down after that, and everyone else in the force can tell when you've been at it because of the absolute swagger in his walk and the smile plastered to his face.
Alejandro
God, he makes me feral
Passionate man, let me just remind y'all of that.
He's the type to absolutely smother you with kisses the second he wakes up.
Any area of skin that's not covered will fall victim to his unrelenting desire to drown you in his love.
Sometimes you'll wake up with love bites all over you like bee stings and you'll just see Alejandro looking at you like 😊.
And you just can't stay mad at him.
You can, however, get your own back.
It usually takes you both an hour to get out of bed in the morning, and this is exactly the reason why.
Like Rodolfo, it's rare for Alejandro to come to work without his signature smile on his face and authority in his walk.
Little does anyone know that beneath the collar of his shirt lies a collage of bite marks and bruises, courtesy of the love of his life.
Won't leave the bed until you're satisfied, making sure you're stuffed full of his cum so that you have something to remember him by.
You don't know this, but before bed he'll practically drink a bottle of breath spray so that his breath smells good for you in the morning.
When you eventually caught on, you had to tell him to stop because you didn't want him staining his teeth.
"Would you no longer love me if I didn't have teeth?" he said, to which you vehemently denied his claim and had to reassure him that you would love him even if he were a three-foot tall slug with no teeth and a monocle.
That, amongst other means of reassurance 🥴.
Price
You'd feel his beard, either between your thighs or on your face, before you saw him.
He makes sure you're satisfied every morning before your day even starts, his own form of reward for you making his life brighter.
He'll pull you flush against his chest first thing after he wakes up, if you're not already in that position.
He always says "Good morning, Sunshine," first, then presses a love-filled kiss to your head.
If you've had a particularly intense night, he'll bring you breakfast (or dinner, depending on the time of day) in bed.
Will ask you to just lay beside him so he can look into your eyes before you both have to get up.
And it's usually you who has to remind him that the day isn't getting any longer and you both have to get up soon.
He won't complain, but you can tell when he wants nothing more than to just curl up with you and stay there, dead to the world.
Speaking of, this man's morning hugs are so warm.
Good luck getting out of bed in winter, because you're both way too comfy to leave your lovely warm bed just to go to work or make breakfast.
Sometimes you'll find Price already staring at you when you wake up, and you just look at each other like two ferrets in love, unmoving and wholesome.
Gaz
The most likely to be a tease out of everyone here.
While he won't wake you from a deep slumber, he'll sure as hell try and annoy you in the minutes after you wake up, knowing your cognition and sight are both impaired at this particular time.
One time, near Halloween, he put on a Grim Reaper mask and waited on your side of the bed until you woke up.
He made no noise, he didn't jump on you; he simply waited.
And when you saw his skeletal outline, you initially thought it was Ghost. That alone made you near enough shit yourself and scream as if you were being murdered.
Aside from that, though, he can be very tender. When his judgement is clouded with sleep and the world doesn't yet feel real, that's when he's at his most vulnerable, and his most sincere.
He loves to pull you into his bare chest and just rest there, feeling your breath against his skin; a reminder that you're still here, still alive.
Despite being so young, it's during times like these that Gaz knows where he wants to be for the rest of his life, what he wants to do with it.
And it all comes down to you.
During his morning reflections on your relationship, he'll think of your future together, just you, him and your conjoined families bound through your marriage, living.
You keep him sane, help him realise there is so much more to life than his military duties, and beer, and watching TV.
He never truly felt as if he was living - alive - until he met you.
And now as he lays here, watching your chest rise and fall, he can't help but shed a tear for the alternate version of himself who’d never met you, never found you, instead living as a drone with no greater understanding of happiness as he did now.
Valeria
You are waking up to absolutely abominable head from this woman every morning whether you like it or not.
If she feels you starting to shift and wake up, she'll use her strength to push you back down and continue.
She will not let you go a single day dissatisfied even if it kills her.
On the other hand, she can be very wholesome.
She'll watch you sleep, either in the dead of night or in the wavering light of the morning simply because she thinks you're so unbelievably breathtaking.
She'll brush stray strands of your hair from your face while you sleep, feeling her heart stutter when you twitch and make a little noise.
She often calls you "Bunny," or "Kitty," because of your mannerisms when you sleep.
Quick note: if you wake her up with head in the morning, you are done for.
You're stuck in bed for the rest of the day.
I don't make the rules, Valeria does.
During these mornings she'll relate to you about how much she wants "To break you," calling you her "little doll,"
Don't get her wrong; she's not punishing you!
Far from it.
But she just wants you to know that she has the power in this relationship, and she sees your pleasure as something only she is allowed to give and take.
So, in a nutshell, don't go doing any favours for Valeria without her asking, because she will assume you're doing it to get something out of her.
And she doesn't like owing people.
On the contrary, she enjoys the power she has over others by making them indebted to her.
And this includes you (lovingly).
Soap
NEWSFLASH: MAN W/ BIG TIDDIES GIVES BEST CUDDLES
Seriously though, Soap's cuddles are one of the main reasons you can't (don't want to) get out of bed in the mornings.
He'll wake up, see you soundly sleeping next to him, and just pull you on top of him.
He's not letting you go for at least two hours.
He just adores the way you feel against him, your chests pressed together as he plants feather-light kisses to your face, waking you.
His morning voice is just uuuUUUUUUUGH.
And he will use it against you.
"Mornin' love," he'd say, burying his face in your hair. "D'you sleep well? Or d'you need me to put you to sleep again..."
His morning kisses are always sloppy, laced with exhaustion yet laden with joy.
He enjoys the sleepy whines you make when he rubs his stubble across your sensitive areas; your neck, your stomach, between your thighs, etc.
He absolutely cages you beneath him whenever he rolls over onto you.
Sometimes he's aware of it, sometimes he isn't.
But when he is, he'll just lay there, making sure you have no way of escape, while you mewl against him that you "Have stuff to do today!" Meanwhile, he's plotting and planning ways to keep you bed-bound for the next 24 hours.
Graves
Will 100% wake you up with sex near enough every morning.
He's so smug about it, too; he'll just give you a grin and, when you realise what he’s doing, his expression will shift into a more 'innocent' one.
He'll just look at you like huh? What??? Did I do something????
Is a bit of a brat when it comes to letting you out of bed.
He'll literally snake his arms around your waist and pull you back in, then treat you as if he'd just saved you from the floor of lava around the bed.
"Don't I get a reward for bein' your hero?"
"Yeah, my fingers in your eye sockets if you make me late for work again."
He has his tender moments, though.
He's a body worshipper, so you can expect him to be pressing deep, wet kisses to every patch of skin within his reach.
No remorse. Just straight-up will cover you in his saliva.
He also has a guilty habit of covering you in his love when you sleep.
And he'll just leave it to dry on your body. Then, when you wake up and find it crusted , you call back his name and make him retreat under the covers, stifling a chuckle.
Morning talks. Big fan of them.
Loves to debate either the biggest questions or the simplest of hypotheses with you.
"Who would win in a fight between me and Ghost?"
"Ghost."
"Alright, why?"
"Because he's a walking wall of death, babe. And you're my precious lil Philly :-)))."
"...Yeah, I am,"
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Hello I wanna request some Valeria SMOOT cuz I'm down bad for cartel mommy. A short fic abt Valeria fucking the absolute brains out of you to the point of being dumb and squirting everywhere
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
Graves: Started realising women appreciate the fact that you made plans sometimes even more than the plan itself. It’s the pre-thought part that has them.
Headcanons of Valeria being your alpha, sorry but i had to do it. i had the idea in my head for days and i think there are no headcanons of Valeria being alpha of omega reader. enjoy this little headcanon with the owner of our uterus :)
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Valeria has a closely guarded secret, something she hides very well from her enemies. It was even more protected than she was herself.
That something was you, you were the most valuable thing to the alpha of the most dangerous cartel in Latin America. You were her precious Omega, her partner and wife, something she protected with her life.
As something valuable, you could not go out on the street as if nothing, Valeria had you in a cage.
A golden cage with all the existing and future comforts.
Do you want more blankets for your nest? You don't have to say it twice, Valeria buys all the omegas blanket stores in Las Almas just for you.
Do your clothes itch? She'll burn it and buy you a new brand name, cotton-only clothing keeper for your sensitive skin.
Valeria was aware that she had you locked up, that's why she gave you the best of the best, even though sometimes you didn't ask for it because you thought it was an unnecessary expense.
Ridiculous, Valeria was filthy rich. She wouldn't stay poor for buying you clothes, blankets or whatever you wanted.
Valeria is the kind of alpha who loves to perfume you every night without fail, was she too late? No matter, she'll climb into the nest and kiss the mark she left on your neck while releasing her pheromones. She loves to drown you in her scent, it relaxes her inner alpha.
You love having Valeria's scent on you, it makes your inner omega very happy.
Valeria loves to see you in your animal form, she loves to run her hands through your brown fur.
"come here mi chula" she calls you with a brush in her hand, she loves to comb and groom you when you are turned into a wolf. You let her comb your hair, you love the feel of her hands on you.
When you are both turned, Valeria loves to bite your tail and ears just to tease you.
Her wolf by law bigger so it takes you more than two hours to brush all her fur.
Her fur was as dark as her hair, even her eyes were dark.
Valeria's protective instincts in her animal form are tripled, so she wraps her body around you like a donut while you groom.
There are days when she likes to be on top of you, she is mindful of her weight so she doesn't reload her whole body on you.
As an alpha, her instincts to protect and provide are stronger since she mated with you years ago, this leads her to hunt at least twice a month to calm her instinct to provide for you.
She makes sure to always get the biggest and healthiest prey for her omega. Her alpha ego was enlarged when you greeted her with happy squeals as you wagged your tail.
Valeria had learned to make nests just for and because of you, the day she asked her omega to teach her they had a little blush.
Valeria sometimes has internal debates with her alpha, her she-wolf wants to be with you all the time, especially when she is in the middle of important meetings. This makes her frown, making her partners worry thinking she didn't like what they were saying.
Valeria never courted her omega in the traditional way; flowers, outings and gifts of clothing did not. Her nature always was, is and always will be direct. She went straight to hunting prey (this was the last part of the courtship, when the couple was planning to unite forever) she always had a proud smile with a look full of confidence, her message was more than clear; she wanted to unite with you, she had no doubts. He knew what he wanted, and that was you.
