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mayor que usted - ch. 2

COD AU - Coronel Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~10k series masterlist

series summary: You live a carefree and happy life in Las Almas now that El Sin Nombre is gone. Unbeknownst to the people, a new narco moves in with his eyes on you and nothing to lose. Alejandro steps up as your pretend boyfriend while Los Vaqueros stage a plan to take down this new threat. It's fake dating until it's not. You and Alejandro slip into the roles too well and lines begin to blur. Will Alejandro be able to let go of his own rules to allow himself the chance to find love? Based off this request.

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of y/n, not too many descriptions of reader (Alejandro is taller than reader), age gap (not specified but keep it legal), stalker behavior by unwanted suitor, mentions of blood/violence, mentions of narcos/cartels, mentions of drugs, cliffhanger, mutual pining, slow burn, size kink, fingering, oral (f! receiving), unprotected p in v, somnophilia (consensual), creampie (many) a/n: thank you all for being so patient! sargento in spanish is pronounced sar-hen-toh

Reader's P.O.V.

“What are we doing here?”

“An errand,” Alejandro responds as he parks his truck close to the plaza.

“So talkative,” you mutter under your breath.

You see Alejandro laugh as he walks around the front of the truck and comes to open the passenger door. His attention is on you while he helps you jump down but his eyes are on a constant swivel as you begin to walk. Before reaching the main plaza, Alejandro links his fingers through yours and brings you in closer. It’s your first time back in town after the break-in, the past few days you’ve been holed up at Alejandro’s ranch.

Rudy’s mom immediately wanted to take you back to their home but Alejandro stopped her, saying his girlfriend would be staying at his home. To say Rudy’s mom and Alejandro’s mom were happy would be an understatement. The break-in was momentarily forgotten while they pounced with hugs and kisses and slight chastising because they weren’t aware you two were together.

Alejandro had already come up with a plan the day before on what the story would be. According to him, you two have always been attracted to each other. Neither of you made a move for fear of rejection until Alejandro realized he couldn’t imagine you with anyone else but him. It was sweet and to the point.

Ximena thought it was extra sweet that Alejandro was the one to come up with the story, making a comment while you two were alone that it would be amazing if this led to something more. You reminded her that it was fake, even if your heart fluttered just a bit at the idea. However, the last thing you want to do is make Alejandro uncomfortable.

You're shaken out of your thoughts as Alejandro stops in front of the local jewelry store. Once inside, the store attendant waves hello and steps in their back room. Alejandro walks to the register to wait and you take a moment to walk around the store. You don’t come in here often, but the few times you have you always take a look at the shiny jewelry. Underneath the glass display, one particular ring catches your eye. The large diamond placed in the middle of the gold band twinkles back at you. The store attendant comes back with two long boxes and you hear Alejandro call your name.

“We were able to clean your chain, Coronel,” she states as she opens one box to show the thick chain Alejandro wears everyday, ”and we also found the one you were looking for. It was a little difficult to find the pendant and we did have to call another store in the next town over, but we put it together like you asked.”

She places the box in front of you and opens it. A dainty gold chain and butterfly pendant are laid upon the cushioned silk of the box.

“¿Te gusta?” Alejandro asks you. [Do you like it?]

“I–yes, it’s beautiful.”

Alejandro picks up the necklace and opens the clasp. “Turn around, nena.”

“Wait, it’s for me? Alejandro, no that’s–that's too much. I–”

“Turn around,” he insists more firmly.

You raise your eyebrow at his tone, ignoring the flash of heat in your core. The corner of his lips curve slightly before he hides his smile and gently turns you around. With no room to deny him, you let him wrap the chain around your neck. His fingertips brush over your skin briefly while he adjusts the piece before he moves back. You turn towards one of the mirrors on the display case to thumb the gold butterfly, watching it wink back through the mirror.

“Alejandro, I don’t know what to say?”

“Say you accept my gift.” he says plainly, as if buying you an expensive present is completely normal on a random weekday.

You whisper thank you and lean to place a small kiss on his jaw, your lips tickled by the thick hair from his beard. He offers you a smile while he quickly clasps his own chain around his neck. The store attendant busies herself by placing both boxes in a gift bag with some cleaning kits.

You don’t hear the rest of the conversation, the store attendant and Alejandro’s voice drowned out by the blood rushing to your ears. It’s not the first gift he’s bought for you, the journals and books and nice pens that sit on your desk are a testament to what an amazing gift giver he is.

But this is the first time he’s bought jewelry for you, expensive and personalized jewelry. It has to be all a part of his plan… right? Yes, you think, he probably has a much more logical reason for this gift. If the store attendant had to call a store in another town to find something for Coronel Alejandro Vargas, then that’s already two separate people outside of the families who know about the relationship. While you love this town, it's small enough that any sort of gossip spreads like wildfire and will eventually reach León.

Their conversation comes to an end and Alejandro leads you out of the store, once again reaching for your hand. The walk back to the truck is interrupted by a few people coming up to ask if you’re okay. You think their concerns are genuine, but you can also see their curious glances towards your linked hands. Alejandro lets them know he’s looking into the break-in but in the meantime his mujer will be staying with him. [woman]

In that moment you thank Alejandro and Rudy’s need for privacy. While their families and very close friends know where they live, most in Las Almas have only an idea of where their homes might be. The last thing you want is León finding Alejandro or Rudy’s home and doing something in retaliation. Alejandro leads you back to the truck and begins the drive to base.

“Ale… why did you buy me this necklace?” you ask while absentmindedly playing with the pendant.

He glances over at you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other arm placed on the center console. You can see your reflection in his black aviators. He fixes his eyes on the road once more before he answers. “I thought you deserved something nice after what happened.”

You’re left speechless for a few seconds until you laugh. “You’re already doing so much for me! A necklace wasn’t necessary.”

“Just enjoy it, yeah?” he says.

You nod and lean over the console to place another kiss on his cheek. The rest of the ride is left in comfortable silence.

- - -

Alejandro’s P.O.V.

Alejandro only half listens to Rudy as he sees you walk away with Ximena, most likely to her office where she does their bookkeeping. Ximena points to the necklace and while he can’t hear what she says, he assumes she’s asking about it. You disappear from view as the both of you turn the corner.

“Alejandro? Alejandro?” Rudy asks.

“Ye—Yes, you were talking about the cargo you intercepted.”

Rudy raises his eyebrow slightly but continues talking, “I have some soldiers sorting through it but it’s weapons we haven’t seen before.”

“What did the driver say?”

Rudy sighs, “Nothing valuable. Said he was hired to pick up the truck and drive it to some place not far from here. He had a map so I sent some soldiers to check it out… You think it was León?”

Alejandro’s stomach sours at the mention of that name. “Could be. Let’s hope the soldiers find something good.”

Rudy leaves, relieved from his shift now that Alejandro is there. He takes you and Ximena with him, getting instructions from Alejandro to drop you off at his home. Alejandro does a few rounds on base, checking in on the soldiers while also periodically checking his phone to view his security cameras. Once he sees that his home is quiet, aside from the guards patrolling the outskirts of his property, Alejandro makes his way to the cargo.

The warehouse that holds the confiscated semi-truck is noisy and busy, the soldiers removing boxes and sorting through all the weapons carefully. He takes a look at the various pieces, his jaw clenching once he realizes they were assembled in parts. It’ll be difficult to trace the weapons to the source. It hurts him to see all of this. Alejandro worked so hard to free Las Almas only for narcos to start moving back in. No. I won’t let them, he thinks.

Alejandro spends the rest of the afternoon sorting through and taking inventory of what they find. They manage to find a burner phone hidden underneath the seat. He has one of the soldiers try to trace the phone numbers and look through the text messages. It turns out to be useless, the two phone numbers recorded in the phone seem to be from a randomized phone number app. More bad news comes his way once the soldiers sent to check-out the drop off sight come back with no information. The drop-off site was an empty field with no signs of life in the surrounding area.

Hours later, once the sun has set and they’ve sorted through half of the boxes, Alejandro decides to leave. On a normal day, he’d stay on base to work the moment he wakes. He rushes home instead, wondering if his guest needs him even though he knows you’re okay. It’s still early in the night, and he assumes you’re curled up on the couch with one of the books from his shelf. The scent of home cooked food drifts to him once he walks through the front door. Alejandro walks towards the dining room and sees you place dishes on the table.

“Hey, you’re home!” you greet him. “I made dinner.” You offer him a bright smile and continue talking, ”I realized if I’m staying here the least I could do would be to cook.”

Alejandro isn’t sure how to react and instead continues to stand still, surprise etched on his face.

“I asked your mom what your favorite foods are and she gave me some of her recipes.”

“She must have been very excited that you called,” he manages to say after his silence. “But, you don’t have to, you’re a guest–”

Your smile drops and you let out a sigh, “I want to, Ale. Just let me do this, okay?”

Alejandro notices the stubborn look in your eyes, the one where he knows you’ll just ignore him. He nods once, the smile returning to your face once you realize he’s accepting your proposition. You walk back into the kitchen to get his drink after telling him to wash up. As he makes his way to his room, Alejandro smiles to himself. Despite being serious about not wanting you to worry about cooking for him, he can’t help but feel warmth spread through his chest at all the effort you put in.

The conversation flows easily between the two of you, Alejandro’s body calming down after his long day of work. He savors each bite of food and tells you over and over how delicious it is. You wave him off, a shy looking flashing across your face. You ask him personal questions, like what his favorite books are and when was the first time he rode a horse.

It's been a few hours, the food and drinks long gone. Alejandro begins picking up plates and cups once he notices the sleepy look in your eyes. He doesn’t want the night to end, which is scary to think. In these past few days and in these last few hours, he’s come to realize how comfortable he is in your presence. He craves more of you, more of your thoughts and your stories and the sound of your voice.

You refuse to stay sitting, instead helping dry plates while he washes. Alejandro asks about your plans the next day and his stomach drops once you remind him that you’ll be returning to work. As much as he’d love to keep you locked up in his house until the threat is neutralized, you deserve to live your normal life. With a soldier he’s handpicked to protect you, of course.

The kitchen now clean, the both of you walk down the hallway. You bid him goodnight once you reach your door. With a soft click, the door to your room closes. He stares at the closed door for a few moments, listening to your muffled steps and then the shower turning on. Alejandro drags his feet to his room, wondering how he’s going to survive living under the same roof as you.

- - -

Reader’s P.O.V.

Bright and early the next day you arrive to work and park your car. You wave to the escolta who parks right next to your car and make your way into the boutique. You manage to take some steps inside before you’re bombarded with questions from your coworkers. [bodyguard]

“Why didn’t you tell us you were dating Coronel Vargas?”

“Is it true he bought you a neckla–oh, it's so pretty!”

“How long were you planning on keeping this a secret?”

“When did you move in with him?”

“Are you okay?” your boss asks.

You nod,” Yes, I’m okay. Alejandro is working on it—“

Simultaneous ooohhs and you call him by his first name? are exclaimed by your coworkers and luckily your boss shoos them away, taking you aside and once again asking you how you feel. Once you’ve assured her that you’re fine and ready to work again, she leaves to the back office. You drop your things off in the backroom and your coworkers pounce again. You answer their questions, finding it quite funny how obsessed they are about your new ‘relationship’.

You fall back into the routine you know and love so much. Clothes are folded or added onto mannequins, inventory is checked, and light gossip is passed between you and your coworkers. You don’t realize how much you missed in the week gone from work. Customers come in and window shoppers are abundant today but you’re not sure if it's because they want new clothes or a glimpse at Coronel Vargas’ new girlfriend.

As you clean the front window, you try to remember any of Alejandro’s past girlfriends. You’ve known both families long enough but the only woman you can think of is Valeria. You’re not quite sure what happened between them, if Alejandro broke her heart or the other way around. It does hurt to think about Alejandro being alone all these years, maybe unable to open up again after his last failed relationship.

The window becomes clean enough that you can see your reflection and the local florist walk across the street. You turn around and the older man waves with one hand while carrying a giant bouquet of bright pink tulips.

“Making a special delivery?” you joke.

“Yes! How did you know?” he asks.

“Oh—uh, I didn’t! Are they for me?”

He laughs at your genuine look of confusion and hands you the bouquet, “Coronel Vargas said pink tulips are one of your favorite flowers.”

You grab the bouquet slowly, feeling your heart double in size. “Yeah, they are,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

He says goodbye and you push open the boutique door with your shoulder, jumping slightly once you hear screams of excitement from your coworkers.

Before you can grab it, one of your coworkers swipes the small notecard sticking out from the top. “‘I hope you have a great day at work, nena - Ale.’ Aw, you call him Ale? That’s so cute!”

It’s becoming difficult to separate the fake from the real. On one hand, you’re well aware that this relationship is fake and the truth will come out once Leòn is caught. On the other hand, there’s moments where you think Alejandro and you share something deeper. Last night for example, you could’ve sworn Alejandro didn’t want the conversation to end. He even went as far as to walk you back to the guest bedroom.

The tulips are probably for appearances only, but that doesn’t stop you from snapping a photo and sending it to him. The horrible memory of the last bouquet you received is pushed out of your mind with the help of Alejandro.

You: [Image sent]

9:27 A.M.

thank you for the tulips! i’m having a great day at work 🌷🤍

9:28 A.M.

Ale: [Ale loved an image]

9:29 A.M.

I’m glad you like them and I’m happy to hear.

9:29 A.M.

- - -

Work isn’t until later in the morning so there isn’t a reason to be up so early, but you like the view of the sunrise through the big windows in the living room. It’s been your new routine for the past days, waking up early and sitting on the couch while Alejandro gets ready for base. The first time he spoke to you with his morning voice, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. It’s deep and more rough than usual, but it's a sound you’ve come to crave.

Alejandro is surprisingly talkative in the early hours of the day, telling you what his plans are then wanting to know yours. He brings you a cup of coffee, strong and dark with just a splash of milk, and leans on the armrest of the couch. His eyes are always sleepy and his voice stays low while he stares out of the window, the both of you watching the beams of dark red and orange paint the sky.

Your life isn’t the only one that’s changed; Alejandro’s routine and mornings are probably a lot more different. You’re surprised at how welcoming he’s been, never making you feel like you’re imposing in his home. He makes sure the couch always has thick blankets for the cold mornings and remembers to make your coffee exactly how you like it. Even on the days where he needs to leave a little earlier or runs late, he’ll leave the mug waiting by the window sill.

In the afternoons when Alejandro returns from work, you’re always in the process of finishing dinner. He’ll put down his things, wash up, then help you set the dining table. Sometimes Ximena and Rudy or their moms will visit, and it feels like you’re having dinner with family. When Alejandro comes home tired from work, the two of you will sit in comfortable silence. He tries to keep a conversation going, but you always remind him to relax and enjoy dinner.

No matter how tired or drained he is from the day, he’ll insist on helping with the dishes and making you tea. You’re not quite sure when he noticed that you like to drink tea before bed, but he’ll fill the kettle and place a tea bag in the mug you use so often. And that’s the routine that you two follow mostly every single day.

You know it won’t last forever. You know that eventually Los Vaqueros will catch León and you’ll go back to your own house. You know that one morning you’ll wake up to watch the sunrise and Alejandro won’t be there with his sleepy voice and a cup of coffee. But until then, until the threat is taken down and Las Almas once again knows peace, you’ll cherish these moments with Alejandro and ignore the countdown in your head.

- - -

Alejandro’s P.O.V.

He sits at his desk with a giant map of Las Almas and surrounding cities printed on it. There’s little red circles and lines that he draws on the map as he listens to the radio. Rudy stands on the other side of the desk, turning the dial to bypass the static. Even before catching El Sin Nombre, there’s been a group of soldiers dedicated to listening to chatter on the radio.

Earlier today, the soldiers alerted Rudy of what they believe to be León’s men coordinating the shipment of product. The only reason the soldiers believe it’s them is because they mentioned his name once before another told them to use patrón instead. Now, Alejandro listens to the conversations and places circles over the regions they mention.

An hour passes by with complete silence over the radio but by then, Alejandro has already sent out a drone to scope out the area. The camera footage shows tents, trailers, and semi trucks. He can see people moving boxes into the trucks and smoke coming out of the open tents. Alejandro decides not to wait for more conversations over the radio, deciding to stop the trucks from leaving and breaking down what he assumes to be makeshift labs.

“¿Estás seguro?” Rudy asks as they put on their vests. “You don’t want to wait to make sure?” [Are you sure?]

“No, let's go.”

Adrenaline begins to flow through Alejandro’s body, the familiar buzz he feels right before a mission is back. The Jeeps file out of the warehouse and he hears the soldiers shout buena suerte. He sends a quick message to you, that he’ll be gone until morning but everything will be okay. He leaves it at that, not wanting to make you nervous. [good luck]

They leave the cars parked a few clicks away and manage to ambush the men. Some try to run, but they don’t get far. Once the men are secured and sitting on the ground, Alejandro does a last sweep through the trailers and tents. Just as he suspected, they were making, packaging, and shipping all in this location. He doesn’t find León, none of the men look like the security footage from the bar.

He walks into the farthest trailer, separating from the rest of the soldiers. The inside of the trailer is disgusting; dirty mattresses on the floor, liquor bottles, and of course drug paraphernalia. The backdoor to the rest of the trailer is closed. Alejandro props up his weapon and wiggles the door handle. It doesn’t budge. He’s not sure if it's locked or if something on the other pushes against it to keep it closed.

Just as he lifts his leg to kick it open, he feels the sudden pain of a blunt metal object hitting the back of his head. He grunts from the pain, but manages to spin and block the next blow from his attacker. His eyes are unfocused and he feels warm blood begin to drip down his head. Alejandro sees the silver glint of a knife and quickly shoots the attacker in the knee. With a shout of agony, the man falls and drops both weapons.

He kicks the weapons out of reach and scans the trailer. Alejandro finds the door open to a tiny closet that he missed when he first walked in, mentally kicking himself for not checking thoroughly. Rudy kicks open the main door with his gun drawn, noticing the screaming man on the floor then Alejandro holding up a handkerchief to the back of his head.

“What happened?” Rudy shouts over the noise.

“Nada, sargento,” Alejandro rebuffs while wincing in pain,”let’s light it up.” [Nothing sergeant]

Once outside, Alejandro sees one of the trucks being loaded with boxes of intel and the captured men. His attacker, now passed out from blood loss and pain, is also placed in the truck with a makeshift tourniquet. With the truck heading back to base, they tip over all the tubs full of chemicals and rip open the packaged product. They find gasoline in canisters and dump it all over the site and through each trailer. From a safe distance Alejandro shoots the trail of gasoline with a flare gun. It only takes five minutes for the entire place to go up in flames.

“Thank God we’re in the middle of nowhere,” Rudy mutters.

Back at base, the pain in his skull has decreased to a slight throbbing. It’s loud and a little chaotic with the soldiers placing men in cells and providing or receiving medical treatment. Alejandro sends out a prayer in thanks for none of his soldiers being badly injured. The onsite paramedic cleans Alejandro’s wound and stitches him up.

“I fear you may have a concussion,” the medic states while removing his gloves, “I need you to rest but not fall asleep for a few more hours.”

“Yeah, yeah I understand. I’ll go back to my office to help sort through–”

“Coronel, it’s best if you relax for the rest of the night. Why don’t you have someone drive you back home? Away from all the noise and chaos?”

They go back and forth for a bit, Alejandro too energized by pain and adrenaline to worry about resting. Eventually, the doctor arrives and sends Alejandro home. He doesn’t realize how late it is until he checks his watch and realizes it's past midnight. A soldier drops him off at the ranch and Alejandro stumbles only slightly when walking inside. He unlocks the door and is immediately enveloped in your warm embrace.

“Ale, are you okay? What–what happened?” you ask with terror clogging your voice.

He brings his arms up and around you, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You tremble slightly in his embrace and lean back to look at him. Alejandro notes your red, teary eyes and wipes his thumb across your wet cheek; you’ve been crying.

“I’m okay, nena. Just a bump on my head.”

You squeeze him tighter and he cups your face in his large hands, wiping away the tears that fall.

“No llores, bebé. Te prometo que estoy bien.” he croons. [Don’t cry, baby. I promise I’m okay.]

Alejandro can tell you don’t completely believe him because more tears fall from your pretty eyes, but you nod and let him go anyway.

“How did you know something happened?” Alejandro asks.

“Ximena saw the Jeeps leave and heard one of the soldiers talking. She texted me to see if I knew anything.” you respond.

Alejandro tries to nod but ends up wincing instead. He reaches a hand to touch the back of his skull. You let go of him and quickly walk around, gasping once you see the stitches in the dim light.

“You said you were okay, Alejandro!”

He winces again, not from the tone or volume of your voice but because it’s the first time in a while that you use his full name. “I am, I might have a concussion but–”

“A what? Oh my god, let’s get you to your room.”

Too tired to disagree, Alejandro lets you lead him to his room once he’s kicked off his dirty boots in the entryway. He waits while you enter his bathroom and turn on the shower. You ruffle through his drawers and take out pajamas for him.

“Come on, in the shower,” you say while pulling him by his hand,” I’m going to wait outside while you shower. Don’t close the door all the way so I can hear if you fall.”

Alejandro smiles at the serious look on your face, emotion swirling in his stomach at you being so ready to care for him. You roll your eyes and push him into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. He groans once the hot water touches his skin. Careful to not wet the stitches, Alejandro washes off the blood and sweat from his body. Once clean, he shuts off the water and sluggishly puts on the clothes you chose for him.

He walks out of the bathroom to see you sitting on the edge of his bed with a cup of coffee. He tries to reach for it, but you swat his hand away and point to the glass of water and the pain meds next to it. Alejandro swallows the pills and finishes his water as you turn on the TV and select a random movie.

“I called the doctor on base,” you start,” and she said to keep a watch over you for the next few hours. So I’m going to stay here and we’re going to watch movies until I know for sure you’re okay.”

Alejandro pushes the covers back on his bed and gets underneath. He pats the spot next to him, figuring you’re too stubborn to convince to leave. You eye the spot for a moment but walk to the other side of the bed and place the coffee cup on the nightstand. Before you can decide to sit on top of the covers, Alejandro throws them back. You get underneath them but sit a respectable distance away from him on the king size bed.

“Are you allowed to tell me what happened?” you whisper.

Alejandro turns towards you and nods, ”We heard that León had some men working up in the hills. We didn’t find him, but we found his men and burned the place down.”

“Still a win, Ale.”

He gives a noncommittal hum.

“How did that happen?” you say while pointing to his head.

He groans, mostly from embarrassment. “I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t hear someone come up behind me…I think Rudy was right.”

“In what?”

Alejandro reaches for your hand and gives it a squeeze. “Maybe we could have waited before hitting the place. Maybe León would’ve shown up eventually.”

“You’ll catch him. I know you will.”

You lean towards him and place a warm kiss on his cheek. It scorches and leaves tingles on his skin. You lean back slightly, your face close to his. “Please be careful, Ale.”

His eyes flit down to the butterfly pendant on your soft chest, up to your lips then to your shiny eyes. He sees the moment your pupils dilate and move down to glance at his mouth. Alejandro forgets about the pain in his head and instead focuses on the beating of his heart. He brings up a hand to cup the side of your head and runs his thumb over your jaw. Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip and he decides then and there he’s going to kiss you.

Just as he leans in, the sound of his ringtone startles you both. You jump back and he quickly reaches for his phone on the nightstand. He clenches the phone in his hand, cursing Rudy in his head as he sees his name flash on the screen. You clear your throat and reach for the coffee cup to take a sip.

“I can–uh–I can leave–” you start.

“No, no. I’ll take this in the hallway.” Alejandro interrupts.

He answers the call a little bit angry and becomes more annoyed once Rudy tells him what’s going on at base. All of the men were separated in the cells, yet none of them can pinpoint exactly where León is. They can only vaguely give a description of the region where he might be. Alejandro tells Rudy to keep him updated if anything and ends the call. He returns to the room to see you back at the other side of the bed.

“Anything important?” you ask.

Alejandro runs a hand across his jaw, making a note to trim his beard in the morning. “No, nothing yet.”

You change the conversation, essentially shutting down the idea of revisiting the ‘almost kiss’ from earlier. He decides not to press the issue and instead gets back into bed. You stay with him for a total of three movies, the conversation light and normal. Once you’ve made sure he’s okay, you turn off the TV and let him sleep, shutting the door behind you. As he listens to the sound of you walking back to your room, he wonders what would have happened had Rudy never called.

- - -

“Do you miss having them?” you ask while holding onto his waist.

Alejandro has since been cleared from his concussion and unfortunately no other voices have been heard on the radio. It’s a nice weekend, with the sun bright and the air fresh. The perfect weather to go horseback riding. So that’s what you two are doing, riding on one of Alejandro’s former horses.

“Sometimes, yeah. But they like being at Rudy’s ranch. They get a lot of exercise and the whole family loves them.” he responds.

“Why does Rudy have them?”

“I had too much going on with Los Vaqueros and couldn’t dedicate any time to them. Rudy’s uncles told me they would take care of them so I could focus.”

Focusing is what Alejandro is currently struggling with. He feels the warm press of your body on his back and legs. The flowery scent of your perfume wraps around him. You talk directly in his ear, scratching an itch in his brain with each word you say. He should have brought you horseback riding sooner if he knew how close you were going to be.

“I’ve seen them at Rudy’s home. I just never knew they were yours,” you pause before continuing,” once this situation with León is over, I promise I’ll help you care for any horses or animals you bring to your ranch.”

Alejandro chuckles,” Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Alejandro brings the horse to the little barn in the plaza meant for those who come into town on their horses. He dismounts then helps you down, his head becoming dizzy at the feel of your body sliding down his front. He keeps his hands wrapped around your waist and stares into the pools of your eyes. Your mouth parts and he can see the pink tip of your tongue. He brings you in closer, ready to kiss you. Before he can, both of your hats bump into each other.

“Shit–”

“I’m sorry–”

“¿Cuánto tiempo estarán fuera?” The man who runs the stables asks, coming to collect the horse and hand Alejandro a ticket. [How long will you be gone?]

“Só–sólo unas horas,” Alejandro stutters. He grabs the ticket and places his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the stables. [Just a few hours]

Once in the plaza, he holds your hand in his. That’s the second time where the kiss has been interrupted. He knows it’s probably for the best, that it’s a bad idea to experience the soft press of your mouth on his, to hold you even closer to his body and devour your mouth until you’re both gasping for air.

“There they are,” you exclaim as you point towards a group of people.

You wave and begin walking faster, pulling Alejandro with you. His and Rudy’s parents, along with Rudy and Ximena are waiting outside of a restaurant. Like the polite and perfect person you are, you greet each one with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Alejandro accidentally let it slip to Rudy that he was planning on bringing you to this restaurant for a date. Rudy decided to invite both families and inform Alejandro the morning of, making it too late for him to cancel.

They seat your party outside and for the next few hours Alejandro’s need to kiss you doesn’t stop. To keep up with appearances, you sit close to him with his arm around your shoulder. This provides Alejandro the best position to place soft kisses on the side of your head and the apples of your cheeks. On the third or fourth time he places a kiss on your cheek, he can feel the heat of your skin, you most likely just as flustered and affected as him.

Alejandro doesn’t have to pretend like dating you is difficult. You’re kind and honest and so beautiful to look at. Even now, while you argue with his dad about which players are the best on the national football team, he can’t help but desire for all of this to be real. You fit so nicely in his home, with his family, and in his life.

He wakes up every morning ready to serve you a cup of coffee and watch the sunrise. He thinks about you while he’s at work, wondering if you’re having a good day at your job. Alejandro rushes home every night, ready to hear your sweet voice and spend time together before you both walk to separate bedrooms.

Catching that wannabe narco is his main priority and he knows he’s only getting closer to trapping him. But the idea of losing you after this is all over sends pangs of hurt through his heart. Alejandro knows this isn't going to last forever, that one day you’re going to return to your normal life without him. But it still doesn’t lessen the pain.

The dinner comes to an end and Alejandro settles the bill. Despite being a little annoyed with Rudy this morning, he can’t help but recognize how nice it was to spend time with his family. The both of you make your way back to the stables, the awkward moment from earlier seemingly forgotten. Alejandro returns the ticket and pays while you bring the horse over. The journey back to Rudy’s house is slow and quiet, your arms wrapped nicely around his waist.

Eventually, you arrive at Rudy’s home. Alejandro unmounts and helps you down. You talk to Ximena while Alejandro and Rudy take the horse back to the stable. Alejandro barely listens to Rudy, instead thinking about you. He comes back, you say your goodbyes and get into Alejandro’s truck. Alejandro stays quiet on the drive back, listening to you talk about a movie you’re going to watch next weekend with Ximena and a few of your other coworkers.

“I had a lot of fun today, Ale” you say as you both walk into the house.

“So did I,” he replies.

The both of you take off your boots in the entryway and hang your hats on the hooks. Alejandro tries to think of something else to say, awkwardly fixing his boots by the door.

“I’ll–uh, see you tomorrow morning. Good night.” You press your lips on his cheek, turn and walk towards the hall.

Alejandro watches you walk away, the tight jeans you wear molding perfectly to your ass and thighs. He’s been forcing down his attraction to you, not allowing himself to think about you when he’s in the shower or alone in his bed. He’s always jerked off, more as a stress relief than actual pleasure. It only takes him a few minutes in the shower and he’s done. Even before you came to live with him, you’d invade his mind with that pretty smile and the body he loves so much.

But before, he was strong enough to push those images out of his head. Now? He’s not as strong. You excite him the most in the mornings with your puffy lips and half-lidded eyes, marks on your face from the pillow. You sit on the couch, wrapped in his blankets and smelling like soft linen. The desire overpowered the guilt and now he can’t go a single day without thinking about you while he fucks his hand.

Alejandro realizes he’s been standing in the same spot for a while now, only jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of the shower running in your room. He walks around the house to double check the windows and doors are all locked. The shower turns off in your room and he thinks about knocking on your door, just to see if you’ll still be wet from the water. He keeps walking to his room instead.

He lies awake in his bed an hour later. His own shower did nothing to relax him. Alejandro keeps replaying over and over again the times where you two have almost kissed. Before he can remind himself how bad of an idea it is to kiss you, he hears the door to your room open. He thinks you walk towards the living room or kitchen, but by now you’re too far for him to hear your footsteps.

Minutes later you still haven’t come back and curiosity gets the better of him. He checks the living room first but doesn’t find you there. He hears the whistle of the kettle and walks to the kitchen to see you turn off the stove and pour water into a cup.

Without turning around to face him you ask, “do you want some tea?”

The words are stuck in his throat at the slip of cloth he assumes are pajamas. A silk robe hangs off your shoulders, giving him a view of the thin straps to your babydoll nightgown. You turn to look at him with a confused expression since he hasn’t answered your question. Once you see the hungry look in his eyes, you move slightly to the side to press against the cool counter. Alejandro walks slowly to you, his eyes raking from the tips of your pink slippers up to your wide eyes.

His fingers slide up your arm and tug the strap of the nightgown. He continues, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly from your heavy breathing. Alejandro tugs lightly on the butterfly pendant and elicits a gasp from your mouth.

“What—what are we doing—“ you stutter.

“Can I kiss you, nena?” Alejandro whispers.

You look up at him, nibbling on your bottom lip. “Yes, please.”

Alejandro doesn’t need any more encouragement, immediately sliding his hand to cup the back of your head and bring your lips to his. Everything about you is soft. Your lips, the breathy moans, your flowery scent. You're a little shy at first, giving him only light presses of your lips and swiping the tip of your tongue on his bottom lip. Your hands travel up to grip his thick hair and you become more emboldened. Alejandro groans into your mouth, feeling you suck on his bottom lip.

He presses his tongue on your bottom lip, managing to swipe the tip of your tongue. You let out a squeak and open your mouth more, pressing your tongue on his. Alejandro’s hands slide down your waist to cup your ass and bring you right into his hard bulge. Pressing your back into the counter, he lifts your thigh to wrap it around your waist and grind his erection on your pussy. You moan and bite his lower lip from the stimulation. His hand travels up your thigh but he finds no panties. The only thing separating you two is his linen pajama pants.

He brings his hand to your front, touching your inner thigh and feeling the sticky wetness coating the skin. Alejandro pulls back from the kiss,” Is this okay? Do you want to keep going?”

Your eyes are glassy and wild. You nod but he shakes his head, ”words, nena. Please.”

“Yes, Ale. Please, please don’t stop.” you plead.

“Not here, not in the kitchen. Come on.”

He turns to make sure the stove is turned off and grabs your hand to lead you out of the kitchen. In less than a minute you're lightly thrown on his bed. You sit up, taking off the robe and reaching for the end of your nightgown. You pull it over your head and throw it to the side with your discarded robe and slippers.

“Mi nena, hermosa,” he says. [beautiful]

Even in the moonlight, Alejandro can see your pretty tits and soft thighs. He quickly pulls down his pajama bottoms, smirking the moment your eyes widen when you take in his size.

“Wait, Ale. I–I don’t know if that’ll fit–”

“Don’t worry nena, it will.”

Alejandro climbs on the bed and covers your body with his. He presses his lips on yours again, using one hand to slide over your chest and pinch your nipples. You press your chest up in his hand and bring up your thigh to wrap around his waist. He stops you from grinding into his hard cock, knowing if he feels the wet heat he’ll finish before you two have even started. Alejandro breaks the kiss and immediately attacks your neck with kisses and bites. You begin to giggle which confuses him.

“Your beard is scratching–ooohh–”

He shuts you up by dragging his tongue up your throat. You once again try to grind up but he slaps your inner thigh and mutters a stern no, compórtarte. [behave]

He moves further down, sucking and pinching your nipples until they’re swollen and wet with his saliva. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, tilting his head to slightly stretch your nipple, then releases it with a pop. You arch your back and whine at the sensation.

“You like that?”

“Yeah, Ale–fuck–”

He does it to the other nipple, biting a little harder than necessary once he feels the sting of your nails in his scalp. You pull and grip at his hair while he covers your chest in kisses. Alejandro bites and drags his teeth on the soft skin of your belly until he reaches your mound. Using his big hands, he spreads open your thighs. His mouth waters at the sight. Slick wetness covers your puffy pussy lips. Your clit looks swollen and begging for his tongue.

Alejandro runs his index finger from your inner thigh, collecting the wetness. “Eres tan hermosa,” he whispers. [You are so beautiful]

He uses his broad shoulders to keep your spread open. Using two fingers, Alejandro spreads your folds and presses the tip of his tongue to your drooling hole. The sweet taste invades his tongue and he can’t help but moan into your cunt. He latches his mouth to you, shoving his tongue inside of your warm entrance. You pull at his hair, the slight sting on his scalp only encouraging him more.

“Ale, just like that–oh, fuck,” you chant.

Alejandro drags his tongue to your neglected clit, flicking it with hard strokes. Your hips twitch and grind on his face. He slips a finger into your entrance, marveling at how warm and slick you are. He grinds his cock on the edge of the bed, imagining how it will feel wrapped around him. He feasts like a man starved, sucking at your swollen clit then dragging his tongue through your folds and back down to your little hole. Your scent and taste is in his mouth, on his beard, on his skin.

He adds another finger, memorizing every ridge of your cunt with the pads of his finger. He bumps his fingers on your g-spot, making you squeak and arch your back. Alejandro does it again, this time using the pads of his fingers to massage the spongy spot. You twist your hips and moan right there, right there, right there. Alejandro happily listens, fucking his fingers faster into you, making sure to bump that spot. You tighten and flutter around his fingers and he knows you're close.

“Are you going to come for me, nena?”

“I’m so clo–close, Ale–please”

With broad strokes of his tongue, he flicks your button over and over and over again. It doesn’t take long for you to scream his name and unravel underneath his mouth. His sucks and sucks your clit and fucks your spasming hole with his thick fingers. Your body shakes and you wrap your thighs around his head. He lets you, ready to die a happy man if you suffocate and drown him in your sweet, sticky mess.

Your thighs open limply and you push his head away,” No, no mo-more.”

Alejandro stops, pressing a kiss to your thigh and covering your body with his. Your head is pressed on the pillows, eyes closed. He grips your jaw and forces your mouth open. You open your eyes and stick out your tongue, moaning when he pushes his wet fingers into your mouth. You close your mouth and suck his fingers clean, pulses of heat shooting directly to his hard cock.

Once he’s satisfied, Alejandro removes his fingers and wipes your saliva on his dick. He grips and pumps his cock with his hand to alleviate some of the pressure. You prop yourself up on an elbow and reach a hand to stroke him. He throws his head back with a husky sigh and lets you touch him with soft fingers. You grip him, barely able to wrap your hand all the way around.

“You’re so, you’re so velvety,” you whisper.

It’s Alejandro’s turn to chuckle this time, finding your comment funny.

“No more playing, let me fuck you.” He responds.

You quickly nod and let go, letting him place your ankle on his shoulder and spread out your other thigh. He grips himself again and notches the head of his cock to your messy entrance. Alejandro presses in slowly, letting you adjust to his size. As his thick head plunges into you, he grabs your hand and squeezes. You shut your eyes and press your face into the pillow, squeezing his hand back. Alejandro slaps your inner thigh, drawing out a whine from your mouth.

“No me quites los ojos de encima.” [Keep your eyes on me]

With your attention back on him, you whimper, “yes, Ale.”

He fucks you with his tip, slow and methodical. Alejandro pulls out and sees your slick cover his mushroom head. You whimper at the loss, twisting your hips to try to fuck yourself onto him.

“You want more, nena? Think you can take it all?”

“I can, Ale! I promise.”

Alejandro plunges in with a single thrust, sheathing his cock in your pulsing heat. He turns his head and bites the skin at your ankle, overcome by the pleasure. You squeeze his hand and use your other to pinch your nipples. Not waiting for him to continue, you begin moving your hips in tiny circles. Shocks of heat start at the base of his spine and Alejandro does his best to force down his orgasm, not ready to come yet.

He watches you pull and tug at your nipples while you twitch on his cock. With his breathing under control, Alejandro slides out and plunges back in. He reaches the end of you, each bump and ridge of your pussy massaging his length.

“Dios, that’s–that’s perfect.” He groans.

He finds a nice rhythm, one that has you bouncing back into him. You let go of his hand and bring it up to your face, sucking his index finger into your mouth. The look on your face his him fucking you faster. You look up at him with scrunched eyebrows and wet eyes. He sees tears pool into the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. His otherwise quiet room is filled with groans and the wet slap of his hips.

“Perfect—little—pussy,” he growls while pounding into you.

Alejandro pulls his index finger out of your mouth and switches it with his thumb. He looks down to see your joined bodies and finds your slick covering the short hair at his base. He watches the plunge of his cock into your cunt, wondering how he survived for so long without you. He can only hope you let him do this over and over and over again.

Alejandro doesn’t think he can let you go back to your own life after this night. No, we belong together. He pops out his thumb from your mouth and brings it to your clit, his orgasm quickly approaching. You grind your hips and scratch at any of his skin you can reach. Ale, I’m so close. Ale, I’m so close. The words I love you are on the tip of his tongue but before he can say anything, you grip his cock tight with your warm heat and come apart.

He moves your leg off his shoulder and quickly wraps it around his waist, leaning down to swallow your moans. You bite and whimper into his mouth while gripping his hair. He keeps pounding into you, slamming his hips until his own orgasm overtakes him. He fills you up with his seed, painting and marking your cunt as his. Alejandro keeps going until his knees give out and his cock begs him to stop from the overstimulation.

He falls halfway on top of you, making sure not to smother you with his full weight. You stay quiet with eyes closed for a few minutes and only move to link your hand in his. His breathing returns to normal and he moves his head to look at you. He watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each breath you take. On shaky legs, he stands up and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be back. Stay here, okay?”

You open one eye slightly and smile at him. “Okay.”

He uses his discarded pants to wipe his slick cock then walks back to the kitchen for a glass of water. He drinks a glass himself, and when he’s done he refills the same glass for you. He comes back to his room to see you sitting yourself up. Alejandro has you sit and drink the entire glass of water, going as far as to hold the glass while you drink. Once done, he walks into his bathroom and wets a washcloth. You try to clean yourself up, but Alejandro gives you a stern look and has you lie down while he runs to cloth over your swollen pussy.

“Will you sleep here with me?” He asks once he’s thrown his pajama pants and washcloth in the clothes hamper.

You give him a sweet smile, “yes.”

- - -

Sunday morning comes and even though he fell asleep way past midnight, his internal clock wakes him up before the sun rises. You’re asleep, one leg thrown over his waist and your head on his chest. He runs his fingers down your back and up your shoulders. Alejandro takes a moment to think about what happened. He can’t, won’t, and simply doesn’t want to go back to how things were before. Maybe he won’t tell you he loves you yet, but he will soon. Alejandro has tried to ignore his feelings about this relationship. And while technically it might be fake, to him it seems very real.

You stir in his arms, lifting your head up to press a kiss on his jaw. “Morning, cowboy.”

“Shh,” he responds, ”go back to sleep, nena.”

You drag your body up more and press a kiss to his mouth. He lets you, immediately engulfed in your warm scent. You lean back and move your head to look out the window. It’s almost sunrise, the dark purple sky beginning to turn red.

“Will you go to the couch with me?”

Never one to miss a sunrise, you and him sit on the couch wrapped in a blanket. You sit in his lap, facing him while bouncing lightly on his cock. Alejandro leans on the arm rest and grips your hips while you grind down. He tried to stop you, thinking you must be aching from the night before. But you begged him with your pretty eyes and told him you would go slow. The sun rises in the background while you come in his lap, Alejandro sucking your nipples and immediately filling you up with his own spend.

You two nap for a while on the sofa, his cock resting deep in your cunt. Alejandro eventually drags you to the shower where he washes and pets every inch of your body. He makes you breakfast and has you sit at the dining table until he’s done. Wearing nothing but your robe, you sit on his lap and let him feed you. Your dripping pussy wets the front of his pajama pants but he forces you to take another nap on the couch.

Alejandro wakes you up an hour later, lapping at your perfect cunt and bringing you to another orgasm. He fucks you full of more come then drags you back to his bed for the rest of the afternoon. You kiss and lick into each other’s mouth for who knows how long. The TV plays movie after movie in the background.

Alejandro only stops once he hears your stomach grumble. He once again has you sit and do nothing as he prepares dinner. His mouth is swollen and his cock aches from his many orgasms, but he wishes he had another day alone with you. With Monday approaching soon, he’s not ready to go back to reality. You two haven’t even talked about what this means for your relationship.

But he can’t miss work and he shouldn't really have taken this weekend off to begin with. He doesn’t regret taking these two days off, but León is still on the loose in Las Almas. He sits you down in his lap and feeds you with his fingers. Once you’ve both showered again and brushed your teeth, Alejandro leads you to his bed. You sleep in his arms again, your lips swollen from his kisses.

- - -

Reader’s P.O.V.

Alejandro fucks you again in the morning. He fills you up with his warm release once you’ve come on his thick cock. We’ll talk later, okay? he says while tucking you underneath his covers.

You get ready for work with a silly smile on your face, in shock that a single night and day could change so much between you two. Your pussy aches deliciously, and you know you’ll have to take a break from sex for a few days. But you regret none of it. You’re not sure what happens now, but there’s a shift between the two of you. You’re certain Alejandro feels the same way.

You’re in such a good mood that you decide to treat your coworkers to coffee and pastries from the local cafe. Walking out of the boutique, you look for your escolta, also wanting to buy him something and have him walk with you. He’ll usually wait across the small street in the benches or on the other side of the boutique, but you don’t see him anywhere. Thinking that maybe he’s patrolling a different area, you decide to walk to the cafe.

Alejandro told you to never leave without his soldier following you, but with it being broad daylight, you don’t think you have to worry. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you smile once you see its a text from Alejandro.

Ale: Hi, mi nena. I’m going to be home late. Sleep in my bed tonight so we can wake up together, please. We’ll talk tomorrow after work.

11:38 A.M.

You: hi my cowboy 🤠😋

okay i will! please be safe 💗 i want to see you concussion-free in the morning

11:39 A.M.

You turn the corner, smiling at your phone. Maybe it's because you’re distracted by the little bubble that shows Alejandro is typing, or maybe it’s because he’s quick and quiet that you don’t notice León coming up behind you. Before you can react, he wraps a chloroform covered rag to your face. You struggle and hold your breath as much as you can, moving your foot back to stomp on his foot and elbow him in the stomach. Your phone falls to the ground and you manage to escape his hold, immediately running back to the boutique.

“Help, help me—“ you scream.

He’s much faster than you, immediately tackling you to the ground. The force of the fall bounces your head on the pavement and it instantly knocks you out cold. In just a few seconds, he throws you in the trunk of his car and drives off. The owner of the cafe and an employee from the corner store run out as they hear the screams. They don’t see anything, only finding your broken phone on the ground.

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#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x female reader #alejandro vargas smut #cod x reader #cod mw2 x female reader #alejandro vargas #cod mw2 smut #shadowlali #mqu

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hoenoredone · 9 months

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EXPENSIVE GIFTS THEY BUY YOU

tags: sfw, fluff, headcanons characters: gojo, geto, nanami, naoya

GOJO SATORU

versace butterfly sandals

did he see them on tiktok? yes. did he immidately think of you? also yes. he has never clicked "purchase" so fast in his entire life. he inteded for it to be a surprise but this man cannot keep his mouth shut, he blabbered about it the second he saw his order being shipped.

"babe i have something to tell you that i can't tell you"

huge sigh

GETO SUGURU

diamond and emerald necklace

one of his monkeys just so happened to be a terribly talented jeweler with an enormous outstanding debt towards the cult. geto didn't even have to ask, he was simply presented a series of necklaces, earrings, and rings, all for him to choose from. the diamonds and emeralds paired perfectly with the yellow gold the jeweler had used, and the thought of the contraste between the stones and your skin almost sent him into another plane of existence.

NANAMI KENTO

jackie 1961 gucci bag

he's not too fond of shopping, but he'd literally give his right hand for you, so when he sees you eyeing the bag in the shop window he takes a mental note of the name and moves on. he looks it up on the website as soon as he gets home and almost has an aneurysm at the price, but then he imagines the look on your face as you opened the carefully packed present. it's not his hands that buy the bag, it's his heart.

ZEN'IN NAOYA

enigma pour femme edition spéciale

you've been together long enugh for him to be sure that it's because you love him, and not because you're after his fortune or future title. so he decides you deserve a reward for being one of the few good women in the world. he doesn't want it to be something too special, but at the same time it has to be expensive enough for you to know. so he takes his time – in secret, on his own – carefully choosing a perfume that would pair well with your skin, but remind you of who you belonged to at the same time.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x reader #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #headcanons

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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bday boy (flatmate!matty)

(hi! day 1 of Birthday Party week, a celebration of our short king turning 34 on the 8th, organised by legend icons @the1975attheirverybest and @brownduck! i don't know if i'll be writing every day, but i thought it might be nice to kick off "your first birthday as a couple - his" with a tiny thing about the love of everyone's life, flatmate!matty. enjoy!)

the sunlight streaming through the thin curtains is what wakes matty up. it's warm on his face, a gentle caress, as if to soften the aching realisation that he's another year older as of today.

that realisation is also softened by you, tucked safely into his chest, still fast asleep. your bare legs are entwined with his, your hair escaping from the loose bun you insist on putting your hair in every night, and your nose twitches adorably as you lightly mewl (he can't think of a more accurate word) in your sleep; matty has never seen a cuter sight in his life than you right now.

he hopes you're dreaming of him, to be as contented as you are. matty's certainly dreamed of you - in the years before you finally got together, it was for sights like the one he's woken up to today. now, his unconscious fantasies are filled with diamond rings, white dresses, you in sundresses with a swollen stomach, toddlers with your sparkling eyes and his wild curls. it's been less than a year since you both braved the transition from friends to lovers, but matty knows that he wants to wake up to you and only you for the rest of his life. well, to you and several children that are half you and half him, feisty little characters with wicked senses of humour and hearts of gold.

you begin to stir in your sleep, limbs shifting and head rolling back as you awaken. matty eases you through it by rubbing small circles into your bare back, which makes your eyes flutter open slowly. the butterflies in his stomach begin to flutter in parallel - god, he loves you so much. you smile sleepily at him, before your eyes widen in alarm and you exclaim. "FUCK! you weren't supposed to be awake first!"

matty's brow furrows in confusion. "and good morning to you too, sweetheart?"

"sorry," your face softens into a sheepish smile that melts matty's heart. "i just... i wanted to be up before you, so i could make breakfast and surprise you with it. happy birthday, baby."

christ. he could cry at how sweet you are, but he just pulls you close and kisses your forehead instead. "fuck, i love you so much."

"so you're not in a mard because i haven't made you pancakes?" you giggle, as matty begins pressing little kisses all over your face, your bare chests pressed together. "i love you too, by the way, even if i did wake up late on your birthday. i swear i have the rest of the day planned out nicely, though - we'll meet your mum for lunch and then see the boys for a drink then go for dinner and i've booked this hotel in town for tonight that i really think you're gonna li-"

"-baby, baby, it's alright," matty interjects, before you talk yourself back into unconsciousness. "just relax, yeah? s'just another day. no point getting yourself all worked up about it."

your shoulders move forward like you're deflating. "but it's not just another day, matty. it's your birthday, and i'm your girlfriend now," you murmur into his chest. "just wanted today to be special for you, and s'all thrown off now."

you sound so sad about the whole thing that matty's heart aches. weirdly, though, it continues to flutter at the inherent tenderness of how much you love him, to want to make his birthday such a lovely day. "darlin', it'll be special anyway," matty says, tilting your chin up so he can look at you properly. "how could it not be? i'm spending it with you, love of my life, girl of my dreams."

"who couldn't even wake up on time to bring you surprise pancakes in bed," you mutter petulantly, looking away from your boyfriend.

matty's undeterred by your annoyance, though; he begins to press kisses down your face and jaw and onto your neck, long, sensual kisses that involve swipes of his tongue across the spot he knows makes you go loopy. when you begin to moan, despite yourself, matty gently rolls you onto your back and continues to kiss down your body, your moans continuing as background music to his actions, stopping when he reaches the tops of your thighs. "i can think of something i'd much prefer to eat for my birthday breakfast than pancakes. can i, angel?"

smiling, you open your legs, and let matty settle himself between them happily. after all, who are you to deny the birthday boy what he wants?

#mads does writing #flatmate!matty #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty x reader #matty healy

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starglitterz · 2 months

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THE STARGLITTERZ GALA !

— a milestone event !

one fine day, you receive an embossed letter in the mail. on the envelope, your name is written in grand gilded letters, swooping cursive gleaming gold against the parchment. upon breaking open the teal wax seal, the contents slip out: it's an invitation?!

☆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : you are hereby invited to ‘ THE STARGLITTERZ GALA ’ , a monumental masquerade designed for our attendees to find love. for one night and one night only, you shall dance and make merry alongside others on our exclusive guestlist. we pride ourselves on making some of the most historic matches at our soirée, and we eagerly await more blossoming romance this year. do rsvp for a night to remember under the glittering stars – we hope to see you there ♡

☆ 𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : this is a request event to celebrate reaching 5k followers! i will be taking 15 requests in total, one for each of the prompts below on a first-come first-serve basis. do send in the number of the prompt you want + the character, as well as two back-up prompts in case the first one is already claimed. you can also send in any extra details that you wish to be added into the fic, though their inclusion is up to my discretion. ( my inbox can be found here. ) requests will be closed once all the prompts are taken. all the prompts will be set within the fictional event of the starglitterz gala. the pronouns in the prompts below are interchangeable ( as in it could be either the reader or the character in either position ). this event is strictly sfw but may have suggestive content. mutual requests will be prioritised. i will fulfill the requests at my own pace. do feel free to send in an ask if you’re confused about anything. hope you have fun at our soirée ♡

☆ 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒 : tis i, lady quill herself ! HAHAHA okay naur i can’t take myself seriously TT but anyways yes!! thank you all so much for 5k, i say this every time but this blog quite literally would be nowhere without my followers. i appreciate you all sm, thank you for being with me as i developed my writing and hopefully also grew a lot as a person :’) i hope you enjoy this event, i had a lot of fun putting it together :]

☆ 𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘

#1 — meet me at midnight : your partner has to find you before the clock ticks twelve in order to kiss you at the stroke of midnight. -> WRIOTHESLEY

#2 — walk but in a garden : strolling through the lush gardens of the mansion, you bump into another attendee who also stepped out for some fresh air. -> NEUVILLETTE

#3 — drunk-dazed : someone’s had a little bit too much to drink and is a lot clingier than they were before. -> CHILDE

#4 — from the start : even with the mask amidst the sea of faces, they’d recognise you anywhere. -> NEUVILLETTE

#5 — slow dancing in the dark : though you may not be the most talented dancer, all eyes are on the two of you as you waltz through the ballroom. -> WRIOTHESLEY

#6 — one kiss : stolen kisses in the grand corridors of the mansion, hidden away from prying eyes. -> LYNEY

#7 — moonlight sunrise : the sky is beautiful tonight, but in their eyes you’ll always be prettier. -> GA MING

#8 — greedy : they want one too many dances with you, and only you, refusing to dance with anyone else. -> KAVEH

#9 — let’s skip to the wedding : love at first sight ends up with a ring on your finger by the end of the night and the promise of your dream wedding to come. -> AYATO

#10 — daydreaming : despite being in an arranged marriage, the two of you have attended this event together in the hopes that it will bring you closer. -> DILUC

#11 — something about you : you’re not really hoping for much at this dinner, but after flirting with almost everyone, it seems like you’ve caught this one person’s eye… -> XIAO

#12 — could this be love? : you’ve never had a relationship before, but you’re pretty sure the butterflies in your stomach as they whirl you across the dance floor is exactly what love is meant to be. -> GA MING

#13 — partners in crime : you and your ‘partner’ decide to crash the ball for no reason, but end up getting swept away by the festivities. -> HEIZOU

#14 — save your tears : when you bump into your ex at the gala, it spells trouble [ at least until a new partner steps in to save the day. ] -> SCARAMOUCHE

#15 — heaven sent : the soiree seems to be a blessing in disguise (not!), for you were able to bump into your greatest enemy and even share a dance. -> SCARAMOUCHE

#✏️ — quill writes !#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #💫 — THE STARGLITTERZ GALA .

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spongeyspot · 6 months

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Your task is simple...

"Run away with me..." Molly O'Shea.

-🤡

Run Away With Me

(Molly O'Shea x Fem!Reader)

(A/N): OH. MY. GOD. Yes. Yes. Always yes.

Content Warning: Molly finally gets a happy ending, infidelity, this fluff will make your teeth fall out, a little funny at the end

not edited btw

Molly’s hands stilled when (Name) spoke to her, her bottle of amber liquid stopping just before she could take a sip, the rim pressed softly to her lips. Slowly, she lowered it, her gaze finding (Name)’s again. The words spoken were clear enough, but something in Molly wanted to have not heard her correctly. They stood together by the gazebo in front of Shady Belle, the rest of the gang too busy with celebrating the return of little Jack to pay them any mind.

“What?” Molly whispered.

“Run away with me.” (Name) repeated, this time gently taking Molly’s beer bottle, setting down on a nearby crate, then taking hold of Molly’s hands. “What d’you think?”

“I think you’re a little drunk.” Molly laughed, albiet a bit nervously. Butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her feelings or because of the alcohol settling in her belly, threatening to come back up. Maybe both.

“Maybe a little.” (Name) nodded, her hands squeezing Molly’s reassuringly. “But I’ve never been so sure of something my entire life, Molly.”

Molly’s breath hitched as she stared at her, tears threatening to fall from her eyes with every word she spoke.

“I want to be with you forever, Molly.” (Name) whispered, bringing her hands up to kiss her knuckles softly. “I want to marry you…”

“You do?” Molly croaked softly, her hands shaking gently in her lover’s grasp. They’d been seeing each other secretly for months. At first, Molly was just looking for companionship, but after a rather rough night, she’d kissed (Name). It was merely an accident, fueled by alcohol, but she’d never regretted it. Even now, standing in front of her, their relationship and her feelings toward her had felt stronger than anything she’d ever felt for Dutch, even during their best moments.

(Name) pulled back only slightly before taking a quick look around camp. She dropped to one knee, one of her hands leaving Molly’s to fish a gold wedding band out of her pocket. She held it up between her thumb and pointer finger, her gaze locking on Molly’s where she stood over her. Molly started to cry, one of her hands flying up to cover her mouth. (Name) squeezing her other hand reassuringly, her own eyes welling up with tears.

“Please, Molly.” She whispered, her voice breaking briefly. “Run away with me. Marry me. I’ll take you away from here, and we’ll be together forever.” “Forever?” Molly choked out, her chest feeling tight. She couldn’t help but think of Dutch. How he’d feel about this… would he even care? Would he even notice her absence? Lately, he’d been distant. She couldn’t remember the last time they spoke, let alone spent the night together. She wondered if he had also looked for love elsewhere. “What about Dutch?”

“Forget Dutch.” (Name) scoffed, shaking her head. She stood up on both feet, cupping Molly’s cheeks with both hands, the ring tucked away between her thumb and her palm. “I love you, Molly. I want to take you away and never come back. We can leave tonight, and no one can stop us.”

She leaned in immediately, catching Molly’s lips in a soft, sweet kiss. It lasted just a few moments, but to Molly, it felt like years, her tears staining (Name)’s cheeks. Molly’s hands found (Name)’s elbows while hers cupped Molly’s face, the ring still in her grasp. She pulled back to look into Molly’s eyes again, her gaze only leaving when it moved between them, her hands dropping from Molly’s face to take hold of her left hand, slipping the ring onto her finger.

They shared another kiss, (Name)’s hands moving back up to cradle Molly’s face again. She ran her thumbs over her cheeks, wiping away the tears that streaked down them.

“Come on… Get your things.” (Name) whispered. “We’re getting out of here, my love.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The two of them were gone by the time people started to wake up the next morning.

“Hey!” Abigail looked around, lifting her bedroll to peek underneath it. “Where’s my ring?”

“Where’s my HORSE?!” John exclaimed.

"Run Away With Me" - Cold War Kids

#anon 🤡#molly o'shea x reader #molly oshea x reader #molly o'shea x female reader #molly o'shea x fem reader #fem reader #female reader #molly o'shea #molly oshea #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #oneshot #wlw #wlw love #angst with fluff

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lowkeychenle · 9 months

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Songs that remind me of Chenle <3

Okayyy I'm gonna make a list of songs that remind of Chenle and any lyrics in specific or if it's the whole thingggg this is the most delusional thing I've ever done soooo keep scrolling I know it's BAD all songs are linked <3

Also this will be an ongoing list that I'll be adding to when I hear new songs okay byeee

Rainbow - NCT Dream

I think it’ll be okay, I think we’ll be shining The rainbow that connects our hearts

2. Like We Just Met - NCT Dream

Even if say I love you every day Forever still isn't enough

3. Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays

4. Enchanted (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

5. Fictional - Khloe Rose

I'd rather keep on dreaming of someone I'll never meet than give love to another one who won't choose me

6. Dream in a Dream - TEN

I'm staying up I don't wanna come down from your love We'll get lost together, let me flow Don't ever let me come down from your love

7. Sorry, Heart - NCT Dream

Not any of the lyrics to this song lol but hearing him sing this live was a 10/10 experience and it changed my life fr

8. everything everywhere always - elijah woods

Everything, everywhere, always Love 'til it hurts, 'til my heart aches The light in my world on my dark days For always you'll be my Everything, everywhere, always

9. Work Song - Hozier

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

10. Nervous - John Legend

Like flyin' in the fast lane, no headlights in the dark That existential feelin' when you wonder what you are Got a wild wind in my head But the butterflies in my heart make it worth it

11. Complete Mess - 5 Seconds of Summer

I ask no questions as your colors take their hold As my darkness turns to gold inside

12. Stuck - Imagine Dragons

You were my one, you were my one When all has been said, all has been done You were my one, you were my one Now I am left reaching above me Time goes by and still I am stuck on you

13. Feel Like This - Ingrid Andress

I thought I knew what I knew what love was Guess I didn't know at all

14. Nights Like This - Josh Golden

But on nights like this I still think of you When it's cold outside and the bed is too

15. Never Let Me Go - Florence + the Machine

And it's over and I'm going under But I'm not giving up, I'm just giving in I'm slipping underneath So, so cold and so sweet

16. Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Think I only want one number in my phone I might change your contact to "don't leave me alone"

17. Magic - NOVO

See me in sight Feel the magic Let your heart open Fight and keep going You won't be broken forever

18. this is how you fall in love - Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler

This is how you fall in love Let go and I'll hold you up So pull me tight and close your eyes Oh, my love, side to side

19. Dandelions - Ruth B.

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

20. Never Say Never - The Fray

You can never say never While we don't know when But time, time and time again Younger now than we were before Don't let me go

21. I Would For You - Lauren Duski

Give you all of my time Lay my heart on the line I'd even walk through a fire I would for you Be the strong when you're weak Be the truth you believe Be the more than you need

22. Ring Pop - Jax

'Cause if we're gonna die, let us die sugar-coated Oh, we don't got a dime to our names, but we're loaded

23. Out of My Head - Theory of a Deadman

I don't know just what it is But I know I want this to last I can't get you out of my head God knows I've tried But I just can't forget

24. Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

I want something just like this

25. Paradise - Coldpay

In the night, the stormy night, she'd close her eyes In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly

26. Yellow - Coldplay

Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do

27. I Like Me Better - Lauv

I like me better when I'm with you I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time 'cause I like me better when I like me better when I'm with you

28. YOUTH - Troye Sivan

My youth, my youth is yours Trippin' on skies, sippin' waterfalls My youth, my youth is yours Runaway now and forevermore

29. Never Enough - Loren Allred

Will you share this with me? 'Cause darling, without you All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the night sky Will never be enough Never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough

30. I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

So, I won't hesitate no more, no more It cannot wait, I'm sure There's no need to complicate, our time is short This is our fate, I'm yours

31. REALLY REALLY - WINNER

The most beautiful thing in my eyes right now Is you If my feelings for you were money I’m a billionaire I like you

32. I Just - Red Velvet

When I close my eyes, it gets slow Your voice, your breath, your smile comes to me again On my lips, the flow, your name I’m swallowing it up, feels like I could burst I’m running again

33. This Feeling - The Chainsmokers

They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want and if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like

34. The Only Exception - Paramore

And I've always lived like this Keeping a comfortable distance And up until now I had sworn to myself That I'm content with loneliness Because none of it was ever worth the risk Well, you are the only exception

35. There You Are - Zayn

Need you when I'm broken, when I'm fixed Need you when I'm well, when I'm sick Friends that I rely on don't come through They run like the river, but not you

36. Ruin My Life - Zara Larsson

Baby, come bring me hell Let it rain over me Baby, come back to me I want you to ruin my life

37. This City - Sam Fischer

This city's gonna break my heart This city's gonna love me then leave me alone This city's got me chasing stars It's been a couple months since I felt like I'm home Am I getting closer to knowing where I belong? This city's gonna break my heart

38. august - Taylor Swift

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine

39. Broken Melodies - NCT Dream

I lay awake Inside my head Your voice is on repeat

#chenle #lowkeyjaemle #i love chenle and i will die on my delusional hill

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fayes-fics · 2 years

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Kinktober Drabble #7: Collaring

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dom/sub relationship, collaring, oral sex (m to f), fingering, edging.

Authors Note: Unbetaed. This is another one that got away from me, 2.3k, aka Faye needs to learn what a fucking Drabble is. Going to use pics above for all modern AU dom Benedict fics, cos they just scream dom to me. Also, I think this is the first modern AU dom!Benedict I have done? Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong on that. Anyway, enjoy! <3

“I got you a gift,” he says sotto voce, stroking your jaw as he holds it tilted up towards him.

His large hand slips down, and he wraps it around the base of your throat. Not tight, just a hold.

“You belong to me, and you should wear a beautiful symbol of that,” he opines as you look up at his face in rapt attention. He moves away briefly and returns with two black boxes.

“Open this one first,” he says, placing the smaller box in your hands. You flip open the lid, and inside is a delicate white gold necklace with a small padlock charm engraved with his initials - BB.

“This I want you to wear whenever we are not together or when we are in public, a reminder of our bond,” he explains.

“It’s beautiful, sir,” you breathe, running your fingers over it and enjoying the way it catches the light, “may I put it on?”

“Not right now,” he states, “you must open this other present first.”

He takes back the box and replaces it with a bigger, bulkier one.

“Open it,” he encourages.

Inside is a black leather collar about an inch and a half wide with a buckle at the back and a small round silver ring at the front.

“And this is what I want you to wear when we are in private,” he explains quietly.

You inhale sharply and feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Will you accept it?” His voice is quiet and sincere.

You know the symbolism behind it. This is a sign of commitment, exclusivity and ultimate trust.

“Yes sir,” you look up at him with adoration and, taking the collar out of the box, you hand it up to him to place on you.

He exhales heavily and leans down, kissing you passionately.

“Thank you,” he whispers as he pulls away, his tone reverential.

“Thank you, sir,” you murmur back.

Your breath speeds up as he rounds behind you at this symbolic moment. He gently moves your hair to the side, and you feel the first touch of soft leather as he wraps it around your neck. You hear the light clink of metal as he opens the clasp, then a tightening against your skin as he tries a notch on the buckle. He tests the fit by running one warm finger inside it against the soft skin of your throat.

“Hmm, just a little tighter, maybe my girl?” He opines. You feel a temporary pinch as he notched it one hole tighter. Then as it buckled, you feel the fit is ideal, not restrictive but a comforting hold. “That’s perfect,” his voice hushed. “You will wear this every time we are together like this. I am the only one permitted to take it off or put it on you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he soothes, running his fingers over the collar. “Such a good girl for me.”

He smirks, then hooks a finger into the metal ring at the front and pulls up; you have to scrabble quickly to your feet.

“Come with me,” he instructs and being led by the collar, you have no choice but to follow his footsteps across the room. He stops in front of the floor-length mirror.

Releasing his hold, he circles to stand behind you.

“Look at yourself,” he orders quietly, and you do. Seeing yourself entirely naked except for the leather collar around your neck. Your nipples standing to attention, your thighs a little wet. He’s allowing you to see how you look as his. To you, the collar looks beautiful.

You feel and see in the mirror his hands grab your waist and pull you back against his body, his cock branding your lower back through his trousers.

“Who do you belong to?” He questions into your ear.

“You, sir,” it’s breathy, and your eyes ping between his huge hands over your stomach and the collar he has placed on you.

The hands snake up over your ribs and lightly ghost over your nipples. You writhe a little and surge forward against his fingers, chasing sensation.

“Such a needy girl today,” he clucks, “I think we need to play a little game.”

“What game, sir?” You ask, eager to play regardless.

“Wait here,” he responds instead.

You track him in the mirror as he walks back to the gift boxes. You now see a smaller, third box that he flicks open and fetches something from inside, securing it hidden in his palm. You lower your gaze instinctively as he returns.

“Chin up,” he orders as he crowds behind you again.

His arms round your neck, and you feel him attaching something to the ring at your throat.

Then he removes his hands so you can see in the mirror it’s a little bell, like a Christmas charm but much classier, likely made of sterling silver from what you can tell.

“Shake your head and body,” he requests, and you do so, the bell tingling with the movement. He quells the action after a couple of seconds.

“Well done. Now, my girl, this is your challenge” his hands are back on your skin, sweeping over your breasts and down your belly “that bell has to stay silent no matter what I do to you.”

“Sir?”

“If I hear one thing from this,” he flicks the bell with his fingernail, and it rings a noise, “you don’t get to come. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir,” you answer.

“Good. Go lay on the bed, usual position,” he signals with a nod.

You walk steadily to ensure the bell does not ring. Slowly lowering yourself into position at the centre of the bed, arms and legs outstretched, spreadeagle. You do so smoothly so the charm does not make a sound.

“I’m not going to restrain you in the cuffs today,” he announces as he stands at the end of the bed. “That would make this easier for you,” he smirks. “You’ll have to stay still all of your own volition, my girl.”

With that, he crawls onto the bed and hovers over you.

“You look so beautiful in my collar,” he sighs and touches the leather. The bell tinks as he hooks a finger into the ring and pulls you up a few inches. “Don’t worry,” he says against your lips. “If I make the bell ring, it doesn’t count,” he assures you as you melt into his kisses. He plunders your mouth possessively with his tongue, then lowers you back onto the pillow.

You lay still, breathing intentionally slow as his mouth smears down your collarbone, over your chest to a peaked nipple that he takes into his mouth and suckles before biting down.

Every fibre of your being wants to surge against him and cry out, but the collar is placed over your larynx. If you vocalise too much, there’s a risk the bell will vibrate and make a sound. So you just breathe through your nose and lie still.

He sinks lower, trailing hot wet kisses and sinful tongue strokes over your ribs and stomach. Your skin pebbles where his saliva dries in the warmth of the room, and the light touch he uses is almost ticklish. You fist your hands; nails pressed into your palm as you force yourself to stay quiet and just make the tiniest of noises.

“I see you fighting every instinct in your body, my girl,” Benedict gloats, “well done.”

Usually, the restraints he ties you into do the job of holding you down, but you have to do it for yourself today. You love to fight against the cuffs as he teases and fucks you, feeling freed by the sensation of being tied entirely at his mercy. This is much harder to do, a real challenge, and he knows it; you know he is getting aroused by the fact it’s a struggle for you.

Fingers brush your clit, and you let out a whine, desperate to call his name. He shuffles lower and settles between your legs.

“Now let’s see how obedient you can be” he chuckles and licks a sinful stripe all the way up your soaked slit, tongue lingering on your swollen clit.

“Hmghhhhhh,” you exhale, needing to scream but intent on not letting the bell ring.

He laughs against your flesh, and the gust of air makes you whine harder. Seeing that, he purses his lips and blows onto your clit, a cool current over the hot saliva he trailed there. It makes you exhale gustily and bite your lip. He’s just teasing you now.

“Please, sir,” you whisper through gritted teeth.

“Please, what?” he chuckles.

“Don’t tease me too much, please, sir.” You plead quietly.

“I’ll tease you all damn night if I want to,” he asserts as he gives achingly gently licks against your nub “take you to the edge a hundred times, and if that little bell rings just once, I’ll never let you over” his voice glitters with a dark menace. “And do you know why?”

“Why, sir?” You whisper.

“Because when we play like this, you belong to me. This….” He plunges a finger inside you suddenly, and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to shout, not to move a muscle at the sudden invasion. “This beautiful weeping pussy here belongs to me,” he intones, “and I do what I want with it,” he slowly rotates the finger inside you, dragging against your walls.

“Yes, sir,” it’s just a shaky exhale.

“Say it,” he lectures with a touch of impatience, starting a slow, steady rhythm pulsing his finger inside you. “Say who it belongs to, or I stop” it’s a warning.

“My pussy belongs to you, sir,” you murmur, afraid too much volume will set off the little bell.

“That’s right. Aww, my poor girl,” he chuckles, “talking so quiet. You’ll do anything not to let that bell ring, won’t you? So greedy to come, let’s give you a real challenge.”

It’s all he says before sliding a second finger into you and rocking them hard against that spongy spot that drives you wild.

“Oh god,” your voice a tremble fighting your need to gyrate, to chase, to retreat, to do anything but lie motionless as you get finger fucked to oblivion.

“Well done, my girl,” he gusts, impressed, a little breathless from the exertion of pushing into you hard and fast, rocking with his whole arm.

Every breath is a whimper, and you bite your lip hard, feeling a strong pressure building. Benedict stops just as you’re about to break, as you are holding every muscle taut, and withdraws his fingers. The noise you make is inhuman; it’s frustration, arousal and a cry for more all rolled into one. Luckily the bell stays silent. Tears are in the corner of your eyes as he crawls up over your body, and he wipes them away with a tender swipe of his thumb.

“Such a pretty girl when you cry,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek. “I love the noises you make when you’re like this. My beautiful creature of lust and obedience.”

“Please cuff me, sir,” you implore quietly, needing the restraints to do some of the work for you.

He laughs and flicks his thumb over your nipple teasingly. “No, my girl, you must do this all by yourself.”

He makes his way back between your legs again, and you close your eyes, taking calming breaths, as his fingers part your lips and his tongue spears into your channel, his nose bumping against your clit, rhythmically in time with his tongue thrusts.

He pulls back and pushes your legs wider apart, bending them at the knee, splaying out your thighs and dragging you down the bed a little. The movement makes the bell ring, and you gasp loudly.

“Don’t worry, that was all me,” he assures with a little chuckle against your inner thigh, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he redoubles his efforts, pulling your swollen clit into his mouth with pursed lips, using suction, heat and his tongue to push you fast towards your peak, Two fingers plunging back inside you, hitting that exact spot. You can feel an insistent pull deep inside, like a line wanting to snap—all the while; you just breathe gusty needy noises. He's expertly holding you on the precipice for what seems like an eternity - so close to something mindless, breathless but motionless, tears streaming.

Finally, he takes pity.

“You can come, my girl,” he permits. “Let me hear that bell,” he adds smugly, back on your clit with a hint of teeth this time, and the world narrows down to a white-hot pinpoint, then suddenly explodes.

You scream his name, his free hand holding your pelvis firm as you curve your spine off the bed, the bell jingling loud as you thrash, convulsing, screaming. You push your core hard against his face, not caring about anything but the overpowering sensation notching up your spine and firing in all your neurons. It feels like the world stops, and you can't hear anything but a static hum in your ears.

“Good girl, you passed your test with flying colours,” he compliments as you collapse back, whimpering.

He climbs over you to kiss your mouth, your taste strong on his lips and tongue.

“They also do ankle and wrist cuffs to match this collar,” he adds conversationally, his clothed rigid cock nestled against your core. “As you did so good for me this time, next time, we will see how you do with five bells… and your vibrator,” he murmurs, his voice low and sinful.

“Yes, sir,” you exhale, dreading and wanting the challenge all at once.

“For now, I guess it's time for your reward,” he smirks and reaches to pull down his zipper; the sound is music to your ears.

Benedict taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @wysteria-clad @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat

#benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton smut #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x female reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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runningfrom2am · 11 months

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the sea around us; chapter eighteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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After we realized we literally, actually found the gold, our first move, was of course, to celebrate. We fly back to the Chateau, and we were high before we even made it back, all piling into the house and still chanting.

"Full Kook, Full Kook, Full Kook!" Everyone is yelling, dancing around as John B holds up the gold like it's a trophy. We can't believe it.

I feel my phone buzzing and I pull it out, seeing it's Rafe. I guess I have a tell, because Pope points over at me and calls me out. "Snowy, got your boyfriend on the line?"

"Yeah it's Rafe." I smile, taking the drink Kie hands me. "But he's not my boyfriend and you know it, Pope." I laugh.

"Hey, woah, woah, woah, don't tell him, okay? He can't know." JJ reminds me and I nod.

"Okay I won't tell him- shh.." I say, going to pick up the phone. Five high teenagers being told to be quiet only can have one result: laughter.

"Hi Rafe!" I giggle as I look at my friends, holding my finger to my lips as I step out the door and close it behind me.

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I hang up and lean back against the side of the house. I think he believed me- and it's not like I'll never tell him, he'll find out when the time is right. I pull my vape out of my pocket and take a hit while I text him.

S: Rafeeee

I don't get a response right away, but I wasn't expecting one. He said he was busy anyways. I go back inside while I wait, catching John B pulling his shirt off, since he's entirely covered in mud.

"Oh my god, ew, go take a shower." Kie laughs, throwing her now empty can at him.

"Yeah, will do.." He chuckles. "Sarah, care to join?"

"Gross, man.." Pope says.

"Boo..." I laugh, as the two of them head off down the hall. Just as I finish downing my drink and going to grab another one, I feel my phone vibrate in my hand.

I grab my drink and decide I should step back outside for some fresh air- it just feels so much better when you're high. I wander out to the hammock and lay down, deciding now to answer his text before I forget.

R: yeah?

S: hi :)

R: Hi

S: what doing

R: what doing?

S: i'm laying in the hammock

R: were you asking what i was doing?

S: o, yeah i was

R: i just got home from the club

S: ooo fun, was it bumpin tn?

R: ... the island club? never

S: ohhhhh the ISLAND xlub

R: are you with anyone?

S: not right this second S: eveeyone is inside

R: you should go back in R: you shouldn't be alone if you're drunk

S: nooooo S: i'd rather talk to you :))) S: also john b and sarah are in the shower together and i'd rather not be a witness to that lol

R: gross. thanks for sharing

S: welc

At this point, after a minute or so, I realize he's done talking to me so I put my phone down and close my eyes. I'm using my one leg to rock myself back and forth on the hammock, just relishing in the butterflies in my stomach until my phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" I answer, eyes still closed.

"Hey." I can hear the smile in Rafe's voice.

"Hi Rafe." I giggle. "I missed you."

"That weed is really peaking right now, huh?" He laughs.

"Yeah, kinda."

"Yeah I could tell, since I just texted you and you already said you miss me." He says, making me laugh more.

"I forgot about that!" I laugh, sitting up.

"Are you going back to Tannyhill tonight?" He asks.

"Uhm... yeah I don't think so. Unless you can come get me?" I ask hopefully. I want nothing more than to see him right now.

"Uh.. well, no, I mean yes. I mean, no I probably shouldn't..." He says and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Why not?" I pout. "I want to see you."

"Fuck- yeah, I know." He sighs, and I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. "I want to see you too, I really do, but I can't pick you up right now."

I sigh. I know what that means now. "You're high."

"Just a little- just a little bit and I don't want to make you feel unsafe but when I come down I'll come get you, okay? How does that sound?"

"No, no, don't do that." I insist, I don't want him to put himself in that spot. "Let's just talk, yeah? I wanna talk to you." I smile.

"Yeah, okay, that sounds good." He agrees. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know." I giggle. "Maybe... could we talk about us?" I suggest, biting my lip. I swear, the best thing about being high is that consequences don't exist anymore.

"Sure." Rafe responds.

"So..." I can hardly get one word out without giggling. "Yeah. That's all I got." I can hear him laughing slightly on the other side.

"So... yeah." He repeats mockingly.

"I'm just nervous, okay?" I laugh. "Leave me alone!"

"Don't be nervous." He says softly, and somehow that makes my heart flutter.

"So..." I start again. "I hear you're not one for relationships."

"Typically? It's not really my thing." He says and I frown. "But since I've met the right girl, why not?"

"Fair enough." I nod a little. "I'm not either, but to be fair that's only because I've never had the chance, I mean, yeah I just don't think I'm a super likeable person overall. That's what Kegs told me once anyway-" He interrupts my rambling.

"Snowy." He chuckles. "That was me asking you." He laughs, but I'm floored.

"Wait, actually?" I ask.

"Yeah." I can see his smile in my mind as he replies. "I've been meaning to ask you that for a little while."

He actually wants me to be his girlfriend? I guess if he's looking past where I live and who I hangout with he does really care. I don't think I have any reason to believe that this is all an elaborate prank meant to embarrass me.

"Uh, then yeah! Yeah of course." I giggle, answering before my mind gets the better of me. "My friends already call you that anyways so we'll continue business as usual."

"Business as usual." He agrees. "But maybe not actually, maybe a little different."

"Snowyyy!" I hear JJ yelling from the porch.

I go to say something to Rafe but he speaks first.

"Go hangout with your friends, okay? I'll talk to you in a bit. Call me before you go to bed." He tells me.

"Yeah, I will. Bye Rafe!" I say into the phone.

"You're so funny when you're high." I can hear him laugh before he hangs up.

"JJ!" I grin as I stumble out of the hammock, immediately face planting on the lawn.

"Oh, shit Snowy you are on fire." JJ jokes as I make it up onto the porch.

"Thank you." I laugh and he wraps his arm around my shoulder, guiding me back in.

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The next morning, we decide our move is to melt down the gold bar and try and sell it, so we can buy supplies to go get the rest of it out of the well.

Kie and JJ work on melting it down, as I lay in bed in recovery mode until we have to go in probably the early afternoon.

I get the summoning that we'll be leaving in ten minutes, and take that as my cue to get up and get dressed. I put on some of my jeans that I find on the floor of John B's room, and a tank top I had laying in a drawer. I quickly grab my bag, and we're out the door.

When we pull up to the pawn shop, we elect JJ to do the talking, since he is probably the best liar.

"Fuck you guys- I think Snowy is better." JJ groans, and I give him a pat on the back as we walk in. Showtime.

The older woman working does every test on our gold in the book, skeptical that it's real since a bunch of derelict kids brought in a gold bar worth over 140k. She was more skeptical after JJ says it's made of his moms melted down jewellery. I make eye contact with Sarah as we try not to laugh, going back to looking around.

The woman excuses herself into the back for a moment to talk to her boss, and we wait around quietly. We're all so nervous, and so excited. We're just all smiling at each other like a bunch of idiots.

"I can do fifty for it." She tells us and we all kind of look at each other, giving disapproving looks.

"No, no ma'am. This is worth one-forty at least, you didn't think I'd walk in knowing the spot price?" JJ insists as I walk up next to him.

"Honey you're in a pawn shop- this ain't Zurich." The old woman chuckles. "So I look Swiss to you?"

"Ninety- or I walk." JJ replies, and I give him a subtle pat on the back, resting my arm on the back of his shoulder.

"Seventy, that's half price," She says, leaning in a little. "And I don't ask questions about where y'all got this..."

JJ and I look at each other, and then to John B, who gives a nod of approval. "I'd like that in large denominations please." JJ says, nodding at her.

Unfortunately, because nothing for us can be easy, we have to go to some busted warehouse in the middle of fuck all nowhere to pick up the money ourselves.

We're on our way out, when Sarah and I start to give each other looks portraying how we just aren't feeling right about this.

"There's nothing but weeds out here, guys, somethings not right!" Kie insists to them and Sarah nods in agreement, just as we hear sirens and see lights behind us.

"Cops? Out here?" I say, as John B pulls over.

"We didn't even do anything!" Sarah adds.

"Guys, chill, hide the gold." John B says as we throw everything under the seat. "JJ, you didn't bring the gun right?"

"No, dude I didn't bring the gun." JJ sighs.

John B rolls down the window and we all stop talking when we see a gun pointed right at his head.

"Get out of the car." The man holding the gun says. He's got a bandana covering his face, so only his eyes are visible. "Get out of the car and let your friends out." He says, keeping the gun pointed right at John B as he slowly gets out, arms raised until he opens the back door for us. We all climb out, raising our arms as well. My hands are shaking so bad- I feel like I could throw up.

"Don't worry, beautiful.." He chuckles, pressing the gun to the side of my head. "Don't run, and I won't shoot." He tells me and I nod a little, a tear falling down my cheek.

The man directs us to lay down by the ditch on the side of the road, telling us to kiss the ground and if he sees any of us move, he'll blow our brains out. Great. Just great. The man then climbs into the van, no way he's not looking for the gold. That old bitch set us up.

While I'm focussing on not bursting into tears and panic running down the road, I see some movement to my left and slowly look up. John B is slowly getting up- eyes trained on the Twinkie. "John B, don't be a hero man." JJ whispers as John B gets up and runs over to the man's car, climbing in the back seat and ducking down just before the man steps out of the Twinkie, gold bar in hand.

"Fuck, man.." Pope mumbles, just as the gun is pointed back on us.

"If I see any of you move, I will run you over- understand?" He shouts. None of us move. He walks backward toward his car, and as soon as he climbs in, John B is on him.

"Guys I've got his keys!" He yells, throwing them out of the car in our general direction as we all run up to help, and they fall out of the car fighting. John B somehow takes his gun, and when the man is back up, JJ shoved him into the side of the car. He puts up more of a fight until Sarah slams his head with the car door, and we all just stand looking at him.

JJ goes up and pulls down the man's bandana, and sighs. "Man, I know this guy. Sells drugs to my dad."

"He probably knows my brother.." Sarah mumbles, and we look at each other. We're in deep shit now for sure.

JJ takes his wallet, and John B grabs his car keys and throws them out into the woods to buy us some time to run. We get the gold back, and quickly climb into the Twinkie and take off.

Begrudgingly for all of us but JJ, our next stop, is Barry's house. We arrive, and JJ gets out and runs in.

"Guys, this is such a bad idea I feel sick." I tell everyone. "We've got the gold, let's just get out of here."

"I'll go talk to JJ." John B agrees, running inside after the blonde.

"Sarah, we're so fucked." I whisper, for no other reason than my body still being in full fight or flight mode.

"Yep." She sighs, running her hand through her hair.

"Guys, seriously, Rafe can't know about the gold." Pope says, extremely unhelpfully.

"Pope, I swear to god.." I say, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. "Do you think Barry isn't already on the phone with him right now telling him what happened? It's completely out of our hands now."

Kie shakes her head as I drop my head into my hands. Just then, JJ and John B burst out of the door, arguing by the looks of it. We all quickly climb out of the van.

"Here we go everyone, about 5k each for reparations.." JJ smiles, holding a huge wad of cash.

"JJ.. JJ no.." I say quietly, shaking my head at him.

"Do you know what happens when you steal from a drug dealer man? They come after you, Bro." John B says, trying to shake him out of it.

"Listen, did you like looking down the barrel of a gun? He had it right between your eyes!" He shouts, putting his fingers against John B's forehead to prove his point. "You and Snowy both!"

"Dude- obviously not, I just-" John B says, pushing his hand away.

JJ just shakes his head and turns his attention to Pope. "Look, man, this will pay for my restitution."

"I didn't ask you to do that."

"Well I did it." JJ snaps. "And I'm paying it back, right here, right now, by myself." He says, getting right up in Popes face before turning around.

"You know, I'm probably better off on my own anyways." JJ says, starting to walk off.

"JJ? JJ wait!" Kie calls after him but he ignores us.

"We need to seriously let him cool off." Sarah says and I nod in agreement.

"We also seriously need to get out of here before Barry comes back." I say, and everyone agrees as we get back in the Twinkie and take off, leaving JJ to fend for himself.

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A/N; I bit the bullet and finally had them get together slayyyy -R

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