#cod valeria garza x reader smut

[nyctophiliq]

✮ ┆ MAKING OUT WITH... valeria garza

— “could never get sick of the taste of your lips.”

content warnings.           MDNI, nsfw content, female-bodied reader, touching/petting, nickname use, kissing, making out, interrupted making out

author's note.                   don’t you wanna make out with valeria? i wanna, i wanna make out with her so bad so have this :)))

"it's been a while since we spent some time alone." valeria says casually as she walks around the table, sitting next to you, on the other end of the pool table. you chuckle at her statement, watching as she picks her glass of whiskey up from the table that is separating the two of you, and hides her face behind it.

"your turn." she motions with the glass before taking a small sip from it. you nod your head in reply, taking a sip from your drink and picking up the pool cue up. she watches in silence as you place both of your hands above the table, leaning forward towards the table as much as you can. "my turn to win." you say when you glance up at her for just a moment, giving her a cheeky smile with a wink. her eyes follow your movement as you move to your right side to rest your elbow on top of the table.

the night has been cold, on the conversation part at least because the weather is never really cold in Las Almas. still, it wasn't something valeria or you were unfamiliar with. she goes away on her risky travels, says her goodbye, and the guessing game begins for the next few weeks or months if you're unlucky.

valeria's world becomes silent for a second, watching as you cheer yourself on because you won your first game in two years. your eyes are bright, shining like stars even if they're hidden behind the shadows of the dimly lit room as well as your eyelashes. she knows what's going on, she knows that you love the feeling of winning games against her, even if she might have let you.

"mi amada, it's late." she tells you once she stands up from her chair, setting down her glass. you only give her an assuring smile as go around to gather the balls from the nets they fell into.

you turn around for just a few seconds to reset the balls that you had in your hands, placing them all neatly inside. you look over your shoulder to see where valeria is. you take a quick, sharp breath in when she is standing right behind you before trapping you against the table.

"i'm sorry mi amada," she whispers softly in your ear as she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you closer, her lips barely grazing against your skin," but i missed this." with one swift motion, valeria turns you around, securing you against her body and without warning she kisses you. she presses her entire weight onto you, holding you tightly with one arm while resting the other high up on your side, her thumb running and pushing under your breast. you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer as you deepen the kiss.

your fingers curl into her hair and run through it gently, enjoying the way she sighs against your lips. you pull away for air after a couple of minutes, looking deep into each other's eyes for a brief moment. she lets out a soft laugh that echoes in the quiet atmosphere of the game room.  "that was...nice." you admit, your cheeks hot from the intense kiss. valeria smiles widely as she trails her nose along your jawline for a short moment before she nibbles on your neck, biting and sucking lightly until you gasp loudly, your hand gripping the back of her hair tighter than before.

a soft moan leaves your mouth as she bites down harder, making a few marks that brand your skin as hers. you can feel her smirk against the skin beneath her teeth, but she eventually moves to your lips again.  you let out another whimper as she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue between your lips. she runs it over your bottom lip before sliding her tongue in past yours slowly, making sure not to make any contact with your teeth or the roof of your mouth. you open your mouth slightly as you reciprocate by pressing your tongue against hers and letting her explore your mouth slowly. 

she pulls away, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you for just a second before it drops and sticks to her and your shirt. "i missed doing this." valeria admits quietly as she kisses you again. you hum in response as she nibbles and sucks on your ear lobe, her hand traveling underneath your shirt.  it makes you shiver when she runs her fingers over your stomach, tracing little circles across your skin. you don't know how long you stay like that until you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

your lips instantly fall apart as you snap your gaze towards whoever interrupted the two of you, your cheeks hot from embarrassment and anger.

"el sin nombre..." the masked man clears his throat again, his voice a little shaky before continuing. "you're needed downstairs."

valeria lets out an annoyed sigh as she looks over her shoulder, "give us a minute." valeria says, her tone serious enough that he doesn't bother arguing.

"this won't take long, i promise." she mutters, turning back towards you. her hand slides off your waist and into yours. you intertwine your fingers together and squeeze hers reassuringly,  earning you a slight grin from valeria.

you let out a deep breath, knowing exactly what was going on here. "we'll finish this later, okay?" valeria tells you. you nod your head in reply, a faint smile gracing your lips before you lean back over the table and watch as she walks down the hall to the elevator.

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MDNI

I tried to add some more inclusive vids like male X male plus sized and fetishes

Kyle

He is mad at you for flirting with another guy

Dryhumping childhood best friend Kyle

Kyle fucks you while you're handcuffed

Sucking his dick after deployment

After he tells you I love you for the first time (mxm)

Kyle being a good boy

Kyle and his wife

Price

John teaches his rookies some respect (mxm)

You talked back Infront of the team ( god he looks so much like price - respectable drooling not from the mouth)

Husband Price

He apologised for being so long on Deployment

John price with his new insecure sergeant

Sucking older bf price

Price is hungry for your cunt

Simon

Simon uses your cum as lube (male X male)

You're not allowed to cum (mxm)

Pre military Simon fucking his first girlfriend

Just the tip love

Simon always loved them bigger

Soap

The minute he comes back from deployment (male X male)

Johnny in lingerie

The video Johnny shows when someone asks how you look

(never shows your face but your cunt is okay -idiot)

Johnny has a foot fetish

Johnny loves you

Please let me play with your tits

Johnny is a needy bastard

Extra

The video you got after sending them a nude

But why does it give Johnny and Simon "we're just friends" vibes

Threesome with Simon and Johnny

Johnny getting himself off in the barracks

Sunshine and price from my fanfic

Valeria and Alejandro sharing you

[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW2 Reaction To You Being Their Controversially Young Girlfriend

Warnings: Implied Smut, Legal Age Gap, Age Gap Relationships, Daddy Kink, Older Man/Younger Woman, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Possessive MW2, Degradation, Mention of Corruption, Mentions of Innocence, Mentions of Naivety, Praise Kink (M Giving), Implied Choking Kink, Angry Sex, Groping, Brat Taming, Man Handling/Woman Handling, Dumbification Kink, Gentle MW2, Rough MW2, Self-Consciousness, Mentions of Blood/Injury, Insecurity, Profanity, Pet Names, Fem Pronouns Used For Reader.

Ghost

Pretends he doesn’t care about the age gap, but he secretly does.

You’d never know it, but he worries that he’s roping you into a relationship – a long-term one at that – when you should be out, meeting guys, gaining life experience.

He also fears that, in some way, he’s corrupting you, that his selfish desire to keep you close to him will lead to you being targeted or you eventually resenting him.

It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him otherwise, he’s still going to worry about you.

There are a few ways you can put his mind at ease, though. Namely of the bedroom variety.

More on this later 👀.

He spoils you silly, absolutely rotten. Anything that catches that pretty little eye of yours and he’s already got it gift wrapped. He feels it’s the least he can do after you’ve shown  him that life isn’t just an endless cycle of suffering – an infinitum of anguish – that he does deserve happiness and a chance at love.

Very gentle during sex. Unless you ask him not to be.

Expect a lot of praise in bed.

Many a night have you found yourself pinned under Simon, his mouth to your ear as he pants, moaning, telling you how you’re “Such a good girl, taking me so well,” while he fills you with long, languid strokes.

Other times, he’s not so gentle.

Oftentimes, usually as a result of purposefully making Ghost jealous, have you been pinned against a hard surface – one of convenience rather than comfort – with Simon at your back, the tent in his pants catching you.

His voice is deep, husking and carnal as he reminds you who you belong to.

“Like having your pretty little cunt ravaged by an older man, don’t you, Love.”

He’s very protective of you.

He sometimes construes your young age as innocence, naivete. Hence, he never lets you out of his sight when you’re out together.

Scary dog privileges.

Absolutely feral, down bad for you: you only have to do or say the most minimal of things to make him melt, to become a slave to his adoration for you.

That being said, he’s paranoid that one day you’ll see him as he views himself and leave him for someone better – someone you deserve. Someone younger.

He’s damaged goods, you still have your whole life to live. And yet you stay with him, promise him that he’s the only man you’ll ever love.

As stated earlier, Simon can be persuaded of your dedication to him via special, particular means.

However, if you play into his insecurities, even to get a rise out of him, he’ll pounce on you, grab your wrists and pin you to a wall, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him.

And, beneath dark lashes and darker eyes, he makes a promise to you.

“Oh, you think a younger lover can pleasure you like I can?” he says, his head tilting. “Don’t you worry, Darling. I’ll fuck that idea outta that pretty little head of yours until the only thing rattling around in there is me.”

König

Somewhat insecure in your relationship. Especially when he gets disapproving glances and glares from passers-by when they note the very obvious age difference between the two of you.

But, his love for you can overcome any measure of anguish, social or otherwise.

He’s the gentlest giant you could ever hope to meet, both in and out of bed.

When he feels like it.

He treats you like you’re innocent and pure, shielding your eyes from graphic scenes on TV and gruesome stories in the newspaper.

Sometimes he has to remind himself that you’re a fully-grown woman, even if you are younger than him.

You send him absolutely feral whenever you wear his clothes btw.

Seeing as any one of his shirts could be your nightdress, he calls you his “Minnie Maus”, and treats you as such.

Pls sit on his lap, he’ll only be able to die happy once you do.

He fears judgement from others whenever you enact PDA, so to make up for his lack of willing to be physical with you in public, there isn’t a moment where you’re without him at home.

Extended periods of time in your presence tend to send him a bit…funny.

A little bit silly.

And by silly, I mean there’s a single thread of humanity keeping him from tearing your clothes off at any given second.

Especially if he’s seen a younger guy looking at you earlier in the day.

One of the few times he’ll get physical with you in public is whenever he catches someone looking at you with a glaze over their eyes he knows all too well.

He approaches you from behind, slipping a pythonic arm about your waist and pulling you into him.

Only now does your admirer look away, leave the premises entirely, once they catch sight of König’s gargantuan proportions and the rabid look in his eye.

Once you get home, he’s on you before you can even shut the door.

It’s times like these that König doesn’t feel insecure about the age gap between you.

Because he knows, no matter how little you’re willing to admit it, that nobody will ever be able to make you scream and cry and tremble like he can.

“Did you like that boy’s attention earlier, Maus?” he says, his eyes cattish and voice serpentine. He bears down on you, his hand about your throat as the other travels under your skirt.

“Is my love not enough? Are my affections wasted on you?”

His eyes glint in the dim light of the bedroom. His teeth look sharper – primal – in the low glow of the bedside lamp.

“No matter. I’ll make you remember how much you need me,” he presses into you. The bulge between his legs feels far too big for you to take.

“Inch by bloody inch.”

Valeria

You’re her little Angel, her Goddess, the light of her life and her reason for living.

That does not exempt you from her teasing, however.

Sexual or otherwise.

She’s particularly fond of randomly grabbing your backside when she’s walking past, or smacking it so hard that you yelp and she’s grinning from ear to ear.

Even if you use your puppy-dog eyes on her, disobedience is not accepted under her roof.

In fact, trying to wriggle out of any punishment she has planned is enough to make her grab you and pin you to a wall, her grip unrelenting as she sucks and bites your neck, leaving harsh red marks and a sense of helplessness as she does what she pleases with you.

“Don’t go fucking around behind my back again, Chiquita,” she tells you, her nose touching yours and her eyes black. She brings her knee between your legs, pressing into you.

“Or next time I won’t just stop at your throat.”

She loves dressing you up in the finest clothing money (and a ghastly reputation) can buy.

She thrives on having you hanging off her arm like a dog on a leash; she gets to show you off to her subordinates and business partners who know they’ll never even have the thought of having a chance with you entertained.

Valeria’s mood can fluctuate in bed.

Sometimes, she treats you like a common whore she found on the street, fucking every ounce of rage, hate and venom into you until some part of you’s left bleeding as Valeria’s panting on top of you, her lips to your cheeks as she kisses your tears away with a whiplash-inducing gentleness she seemed incapable of minutes ago.

Most of the time, she’s loving and kind, putting your needs above her own.

Sure, she still teases you, makes you work for her love and dedication, but you know she’d do anything for you.

You can tell in her tone as she tells you of how she would “Scorch the earth if only to find a fragment of you in the wreckage.”

You disappearing or being taken from her is her biggest fear, and at night she holds you tightly against her chest, your buffer against the world she would sooner see in flames than relinquish you to.

Price

He’s so father-coded fr.

He calls you his little girl, his Princess, Love, Darling, Dollie — anything that highlights your fragile nature.

Shows you off to his friends just so he can show them what they’re missing. He adores the feeling of you curling further into him under the eyes of his task force, the look in their eyes relating something savage, primal, as they look at your bare thighs – the pinnacle of which shadowed by John’s shirt – and watch something they can never have, never touch.

John hides his insecurity well, but he does secretly worry about the age gap.

Especially when he watches younger men looking at you in ways he does.

The difference being that, while they offered you the world and would give you nothing, you are John’s world.

When you can tell John’s feeling worried, comforting him is a surprisingly easy task.

A kiss to the temple and the promise that he’s the only man for you is usually enough to put his mind at ease and make his face break out into a smile.

On the rare occasion it isn’t, however, alternative methods are at your disposal.

E.g. screaming John’s name into the night as your nails drag down the expanse of his back, bodies scorching as he brings you to tears with his touch and his unrelenting pace.

He will absolutely hold his rank/age over you when he’s like this, no longer a point of contention or shame for him as he tells you he’s the “Only one who can make you whimper like a fuckin’ dog,”

“Such a good girl for me, my good little cocksleeve,” he rasps in your ear as he bounces you on top of him, his hands about your waist, preventing you from fleeing or falling off.

“God, you’re so beautiful — so— fuck— gorgeous.” He’s panting, gasping, growling.

“And all mine.”

Horangi

You’re the only thing that matters to him.

At this point, he only remains as a military contractor to ensure that he can keep you in the style to which you are accustomed.

Calls you 자기야 (Jagiya – Honey, Darling).

His favourite thing to do is sit you between his legs and wrap around you like armour.

In case you couldn’t tell, he’s highly protective of you.

You can make him do absolutely anything — he’s at your beck and call.

You can get him to buy you anything if you give him what he likes to call ‘kitten eyes’ eyes.

Even if you’re being a brat, he remains calm and treats you like his little angel, his sweetpea.

Unless you push him too far.

At which point, he won’t hesitate to tame you if you try your luck.

He’ll have you bent over his lap, holding you down with his forearm as he turns your thighs and backside red-raw with the slap of his belt.

“Don’t start crying now, 자기 — you brought this on yourself.”

He never fails in the aftercare department, though.

Always filling your head with words of affirmation as he bathes you, carrying you to bed and tending to your skin with soothing creams and soft touches.

Hong-jin goes super feral crazy when you call him 오빠.

A common honorific used towards any man older than the person using it.

Even if you don’t understand the implications of it, Hong-jin does. And yes, it does tend to make him a bit silly.

Silly enough to know that he’s not going to last long and needs to get home ASAP to deal with…something.

Which he also makes your problem, pressing messy, desperate kisses to your lips as he tries to get his shirt off, your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat skyrocketing.

“I need you, (Y/N),” he says, breathless, almost growling. Yet, his eyes are wide, pleading. A doe-eyed prince with the aura of a wolf king. “And I’ll have every inch of you.”

Alejandro

Pre-established passionate lover.

One who is fiercely protective over you.

If anyone — and I mean anyone — catcalls you, makes passes at you, or even looks at you in the wrong way, Alejandro makes sure to enact righteous fury upon them.

He’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re 110% satisfied, regardless of context.

You want a new wardrobe ? It’s done. A new car ? All yours. You need Alejandro now and it can’t wait ? Why, how can he say no when you whine like that, when you tug at his sleeve and tuck your head against his shoulder.

He calls you “mi Princesa” and makes sure everybody knows you’re his and he’s yours.

A thorough lover is how you might describe him.

Especially after he’s so willing to bend you against the nearest surface to get you off, no matter the time of day.

You can bring him to his knees with just a look. Turn him from the most respected soldier in his department into a feral wolf.

Which, if you play your cards right, can end very well for both of you.

Alejandro likes to play a game whenever you’re riding him.

He grabs you by your hips and anchors you on top of him.

“Let’s see how long you can hold on for, mi Corazón,” he says, flashing you a sultry smile before he’s bucking into you at the pace of a mechanical rodeo horse at full speed.

“Holding on” can mean anything from not being pounded off Ale’s hips to staving off your orgasm for as long as you can.

Failure to do either is when you see Alejandro at his most wicked. When he’s all teeth, a shark’s grin, his eyes dark and his voice low as he tells you that he needs to “Train your endurance. How else are you going to take me again, hm?”

Needless to say, you’ll be lucky to be able to get out of bed the next day.

Rodolfo

His heart beats only for you. And as a result, he treats you like royalty.

As he should.

You want it ? You got it. 

In abundance.

You have the best of everything and Rudy loves nothing more than seeing your face light up when you receive one of his many gifts.

That, and having you sat on his lap, raking your fingers through his hair as he tells you about his day.

He omits the more gruesome details, fearing he’ll taint you with the blood on his hands if he doesn’t.

Speaking of lap-sitting, it’s your one-way ticket to an eventful afternoon with Rudy.

Cockwarming is his go-to, your legs wrapped about his waist as he fills out reams of paperwork, pressing kisses to your shoulder and telling you “What a good girl you’re being, mi amor,”

Be prepared for a tidal wave of praise for doing the bare minimum.

It doesn’t matter if Rudy’s topping or bottoming, he’s going to let you know how you’re making him feel, how nobody will ever ensnare him like you do.

“I love you,” he rasps, eyes half-lidded and skin glistening with sweat as you take him.

“I love you, I love you so much–” He growls, back arching into you as you catch a sensitive area. His chest is heaving and his eyes are dark.

“I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

Graves

This guy was made to have a controversially young girlfriend.

Calls you “Babydoll”, “Babygirl”, “Little Lady”, etc.

He unironically refers to himself as “Daddy”.

E.g. “You were eyein’n up that necklace for a while, Darlin’…” His hand slips to the crotch of his jeans, rocking his bulge into his palm.

“Maybe if you ask Daddy real nicely, he’ll get it for you.”

He’s actually very caring. He’d buy you the world if it meant seeing you smile.

He never expects anything from you in return.

He just can’t pass up the opportunity to have you in his arms, to touch you.

Graves can tend to go overboard with the gifts, though.

Calls you “young thing” when he’s feeling humourous.

On the flip-side, he can (and will) use your age gap against you. Like Price, but more Southern.

He’ll be very condescending when he’s mad, tending to use terms that undermine how intelligent and capable you really are.

“If you’d just listened to me and gotten it through your tiny head that I’m doing what’s best for you, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

On the flip-flip-side, he uses your age gap as a jumping-off point into…dubious activities.

#1 dumbification kink enjoyer.

He’s a switch with top lean, what can I say.

“Can’t do anything without me, can you, Sweetheart.” It’s not a question. His eyes are too serious, too stern, for it to be. He’s  pounding into you, hands either side of your head, caging you beneath him.

Between his panting, he presses a wet, uncoordinated kiss to your lips.

“I’ll make sure you can’t even think without me by the time I’m done with you.”

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umm poly!141 + valeria and simon with his fingers shoved into your mouth telling you not to be too loud bc ‘you dont want mommy to hear me ruining her li’l girl, do you?’ and being able to feel simon’s hips stutter every time you buck up at the mention of her and the way he has to muffle a moan into your chest when you start crying because of how sensitive you’re getting

brother this made my kitty flutter im shaking at work

simon’s pressing the taunts on your skin, dragging the words like fiery kisses until he’s digging sharp canines into the tender press of your jugular. he laughs at the rumbled sound of your broken keen, your tongue useless between the spaces of his fingers, and chances a knowing glance at the gleaming red dot snug in the shelf, between your collection of books.

he knows they're watching him ruin you, sweet girl.

simon laps at the angry dent his teeth left and pulls back just enough to see your pretty face, all wet and blotchy from your tears. you look so utterly ruined, debauched in that pornographic way that sends a storm of tremors racing down his synapses, and he thinks how he gets it now—

valeria's mocking croons; her heavy hand against your supple skin; her detachment, the one she slips in so easily when it comes to you.

being mean to you is such a prize.

"y'know mommy hates it when we play with her darlin' without her," simon murmurs, eyes flicking down to where he is connected to you, watching raptly at the glistening ring of your cunny, puffy from overuse, as he pulls out slowly, deliberate in prolonging the dizzying itch. he knows you don't like it when they're like this—punishingly slow, forcing your pussy to adjust to the wrongness of being empty. all hollowed.

only when the head is left does he look back at you. he curls his brows, faux worry, before pressing down on your tongue again. then, he whispers, almost like the two of you are sharing a sweet secret, "so be quiet f'me, yeah? we don't want mommy t'be angry."

you couldn't even give him a proper reply, one that would surely be gargled, before simon snaps his hips snug to your pelvis, bullying all of his cock back in your weeping cunt. the reaction is instantaneous—pussy spraying, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, and a wretched cry tearing from your throat.

simon grins and he knows it looks unkind.

"puta madre," valeria laughs, plucking the cigar that john passed to her, and turns to look at him. "your boy fucks good."

john chuckles, deep baritones almost reverberating.

"doesn't he?" he replies, pride curling in his words.

in the silence, they turn back to the screen and watch; their own need growing, burning, ready to lash out.

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Part five: strap on 🩷 Kinktober Masterlist 🩷

Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, strap on, overstimulation, mommy kink, lesbians in love

- Aw, what’s the matter hermosa? Is it too much for you to take? - Valeria tutted at your squealing, her fingers gripping your thighs even harder, blunt nails leaving bright semi-circles on your skin. Her hips snapped hard against yours, 7 inch strap burying deep inside your raw pussy, silicone tip of was nudging your poor cervix, causing a small bulge to appear on your tummy.

- Can’t… Can’t take more mommy, - you whined, writhing in her tight grip. She’s been at it for hours, holding your legs opened wide, fucking you into a babbling senseless mess, wringing one orgasm out of you after another. Your whole body shook with intensity of pleasure, toes curling every time Valeria shoved all of her length in your sopping cunt, your juices covering her lower stomach, causing bronze skin glisten wetly.

- It’s up to me wether you can take more or not, - her stern voice boomed, dominant tone she uttered these words with made your cunny clench desperately around thick shaft, eyes rolling back into your skull as it grazed all the sweetest spots inside of you repeatedly. - Look at you, so pretty on mommy’s strap. You’ve been thinking about this whole day, haven’t you? Sending me those photos like a needy little bitch, just wanting me to destroy you completely.

You only managed to nod your head, too cockdrunk to form a coherent sentence. You did feel needy, thinking that sending Valeria a few nudes in that sexy new set you got recently was a good idea. Well, it worked all too well - her bending you over first flat surface in your house seconds after finally getting back home, nimble fingers scissoring your drooling pussy open before fucking her biggest strap inside of your greedy warmth, making you purr and squeal under your wife’s rough touch.

Valeria reached for your tits, grabbing a handful of soft pudge, cruel fingers twisting your nipple out, mixing slight pain into concoction of pleasure, turning your brain into thoughtless mush. Her other had was busy bullying your swollen clit, each swipe of calloused fingertip against exposed tip sent electric shocks running up and down your spine, setting your nerves alight. Your back arched off soft mattress, hands gripping onto now messy sheets, needing something to hold onto.

- Fuck, mami, gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please… - you wailed, a heavy feeling setting in the pit of your stomach, thick strap ramming in and out of you along with Valeria’s relentless abuse on your clit drew you closer to your orgasm. Your eyes watered with tears of pleasure as you gazed up at Garza, a smug smirk curled her lips as black eyes studied your every smallest feature intently.

- Yes, you can cum, - she said finally, her voice a bit breathy from exertion with which she was fucking you. And with that a dam broke - thick pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, subduing all the colors and sounds around, only leaving place for pure euphoria to ripple through your veins.

Valeria fucked you through your high, prolonging it as much as she could, trying to burn your precious expression in her brain, sexy sounds of your release made her heart beat faster with excitement. As you slowly came back to your senses a satisfied grin made its way onto your flushed face; you puckered out your lips indicating that you wanted a kiss, in which Valeria gladly indulged.

There really wasn’t anything else Valeria needed - all she has ever longed for was here, laying underneath her and giggling at her in post-coital giddiness, causing Garza’s cold soldier heart to skip a beat at intensity of her adoration for you.

But well, maybe pulling one more orgasm out of you would make Valeria even happier?

[blingblong55]

Fishnets- Valeria Garza NSFW

Based on a request

F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, F!sub-Reader x F!Dom- Valeria

(If you want an M!reader version please let me know)

A sexual relationship with the enemy sounded better each time you and she spent the night and early mornings in each other's arms, moaning and whimpering each other's name. It all started after Los Vaqueros betrayed you, and left you to die on enemy grounds. Valeria thought you needed some interrogation so for nights on end she was the one who would torture and please you but that was only when you would give her good information on Los Vaqueros.

As days and nights turned into weeks and months, you and she started to grow some more sexual tension amongst each other. She no longer pleased you when you gave her what she wanted but rather when she needed to release some of her own pleasure. Nights, when she held a knife to your throat, turned to nights when she kissed your body, pleased all your sensitive spots.

Soon, you were no longer the enemy to her but rather her lover and toy to use. She'd make you wear short skirts and short dresses, for all to see the territory she had claimed the night before. All her soldiers knew who you had become to their leader, they never disrespected you but rather protected you from any enemy and threat you'd encounter on days Valeria wanted you to go and buy pretty dresses to wear for her.

Days, when she would remember how the Vaqueros left you behind, were when she'd record you and her having sex. You rode her thigh as she slapped your already abused tits, moaning louder by the second as she made you look into the camera and moan her name. "Fuck...please...please I need more!" you whimper as she slaps your tits again, harder this time. When you and her started to record such moments, she knew she wanted to add something more to your body, piercings. Your hardened nipples wearing red dangly jewels, tongue pierced for when she made you eat her out.

At times, she wears some strapons and makes you ride her this way, for the camera and for her own pleasure. Tonight was almost the same. She wanted you to be at some meeting for her, fishnets, a short little skirt and a tight shirt where your tits almost showed off completely to the rest of the men in the room. You sat on her lap, she would caress your thighs and if she was bored, she'd slide her hands under your skirt and slowly rub her fingers at your wet entrance. "Wish I could fuck you on this table, hermosa." She whispers There were times that if you misbehaved she would not allow you to wear panties, but that was just on rare occasions.

After the meeting was done, she and you went upstairs. Closed shut, lights dimmed and you pushed into the bed. She slowly spread your legs open, crawling to your wet slit. A vibrator in hand as she slowly begins to turn it on and place it on you. Once you let out the first moan, she turns it off and ties your hands to the bed frame. She slowly begins to undress you, kissing and nibbling on your soft skin. Your soft and delicate moans fill the room, pleasing her ears with each taste she gets from you.

Valeria soon removed all the layers of clothing you had on, and small moans left her as she began to ride your thigh. Her wet cunt on your thighs, giving you pleasure of your own. You became wetter and even more sensitive when she placed a vibrator in your cunt. Your hips moved a little, back arching more and more, legs shaking a little, and your sweet moans fed her ego. She moans more when her own cunt becomes more sensitive, before she reaches climax, she gets off your thigh, lowers herself and her tongue meets your wet cunt.

She removes the vibrator, hands either on your hips or griping your thighs. You eventually reach your own climax and scream her name in pleasure. She slaps your sensitive cunt, spitting on it and continuing to eat you out as you beg for mercy. She pushes your lower abdomen once her fingers are inside of you, and your tears run down as you become even more sensitive to her touches.

With more thrusts of her fingers into you, the more moans and whimpers she'd get out of you. You squirted a bit and she happily got back to eating you out. She moaned and made eye contact as she savoured your delicious fluids. If you were too flustered and had to look away she'd slap your cunt and make you look at her.

After she is done with you, she unties you and grabs a towel, cleaning your body. Leaving kisses as she praises you. "You did so well for me." Her kisses turned softer as she cuddled your body. You are both tired and holding each other as more kisses turn into pillow talk. Soon you both slept, holding the other after another beautiful night together.

A/N: Was this okay? I really hope it was and if it wasn't sorry

Tags: @teethsex

[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

[boolger]

BOOLGER'S COD FIC MASTERLIST

AO3 link || 12 fics

MDNI

Remembering to read all the tags on AO3!!

I will be using this template: Ship ☆ Rating ☆ status ☆ AO3 link ☆ Tumblr link ☆ wordcount ☆ 5 of the tags

☆ ADVENTURES OF 141'S BUNNY

Fem!reader x Poly!TF141 ☆ explicit ☆ wip ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 43k+ words 5 of the tags: smut, barracks bunny, group sex, lots of kinky stuff, polyamory

☆ MAMI’S OMEGA

Fem!reader x Valeria Garza ☆ explicit ☆ finished ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 20k words 5 of the tags: omegaverse, non-con, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, mommy kink. Dead dove do not eat

☆ THE HERON CLUB

Fem!reader x poly!TF141 ☆ explicit ☆ finished☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 50,5k words 5 of the tags: omegaverse, mob fic, animal and human hybrids, drug addiction, kidnapping.

☆ SMITTEN WITH YOU

Fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit ☆ finished ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 2,3k words 5 of the tags: falling in love, smut, short fic, fwb to lovers, short mention of blood.

☆ MY PERFECT PUPPY

Fem!reader x John Price ☆ explicit ☆ finished ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 7,9k words 5 of the tags: non-con, kidnapping, dark!reader, stockholm syndrome, dead dove do not eat.

☆ SO LONG AS IM YOUR FAVORITE TOY

fem!reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley ☆ explicit ☆ finished ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 1,6k words 5 of the tags: dark!Simon, smut, slight non-con, car sex, humiliation

☆ A LOVE LETTER TO GAZ

GN!reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick ☆ Teen and up ☆ finished☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 350 words 5 of the tags: genderneutral!reader, being in love, kissing, short and sweet

☆ Better than a mercy kill (isn’t it?)

F!reader x Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley ☆ explicit ☆ finished☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 2k words 5 of the tags: unhealthy relationship , dark, kidnapping, isolation, mention of mercy killing

☆ I’M DANGEROUS

F!reader x Kate ‘Watcher-1’ Laswell ☆ explicit ☆ WIP☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 9k words 5 of the tags: kidnapping, bad humour, mobster au, blackmailing, smut

☆ THE DESK

F!reader x John Price ☆ explicit ☆ finished ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 1k words 5 of the tags: hybrid!reader, dead dove dont eat, kidnapping, non-con, spanking

☆ THE WEREWOLVES OF STONEMILL

F!reader x poly!141 ☆ explicit ☆ wip ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 1k words 5 of the tags: werewolf, dead dove dont eat, kidnapping, non-con, omegaverse

☆ FEET

F!reader x John Price ☆ explicit ☆ finished☆AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ words 5 of the tags: Feet kink, underdiscussed kink, p in v, rough sex, overstimulation

☆ BREED MY PUPPY

F!reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley, f!reader x John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x John price ☆ explicit ☆ finished☆AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ words 5 of the tags: CNC, Puppy play, breeding kink, owner/pet kink, dacryphilia

☆ THE GHOST FROM THE PAST HAS A BIG DI- (Macgyver crossover)

Jack Dalton x Angus 'Mac' Macgyver x Simon 'Ghost' Riley ☆ explicit ☆ finished☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 7,3k words 5 of the tags: threesome, smut, cnc, kinky stuff, voyerism

[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW2 Reaction to You Being A Virgin

Warnings: 18+, Implications of Smut, Corruption Kink, Purity Kink, Innocence Kink, Ownership Kink, Age Gap, Implied Slight Yandere Graves Inexperience, Objectification, Dominant MW2, Soft MW2, Gaz is anxious :-( but trying his best, MW2 Trying To Be Smooth, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

Ghost

The fact that you, innocent, are his to love and corrupt sends white-hot anticipation between his legs.

He’s imagined what you’d be like in bed: how you’d take him, the sounds you’d make. Of course he has – practically everyone on Base has.

But now, his fantasies are tinged with something feral. A primal need to show you that he is the best choice for you (even if he doesn’t believe it himself) – the only one strong enough and skilled enough to be yours and to make you his.

He’s fantasised about you looking up at him with doe eyes while he pins your wrists to the mattress, voice meek as you tell him, as if it’s a secret, that you’ve “Never done this before…”

He can’t live without it. The fact that he can – will – be your first time. Satisfy you in ways nobody else will ever be able to compete with.

He’d never admit it, but a dark part of him has plagued him with ideas of ravaging and corrupting you, about making your first time so pleasurable and carnal that nobody will ever be able to satisfy you as he can.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart,” he tells you, taking your chin between his fingers. He lowers his lips to your ear. You don’t see the dark gleam in his eye. Don’t see the deliciously dark idea cross his mind – the impulse to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to feel anything, nevermind pain. And he makes a promise to you anyway.

“I’ll take care of you.”

König

“Thought as much.” König’s words are blunt yet sharp.

“Seeing as you have everyone wrapped around your finger, it’s clear you have no regard for the way you conduct yourself.”

You may construe König’s words as mean. Derogatory, even. He means it as a compliment. Even if you don’t know it yet.

“You think I don’t see the way you flaunt yourself in front of the soldiers – thinking that you’ll be able to get away with it without consequence.”

König’s frame towers over you. His gaze is ice, and any trace of the socially anxious soldier you knew is gone.

“I wonder how you like it.” he muses aloud. His voice is tinged with something unreadable. Venomous.

“How you’ll take it. Rough, gentle…” His eyes narrow.

“Mean.”

He’s boxed you in with his stature alone.

“Makes no difference to me,” he tells you. Deceptively calm. And then, an offer. One you can’t refuse.

“I’ll fuck you every which way until I find what makes you scream the loudest.”

Soap

“Oh, really?” he says, eyebrow quirked and a hidden smile teasing his lips.

Johnny really couldn’t care less that you’ve never had sex before. But, the fact that you shared this information with him – albeit after he steered the conversation towards more…intimate topics – gave him hope that you were hinting towards something.

Something that Johnny’s wanted since he realised he was massively, whorishly down bad for you.

From his position opposite you, against the kitchen counter, he takes a step forward.

“I suppose you’re not very experienced then, are you?”

He advances until he’s in front of you. A wolf and a lamb. Close enough that you can smell his cologne.

His eyes are piercing, but there is a softness behind them. Something that writhes and wants and needs.

His hands come to rest upon the counter behind you. Nowhere for you to run. The heat from his body is scorching.

“Though, I’d be more than happy to…” His voice husks. “Beef up your résumé.”

Valeria

Corruption kink to the MAX

Valeria is a territorial, dominant woman – that much is easy to see.

And the fact that you haven’t had anyone else before her just does something to her.

Alters her brain chemistry permanently.

There’s not one soldier, police officer or government official she doesn’t own in Las Almas.

So why shouldn’t she own you, too?

Now she’s thinking of every conceivable way she’s going to take ownership of you.

She thinks about it so often that she struggles to complete her paperwork without having to disperse the issue before she can continue.

But be warned: there will come a day when satisfying herself just won’t cut it. When she’s going to seek you out and ruin you.

“It might hurt at first, mi Amor,” she tells you, hand stroking your cheek, coming down to your jaw. “But trust me when I say that–”

Her hand grips your jaw. Tight. A viper’s strike. A fire burns in her eyes and the corners of her lips curl up in a cruel smile.

“I’ll make it hurt a whole lot more if you don’t do as I say.”

Price

Given his age, Price has had his fair share of experiences.

But that doesn’t harden him to the simple fact that you haven’t.

In his eyes, there’s something endearing about how you’ve yet to give yourself to another person.

Another person that, he hopes, will someday be him.

The idea makes something in him stir. The fact that the difference between your age and his makes him that much more confident in his ability to please you in ways no mere boy can makes him anxious to act.

“Oh. Is that right, Love?” He says, eyes light and his smile dangerous.

“S’ppose you’re waiting for the right person.” His posture is inviting. Tempting. Belies the rush he’s feeling — the desire to have you at his mercy in the most carnal sense.

“Pretty little thing like you, you could have your fill of men.”

He’s angling for something. His face says it all.

He steps towards you. Again. Again. He’s in front of you.

His chest is almost to yours. His smile is shallow now. Strained. Like his pants.

“Probably looking for someone with experience.”

He thrives on the way your chest flutters. His does, too, but it’s masked beneath a  heavy stare.

“And trust me, Love,” his voice is low. A message for you and you alone as he brings his lips to your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“I’ve got plenty to spare.”

Horangi

You don’t hear it for his mask, but Horangi lets out a shuttered breath.

“That’s why you’re always so quiet when sex talk comes up.”

He says it as a fact, but you take it as a question. You nod.

Horangi’s arms unfurl from his chest, come to rest at his sides. He’s looking at you.

Even through the layers of his mask, his gaze is heavy. Leaden.

He steps towards you. His frame, broad, fills your vision.

You can hear how heavy his breathing has become. How thick the air is.

How much he’s trying to restrain himself.

“How about a deal,” he proposes. Commands.

“You give me something to have a nice, long, hard think about,” his hips are to yours. You feel him pressing against you.

“And I’ll give you something to talk about.”

Alejandro

“You surprise me, mi amor,” he says, natural as anything. As if he already knew.

“I’d have thought someone would have swooped in and claimed you by now.”

Truth be told, Alejandro wanted to be that somebody so badly that it made him ache in places he’d rather not think about. Especially when you’re already making containing himself incredibly difficult with that pouting, wide-eyed, innocent look.

God, you had no idea what you were doing to him.

“Or…are you saving yourself for someone specific?”

Before you, his frame is broad and imposing even without all his military gear on.

He takes your chin between his fingers. Tilts your head so your gaze can’t escape his. A shiver runs up his spine at the sound of your breath stuttering.

His words aren’t rhetorical. He’s pulled the answer from you – seen it in your eyes.

“Or are you just waiting for a man who knows how to take care of you?”

Rodolfo

“O-oh!” Rudy chokes out. His cheeks are already giving way to a telltale pink. He tries to cover it.

“But– you’re so pretty and smart and kind – I thought you’d have a boyfriend by now!”

In some ways, Rudy’s a bit of a traditionalist: his mind still jumps to the idea that you’d typically only be intimate with someone you’re already in a relationship with.

Not that he’d judge you if this were not the case for you.

But he sees his chance. And he takes it.

“Well, if you’re not with anyone, then…would you like to go out sometime? With me?”

His eyes are wide and filled with hope – something you’d never have expected from a  man in such a brutal line of work.

Sex is the last thing on his mind right now: truly, he’s so taken in with the idea that you’re single and available that your sexual status means very little to him.

Though, that isn’t to say he hasn’t thought about you like that before, or that he hasn’t spent many a night with his face smothered with pillows as your name escapes from between his lips, panting, moaning.

That’s a little secret for you to uncover later in your relationship…

Graves

“So you’re tellin’ me that no one’s had the privilege of fuckin’ that pretty little ass of yours?”

Graves sure has a way with words.

For all his slimy business practices, this is the one time he’s genuinely surprised. Unable to be slick.

He puts his game face on. Gives you a half-lidded stare and lowers his voice. His heart hammers: he conceals it behind a cool tone.

“Well, colour me impressed, Angel,” he says. A hand comes to the hem of your shirt, takes it between slow, intentional fingers. He has to resist the urge to look at your chest when he pulls the fabric taut.

“And here I was thinkin’ I already knew everything about you.”

He’s moving in before you can analyse his statement. Before you can begin to understand how badly this man has lusted after you – how deeply entrenched in your life he’s become. And all without you knowing.

He places a hand on the wall behind you. Presses himself closer to you.

“How much to let me be the first,” he drawls. Your eyes widen. His thin smile grows.

“And last.”

Gaz

Bless his little cotton socks, he doesn’t know what to do with both this information and himself.

See, despite being incredibly intelligent, Gaz is still the youngest of the 141, so he’s not entirely accustomed to situations like this.

He can’t tell if you’re hinting, flirting, or just telling him something about yourself.

He remembers what Soap taught him, though.

Should a situation arise where someone is flirting with you, just use your intuition and don’t fuck it up.

Gaz leans against the doorframe, almost misses, scrambles to resume his ideal posture.

“Oh, so we’re more similar than you’d think, then.”

He can feel Soap banging his head against a wall. Jesus, Gaz – at least try to impress (Y/N) !

At your raised eyebrow and your playful “Oh?” Gaz coughs. His voice lowers.

“But…” he steps closer. “Maybe we can un-virgin each other.”

Long story short, Gaz has no idea what he’s talking about. But, somehow, his nervous disposition and pretty boy charm have enamoured you. And you may have told him you’d take him up on his offer 👀.

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[sky-is-the-limit]

I'm not breathing okay.

[tojisun]

SUNNY LOOK I FOUND SOMETHING FOR YOU

it's a p link

valeria... and alejandro????? you pick the positions

okay love you lots bye bye

holy shit

getting fucked from the back by alejandro while eating valeria out—oh but that’s the dream.

thing is, alejandro and valeria hate each other. they can’t even tolerate being in the same room together, but it all changed when you came into the picture. all of a sudden, they are amiable together; not really kind to each other but good enough that you don’t notice the tension.

alejandro still ices her out though and valeria had once fired a warning shot a breadth away from his head, but that’s all water under the bridge when you pull the two of them in your room.

you beg for alejandro’s cock and valeria snarls, parting her legs open, calling your name and beckoning you towards the ambrosia dripping from her pussy.

“cariño,” she rasps out as you nuzzle close, lapping fast and licking in deep, your nose brushing against the underside of her folds, making her weak. “mi chispa—”

alejandro wouldn’t admit it but seeing the two of you sets him ablaze, the embers of his desire licking up, up, up—

until it devours him whole.

it is intoxicating. dizzying.

he makes eye contact with valeria as he bullies his cock in your wet cunt and covers your body with his bulk, fucking you deeply and softly, so overwhelming that you buckle out of valeria’s pussy.

he keeps the eye contact as he leans forward and brushes a shy kiss on her clit.

valeria tightens her grip on your hair, pulling you close again, desperate for your mouth. she tried to smother the way her heart stuttered at the shy way alejandro nuzzled close.

(and you? well, you aren’t that oblivious.)

[captjprice]

Valeria x reader, reader made a nice dinner but valeria couldnt wait until dessert

Valeria Garza x F!Reader

Dessert has a different meaning for Valeria.

A/n: no comment

Mentions: Nsfw, fingering, cunnillingus, domvaleria, subreader, degrading(?), overstimulation

Pleas fall onto deaf ears as you paw at Valeria's shirt, trying to get her to listen to you. Your ass presses uncomfortably into the dinner table that she's pushing you against, her hands wandering over your body. ''Please. Dessert can wait, mi belleza,'' She pleads, giving a soft squeeze at your waist, trying to convince you.

Valeria was definitely not one for quickies, often too busy or enjoying the peace and quiet to do something inbetween, but now she seemed so needy.. You give a look, one that tells her that you want this, but you put effort into this meal, even the dessert.. But you find no real room for arguing when she tugs at your shirt, latching her lips onto your neck. You whine, your hand absentmindedly running up to tangle in her hair, and your head leans back. ''Okay, mmh.. Val, we can go to the bedroom..''

A loud laugh comes from Valeria, and she shakes her head. Her hands trail to your ass, pulling you up to sit on the table. ''Bedroom? Why? This table will be fine.'' She says simply, pushing you further on it. ''You can't be serious!'' You shriek, eyes wide as you watch her run her hands over your thighs. She seems deadly serious. 

''What do you want first, my fingers or my mouth?'' Valeria asks softly, already making work of your pants, unbuttoning them. ''Hips. Up.'' She says bluntly, and it snaps you out of your little trance, and you raise your ass so she can slide the pants out from under them. ''Um, oh, what did you say?'' You repeat sheepishly, squirming a little as she raises your leg and kisses your calf. ''My fingers, or my mouth. Which one first?'' The question has you blinking, staring at her.

Valeria's so fucking pretty, half-grinning at you as her hands rub along your leg. ''Maybe both, hm? I bet you'd prefer that.'' She says lowly, leaning forward to give you a long kiss, ghosting her fingertips across your panties. It's no wonder you're soaked, and Valeria grins at the feeling of it. ''Both, then. Your pussy's answering for me,'' She hums, lowering to her knees. 

''Valeria, we can just go to the bedroom, we don't have to do this here–'' You squeal, halting when she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, tugging you so that your lower half hangs off the table, ''Oh, my god..'' You let out. Lord, this woman is dedicated. You watch as she gazes at your underwear, before grabbing at them and tearing them open. The sound of it makes you jolt, and you huff. ''I liked those.'' Valeria scoffs, tossing the remainder of them to the side. ''I'll buy you new ones. Prettier ones, with lace around the edges.''

The thought of her doing that for you makes your cheeks burn, and your lips part slightly as she inches closer to your dripping core. Valeria grins, acting like you're the prettiest sight ever.

Well, you are to her.

''It's a little pathetic, no? A few words, all that's needed to get you all hot and bothered. Already making a mess before we've started.'' Her words makes everything feel warm, not just your cheeks this time. The humiliation, she loved it. Loved watching you squirm and become shy. ''Valeria..'' You moan, moving your hips slightly so she'll get the memo. ''Impatient,'' Valeria grumbled, her hands tightly gripping your thighs as she moves even closer, her breath fanning over your pussy. You sigh in response.

She's not really one to tease, not when you're waiting for her like this. Valeria's tongue darts out to teasingly lick over your clit, and the first feeling of stimulation makes you let out a breathy noise. She continues to give kitten licks, before gently adjusting one of your legs to rest on her shoulder, leaving her with a free hand.

Her lips close around your clit, nipping at it. ''Oh, my god.'' You cry, to which Valeria hums before pulling back. ''No god here, only me.'' You want to smack her, but you feel like jelly. Everything does, especially when she puts her mouth back on you, that free hand of hers ghost over your folds. Her middle finger rubs along, gathering some of your slick before she presses it inside of you, knuckle deep.

You swear only she can draw out the most unholy noises out of you like this, only work her mouth like this on you. She keeps her hands still, only keeping her attention focused on your clit instead of your cunt. In a pathetic attempt you buck your hips, trying to get some more feeling from her hand. She gives a disapproving hum, still busy on your pussy as she decides she'll give you what you want– just this once. 

She pumps her hand, albeit slowly and keeps her eyes trained on you, relishing in the way you whine and throw your head back. Your hips move, trying to go along with the rhythm. It's a shame she won't have you cumming on her mouth this time, she thinks.

Valeria abruptly pulls away, but compensates by speeding her hand up a little bit. ''Mm.. Look at you, you're so needy,'' She pushes you back up the table so you won't slide off. ''You're just a little pretty toy, no?'' She leans in, and she adds another finger into your sopping cunt. The squelching sounds echo through the kitchen, and you look away out of embarrassment. ''Say it. Say you're only for me.'' She demands.

You swallow, '''M just your plaything, Val– Ahh! Mhh, please.. Just for you,'' You babble, head empty as your eyes flutter closed. ''That's right.'' She cooes. She can feel and hear you getting close, your moans getting higher pitched and short. ''You gonna cum for me, pretty?'' Valeria asks, watching as you nod and open your eyes, batting those pretty lashes. Your lips are parted, practically begging for a kiss.

She's happy to give it to you, especially when you're dripping on her hand like this, just about to cum. Your moans get muffled by her lips, even when you squeal when you come undone. Your legs twitch, and you're panting, but she's still going. Her hand continues pumping in and out of you, and your hand flies to her wrist between your legs. ''Mmhh, I came, you– Nnhh.'' 

Valeria doesn't seem to care, watching through heavy lids as she smacks your hand away. You're sensitive from your orgasm, no wonder you're squirming. 

''One more, belleza, okay? Be good for me.'' She whispers to you, tugging your shirt up to expose your tits. A shameful whine escapes you, drawling out into a moan as she squeezes at your chest, leaning down to catch a nipple between her teeth. ''Oh, oh my god, Valeria, Oh..'' You're not even sure what you're saying, it just blurts out. Her tongue runs along the sensitive bud, causing you to arch into it. You're so easy to rile up, it's ridiculous.

Valeria pulls back, watching you pant. Her other hand comes down to play with your clit, and she only feels a little mean for overstimulating you like this. ''Please, oh, please, i'm gonna cum, it feels so good..'' You ramble, legs hooking around Valeria's waist as you continue to buck your hips.

''Mm, cum for me. Cum on my fingers,'' She encourages, pressing against your clit. It's all it takes for you to moan out again, shaking as she helps you through your orgasm. 

She loves seeing you like this, all blissed out and fingered dumb. After a few moments she pulls you to sit up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. ''You did so good, so how about a nice warm bath?''

[sweetiecutie]

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teacher!valeria x student!reader🫶🫶

(I imagen her and us having "study sessions" she calls us in her classroom to talk about our grades or she calls us in her classroom so she can "help" us with something that we didnt understand 😻😻and could reader be a fem?. if u dont want to do this is ok!!🫶❤️)

Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, university AU!, professor/student trope, age gap implied

A/n: this is literally so sexy, I’m about to cream my fucking pants😩

Okay, so this is a university au, in which Valeria is one of the professors. I have a feeling that she would be teaching something hard and complicated - let’s say math.

Professor Garza is very strict. She’s one of the people who value discipline and order over anything else, punishing everyone who dares disturbing it. Valeria wouldn’t think twice before giving out detentions and extra work for behavior she deems unacceptable within auditorium. Chatting during her lectures? - detention. Forgetting to do homework she gave? - detention and double the amount of exercises you had to be handed over to her due to 3 pm the next day.

Many students fear Miss Garza, many hate her, many like her; but every single one has some sort of respect for her cold and stoic demeanor. Valeria is strict and demanding , but she’s also one of the bestest - many students wish to be teached by her.

And even if it seems nearly impossible, Valeria does have favorites. Very few - 3-4 students in whole university, but boy are they privileged.

Valeria values conformity over anything else. She prefers students that are polite and well-behaved, never causing any commotion or fuss. And you happened to be just that - miss goody two shoes, one of the bestest in your year, never once failing ho hand in whatever assignment Valeria gave you, no matter how complicated or cumbersome the work was.

Garza quickly caught onto your skills, and by the end of first year she already valued you over the rest of your group. Not only the brilliance of your mind, which was capable of so many amazing thing, drew her in; you’re quite a sight for sore eye as well - clothes always neat and ironed, hair framing your pretty face perfectly no matter what, light makeup only highlighting your natural beauty. Valeria couldn’t help her eyes lingering on your soft thighs whenever you decided on wearing a skirt or a dress to uni, flooding her head with images of these exact thighs spread wide before her.

It was quite a challenge for Valeria to find any mistakes in your works. You were a smart little girl, she had no doubts about it at that point. But every time, with extreme effort, professor Garza managed to find all the little flaws in your works. They did seem ridiculous tho, something other math professors wouldn’t even deem as a mistake. So first time this happened you came up to the older woman, asking about your strangely low grade; and Valeria, voice softer with feigned sympathy, patiently explained why she had to grade you so lowly. “I hope you do better next time, hm?” She’d say with a small smile, dismissing you from her classroom. Oh how the sight of your pouting lips and teary eyes got her off

As semester drew nearer to its end your works didn’t seem to improve even a slightest bit. At this point you were convinced that it was something personal - that professor Garza simply disliked you (oh if only you knew). So it was a surprise when Valeria called out for you to stay behind as everyone was leaving after the end of her lecture. You obediently descended the stairs of high auditorium, coming to her desk, standing there patiently as all the students left.

Once alone in the room, Valeria turned to face you, one hip leaning onto the edge of her working desk. Her dark eyes gazed at you from above thin lenses of her reading glasses, arms crossed over her chest making her tits perk up teasingly from within two unmade buttons of her white blouse.

“Y/n, I wanted to talk to you about your grades” she said, her voice sounding a bit softer than usual - voice she used on you only. Your body tensed slightly at her words, your fingers gripping your books more tightly as you looked at her tentatively.

“I made a small research on your academic performance and it seems that you only struggle with my subject. Is there any particular reason to this?” She asked, concern lacing her words.

You bit your tongue, fighting back bitter words of indignation - it was Valeria’s fault only that your grades in math were so low. But you kept silent, gazing dully onto the floor under your feet. Professor Garza heaved a heavy sigh, her heart thrumming loudly within her chest at what she was about to do.

“Y/n, you’re a very smart girl, and I don’t want you to ruin your record because of arithmetics. I can give you some extra credit” she said calmly, your ears perking up at her words.

You looked up at the older woman, obviously surprised - Valeria never gave extra credit, no matter the circumstances. You blinked rapidly a few times - you won’t lose such an opportunity, you’d be a fool if you did.

“Sure, I’d be very grateful!” You said quickly, looking at Valeria with wide eager eyes.

She only smiled at your words, nodding for you to come closer. As you did, she took your books and notes out of your hands, placing them on the faraway side of her desk. “You won’t need these”

As you were going to ask what she meant her warm hand clasped around the back of your neck, slamming you against her desk. With a small squeak you were bent over the table, your cheek squished against some papers scattered on top of it. You felt Valeria’s hot chest pressing against your back, her free hand glided up and down the side of your hip as she whispered into your ear “Now I need you to be a good little girl and spread your legs wider”

And you did. Arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach, making your knees go weak as Valeria’s hand slipped in between your soft thighs - just like she always dreamed of, massaging your soft pussy through thin material of your panties.

Soon enough these same panties were shoved into your mouth to muffle all desperate cries tearing through your chest as to not disturb other professors in nearby auditoriums; three of Valeria’s long fingers fucked in and out of your drooling pussy with loud squelching sounds, her fingertips grazing that one spot deep within you, making your eyes roll and toes curl.

You exited professor Garza’s auditorium on trembling legs, your makeup and hair unnaturally messy, eyes unfocused and bleary but - most importantly - with impeccable record on arithmetics.

But to keep your math performance this way, you had to visit professor Garza some more for extracurricular activities <3

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[yandere-kokeshi]

— addicted <3

Pairing || yandere Valeria x female reader

Summary || Valeria uses an aphrodisiac on you to make you realize you need her when your escape plan fails.

Warnings || yandere behavior, dub-con, aphrodisiac, knife kink (subtle), mistress/mami kink, hair pulling (reader received), strap-on (reader received), and over-stimulation.

To say you felt hot was an understatement. It was so hot — everything was humid, sweat pouring down your face and body as your skin was sticking to your clothes. You were heaving, head resting against the back of the chair that you’re currently tied to. 

There was a sticky feeling, a burning passion in your lower stomach. It was hell. 

No matter how much you tried rubbing your thighs, it never satisfied the lechery luring in. The irritated and sopping wet skin was making you mad. Your wetness piling against your underwear. And clearly, she was enjoying it from her peering eyes in front of you. 

You have no idea how or why you stood out to the infamous Sin Nombre, but somehow you did. It was quite funny, really. You had met her by accident, running into her with a cup of coffee. The cliché way. 

At first, she was nice. Then it resulted in her being more possessive. More protective. Then when learning she was the Sin Nombre, she kidnapped you – locked you up in the famous drug house. You tried to escape, you planned it well. Or so you thought. 

It’s not right or ethical, but it’s something. Something you were willing to risk. But, she knew. Knew the entire plan. You don’t know when she noticed truly how deep your loyalty lies. Maybe she’s known since the beginning.

Currently, she has you tied in her bedroom, injected with a drug that was obviously working — the ropes digging in your legs, shoulder, and biceps. It was irritating. But not as hard as the deepening need of being touched.

You could only concentrate on the woman in front of you. Valeria, who you’ve come to know as your wife, was really attractive. But right now, she was more than attractive. Her eyes narrowed at you, left hand occupied with a cigarette as the other one swirled a glass of Whiskey; a sign of her carelessness of your now-attitude. Ignoring you.

“Are you nervous, cariña?”

You swallowed thickly. Looking at her with a cold face, even though you were heaving in sweat. You said nothing. She enjoyed your torture, smirking as if you’re the pet in a circus show. 

“I’m getting impatient,” she remarked, standing up as her boots creaked against the olden wooden-boards. She walked over, making sure to place her glass on the table nearby before circling around you – making you feel more scrutinized. 

“I must admit, you scared me.” Valeria comments. Doing one more twirl before leaning down to be eye-level with you, the room is deadly silent after her words fade. “You’ve been naughty, no?”

Though, she reached over and held your chin between her thumb and forefinger; her scent of amber and fine wood, mixed with a subtle floral note sweeping in. You could practically taste the Whiskey and cigarettes from her breathing against your cheek.

Your heart is beating out of your chest. It doesn’t help that you felt horny. All sweaty from her warm hands that send shivers down your spine and right down to your cunt. She was saying be afraid. Be obedient.

“Nadie, vendrá an ayudarte,” she whispers into your ear, her breath tickling your ear. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to ignore the flamed throb between your lower stomach and cunt, but to no avail, she smirked at your uncomfortable movements. 

You feel filthy — body covered in sweat and clothes prickly against your skin. Your hair was greasy, days of not being able to shower other than using a damp towel. But you did bring this upon yourself. It was your punishment, after all. 

Tensing at her touch, you tried glamping your thighs shut – wanting to ignore the continuous throb, the familiar need of touch. A kiss. Your arms were neatly folded behind you, but as you tried budging out of them, she let out a chuckle. 

“You look so pretty,” she cooed, her hand turning your head right into the direction she wanted you to. Her face moved closer to yours, right beside your ear, and heaved heavily. Valeria licked a strip of your outside shell, nibbling at your lobe before easing her grip onto your shoulder.

Though, as shook back up a bit, Valeria’s tongue roughly invaded your mouth, her hand gripping your hair as her tongue fought for dominance — letting her do as you please as you moaned from the friction of her thick muscle.

The two of you kissed, she moaned. Biting your lip roughly before detaching herself with a trail of saliva, making you whine out, and she let out a laugh. But, her face got serious – eyes darker than you’ve ever seen, and she kneeled down to your level once again. 

“Why did you want to escape?” she asked, her hand traveling down to your shirt before pulling out a sharpened knife, which ripping came like thunders in the air and the weight of your shirt and bra disappeared, raining down to the floor in pieces.

Her hands traveled to your breasts, giving them a rough squeeze. She started kneading at them, chuckling out at your gasping of pleasure. “Mm? Why Cariño? Do I not take good care of you?” she inquired. 

You said nothing but only whimpered. You were hot. Bothered. The state of being horny. She hummed at your silence, her smirk widening at your resistance. 

“What’s got you worked up, querido?” Valeria asked. You could pretty much see the fake frown she wore, acting all innocent. As she waited for an answer, Valeria trailed the side of the knife up and down your arm, cautiously and slowly, letting the metal cool you. Her other hand gripped your shoulder tighter. You let out a sigh at her touches, unable to really keep yourself together anymore.

You shook your head, to which, she gripped your chin harder and made you look at her, making direct eye contact with a look of devious thoughts. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

You swallowed, “It’s… It’s the—,” you lost your train of thought as Valeria’s free hand came down and cupped your tit, giving them a firm squeeze. Her thumbs took turns twisting and pulling at your hardened nipples, making you whine out in pleasure. Your skin was blazing. 

“It’s the what?” she teased on. 

You felt hot. Extremely hot and wet. 

“Oh, g–od,” you murmured, leaning your head back as she chuckles; her mouth enveloping your nipple. You forced yourself to breathe, feeling her knife travel to your stomach, circling around your belly button as she sucked and pulled at your nipples. Making sure to give each one appropriate attention.

“So needy, mi pedacito de cielo,” there was just a hint of mocking in her tone, which didn’t help the wetness still forming between your thighs. You tried clamping your thighs closed, wanting to relieve the continuous assaults.

“Ah, ah,” Valeria purred loudly, reopening your thighs forcibly with her one hand. “A bad girl doesn’t get to relieve herself until her mami says so. Understood?” 

Weakly and just as pathetically, you nodded. It was all you could do — you couldn’t trust your voice.

She sinks, grazing her hands all down your body, until she reaches your pants – hooking her fingers into the belt loops and looking up, “Be a good girl and you might win the prize.”

You feel your panties soak at her words. Weak moans escape your throat as she pulls on your nipples one last time before unbuttoning your pants, slightly lifting you up as she slid them and your soaked underwear off. 

“So wet for me,” Valeria cooed, picking up the knife once again as she traced the knife near your neck, being dragged over your hot skin. “And all from me twirling a knife? How pathetic, don’t you think? It’s a knife, amor. A weapon. Could slice through anything and yet it turns you on?”

You let out a small whimper as she got back from the ground, twirling right behind you as she undid the ropes that were keeping you bound. Though, she pulled you up by your forearm until you were standing, too. Your legs were shaking, but you didn’t have it in yourself to stop her.

With a single quick sweep of her movements, Valeria grabbed you and pushed your face down on a table in front of you. You tried getting up, not because you wanted to, but because you wanted to see what she was going to do from behind you. 

But, her hand roughly slapped your ass, “Stay down.” she commanded, leaving you to whimper as she pushed your legs further apart. Her voice was hard, and it turned you more on than ever. 

You heard her belt undoing and the soft thud of her pants falling down. The familiar sound of a shirt dropping and a bra unclipping. For a second, the thought of her going to her knees, licking a strip up and down your cunt was forward. But when she came in front of you, a black strap-on in her hand as her naked body showed off, your mouth watered. 

Gulping in excited anticipation, you looked up at her. She pulled the strap-on over her legs and retreated in front of you. The most beautiful, devious smile spreads across her face as she hovers over you, her eyes dark and full of lust. “C’mon, get your mouth wide open, pup. You have to suck my cock, first. Get it nice and wet, hmm?”

Valeria grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to yelp as you were practically dripping. Your wetness smears around and down your thighs, body shaking from adrenaline and excitement. 

“What do you say, pup?” she taunted. “You have manners, don’t you?”

“Y–es mami,” you mused, biting your lips.

“Good girl,” she purred, grabbing the side of your head, as well as the toy, and pushed it against your lips, prompting you to open your mouth. You gladly accepted the toy, letting it fill your entire mouth. It just barely fit, and you gagged around it as Valeria pushed the whole thing in until it was hitting the back of your throat.

When there was no more room in your mouth, you smiled as best you could while looking up for approval. “Atta’ girl,” Valeria chuckled. She released her fingers from your hair, allowing you to take a small pill of control. Your hands took hold of her hips, trying to ignore how her pussy glistened as you bobbed your head up and down.

She watched you with a proud smirk spread across her features. Her hands found their way on top of your own. She hummed as you moved your mouth back and forth on the toy, “I think that’s good enough.” Valeria pulled you away from the strap, and when her fingers grazed against your skin, you trembled and let out a sly moan.

In swift movements, she managed to remove herself from in front of you to behind, her hand rested on the back of your neck, effectively pinning you down. A loud mewl tore through you as pleasurable pain surged through your right ass cheek, Valeria chuckling darkly at your reaction. 

She massaged the stung flesh, rubbing it away as she repositioned your legs open, her hands dragging downward lines and shapes on your soft, malleable flesh of the inside of your thigh. Valeria gleamed down at your dripping cunt. It’s all for her. And oh, how she was going to ravage you. 

Valeria clicked her tongue, raising her nimble fingers through your shiny folds, collecting your slick on her fingertips. 

“My poor baby. What a needy thing,” she tutted, fingers playing around your hole, teasing by circling around and pushing ever so slightly. You bucked your hips, but to no avail, she kept teasing. Instead, she swiped her fingers up, finally finding your buzzing clit and playing with it in soft circles.

You moaned out, fingers scraping at the polished wood of the desk, warmth quickly pooling in the pit of your stomach.

“Mami- please!” 

“Please, what?” she asked, running the toy through your sopping folds. Your mouth fell agape in soundless moans, but let out a yelp as her hand, that was holding the nap of your neck, now tangled in your roots and yanked your hair backward towards herself. 

“Fuck!” you slurred, skin prickling with desire and need. 

Her fingers swiped over your swollen clit at a quicker pace, a sly smirk curling over her pretty lips; watching how your fingers curled into a fist, shaking with electricity, the obvious throb between your legs beginning to clock your judgment. 

“Fe–els so good,” you whined.

“What feels good? My fingers?” she gave a small pinch for emphasis, making you jolt. You stupidly nodded, too focused on the feeling of her fingers circling your clit. 

You whimpered when you felt her rub the cock over your wet folds, but that was all the indication you got before she slammed the length into your pulsing hole. Furthermore, you moaned out like a whore, feeling the silicone sock stretching your walls. 

“Val…” you sobbed half her name as she began thrusting into you. She was rough, the desk shaking with force as some papers – which were stained with sweat – flung off the table and onto the ground. 

Your head was spinning, her cock buried in your cunt and the harness around her waist lights your skin on fire, thighs slapping against the back of yours with each experimental thrust. Your legs trembled with the way she was pumping into you.

“Buena niña, such a cock hungry whore.”

“Valeria!” you squealed out. Her filthy words were getting to your head, making you wail out cries when you felt her hand slap your ass once again. “It’s mami for you.” 

“M… Mami!” you cried out, and the words seemed oddly perfect in your mouth. Her hips pushed forward and pelvis flushed against your ass to shove the toy as far as it can go. Valeria’s eyes crinkle and lashes speck her vision as she watches the way your spine bends, shoulders squared back as she fucks you on the toy cock. Her toy cock. 

“Going to fuck you till you’re dumb. You’d like that, huh? Head so empty now, isn’t it?”

You blindly nodded, not even comprehending what she was saying anymore. Her words were arousing you more than ever, and you never wanted her to stop fucking you. “Oh g–od! Fuck, yes! Please, mami!” you mindlessly mumbled.

Your eyes were closed and mouth wide open, drool coming down and spilling on the desk and smearing on your cheek. Your body had gone lax, making her ram into you more, finally channeling the need of lust within your bones. 

“You just like being a hole for me, don’t you? Are you a whore just for me?”

When you didn’t answer and just kept moaning, Valeria spanked you again. Your eyes flew open, and she smirked as you came back to the land of the living. 

“I asked, are you a whore for me?” your body was a hot wire ready to go off and with her asking questions were making you practically dizzy.

You moaned as the dildo hit that spot perfectly, “Jus’ for you, mami! No one else!”

Her chest swelled up with pride, watching how your hips moved back a little, back arching more and more, legs shaking, body sweating, and your sweet moans feeding her ego. Yeah. She’s for you. You need her. Just like how she needs you. 

“Yeah? Just for me?”

“All for you, Mami!” you meekly answered, toes curling as her cock hit that spot over, over, and over again. 

Her slender fingers went down, rubbing tight circles over your clit, hand cramping and knuckles bending to make you jolt the way she likes.

The cocky smirk never leaves her lips, free hand sunken into your waist. Her back arches, hips pushed forward and pelvis flushed against your ass to shove the toy as far as it can go. “Cojeme!” Valeria yelled, she licks over her lower lip and sucks on her teeth.

Her fingers leave your clit as soon as your breath starts to speed up. And on the behalf of her ramming into you, out of the corner of your eye, you can see her tongue roll out. Her pink muscle flats as she sticks her fingers in her mouth and sucks your juices off them. 

Without warning, your orgasm hit you like a train, hard and high. The knot in the bottom of your stomach snapped, and your release washed over you. Your face was drenched in sweat as your body shook from the force of it. Volcano stars burst behind your eyes as you floated on the strong currents of your bliss. 

Valeria fucked you through your orgasm, her thrusts going uncoordinated till she stops completely, heaving heavily as her lips attached to your neck; sucking and pulling at your melted-teasing skin that was on fire.

However, it was clear the woman behind you was not done. Not even near. Her hand gripped your chin, making your head turn as her nose bumps against yours and drool soaks her chin, tilting her head and sliding her tongue to deepen your kiss. 

Her breasts were resting against your back, sweat pooling against both of your hot skin. One of her hands decided to travel down to your overstimulated pussy, collecting your slickness and playing with your buzzed clit, while her other hand with blunt nails grazed down your sides. 

“S–top,” you mewled, feeling the rise of the drug in use. 

Valeria chuckled, before saying something that sent shivers down your spine and down to your pussy as her hips started rocking back and forth.  

“Look how well you’re sucking me in with that greedy cunt of yours!” Another laugh leaves her when your pupils dilate, back arching off the table. She rolls her hips faster, thighs slapping against yours. 

“Since you’ve been a bad girl, I’ll need to fuck the idea of the outside till you know your place.”

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