#ic. valeria speaks

[skylarsblue]

I still have more. More Incorrect Quotes.

(Accidentally had a lot more fem!Y/N than intended but it's overall GN!) Alex: What made you think you’d be good for the military? Y/N: I worked at a Waffle House in America. Alex: Ah, alright, that makes sense.

-- (Interrogating Valeria)

Y/N: Look, Gaz, you know me. I can't- I can't do it. Gaz: Why not? Why can't you interrogate her? Y/N: Because I'm a bisexual with mommy issues, Gaz. And she's as pretty as she is scary. I'm already not that intimidating, she'll laugh at me when I start stuttering and then I'll just be horny. It can't be me. Gaz: ....okay, I'll ask Alejandro-

-- Y/N: I just realized something...I had a bad childhood. Gaz: Yeah we know. Y/N: What do you mean you know? Soap: Look at how you stand! People who had good childhoods don't stand like that. Y/N: How do I stand?! Gaz: Like Ghost. Ghost: ...I don't appreciate the call out but fair-

-- Price: Where are you going?! Y/N: To either get ice cream or commit a felony, I'll decide in the car!

-- Ghost after watching Fem!Y/N do an incredibly risky move: I just...Is she blind?? Suffering some form of brain damage?

-- (Tw; Hollywood Undead unalive song)

Y/N: My legs are dangling off the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I'll sli- Price: EXCUSE ME?! WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?? Y/N: Wh- No Captain, it's just a so- Price: GHOST GET THE BASE PSYCH ON THE PHONE Y/N: CAPTAIN IT'S A SONG I'M FINE- Well I'm not bUT NO WAIT HANG ON-

-- Valeria: *screaming in spanish* Y/N: ... Gaz: Don't. Y/N, blushing: I'm trying-

-- (During movie night; watching Venom)

Y/N: *pauses on that scene where Venoms sticks his tongue out at the guy in the street* ....Hear me out- Gaz: NO! NO. Y/N: NO NO LISTEN, LISTEN- Soap: Let them speak. Gaz: Don't encourage this! Y/N, pointing at the screen: LOOK AT IT! LOOK! Objectively you have to understand- Gaz: NOOO, it eats people! Soap: THAT TONGUE IS THREE FEET LONG AT LEAST! Gaz: No, I will not be hearing anyone out! I- GHOST, Ghost, back me up. Tell them they shouldn't want to fuck the ALIEN. Ghost, looking at the screen: Ethically, it's wrong. Gaz: Thank you. Ghost: ...objectively- Y/N: AHA! SEE?!

-- Ghost: *bends over* Y/N: *silently flips out* Soap, quietly: Wh-what? What are you-?! Y/N: SHHH *grabs Soap's jaw and turns him to look* Soap: *slack jaw* Damn- Y/N: fuckingdamnindeed- Ghost: *turns around* Soap: So it's your turn to pick dinner, what're you thinking? Y/N: Oh I dunno, maybe something pork related, uh, or cake- Soap: Aha, yeah...cake. Ghost: ....??

--

Fem!Y/N: I am not the mom of 141, that's ridiculous. Someone: You make all of them lunch every day with fruit cut into shapes, IN PERSONALIZED LUNCH BOXES Fem!Y/N: They need nutrition! Someone: You color code their items- Fem!Y/N: Look, if you were there for the item mix-ups you'd understand. Someone: YOU ARE LITERALLY FOLDING AND LABELLING THEIR LAUNDRY WITH A SHARPIE ON THE TAGS. Fem!Y/N: *holding Simon's skull boxers, writing his name on the tag* That- ...oh my god I'm the mom.

-- Ghost, watching Soap run past: WHAT DO YOU HAVE?! Soap, grinning & sprinting: A FUCKIN' BOMB Ghost: NO!!!

-- Price: Y/N, this is Lieutenant Riley, you can call him Ghost. Ghost: Y/N, looking him up and down: ...you got daddy issues? Ghost: ....maybe Y/N: Cool, same. Pleasure to meet'cha, sorry life gave you shit. Ghost, shaking their hand: Ditto. Price: *concerned sigh*

-- Price, walking into the common area at 10 pm: What in the world- Gaz, Soap, and Y/N: *all in there pyjamas with face masks on, eating snacks* Y/N: *slowly keeps chewing* Gaz: ...heeeyy siiirr... Price: It was lights out an hour ago, what are you lot doing? Soap: *slowly raises another face mask* ....Self care, sir? Price: ... Ghost, walking in at midnight for water: ....what. Soap, Gaz, Price, and Y/N: *stop gossiping* Gaz: ....hey. Soap: Evenin' L.T. Y/N: Howdy. Ghost: *looks at Price with a face mask on* Ghost: ...*sighs and sits down* Pass the Goldfish. Soap: Yeaaaah, good man! Welcome to the party!

-- Shepard: Is anyone here straight?! Price: ...*hesitantly raises hand* Laswell: *pushes his hand back down*

-- Valeria: *angry ranting* Y/N, a captive: Stop being so mean to me or I swear to god I'm gonna fall in love with you!

-- Ghost: What in the hell are you doing? Y/N: Laying in the rain. Ghost: Why? Y/N: If I lay here long enough, it feels like it washes the sad away. So I'm gonna lay here until the sad is gone. Ghost: You'll get sick. Y/N: Better sick than sad, sir. Ghost: ...*looks at the sky, back down, sighs* Ghost: *lays down on the tarmac* Y/N: Got a lot of sad? Ghost: ...Yeah. Y/N: If the rain doesn't take care of it, let's trade sads. Then it'll at least be a different kind of sad. Ghost: Not sure you want my sad. Y/N: Maybe not, but I don't think you should have to handle your sad alone either. Ghost: ...alright. Y/N: Cool.

-- Price: Simon, it's three o' clock in the morning. Why on earth are you making chocolate pudding? Ghost: Because I've lost control of my life.

-- Soap, with a gunshot wound: Do I regret it? Yes. Will I do it again? Most likely.

-- Y/N after doing something so badass it would fit in a movie: ...DID EVERYONE SEE THAT?? CAUSE I WILL NOT BE DOING IT AGAIN.

-- Ghost: You kidnapped the prime minister's daughter? That's illegal! Soap: Okay, Ghost, but what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing the prime minister's daughter, or destroying 141? Ghost: KIDNAPPING THE PRIME MINISTER'S DAUGHTER, JOHNNY! Fem!Y/N: Do you guys have like, a water or something? Snack maybe? No?

-- Y/N: I think there's been some confusion. I'm not the one in trouble here. Enemy Soldier: ...What? Y/N: There are only four of you. You'll need more than that. Gaz, hearing it over the intercom: ...they're gonna whoop-ass but we should probably go help them.

-- Someone: Why are you doing their straps for them? Price: They don't like velcro. Someone: Just do it yourself! Y/N: I'm not touching that stuff! I'll get neurotypical cooties.

-- Y/N, high on painkillers: If yo leg get cut off, would it hurt? Soap, in a hospital bed beside them: ...DUH Y/N: How though? Soap: Cause your leg got cut off! Y/N: Where you gonna feel the pain? Soap: In your le.... Y/N: Exactly bro! How you gonna feel the pain in yo leg if- Both: If your leg is gone! Soap: Whoooaaa... Y/N: Bro I swear, we're geniuses. Ghost, on his last brain cell: Fuckin'ell.

-- Ghost, about to lose his shit: Dear lord, I know we haven't spoken in a long time but if you could give me a little patience-

-- Gaz: Do you believe in God? Y/N: ...Yes & no. Gaz: Yes & No? What do you mean? Y/N: I believe there is a higher power, I believe a God exists. But...believing in God? Now that...haven't done that in a long time.

--

Gaz & Y/N: *dancing* Ghost: Can you two be serious for five seconds? Gaz, bustin' a move: Dunno sir, can you have fun for five seconds? Y/N: *stops and looks at Gaz* Gaz: *stops and is filled with instant regret* ...uh, sir, I- Ghost: Tell you what. I'll give you five seconds...to start running- Gaz: *turns to run and sees Y/N already yards away* YOU LEFT ME?! Y/N: I WANNA LIVE!!!!

-- Ghost: What are they doing? Price: Arguing in morse code. Soap: - .... .- - .----. ... / .-- .... -.-- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ... .... --- . ... / .-. .- --. --. . -.. -.-- Gaz: -.-- .- / -- --- -- -- .- Soap: YOU FUCKIN' TAKE THAT BACK-

-- Soap: Keep your eyes closed, I have a surpriiisee!~ Ghost: You did your paperwork? Soap: I said surprise, not miracle.

-- Y/N, on tiktok: FOR ALL YOU NASTY ASSES IN MY DMS- *shows the team* THIS IS MY TEAM. STOP SENDING MY DICK PICS OR I WILL SEND THEM AFTER Y'ALL. Ghost: You've been getting dick pics? Soap: Who the hell's been harassing you online?! Y/N: SEE?? THEY'LL WHOOP YA ASS, SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

-- Y/N, on tiktok again: Alright, backfired on me. For all of y'all who are now trying to be nasty by THIRSTING for my teammates, uh, no. Stop askin' for my Captain's marital status, I'm not gonna tell you. No you may not get my teammate's dicks, I will not be giving you their social media, stOP ASKING I KNOW THEY'RE HOT BUT NO-

-- (I've fallen down the rabbit hole of Karen compilations, so, that's why I thought of this)

Y/N: Goodbye sir! Male Karen: Fuck you bitch! Go suck off your captain you fuckin' whore!! Y/N: Sure, I'll do that, goodbye! Male Karen: Suck my dick, whore! Y/N: Can't! It's too full of military dick, you'll need to make an appointment, GOODBYE!! Soap: *wheeze* Gaz: Jesus. Christ. Ghost: I told you all America is shit.

(Bonus Note cause I can't put in anywhere else; on the topic of Venom + C.o.D. I know we have Soap in place of Eddie & Ghost in place of Venom, but hear me out. Y/N! being Ghost's host and Johnny being a third part. P o l y ! A u !)

[nightlyrequiem]

Love Bite

Perhaps in another life, one where she was still living, you two could've been something. If she had a heart that still beat maybe you wouldn't look at her like she was a monster. 

Masterlist AO3

A/N- I would let Valeria feed from me.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire Valeria, Power Imbalance, Blood, Blood Drinking, WLW, Unrequited Pining, Slightly Sexual Themes

Two, tiny goldfish mindlessly swim around in their tank. Their orange scaled bodies turned vermillion by the low red lights in Valeria's office. The tank isn't small, but it's not large either. You feel bad for the fish. It must be maddening to only be allowed to swim within such a limited perimeter for the rest of your short, short life. You shiver and pull your blanket tighter around your shoulders. Not that it does much good. This coldness is inside of you is like a disease. Thin sheets of ice covering your delicate, mortal organs. Your heart works overtime to try and supply you with the proper amount of blood but it just can't keep up the demand.

You needed money. The only jobs available to someone of your skillset didn't pay enough. Not even the cheapest apartment was cheap enough. There was one job that paid very well. Ever since Vampirism started making it's rounds within the human population, those infected were afflicted with heightened strength, stamina, and cravings. The newly infected quickly adapted to their new lives and decided they were superior to the uninfected. The Dark Days, is what they're called. Thirty years before you were even conceived Vampires had waged war on Humans. Trapping and slaughtering them left and right. The Rebellion were a large group of humans who didn't roll over and die. They bit back, and hard enough to earn the begrudging respect of the Vampires.

Negations were hashed out and governments were formed. Parliments and parties of Humans and Afflicted (the technical term both medically and politically.) to protect the rights of both groups. Although the Vampires remain at the head of the seat, metaphorically speaking. While it is illegal for Vampires to go out and hunt and kill free standing people, they still reap the most benefits of the new barbaric system. Criminals who receive the death sentence are given to vampiric guards to satiate their hunger. The afflicted can get by on animal blood, now stored beside the milk in most grocery stores but human blood is just better. Thus, the Feeder Program was born. Humans who need more money - or just find the idea of being indentured to a stronger, crueler being erotic - can sign up to be paired with a Vampire. A living, breathing blood bag, essentially.

Only the wealthy can afford a Feeder. You suspect the Vampiric government has increased the prices on everything from rent to food to force more people into the program. The allusion of choice. You used to judge the people who participated. Why would you willingly throw yourself at the mercy of an unmerciful creature? You told yourself you'd work hard so you'd never resort to that. Unfortunately, that's not how the real-world works. You were speeding down the highway to homelessness and without a home you're as good as dead here. The government spends all its energy and money on the afflicted that there aren't even any homeless shelters. Leaving the homeless to battle with both the elements and blood thirsty creatures of the night.

The door opens, startling you awake. You hadn't even realised you were drifting off. Valeria strides in. She joins you on the couch, her harsh expression softening as she meets your gaze. Her eyes are a normal shade of brown, her ears aren't pointy, the only giveaway to her different biology are her fangs. Which aren't visible unless she's smiling or laughing. Valeria pulls you into her lap and turns you around to straddle her. Having your back to the room makes your skin crawl. She nuzzles her face down your jaw, resting it in the crook of your neck. Valeria is one of the few vampires that will employ humans. Species based discrimination also isn't allowed but the Afflicted have found a way around that. Most of Valeria's grunts are human though. It should comfort you, but the disgusted looks they throw your way when they think you can't see just makes you feel like you're less than human.

Valeria breathes in your scent. You imagine she can hear the fragile beating of your heart. Smell the blood currently running through your veins. 

"I'm hungry." She murmurs. You hate being fed from. That should be obvious but there are people out there who get off on it. There is a certain point during the feeding that does feel pleasant, but it has never turned you on. 

"You fed yesterday." You reply quietly. She's been feeding from you more and more. From the recommended monthly to unhealthy weekly feedings.

"And I want to feed again." Valeria replies. Gently grabbing the side of your face to tilt your head, baring your throat to her predatory gaze. Valeria noses along your neck, searching for the best vein to pierce.

Your face scrunches with apprehension as you wait for that painful little pinch. Valeria sniffs along your cold skin before pausing. She takes another inhale before slowly sinking her teeth into you. You hiss at the pinch and wave of warmth that passes through you. You can feel the blood leaking from the puncture holes into her mouth and the sensation makes you feel ill. Or maybe it's losing so much blood that's making you feel ill. Valeria cradles you to her body while she feeds. Rubbing her hand across your back in an attempt to comfort you. You lean against her for support. Her hand wanders lower, fingers skimming over your clothed tailbone.

The red light is giving you a headache. You close your eyes, but the lack of visual stimuli just accentuates the pain. There's an uncomfortable heat inside of you. Pulsating in waves and slickening your skin in sweat. This doesn't seem to bother Valeria though, who greedily laps up your life force. The other side of your neck is littered in bruised bites. Overlapping and scarring after not being given any time to heal. The heat dies down and the blissful tingling feeling is beginning to take hold. Your body relaxes. Just as it starts to feel good Valeria unlatches from your neck, a bead of blood runs down your neck and chest.

Valeria smooths her long fingers over the stray hairs at the back of your neck in an affectionate gesture.

"Good girl." She murmurs. Not mockingly but as genuine praise. Valeria is aware of the stress put on your body from being fed on. Not that it stops her from doing it. The momentary high wears of and you're slammed by exhaustion. Every limb weighing twelve tons. You have no choice but to lay your head on her shoulder as your eyes droop. You don't see the smile gracing Valeria's usually stern features.

The feel of your body against hers is the highlight of her day. Your breasts pressed against hers, your soft breath in her hair while she feeds. You taste warm and tender and Valeria wonders if you're warm and tender anywhere else. She can feel you trembling slightly. Can picture that little furrow in your brow. The imagery will serve to fuel some late-night fantasies in the privacy of her bedroom. You're the star in every single one. Valeria can hazard a decent guess as to what you'd sound like moaning and breathless, but the lack of confirmation leaves her frustrated. The fact that you'd never give her a chance just leaves her sad.

She continues to stroke you gently like she would a pet. Her nails gently catching on your scalp.

"I wish you did this willingly." She says quietly. The words drag you from sleep.

"What?" You ask, voice slightly slurring.

"I wish you were here willingly, in my lap, in my life." Valeria clarifies. The light bleeds into her sclera, making her look every bit of the monster she is.

"...I am." You reply, confused. You made the conscious decision to sign up for the Feeders Program. You are a legal volunteer. Valeria silently considers your words.

"No, I mean without the money." She sighs. "I want you to want to be here."

Your eyes droop again. You're so tired and cold.

"I'm tired." You mutter. Ignoring her words. They make you a little angry. It feels entitled, to want you to be here, to want you to enjoy being fed off of.

"I know." Valeria says after a few seconds. Voice hardening slightly. She's feeling the rejection. She had attempted to be real with you. She let you catch a glimpse of her dead, shriveled heart and you stabbed a stake through it. Valeria carefully adjusts you so she can lay down with you. Despite your rejection she still seeks your companionship.

Perhaps in another life, one where she was still living, you two could've been something. If she had a heart that still beat maybe you wouldn't look at her like she was a monster. Valeria gets a little burst of satisfaction when you wriggle up against her. she can tell by your breathing and the slowing of your heart that you're asleep. Valeria never realised how fragile the human body was until she turned. You're like a little bird. Hollow bones and delicate limbs. If she's not careful she'd shatter your ribs, snap your neck. She wants to clip your wings to make you stay.

She buries her face into your hair. Inhaling lungfuls of you. For a fleeting second, she thinks she'd sacrifice immortality for you. Briefly considering offering you enough money to never need to come back again - to open your cage door - but she fears if she did, you'd never return to her. Valeria is a monster. Even before she turned, she was a monster. She will never do what's best for you. Feeding from you has weakened you and made you sick, but it has brought Valeria closer to you. She knows she should, but Valeria is selfish. If she has to slowly kill you to keep you then so be it. She presses a loving kiss to your cool temple and closes her eyes. Finding tranquility in the slow beating of your heart.

[cod-imagines-fanfiction]

Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend part 9 *final chapter* (4.9k words)

Summary: Final chapter! Valeria thinks of the past as you're released from custody. She wants the two of you to move on but she can't shake the feeling that there's still danger to be faced. Warnings: lesbian smut Note + tag list at the end Link to A03 Link to masterlist with all the parts

Valeria thought of the moment you met. Or rather, the moment she met you because you hadn’t noticed her.

It was many years ago when she was a soldier of the Mexican Army, when she was younger and lost. When she would wander the streets of Las Almas on her days off, unsure of what she was looking for. Back when her skin was tighter, her voice quieter, when she used to follow other people’s orders. It was another hot day when she got sent out of the headquarters to fetch some lunch for her squad – her most loathsome task. She hated how she’d run into other female soldiers her age during the lunch run and feel the burdened femaleness of the task. Hated having a male squad leader who found every chance to shove her in the kitchen by making her fetch something from one. She felt like an armed waitress. And worst of all, she hated the conversations that would happen when she was not there, when the team was finally ‘free’ to speak its mind without having to worry about offending someone. But she bit her tongue and said nothing. It was like a rite of passage for people like her. The go-to kitchen was one run by old Renata, an aged woman who ran a tiny thing in the corner that was able to produce an incredible amount of delicious food. Renata was a small, capable woman who sped around the place fulfilling everyone’s orders. There were never any complaints, and it was close enough to the headquarters that most soldiers used it as their prime takeout spot. She was open from noon till late and was favoured enough that Renata never had to worry about security because there were always soldiers there. Renata winked at Valeria as she approached the kitchen, which was already steaming with food. The restaurant was on the ground floor of a blue building; the restaurant dwelled on the ground floor and the upper floors were for residents. The outdoor part of the kitchen included a counter with stools and some outdoor fridges full of drinks and lollies. Large pans cooked steamy food at the front whilst a narrow, dark hallway led to an area in the back where the rest happened. The smell of spiced food and the loud sound of the fridge containing ice cold drinks were delightful to Valeria’s senses. She held a piece of paper in her hands.

“Valeria, my sweet. What can I get for you?” Renata asked with that warm, maternal glow that some old women had. It made a painful lump emerge in Valeria’s throat; she swallowed it down. Valeria slid the note to her. “Just the usual, Senora. Thank you.”

Renata glanced at the paper and smiled as Valeria took a seat on one of the stools by the counter. “I’ll add it to the tab,” said the woman and vanished to the other side of the kitchen. It was a hot day yet still busy, even with regular civilians eating or picking up food. Valeria’s mind wandered to things that were occupying her at the moment when she saw the flash of a hair ribbon flicker from the hallway. A shadowed figure moved around hurriedly, moving cartons of stuff per Renata’s instructions. The old woman emerged again with packaged food to give to someone. There was nothing interesting about a hair ribbon, plenty of girls wove them in their plaits. But for some reason, Valeria’s eye stayed fixated on the spot, waiting to see that colour flicker again.

“It’s my granddaughter,” said Renata whilst wrapping something in plastic. Valeria looked around only to realise that Renata was speaking to her. “You have family?” Valeria asked before she could stop herself. But Renata only laughed, the sound was like the jingle of bells caught in the wind.

“Oh yes, plenty. I just don’t like to share my business, but that one’s good. She’s helping out for a bit.” Renata bagged some drinks and held them out to Valeria.

The ribbon flickered again, the colour shone from the few specks of light that fell on the shadows. It was a soft purple colour and attached to a long length of hair. There was something in the way that it glided amongst the darkness of the hallway, how it followed the curve of your movements. It danced like a fallen flower petal and although Valeria was not particularly feminine, there was something that drew her to it. But before she could see more, she had her bag of food and had to return. Curious to see more, Valeria returned right before Renata closed up the place with the excuse that she came to cover the tab.

And that’s when she saw the rest of you. Your skin glistened with sweat underneath the lamp lights, Valeria saw you at work from afar before she approached. A girl with quick hands bobbing her head back and forth between pans, a fistful of paper orders leaking from her front pocket. Large, beautiful eyes that fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. You shone a polite smile at Valeria, acknowledging her as a customer whilst you finished serving someone. Valeria knew from that moment that you would be hers, pure intuition told her so. And so she enjoyed this moment where you were still complete strangers, because soon enough you would be more than that. There was something about the tense line of your mouth as you concentrated, the way it hid your lips that made Valeria want to reach in and remove what ailed you.

“Sorry, what can I get you?” You asked, your hands reaching for a plastic container, waiting for the name of a food. Instead, Valeria outstretched her hand.

“Valeria Garza. Sergeant.” It was something about the way Valeria’s way of speaking that made you look up and see her properly. She had that look soldiers had, that straight back and tone of authority, no matter what their actual rank was. You saw plenty of her people every day who just wanted a service and nothing more. But this one spoke to you. Something fluttered in your stomach when you shook Valeria’s hand. Her hand didn’t hold itself against yours for a few seconds the way that polite handshakes did. It fit your palm perfectly and as Valeria removed her hand, you felt the ends of her fingers caress the length of your palm as if hesitant to lose your touch.

“Y/N,” you said.

Valeria remembered this as she saw you changing your clothes right before your release. The ‘day’ of your release was actually a night as a matter of safety. It was thought best to release such a high-profile person as Valeria when the prison was closed for the night, to avoid the traffic of visitors. The two of you were the only ones in the room but you still covered parts of you whilst changing. Valeria looked at your hair wistfully. “Why don’t you wear ribbons anymore?” She asked.

You looked at her confused and shrugged. “I don’t know. One day I just stopped.” You continued changing. Many years had passed since you met; your body and your hair had changed. When you met, you were young enough to not have quite filled into your womanly features. Those last remnants of puppy fat that cling to women in their early 20s were gone, parts of you were plumper than they used to be, and your hair had changed too. But none of that changed how Valeria looked at you, that twinkle of adoration.

“Yes, but why?” Valeria sat there, staring.

“It’s like the last day you went to play outside. I didn’t mean to, and I didn’t realise it in the moment. But I just never did it again.” You saw how Valeria looked at you in that moment, her dark eyes taking in your body, a hunger. Her lips were pursed. “Is it because you used to do it for Diane?” Valeria saw your movements falter for a second. You scoffed lightly. “When did you remember her?” You mumbled to yourself and stood straight, brushing down your clothes. “Did you though?” Valeria asked. You folded the prison attire and left it in a box. “I told you, baby. I don’t know.” There was a nervous impatience creeping into your voice that Valeria didn’t like, but it was understandable. The closer you got to freedom, the harder it was to stay in there. Valeria knew her question was provocative and frankly unnecessary, but she couldn’t stop herself. She could sense a change in the wind, but Valeria could not yet understand what was happening “I miss them,” said Valeria softly, thinking of the ribbons. She had changed to her usual attire, a black turtleneck clinging to her upper body with her classic chain around her neck. Her work belt was waiting for her past the upcoming security check and she felt its absence on her waist like a phantom limb. Visions of the past had started haunting her recently, creeping up in her waking moments. She wasn’t usually this sentimental and spaced out, but something had changed recently – you could tell. She was becoming…not softer, but wistful of things that were no more. Her fuss about the ribbon was just the latest. She would randomly ask you about what happened to that old garment that you wore on your first date. Or what happened to that bracelet she got you on your first anniversary? And what about that dessert you stopped making?

“What do you think old Renata is up to now?” She asked and you just about lost it. You breathed carefully to calm yourself before turning to your wife, who was now rising from her seat. You caught her hands and placed them on your cheeks, and it snapped Valeria out of her trance.

“Val,” you said in no more than a whisper. “We’ve talked about this.” Your eyes held Valeria’s dark ones, silently pleading for her mercy. Valeria nodded and looked away.

You thought about this change in her behaviour as you left the facility. It was not lost on you that Valeria was getting older and had an atypical, queer life. The regular marks of life were lost to the two of you; you had no children, no ‘regular’ income with Valeria’s operation, and no holidays with family. The two of you were your own unit and were happy. But recent events had pulled the rug beneath Valeria’s feet, and you wondered if she was starting to question the point of all this. The heavy metal door of the entrance opened up to the darkness of the outside world. It was a cloudy night with no moonlight and no stars, but the fresh country air brushed your cheeks blissfully.

Security was tight, you made out the shapes of guards everywhere you looked and there was a cacophony from the barks of police dogs. Harsh white lights were set to guide you towards the helipad where Valeria’s helicopter rested. And there, amidst the harshness of the yard, was an unmarked vehicle and a woman leaning on it. Her eyes were set on the pair of you as you stepped out. Valeria tightened her hold on your hand.

“What is it now? She whispered to herself as you walked forward. More was visible of that woman as you got closer. She was a middle-aged white woman with a neat, prim appearance. Her hair was a pale colour, somewhere between blonde and white, kept in a neat bun. And her eyes were a piercing blue colour. In fact, she could’ve been older. Her eyes never left Valeria. This usually happened on the rare occasion that you were introduced to someone in Valeria’s presence – they spoke to both of you but really, they spoke to Valeria. Valeria let out a strange noise as she recognized the woman.

“Valeria and Y/N Garza,” she said and glanced at you momentarily. “Congratulations on your release. I wanted to personally apologise on behalf of Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros for the terrible mishandling of your extraction.” Those pale, disconcerting eyes turned to you. They reminded you of a snake. “And I want to personally apologise to you, Y/N Garza, for your terrible treatment during custody. I want to assure you that the person responsible has-"

“Speaking to my wife is a privilege,” Valeria’s cold voice interjected loudly. “No one has it, and especially not you, Kate Laswell." The woman, Kate, pursed her lips together and nodded. She seemed like a powerful woman to you; the way she stood with perfect posture, the neatness of her appearance. And most of all, that shiny American badge handing off her heck. And yet she allowed herself to be scolded by Valeria. "I understand you’re upset, and you have every right to. I just wanted to affirm the terms of our agreement-" “If you want to communicate with me, you have my lawyer’s details. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a home to return to.” Valeria said and nodded her head towards the helicopter, which was now moving its fans rapidly. “Come on,” she mumbled to you. The two of you started walking around Kate, but that woman turned to you again. “I would have done the same for my wife,” said Kate. Valeria stopped and glanced back at Kate with disdain, it was a glance so full of disgust that it made you look away. “You’re nothing like me,” Valeria spat out.

Valeria turned and helped you up the helicopter, then entered herself. There was something about the desperate gesture of goodwill from another woman-lover that felt too precious to allow to disappear. This woman didn’t have to do this, but she still chose to be here, like a daffodil emerging of out of deep snow at the beginning of spring. Unexpected, but welcome. You turned to look at the woman one last time, but Valeria saw what was about to happen and slammed the door quickly before you could say anything. The helicopter lifted off the ground immediately. You turned to her sharply.

“I wanted to thank her,” you complained. Valeria said nothing as she put on her headpiece and began handling the helicopter’s navigation. You gazed out of the window as the world got smaller. Kate didn’t take her eyes off you until she became just another tiny thing on the ground. You wondered what all this was about and tried to release your curiosity. It was probably to do with whatever Valeria did to have you released, that terrible thing she wanted you to stay out of.

After what seemed like forever, you could see the familiar shape of your estate come into focus. You all but leapt out of the aircraft when it touched the grass of your home, which you noticed was trimmed. Valeria must’ve had the place cleaned up and maintained during your time in custody. You noticed Valeria’s frantic scrambling for anything that might have been mailed in, and soon enough the ‘business’ part of the estate was in full swing. Men ran around per Valeria’s loud orders, her shouts echoing down the many hallways. You tried not to feel hurt when she entered her study and locked the door behind her. You headed for your golden bathroom and filled the tub with hot, soapy water.

You immersed yourself inside and tried to clean yourself of all that happened. You washed off the cold looks from the man with the skull masked, scrubbed off Alejandro’s threats, and rinsed off the old skin of a body that dwelled in confinement. You then lathered your body with all the scented creams you could combine until you smelled like a flower nymph, you dressed your body in the silkiest garments you could find. Anything to return to the woman you were before Alejandro had leapt inside yours and Valeria’s bedroom.

You were almost asleep by the time Valeria returned. Her steps were so quiet that she startled you when she suddenly slipped inside the sheets, coming to spoon you from behind. She burrowed her face in the nook of your neck and inhaled deeply, you felt the softness of her skin on your back as she held you close. As she exhaled, you smelled the faint linger of nicotine in her breath and grumbled. “Just for tonight, baby. I’m sorry.” She said and gave small pecks to your jaw and then the back of your ears. “You smell so good,” she mumbled and tugged at your ears with her teeth. One of her hands roamed the length of your figure and you leaned back towards her body, feeling the soft and hard parts of her. The softness of her chest and tummy, the firmness of her upper arms, the strength of her legs as they snaked around yours and held you in place. You turned and shared a big, long kiss. You tasted the faint linger of smoky nicotine in her mouth mixed with the tangy sweetness of alcohol. She had celebrated your return home in her own way.

Valeria pulled back from you. “What if we left?” she asked, her lips almost touching yours. Her eyes were closed as she said this, and you nuzzled your face to hers. Suddenly, you felt how cold she was: she must’ve been smoking outside. It was something she did rarely because you hated the smell and you had always warned her about how it would yellow her teeth. It was a hard habit to break and although she was mostly clean, there were moments where she just needed a smoke.

You cupped the back of her head, the softness of her hair awakened something inside of you. A hunger, a warmth that glowed within you; you felt the same thing linger in Valeria’s body, down her legs and in her abdomen. The silence of the estate reminded you of your returned privacy. “I’d follow you anywhere,” you whispered and kissed her. Valeria moaned into the kiss, that delightful sound buzzed on your skin. She held your face with her hand, deepening the kiss until your bodies were desperately crashing into each other. Sloppy, wet kisses were interrupted by the shuffle of your bedsheets as you clawed at each other’s layers, begging to see and feel the other’s skin.

“You’re so cold, my love,” you whispered as Valeria pulled down your nightgown. Your breasts came into view and the sight elicited a soft noise from your wife. Valeria’s eyes darkened as she looked at them. She removed her final layer and tossed it across the room. “Come warm me up,” she said and pulled you on top of her. Your body fit onto hers and you enjoyed how similar yet different the two of you were. Two soft bodies pressing into each other; one cold, one warm. The tantalizing softness of your chests being brought together; the way she pressed you down onto her as she sought your warmth and softness, wanting to desperately feel your wetness onto her own. You kissed and allowed Valeria’s greedy tongue into your mouth, one of her hands kept travelling further down your back and she slowly inserted one of her fingers inside you. The kiss broke and you moaned weakly. Valeria moved her head higher to steal your lips again. Her finger stretched and curled, teasingly lingering close to your sensitive spot.

“That’s what you were thinking about. Right, princess?” Valeria asked and made you look at her, her finger exited and caressed your special spot on the outside, wetting your clit with your juices. “Yes,” you mewled, and she rewarded you with two fingers.

“You’re so warm,” Valeria whispered, and you kissed again. She slowed down and pumped weakly in and out of you, making you move your lower body desperately for more. You felt Valeria chuckle beneath you, she found it amusing when you moved yourself onto her hands; Valeria wanted to feel imperative to the path of your desire. She was the keeper of your pleasure, an instrument to your love making, your path to bliss. She urged you to keep going and just watched you dance to the song of your passion, watched as you moved to straddle her. The sight of your breasts bouncing up and down as you rose and lowered yourself onto her hand.

“Be loud for me, baby. I’ve missed it.” Valeria said as you bit your lip. Arousal made you bold and when Valeria moved her hand so it pumped into you, you spread your legs and moved frantically to your climax. Your cries of pleasure mixed with Valeria’s commands to keep going, to keep clenching onto her like the desperate, lovely thing that you were. To be good and open your legs more so she can see you come prettily, like you always did. You closed your eyes as the sensitive, hot spot within you erupted and the heat reverberated across your body. Valeria sighed satisfyingly as she pumped a bit more into you, making you jolt in your place as she sought the last scraps of your orgasm.

You looked down and found Valeria smiling to herself. “You’re glistening like a diamond, my love.” You huffed and breathed out from your slightly swollen lips, then lowered yourself onto her again. Valeria made a small noise as your ground your wetness all over hers, shivering as you rubbed onto her clit. Your hand reached into a drawer of your bedside table as you continued this movement until you found what you were looking for. “My love…” Valeria trailed off as she noticed this.

“You missed your favourite, no?” You said and brought her favourite toy in sight, a lengthy vibrator. You wanted her to have a truly special moment now that you were back home and safe to express the true potential of your eroticism. And there was one thing in particular that you felt she needed, something that was more than just the gratification of her senses: words of love. “Let me speak my love to you,” you said. Valeria’s eyes were dark with lust, and she flushed at the sight of the toy. But beneath that passion lay something vulnerable. Something that needed to be gently caressed. Valeria’s recent ramblings had concerned you and the way she mentioned your ex today was the nail in the coffin. Valeria, you felt, was feeling insecure. Intimacy is more than just sex, it is the tenderness of sweet words whispered between kisses and licks, it is found in the gentle touch of a lover who sees behind the desire within your eyes and speaks to the person in there who is desperate to unify with their partner. Who wants to reach true intimacy, to embed their soul unto yours. Sweet words were necessary with Valeria, but you couldn’t do that when using your tongue for other things. Valeria was quiet, she tugged at your lips with her teeth and opened her legs.

“You know how much I love you, Val.” You said whilst gazing into your eyes. Valeria nodded and you kissed, your hands positioned themselves close to Valeria’s core.

“I want to be with you forever,” you whispered and caressed the clean plastic onto Valeria’s wetness, you felt her sigh shakily.

“I want to make you feel good, baby,” you pecked at her neck in between your words. Valeria’s little noises hummed out of her as you tugged at the sensitive spot beneath her jaw, the spot that made her squirm. “Y/N…” she whimpered your name pleadingly and the toy came to life. “I love you more than anything,” you said as you made love to her. The toy vibrated tantalizingly on her clit and rested there as you inserted a finger inside. Valeria moaned out your name and pleaded for kisses with her eyes, which you granted.

"Does my love feel good?” You asked her and she nodded whilst biting her lip. Valeria threw her head to the side with ecstasy. She cried out for more, which you delivered. You increased the toy’s setting and slowed down with your fingers so she could enjoy more of her pleasure. “You’re so beautiful,” you moaned and busied yourself with your wife’s throat, licking and kissing and biting it. Seeing Valeria like that turned you on and you lowered your core onto hers, feeling the second-hand vibrations bounce from Valeria’s skin onto yours. Valeria’s hands trailed down your back, making you shiver. The sounds of wet skin slapping, of moans and gasps filled your marital bedroom, the bedframe creaked as you made passionate love. “Come on, come on,” you mewled and pumped into her faster than before. You could tell she was close from her movements, her fingernails were digging into your skin almost painfully, but the discomfort got lost amidst the high of your sex. “Show me your love, Val. Come for me.” You took one of her nipples in your mouth and pinched it with your teeth and it sent Valeria to her climax. “I’m here, baby. I’m here,” she moaned as she started to erupt in orgasm. You saw a glimpse of insecurity flash her eyes as she wet the bed, but you drew out all of it with your fingers. “It’s natural baby, give all of it to me.” You said and she released it all.

"I’m so proud of you, baby. You haven’t done that in a while.” You said and kissed her forehead. Valeria huffed out and gave you a small smile, her cheeks were flushed with colour.

You cleaned each other in the bathroom with the shy smiles and looks of people who were happy but slightly embarrassed in hindsight. “It’s normal, my love,” you kept saying and washed off Valeria’s skin. The two of you lay in bed for a long time after that, not falling asleep but caressing each other’s skin in the darkness.

“You want to leave?” You asked and heard Valeria sigh next to you.

“I’m scared, Y/N.” She said finally. “He won’t leave us alone.” Fear tugged at your heart as you listened to her. “You think he’ll come after us again?” Valeria nodded next to you, she didn’t need to ask to know who you meant. “You saw how much he hates me, Y/N. And now he hates you. I know Alejandro well enough to know this: he will not stop. I don’t know how he’ll do it, but I know it.” You lay there in silence for a bit as you thought it out. Those people know where you live now – Alejandro’s team and the people he worked with. And who’s to say that the rest wouldn’t want revenge too. You remembered that masked man who removed you from the container, the one with the skull face. You remembered how his partner got hurt when you fled, maybe worse. What if he also wants revenge for what happened? You got him in trouble, didn’t you?” You asked her and felt Valeria turn to you sharply. You spoke quickly before she could jump to any conclusions. “I haven’t inferred anything more, I promise. And I won’t ask. But I can tell that much. You think he’ll want revenge for that?” Valeria shifted next to you and, for the first time ever, she let you to a part of her that was carefully guarded. The mastermind behind everything. “Yes.” You turned and softly pressed your forehead onto hers. The smell of soap on her skin mixed with her natural smell and as you inhaled it, you felt how badly you wanted the moment to last forever. “Let’s leave, Val.”

For the rest of the night, whispers of forgotten dreams and giggles over potential occupations turned your bedroom into a portal of the wildest parts of your imagination. What if you retired early by the seaside? What if you finally wrote that cooking book that you sometimes daydreamed about when setting the table? And what if Valeria became an art collector with the rest of her money? What if you vanished into thin air?

*

It was many months later when someone visited that estate again. A figure jumped over a wall in the middle of the night and shuffled around the bushes. Their eyes scanned the perimeter with the movements of a predator that sought its prey. That person slowly arose to their full height in disbelief: the place was entirely deserted. Only some scraps of light from lampposts illuminated whatever was left behind. The house was a shell of its former self, dark and devoid of people. Gnarly bushes of roses and overgrown weeds desecrated the once carefully maintained garden, they stretching out their green, thorny limbs to tear at the man’s uniform. Alejandro cursed loudly as he looked around, he called out to someone. And somewhere far away, two women danced in their warm kitchen, swinging their hips and laughing as their dinner cooked. In the living room, a fire was going in the fireplace, and they would later sit and sip their wine whilst watching a film. And then, they would go to bed. Because your life didn’t end when you were stolen from your wife. And her life didn’t end when she lost you. You would find each other over and over again just so you could dance like this. This moment was infinite. There was only one way things could have ended, and this was it. In Valeria’s arms, hearing your food bubble in the pot. Life didn’t have to be about money and blood and fear. It could be about dancing in the kitchen with your love late at night, seeing Valeria’s eyes twinkle beneath the light.

Note: Final chapter y'all we did it! Thank you so much for reading my story, I hope you liked the ending. This is the first fanfic I've ever finished omg. I got very attached to Valeria and Y/N's story so of course they needed a happy ending :) Writing this series has been so fun for me, thank you for all the comments and likes!

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Dragon Blood

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n Stark Rating - Flirty AF + Mild sexy smutish Word Count - 1944

Jacaerys walked the Winterfell halls with Y/n Stark beside him, arrangements had been made and there was no escaping them. For the Pact of Ice and Fire, they would have to wed, Jacaerys was excited but nervous all the same as they walked together. His eyes lingered on her Stark grey dress, the fur that lines her shoulders, the way her hair falls perfectly. He clears his throat before he finally speaks.

"My Lady, if we are to go through with this, I would like to give you proper courtship. Would you allow me to court you for the remainder of my stay at Winterfell?"

"I'd be delighted Prince Jacaerys,” She smiled,

Jacaerys felt relief when he heard her accept this condition from him. She had been very accepting so far which he supposed was due to the importance of this pact. As they walked the corridors chatting and getting to know one another arm in arm he felt in heaven as he walked alongside Y/n once they were both alone. Their footsteps echoed through the halls, and for the first time in quite a while, he felt truly happy.

"My Lady, may I ask a question of you?" He whispered as they walked in silence.

"of course Prince Jacaerys," she cooed squeezing his arm,

He cleared his throat again, "My Lady, I have been so focused on trying to get Lord Stark to accept our pact, that I have yet to ask you about yourself. What do you like to do for fun, my Lady?"

"Oh," she blushed "well I like to read, to write, to sew. What about yourself Prince Jacaerys?"

"I love reading and sparring, my Lady. It's a shame it's considered impudent for me to take up something like sewing, though I would like to learn if you're willing to teach me."

"I'd be happy to teach you to sew, and I'm sure there are many things you could teach me in return"

"Well, I can teach you some sparing moves or even some high valerian,” He glanced at her, "only if you'd like to learn these things, my Lady."

"I'd like to. I'm sure you could teach me about sparing, valerian, perhaps even dragon riding one day if you wanted to of course I will not impose"

"My Lady, if you are genuinely interested, I would be overjoyed to teach you all those things."

"I would like to learn but I shall not push if you do not wish for your lady to know such things I understand" She nodded "I understand your blood is what gives you the capability to ride a dragon and I understand it is something I shall never have, not fully understand"

"My Lady, you are correct, Dragons require that blood to truly understand them on such levels." He hesitated, "But I have heard talkies of non-Targaryen’s who bond with a dragon, though..."

"oh, how is that?"

“Gaining trust takes great time but I have heard it can be done.” He nodded, “But I’m sure Vermax will learn to love you as I will,”

“I hope so,” she smiled, “And of course, we can hope for dragons for our children,”

“Yes, of course, young dragon riders.” He cooed,

“May I ask?”

“Yes, my lady?”

“I do not know how it came to be that families of Valeria can ride dragons?”

He took another deep breath and finally spoke. "Well... My mother has always told me, that...the old valerians shared something more intimate when bonding so that the Dragon would know his rider was devoted to them more than anything. If the bond was to be permanent, then the two of them were to..." Jacaerys's heart beat faster and faster the longer he spoke. This was the last thing he wanted Y/n to hear, but he knew it was part of his Valyrian blood, a part of his history. He took another deep breath before he finally spoke the words that he feared he would have to say. " it is said that they shared intimate relations, so the Dragon knows the rider is committed. And they bred with their dragons which is… supposedly where the dragon blood comes from and That's what makes us capable of commanding them."

she blushed "Really? Oh my goodness... I... I don't even understand how that's possible..."

He hoped that it didn't ruin things between them, he hoped she wouldn't think any less of him, but the thought of anyone doing something like that was making him nervous let alone knowing it was the reason he and his family were the way they are.

"humm baffling... Surely that's impossible I mean just based on measurements alone it seems very impossible"

"It's not impossible, my Lady. But...it is a bit of a challenge, depending on the size I’d Imagine.”

"Well, forgive me if I do not do such things just to be accepted by your family. I am quite alright watching from the ground is that is what it takes to join you in the sky" she explained,

He laughed, “No no! Of course not! Such things burned up with old Valeria I assure you, you have nothing to worry about,

“I’m glad, for a moment I was scared,” she giggled, “And after all, there is only one dragon I wish to be a riding on" she giggled tapping his nose and giving his cheek a small kiss before she opened the door to her chamber and invited him inside,

Jacaerys felt his heart pounding once more, His emotions were now a mix of excitement and nervousness. He walked into the room, hoping with every step that he would not disappoint his betrothed. She closes the door behind them and goes to the fire throwing a few more longs on

"I must apologise I like the room cold, I do hope it's not too cold for you Prince Jacaerys"

“No, no however your comfortable my lady,” He nodded sheepishly but very excited,

"so? Tell me I'm sure you have plans for me? Given we are to be married?"

Jacaerys's heart skipped a beat as she spoke, it was as if she was reading his mind. "Well, My Lady..." He paused for a moment. He did not want to seem too eager so he spoke as calmly as he could and tried to slow down the rushing of his heart. "...I was hoping... For a night with you."

"a night?" She chuckled, "Don't tell me I have to earn my right to join the family with... Relations with a dragon too?" she smirked running her hand across his shoulder,

Jacaerys's heart skipped another beat as she came over, and as he saw the smile on her face, he felt all his nerves fade away. Jacaerys chuckled a moment before he wrapped his arms around his soon-to-be wife. "I hope you know..." His voice was soft, like a whisper. "There's nothing I'd want to have more."

"I see... Well, your dragon is outside in the barn? Vermax?" She teased not really meaning it, "Shall we go see him then? Or would you prefer these relations be simply with a Targaryen dragon" she cooed stroking her hand against the silver buttons on his shirt tracing the small dragon shapes in the metal

"Well, my dragon's name is Vermax, yes... But I think Targaryen blood is merely enough." He teased back,

"if that is what Prince Jacaerys wants his lady wife to do" she whispered

Jacaerys's heart nearly stopped at the sound of her breath against his neck. The way she had whispered those words sent a shiver through his body, one of excitement.

"Your soon-to-be husband desires you, My Lady. Your words and your touch." he whined, “Perhaps tonight can be the first night of bonding between dragon and dire wolf,” he smirked,

Y/n chuckled slightly "Does he now? That is very good to hear Prince Jacaerys after all I handsome prince should desire his lady endlessly as much as she desires him," she cooed "And as for the bonding between dragon and direwolf, forgive me if I say that vermax may be too big and frightening for me, I think I have picked out a very impressive, very handsome, half Targaryen and half verlaryon blooded dragon,” she whispered,

“Humm and I think I have picked myself out a beautiful, sweet, stark dire wolf,” He playfully rubbed her nose and she giggled baring her teeth and playfully pretending to bite at his nose so he smirked and snapped his jaw back at her the two acting as if a dragon and dire wolf were nose to nose, "Then my lady," he whispered back, "I have a proposition that I think you might like."

"enlighten me Prince Jacaerys?"

“We throw away all concerns, all worries. Act as if we are already married.”

"humm if it would please you Prince Jacaerys"

"My Lady, you can imagine just how much this pleases me..."

she giggled "I'm sure it does. Perhaps even my sweet dragon could tonight be the one to take my Maidenhead"

Jacaerys felt his heart skip a beat when he heard her speak, his body reacting immediately to her words. "Oh, my sweet lady, I wish you knew just how much I desire you now..." He leaned down further until his mouth was near her ear, his voice low and deep, filled with just how much he wanted her. "And you can rest assured, I plan to be the first in every sense of the word." he growled, "Do you truly... Desire me as much as I desire you?"

"no," she answered "I desire you even more"

"Then show me."

Y/n chuckled a moment before her smile crawled across her lips, she shoved him backwards onto her bed he landed atop the sheets and furs on his back propped up by his elbows, she let him catch his breath from the shock before she climbed onto the bed, she mouthed his waist as of riding a horse and pushed her hips down onto his own with her gown spread across the bed around them," "Come here Jace darling," she cooed as she rested her hands on his cheeks one on each her fingers stroking his jaw as she pulled him into an intense kiss

Jacaerys's heart almost stopped when she pushed him onto the bed, and his breath was instantly lost as she climbed on top of him. He couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotions at her playful approach, and the kiss sent him into a dizzying state. He felt the fabric of her gown brush against him, and as they kissed, he felt his tongue find its way along her mouth. He could not help but feel his heart skipping with the intensity of the moment, and the emotions swelling inside him. Jacaerys was completely entangled with Y/n, and every moment brought him a new wave of joy as he felt her body pressed against him. This was what he had wanted for so long now, and it was so much better than he could have imagined She was so bold and eager with him, it was as if she could read his mind. He let his hands reach up and explore her body, grabbing onto her hips as he pulled her closer to him. The moment was perfection. As if their entire lives had been a long, drawn-out wait for this moment, their lips kept meeting, their bodies kept pressing against one another, and they were each other's only focus in this moment. Time seemed to stand still, as time passed away from the night, the only focus was being one. The world could crumble outside this room, and they wouldn't even know, as long as they had each other. The sensation was overwhelming, and Jacaerys was so filled with the need for her that he couldn't think of anything else… 

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The Hazards of the Job

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Valeria isn't impressed when she comes home from work.

The frozen bag of peas may have helped the ache in your cheek, but it did little to dispel the worry you were feeling because when Valeria saw your face, all hell would break loose. When your front door opened, you thought about hiding, but even in the huge house you two shared, she would find you eventually and that would make it even worse.

"Mi Vida, do you want to order takeout tonight?" She sounded like she was in a good mood, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But the moment you spun around, the smile on her face soured. She ran up to you, wrapping her hand around your wrist gently to pull the makeshift ice pack from your face. "How did you get that bruise?"

"It's not what it looked like." She gave you a pointed look, you were going to have to explain everything in detail if you didn't want her to start shooting people. "It was Jose, he woke with a start when I went to get him his meds, and I didn't move out of the way fast enough. I'm fine and he was very sorry."

Her jaw clenched, the reason she asked you to move from your job at the Las Almas ER was so that you wouldn't be in harm's way anymore, she thought you being the compound's personal doctor would mean you'd be safe. "He wouldn't have been shot in the first place if he had just followed his orders."

You nodded. "I know, but he's young and he still has a lot to learn. For what it's worth, he felt pretty guilty and he's scared shitless about what you're going to do."

She huffed in humour. "Yes, well, he should be." She smiled softly at the look on your face and reached up, brushing her thumb over the colours growing on your face. "I'm not going to hurt him don't worry. He'll just be on supply runs until his hair goes grey."

You smiled and leaned in, rubbing his nose with yours before pressing a kiss to her lips before pulling back just far enough to speak. "Thank you, Mi Amor."

Her other hand found your cheek and she chuckled softly. "Mi Vida, always the bleeding heart. What am I going to do with you?"

"Buy me pizza and watch shitty romcoms with me?" Despite the way she acted in front of everyone else, she was as sweet as cotton candy with you, you knew she wouldn't be able to say no.

"Of course, anything for." You kissed her again and she wrapped one arm around you to pull you close.

Fin

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Fortnite Chapter 5 - Chapter 2 Remix.

So, how do we go about the magic of Fortnite OG without straight doing it again?

A remix.

The first we'd get about this season is the teasers sent out to content creators. They were pretty cool looking. They had pins that hinted to things about the season, 2 pretty looking tickets, a tape player that played a track from the battle pass, all put in a nice looking black box.

At the beginning of the year, a roadmap was leaked. Everyone assumed we were going to get Fortnite OG 2 but with the chapter 2 island. We were right about the island, but we would later learn through a surprise live concert both in-game and in New York the true season theme. (Something that was cool about this concert is that the in-game effects was synced to the actual concert that happened in times square. Pretty impressive on a technical level.)

Rappers. Isn't that cool? Snoop Dogg and Ice Spice appeared physically for this announcement. It was cool to me. After the concert, we got a season trailer. Snoop Dogg, Ice Spice, & Eminem have taken over the chapter 2 island! The iconic agency is now the Doggpound. Eminem & Ice Spice even took over POIs. With a cool graffiti theme, courtesy of Hope.

Speaking of Hope, there isn't much of a story to go off of this season. Like the previous OG season, this one's a fun break from all of the madness. Given the stress Hope went through last season, it's good to see her relaxed. At this point, the war with Dr. Doom has ended. The Chapter 5 island is strangely intact, and Hope has left it behind to Nisha to rebuild. And maybe Valeria. We learn of this through voicemails that Hope leaves to her neglectful older sister. She doesn't pick up any of them.

When it comes to the battle pass, this one didn't excite me as previous ones have. But i still like all of the designs to come from it. Mashups and different iterations of fan favorite skins from this era of fortnite return.

My favorite skin from this pass has to be Undercover skye. A fusion between Guff and Skye. She's just adorable. Strangely, she looks even younger here though. How'd that happen?

With this battle pass, a new cosmetic type appeared. Kicks. Shoes you can put on your Fortnite skin. Honestly? It's pretty interesting. I'm always down for another level of player expression and customization. This is unique to me though. With the games i've played like this, it's usually different color schemes or aura effects that flash from your character. But here, it's straight up.. shoes you can put on your character. And you can make some crazy combos with it. At first i thought it was stupid, but now i've warmed up to it.

At the time of writing this, only a handful of skins can wear these. But with every update, the number grows. They really do try to make these work. Removing shoes and even giving skins socks to work with them. I see the effort here. Pretty cool.

Remember what i said about that theme? There's also a 4th rapper. Juice WRLD.

He would unfortunately pass in a tragic incident in 2019, leaving many of his fans heartbroken. From what i understand, epic was working with him on a fortnite collab years ago, but they never got to see it through due to his sudden death. it appears that Epic worked with his estate to turn this season into a tribute to him. Back then, Juice loved playing Fortnite like how EVERYONE else was during that mania. Epic took special care in honoring him in-game. If you look throughout the promotional material, there are a lot of things that were left there in his memory.

Throughout the season, his figure would appear in the sky, visible at all times. There was also a free juice wrld skin released to all players that simply logged in during the season. Essentially becoming a new default skin. At the time, Juice WRLD was everywhere! That's one way to be immortalized. To this day, you'll see mini Juices running around the island.

At the end of it, we were shown a music video created in collaboration with epic, with stellar 2D & 3D animation. It's Juice WRLD's final release. An unreleased song. One thing i found touching about the direction of the video is that we never directly see his face. I'm not exactly sure what kind of message it was supposed to send, but i took it as a way to help let go. he really is gone.

I don't think i've ever seen a Fortnite season be dedicated to someone like this. It was unique. I've never seen a memorial like this ever. I think Epic did him right.

999 Forever

[fandomworldofdreams]

Hospital For Souls

"I want to hold you close, ekin pressed against me tight. Lie still, and close your eyes girl. So lovely, it feels so right. I want to hold you close. Soft breasts, beating heart as I whisper in your ear, 'I want to fucking tear you apart.' "

-She Wants Revenge

Previous: Prologue, CHP1, CHP2, CHP3

Warnings: force-feeding, violence

Chapter IV: Tear You Apart

Valeria glared across from the desk at Dr. Crane, who looked unfazed at her anger.

There was a faint bruise on his chin, his lip had a visible enough crack. That gave her some satisfaction.

"Ms. Gray, I need you to understand something. I'm only comfortable discharging patients when I am fully confident they are ready for it. Considering your disregard for the intensity of the situation and the fact you show no inclination to change, that is why I did what I did."

"You don't even know me," she hissed. "We talked for maybe thirty minutes and suddenly you know how I think?"

"That Is indeed my job."

"So far I can't say you're top tier."

He smirked. "You have been here three days and have yet to eat anything."

She tensed. "I didn't realize I was being watched constantly."

"I have to keep tabs on my patients to ensure their well-being."

"I'm not hungry, especially not for that shit you call food."

Dr. Crane sighed, removing his glasses and meeting her gaze.

She stared right back. His eyes reminded her of ice, an appropriate match to his soul.

"What is your favorite food?"

She looked at him confused. "I suppose hamburgers or sushi." He smiled softly.

"And your least?" She paused.

"Broccoli," she lied.

He reached into his desk and presented an apple to her. "I am going to give you one more chance to eat something before you regret it."

Valeria clenched her jaw. "Fuck you."

To her surprise he smiled at her. "I'm also aware your father finally came to visit."

"Were you also aware you worked together?" Valeria asked

"He mentioned that."

"Mentioned? You spoke with my father?"

There was a shift in his aura as well as his body language. He leaned back, knowing he held all the cards.

"I did."

Valeria was filled with anger. "What could you possibly gain from speaking with him?"

"Insight."

He was toying with her and she knew it. She took a deep breath before neutralizing her expression. "Well I do hope that the man who couldn't notice my mental decline, let alone tell you my favorite color offered a good look into my psyche."

Dr. Crane stood and walked behind her, leaning down so she could feel his breath against her ear. She shuddered.

"It gave me everything."

He turned, opening the door and motioning for the guard that had brought her. "Bring her here first thing tomorrow instead of Dr. Lecter's."

The guard nodded and roughly grabbed her, escorting her to her cell.

That night she tossed and turned, anxious of what was to happen. Dr. Crane was unpredictable and dangerous. Whatever rules he followed seemed to be few.

She also wondered what things her father had shared with him, how much leverage on her had he willingly offered up on hopes of helping her?

When morning came dark circles had appeared under her eyes.

"You look like crap," Teddy tried to joke. She huffed and they made the agonizing walk to Dr. Cranes office.

But they made a different turn. Valeria glanced to Teddy. "I thought we were going to Dr. Crane's office?"

"He instructed me to bring you to a different room." Her chest tightened and she asked no further questions, doubting Dr. Crane had informed him of anything else

They reached the room and Valeria was grateful she hadn't been eating, because she may have puked it up from nerves.

A chair resembling one found at a dentist office was in the center of the room.

The room itself was cold and she assumed this was where patients came for dental procedures.

Dr. Crane had removed his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Take a seat, remove the cuffs," was all he said, not looking in their direction. Whatever he was looking at, Valeria could not see, which only fueled her anxiety.

Teddy helped her into the chair and fumbled with his keys, nervously glancing at Dr. Crane. It was with that she knew he was new to this job. Or just afraid of Dr. Crane, which she wouldn't blame him for.

Dr. Crane finally turned to them, eyes locking on her. He approached her and reached for the arm of the chair, pulling a thick leather strap out and around her wrists, fastening the buckle. Valeria began to panic. She kicked out her legs and threw her hand around to try and get the buckle.

"Restrain her other arm!" Teddy grabbed her left arm and strapped it in. Dr. Crane reached around her head and pulled a final restraint out. He placed it over her forehead, immobilizing any movement of her head.

Valeria was breathing heavily and trying to wiggle out of the binds. The leather rubbed into her bandages. She was shaking.

"Since you refuse to eat," Dr. Crane began as he pulled a tray over beside them. "I believe it's time we fix that problem."

"What are you going to do?" Valeria asked, voice unsteady.

"Do you know what an orogastric intubation is?"

She didn't answer, clenching her fists to pull against the restraints.

"Perhaps you'll know the term 'force-feeding'?" A grin broke across his face at watching her eyes widen in terror.

"D-Dr. Crane is that even legal?" Teddy asked in disbelief. Dr. Cranes eyes squinted at him.

"You may leave if this is too much for you to handle." He turned to the table and grabbed a metallic tool that looked almost like large scissors with curved flat tips.

Teddy glanced to Valeria. But her gaze was on the tool.

"Open wide." She clasped her lips shut and he tried prying them apart with his fingers. Teddy stood there, frozen. Finally Dr. Crane hissed and squished her nose between his thumb and forefinger.

Velaria didn't loosen her jaw.

"If you don't breathe, the best that'll happen is you'll be unconscious for this. Which may make my job even easier. Of course, you won't know what happened during the session." His chuckle sent chills up her spine and fear consumed her.

She was beginning to see spots and her ears popped as she tried to force air out of her nose.

She finally caved and gasped for air. Dr. Crane immediately shoved his fingers in her mouth and wrenched her jaw open, shoving the tool he had in.

It cut into her gums as it slipped between her teeth.

He clicked it locked and her mouth was forced wide open, the metallic taste of blood against her tongue and the loud popping sound of her jaw made her flinch.

She looked at Teddy, eyes pleading. But he was just as terrified as her, unsure of what to do.

Dr. Crane pulled a small tube off the cart and made sure to admire it in front of her.

"You're going to need to relax your throat," he advised. "This process is very particular. You wouldn't want the tube to wind up in your lungs and drown you."

Fear had made it's home inside her and she was yanking so hard on her restraints that blood was starting to soak through them.

Dr. Crane stepped right beside the chair, gazing down at her. Valeria was breathing rapidly and unevenly. She tried pleading with her eyes to him.

"Let's begin."

She tried to close her throat as best she could. But other than making her gag, the tube slid right down.

She couldn't breathe. She was choking on the tube.

"Try not to puke." Dr. Crane said. His eyes would occasionally lock with hers as he continued pushing the tube further down.

She was going to suffocate to death was the only thing she could think of. The sounds she was making were inhuman. Her nails dug into the arms of the chair. Drool dripped down her chin.

Teddy grasped her hand, holding firm even as her grip threatened to break his hand.

Finally Dr. Crane stopped and Valeria was able to breathe. Tears were streaming down her face. He grabbed a funnel, attaching it to the end of the tube and then poured a blended up sludge into it.

Valeria was frozen, she didn't dare move out of fear of what would happen if she did. It didn't take long, but it felt like an eternity to her.

After Dr. Crane had emptied all of the food and made sure it slid down the tube he placed the funnel down and gripped the tube, making a small yank.

Valeria clenched her eyes shut, making a choking sound. He started to pull and again she couldn't breathe. Her throat contracted and hurt so much. Just as Dr. Crane pulled out the rest of the tube Valeria puked.

"Untie her and escort her to the showers then to her cell," Dr. Crane ordered, turning to grab his jacket and briefcase before leaving.

Teddy rushed to undo the restraints, fumbling between looking at her to make sure she was alive.

Her eyes were locked on the wall. "Shit, shit, shit," he was whispering. "I gotta report this, this is so fucked. I don't know why I didn't try and stop him." Valeria looked at him and grabbed his arm.

"You tell no one," her voice was a whisper. He stared at her for a long time before giving an unsure nod.

He helped her up and wrapped one of her arms around his shoulders to help her walk to the showers.

"Go in, there should be clean clothes in there. If you need anything I'll be right outside."

Valeria didn't remember removing her clothes or turning on the shower, thankful to be alone in the room. She turned on the showerhead and slid to the floor, burying her head in her knees.

Small, weak, powerless, violated, degraded.

That was all she felt as she sobbed uncontrollably.

She dug her nails into her wrists and watched as more blood soaked the gauze.

When she returned to her cell she just collapsed onto the bed and curled into a ball. Teddy paused, as if to say something, then hung his head and locked the door.

She felt like an empty shell, like her soul had left her bed.

That afternoon when dinner was brought to her cell, she ate it.

[estsolcity]

what are mirai's hobbies and interests?

how does kalani view authority and rules?

how does valeria interact with others in social situations?

Mirai's hobbies:

Painting: Mirai finds solace in painting, using whatever supplies she can scrounge up. She enjoys expressing her emotions and dreams through vibrant colors and abstract forms. Painting serves as a therapeutic outlet, allowing her to escape reality for a while and create a visual representation of her hopes for a better world.

Storytelling: Mirai has a knack for storytelling, often crafting imaginative tales to share with her twins. She weaves intricate stories filled with adventure and wonder, drawing inspiration from her dreams and the world before the X-virus. Her storytelling not only entertains the twins but also helps to instill a sense of imagination and possibility in them.

Reading: She loves to read, particularly stories about history, fantasy, and adventure. While books are scarce, she treasures any she can find, often reading aloud to the twins. Her goal is to inspire a love for literature and knowledge in them, hoping that they can escape into the worlds created by authors long ago.

Building and Fixing Things: Mirai has a talent for tinkering and repairing broken items around the home. Whether it's fixing toys for her twins or mending household gadgets, she enjoys the challenge of problem-solving and taking things apart to understand how they work. This hobby allows her to be resourceful and creative while teaching her children the value of repair over replacement.

Kalani's view & authority & rules:

Kalani’s perspective on authority and rules is shaped by her experiences in the wastelands and her upbringing as a scavenger. She tends to view authority with a healthy dose of skepticism, often questioning the intentions and effectiveness of those in power. Having seen how authority can be abused or ignored in harsh environments, she believes that rules should be evaluated based on their practicality and impact on survival.

While she respects authority figures who demonstrate wisdom and empathy, she is quick to challenge any rules that seem unjust or unnecessary. Kalani values autonomy and believes that adaptability is crucial in their unpredictable world. She feels that rules should serve the community, not restrict it, and is willing to bend or break them if it means protecting her friends or finding a better way to navigate a situation.

Ultimately, Kalani’s view of authority is pragmatic; she recognizes its necessity but insists that it should be held accountable and remain flexible in the face of changing circumstances. Valeria in social settings:

In social situations, Valeria tends to be somewhat reserved but approachable. Her timid nature means she often observes before engaging, carefully assessing the dynamics of the group. When she does speak, she is thoughtful and precise, often offering insights that reflect her analytical mind, particularly related to technology and her work.

Valeria is warm and kind-hearted, often using gentle humor to break the ice or ease tension. She has a knack for making others feel comfortable and valued, and her empathy allows her to connect with people on a personal level, especially those who share her experiences of loss or struggle. However, she can become overwhelmed in larger groups, preferring smaller gatherings where she can engage more deeply without the pressure of being the center of attention.

Valeria is likely to listen intently during conversations, showing genuine interest in what others have to say, which helps foster trust and connection. Despite her initial shyness, those who take the time to know her discover a passionate advocate for her community, eager to support and uplift those around her.

Valeria's social battery tends to drain quickly, especially in large gatherings or intense social settings. While she genuinely enjoys connecting with others and values the relationships she builds, her timid and introspective nature means that prolonged interaction can leave her feeling exhausted. After spending time socializing, she often needs quiet moments alone to recharge, reflecting on the conversations and processing her feelings. Valeria finds solace in activities that allow her to unwind, such as tinkering with her multi-tool or working on her robotics projects, which provide her a chance to reset and regain her energy. Sometimes, she'll even sit with Mateo. This balance between her desire to connect and her need for solitude helps her maintain her mental well-being in the bustling environment of Sol City.

[paledarklight]

My rough draft, add some ideas or thoughts but I really want a version of them living in Daryls long house in the deep woods , he has a long table and she makes bread and they eat the kill he made the night before, dogs and pups eating under the table very much like BRAVE, a babe on her breast

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Velaryon and Targaryen house were the two most well known houses of old Valeria , there ice white hair and pale eyes somewhere between a blue or purple, there was another house, Greene, the Lord Hersheal had three children, a step son and two blood children. 

Shawn was a child from his second wife's marriage, while he cared for the boy he never felt that bond he felt with his daughters, Shawn was always his step son, never his.

 Maggie was his oldest daughter and she was conceived with his first wife Joanna Barathian, she had the striking tallness and dark green eyes and dark brown locks of her kin and Maggie looked exactly like her, she kept her hair short unlike Beth.. 

Beth was conceived of his second wife, Anette Targaryen 

pale skinned and gold hair and eyes like blue glass, she was every bit as dainty as a dove and kept her long pale hair long enough to strangle a man

Beth was a pure Targaryen, with both of her parents having Targaryen blood, of old Valeria, she had skin like milk and hair like white gold,

and the same shade of beach glass blue as her mother, she was dainty and small boned with a lovely countenance, her beauty was said to bewitch you.

(Except her hair tends to curl up in the summer heat , where's most Targaryen's were straight like spider silk , hers curled up into ringlets unless she used a hot iron and flatten it. Her mother would say it was the Velaryon blood, their side had curly white hair, some of them were darn near kinky)

Her family didn't live near the ocean in Castles like her kin , instead they lived in fields , in the farming lands in a large house, the dragons slept out in the grass and among the trees but as adults they were too big to hide in the woods , the back of their spins would peak up over the tree tops, the barbs of their spin shone like the tip of a spear head.

Shawn was killed in Battle, by someone it's not important, Beth's mother died of a broken heart, mourning her dead son while Beth was 13.

Maggie was too caught up in a man she met, some boy with slanted eyes and black inky hair and skin pale like her sister, but eyes black brown. He was from the place across the ocean, where only dragons had flown , few ships could venture out because of the rocks and Dangerous waters , your only safe travels was on the back of a dragon, except Glenn Rhee was a expert boatman and could steer any boat no matter the waters. He came to ask for the hand of Margaret Greene, she was 22 and never wed because of her hot tempor , she had Barathian anger and many men preferred her not to speak, which she disagreed.

Glenn gladly took her, knowing she would be the head of the house hold. 

That left a young Beth, 12 going on 13 , her father was old and he wanted his only daughter to be wed to a good man before he passed,

He was already a old man when he married and bed his second wife, Anette, who was a woman of 22

*****

Daryl was a wildling, some say he had Strong blood , that somewhere an ancestor took a wildling or a child of the forest as a wife and the product were feral untamed children , with dark wild hair and piercing blue eyes, he was ever bit intimidating as a wild wolf stalking the forest, 

His oldest brother Merle was similar to a bear, half the time he was angry and liable to kill you for breathing, they both were experienced hunts man, there wasn't a animal that they couldn't hunt and skin, there wasn't a plant or animal footprint they couldn't identify, they could see clearly in the dead of night which made them a terrible foe to anyone lost in the woods.

He had a dark brown wolf named Dog, he had him since he was a pup he rescued off a hunter who would illegally kill wolf's for sport.

That man is buried somewhere only Daryl and Merle know the exact location of. 

Deep in the forest...

He saw her playing with butterflies in the grassy field as he was hunting rabbits, he saw a beautiful Targaryen princess, he knew right away what she was as clearly as he could identify the screech of a owl or the size of a deer based off of the hoof prints alone ,

She was so white she glowed in the sun, her skin and hair had a ethereal glow to it. Like spider silk and sunbeams mixed up together,

There was a dragon the size of a horse, he could tell it was a teenager, she would grow up to be as big as Cannibal, or Vhagar if she lived that long , the shade of pearls , with pink red eyes..

The princess pet the dragon and called her Nelly, who purred.

suddenly the princess turned around, she must have heard him crunch the leaves, he usually was so careful where he tread but something about her made him anxious, uneasy.

She was too beautiful, too unearthly 

Beth gasp, the most handsome beautiful man and beast was standing there at the woods edges, a man dressed in dark leather and a fur hoodie, a crossbow in his arms , he hand long dark messy hair and wild wolf like eyes, blue and serious, intense.

God she wanted him, more then anything she felt before.

The wolf beside him ran forward, bounding for her , she heard the man yell out " DOG! NO HEAL!!" 

Daryl feared for his animal, dragons were protective of their owners they considered family and a dragon could easily snatch up a fire wolf and kill it easily, but this one was obviously skittish and whined , jumped back, flapping it's glossy white wings, 

Luckily Dog was friendly and only ran forward to receive pets, the princess happily gave them, 

Daryl sighed 

(my hopes is Daryl stays on as a helping hand and he watches Beth grow up, they form a bond and when she's of legal age he asks for her hand , having little Beth as a young girl asking him questions and being obviously enamored with this new stranger would be cute, like a little girl with a crush and Daryls too obvious to notice, he still thinks she's sweet but she talks a lot)

I know I said Anette was 22 when she married Hersh and Maggie was 15 from what I remember, so yea I know the age gap is close but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

She's still a step mom just a young one , And this is a different era , He needed a wife and Anette was more than happy to

[king-midas-fortnite]

Seeing the look in her face makes him hopeful for a moment that this conversation might go the way of reunion rather than hurt, but it's a hope again dashed when her head falls, she laughs, and her eyes come back up with anger and a distance he recognizes.

Midas isn't certain he's prepared to help her through this any more than he is to guide himself around tender resurfaced memories. Even less so when she says, 'some things do not change.' An anger builds up in himself that he instantly knows will be added to the mounting pile of regrets, but one he's unable to stop regardless.

'especially with your lifespan'

"Valeria-" He starts with a tight jaw before she's stepping to the couch. He catches the slacks thrown at him, and it takes every bit of his willpower to keep the touch from turning the fabric rigid. An all-too familiar ache begins in his fingertips from the effort.

Midas sees her swipe at what he knows she's seeing. The smart thing to do would be to excuse himself to change, give both of them time to cool off, and leave before he says something he can't take back. However, she'd already done that, and he can't let it go.

"I don't think you do." He holds the pants in his hands, material gripped so tightly the threads might buckle. They serve to ground the pain blooming from his permanent curse, but just barely.

"I do not choose to have you in my life because you are merely some trope. If I subconsciously have any type I like to 'keep around', it's for reasons I don't understand, and would be ones you could not possibly understand as a human being with the lifespan you have had."

He does not tell her that she has on occasion reminded him of his wife, the Queen of Phrygia. It would not be relevant. It's not why he's drawn to Valeria, only being a vague familiarity he had trouble even placing until being forced to sit in his younger mind for days.

As well, at the very least, he has the awareness not to draw comparison to the man she hallucinates. The man she had mistaken him for once before, if she were discussing a type. Doing so would only be out of spite, and he knew they would not recover. He knows it would only hurt her, and he does not wish to do that more than he already has.

He steps over behind his desk, a dangerous calm over his movements like a thin sheet of morning ice over a lake. He leans over the desk with the slacks bunched in one fist on its surface.

"I have lived an impossibly long life. Enough that the god of Death deemed it a slight to him, worthy of the punishments I endured. Maybe it has been too long, but it's certainly been long enough to know that change happens. I have changed. All the work I have put into that exact thing since Hades held me prisoner...You did not know me before, so maybe all of it means nothing to you."

He, too, hangs his head for a moment. He takes a very sharp breath to try and calm himself as painful daggers of Dionysus' gift shoot up through his forearms. He doesn't lift his head to speak as he grits through the discomfort, "You can not stand there and tell me things do not change when you know fucking nothing about who I used to be!"

He manages to lift his head just slightly, peering at her through eyes endued in both anger, and a true anguish.

All of his efforts towards trying to be a better man, a better father, a better leader and friend; all of it would truly have been for nothing if someone he's grown to care for as deeply as he does Valeria thinks he can't be changed. His voice teeters the edge between staunchly defending his position, and a plea unfamiliar to him. It catches particularly on the Greek he uses so fondly for her, "The boy that was here is not Me. I am sorry for the way he treated you, φοίνικα μου. But if you truly believe he and I are the same--"

He cuts himself off with a shake of his head, and a chuff of his own. It's a different sound than the one that left her. Less bitter, more pained. Closer to a choked out breath than a laugh as a hand that savagely burns beneath the gold comes up to run down his face, "I don't know what more I can say."

✨Congratulations, Your Majesty!✨

You have made it through your youthful curse. The Prince will be sent home, and the King will return. Hopefully, you have learned something from this.

✨Welcome back, King Midas.✨

The Prince entered the King's office with a sudden push to the door. He was aggravated and just wanted to dig through his future self's affects to see if he could find anything useful towards sending him home.

However, he saw Valeria sitting at the desk when he opened the door, and his shoulders slumped. He was in no mood to have another back and forth with anyone, no matter how beautiful. However, again, she could be helpful. If he could manage to play this conversation right.

He closed the door behind him and stepped to the desk, taking off the crown from his head and setting it in front of her, "Valeria, I'd very much like to go home. The version of me you all think so highly of must have something that can help with that in this desk. So if you wouldn't mind letting me where you are, I'm going to look through it."

He didn't like the look she gave him, but just as Valeria went to speak, she and everything else seemed to freeze in place.

He then heard a voice coming from everywhere, expressing congratulations and a return to home.

"Oh, thank the Gods!" He shouted before there was a flash of light that came from his own body--

--When the Prince opened his eyes, he found himself staring into another set. One gold, and one white. They were his eyes, only...older. Tired, dark underneath, and obviously angry.

"You have made quite the mess for me to clean up." King Midas said to him.

The Prince blinked, taking in the dark tattoos wrapping around his neck and disappearing under his clothes, the scar cutting down from his forehead across his eye, and his hair. Longer than the statue, but still far too short. The Prince cleared his throat, "The company you keep should learn how to speak with royalty. Have you no respect for your own title--"

"Enough." Midas put a hand up to silence him, the Prince's eyes quickly scrutinizing the gold covering it, "You make a mockery of it, you have insulted people I care a great deal for, and have thoroughly embarrassed me. I am so very glad to have outgrown you."

They glared at each other a moment before the Prince, just as the King made a move to step, said, "Do you...do you have any advice for me? Before I go back?"

Midas paused, eyeing the other again before sighing, "No. You aren't going to remember any of this anyway."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"I just do, alright? I don't have the patience to explain, but whatever it was that put this curse on us...it would never be so kind as to give me the opportunity to fix my mistakes. No...you're going to go back with no memory of being here. Nothing I say to you now is going to matter."

"Then..." The Prince shifted where he stood, eyes locked onto the gold covering the other’s skin, "Say it anyway."

Midas looked at the young man with deep sorrow. Regret, guilt, anguish, all mixed together in his mind as two gold eyes stared hungrily at the precious metal covering him.

He reached forward, gilded hands gently taking the Prince's shoulders, "Be satisfied. Recognize that what you have...your life, your love, your future daughter, they are all enough. Please, please do not throw it all away for power or wealth. Appreciate everything."

He could see in the Prince's eyes a desire to pull back. He knew there must have been an intensity to his own gaze that would make the younger man uncomfortable. However, the Prince did not pull away. Instead, he swallowed hard, and he seemed to steel himself. He nodded somberly.

Midas did not want to let him go. Part of him thought, horrifyingly, that killing him would prevent every mistake he ever made. But, it would also prevent everything else. Every friendship, every love, every accomplishment and joy. Jules, Valeria, Tina, Marigold...all of it.

He slid his hands from the prince's shoulders, nodding himself. Both of them took the step to pass each other, both stepped towards the lights that would take them home.

King Midas stopped just before reaching his. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his younger self reach for the light, and disappear. He hadn't looked back. Of course not. Deciding not to look back, not to reflect...That was always his problem.

Not anymore.

The King turned to the light once more, and next found himself snapping open his eyes in his office. Valeria sat in front of him at his desk, his crown on its surface. He picked it up with hands covered in gold, and replaced it on his head.

“I’m back, φοίνικα μου.”

[deathbeckons]

@calamitousstarters​ location: anywhere​

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a longshot but I’ve lost my necklace. I don’t suppose you’ve seen it?” Valeria asked, interrupting the other with her soft voice, hand coming to rest at the base of her bare neck. “It’s nothing fancy, just a simple silver chain with a cross pendant. I know it’s chaos and it’s probably lost forever but...” She trailed off, chewing on her lower lip. Her father had given her it for her sixteenth birthday; real silveriron that would burn any supernatural that tried to touch it. A small protection, but it wasn’t necessarily about that for her. Just feeling it rest against her skin meant there was hope that her family was still out there alive, and that her God was looking down on them. 

[moonshinemusings]

General Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra headcanons (Pt.1)

Warnings: none

A/N: I am desperate for more content with him

• Has seen Alejandro eat shit so many times that he doesn't even laugh anymore, just shakes his head and sometimes asks if he's okay

• His jokes are either sarcastic or the worst dad jokes, but Alejandro thinks they are the most hilarious thing ever. Him and Ghost also share a similarly deadpan humor, so they often bond over that in their own way

• He really likes pink bubblegum and he can blow bubbles with them too

• He loves mint flavoured stuff, but his favourite flavours are definitely strawberry and raspberry (be it candy, ice cream or any similar)

• He's your typical calm driver, somehow he never gets road rage

• As a kid, he used to have a favourite bear plush that he still has and takes care of (makes sure it's clean etc)

• He used to be the child who always shared his lunch and snacks with others

• That doesn't mean he stopped giving, far from it: he regularly donates to charity and visits animal shelters when he can

• He might seem harmless at first, but he deserves his title as Sergeant Major. Everyone knows there is something off about him, it's like a well-known secret, so nobody tries to mess with him (or Alejandro for that matter). Those who do? Their future will not be so bright

• Can't for the life of him style his hair, so he just lets it do its thing every morning without fussing over it too much

• His poker face is better than anyone else's on the team (except Ghost, but no one can beat him anyways)

• Speaking of poker, Los Vaqueros sometimes have poker nights. Rudy keeps the high score with the most wins, which makes Alejandro a little jealous because he can't beat him. When they were still in the same unit with Valeria, her and Rodolfo often had multiple hour long games where nobody was brave enough to chime in

• Really good at puzzles and logical games, he can solve a rubik's cube under five minutes

• He's always been fascinated by planes and for a while wanted to be a pilot

• He's a firm believer that natural medicine is much better than it's counterparts, and anything he comes up with when someone is sick always works better than whatever they originally got prescripted

• Some call him "wizard" or similar nicknames for that, but he doesn't mind the jokes too much

• Has personal beef with tequila. He got so drunk off it once he didn't remember anything from the night before and had the worst hangover of his life

• Loves unusual looking animals, specifically penguins for some reason

• He has a morning and night routine that he keeps, and doesn't like when they don't go as he planned

• He's really good at decorating stuff, especially when it comes to furnishing. Probably half of Alejandro's house was decorated by him

• He's an amazing cook and it's basically a hobby for him. Loves spending time in the kitchen and thinking about new recipes

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Boss — Chapter 15

pairing: javier peña x CIA!OC

warnings: NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI), cat and mouse games, angst, talks of trauma, dominant!Javi, oral (male/fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, heart melting softness

words: 4.3k

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Morning had hit harder than Valeria expected, the ache in her head not nearly as noticeable as the satisfied ache in between her legs. Part of her thought it was a dream, her incredible romp on the couch with Javier—a filthy dream, albeit, but a dream no less.

A small part of her wished it had been.

But there was no denying it had been a reality when she stood up out of bed, her thighs still weak and center still pulsing from having him inside her after so long.

He’d asked her if she regretted it, and she didn’t…at least then. Now, in the harsh light of day with the workweek still ahead of her…it seemed less and less like a good idea.

The pleasure of having him back couldn’t be matched or duplicated by any other source—alcohol, drugs, sex—but just because it felt good didn’t mean it was going to do any good. There was still mountains of things to talk about and get over, things to figure out if they were going to be together in a real and permanent way. Her night with him broke the ice, but there was still a very long way to go.

The moment she stepped into work, wearing slacks instead of her usual skirt to try to hide her still-trembling legs a bit, Javier instantly found her. He held a few files under one arm, a coffee in another as he approached her with a soft smile, her heart racing as she took in that look in his eyes. The look that told her that for him, it was all water under the bridge—oblivious to her lingering ill-feelings over their breakup.

“Morning,” he greeted, handing her the coffee. She hesitated as she grabbed it, face blank as she remained walking, eyes focused on her office down the hall. “I, uh, got here early. Going over the Cali officers. If you get a minute, swing by my office and you can meet my guys.”

“Uh, sure. If I get a minute.” She cracked a flat smile and nodded, stepping into her office and walking around her desk, setting her briefcase on it while Javier remained watching her.

“Is everything…are we okay?” He asked in a low voice, finally bringing her eyes to his. She sighed and parted her lips to speak, but not before her assistant came walking in with her morning debrief. Javier glanced over at her, doing a double take when he realized she was the very same girl he failed to get hard for an hour before having explosive sex with Valeria.

“Thanks, Mya.” She accepted the file before watching the girl shoot Javier daggers.

“Agent Peña.” She spat as she stood beside him. “Glad to see you could at least get up for work.”

“Good morning to you, too.” He flattened his lips and averted his eyes from her guiltily, turning back to Valeria as the secretary stomped out of the room. Valeria scoffed and shook her head, sitting down at her desk and thinking about just how pathetic she must’ve looked allowing herself to get her secretary’s sloppy seconds…with her man. “I didn’t—I didn’t know she was your assistant—“

“Javier, I really don’t have time for all this.” She sighed and rubbed her temples as her eyes dropped to the debrief in front of her. “Let’s just keep this professional, okay? Last night…was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” He asked, eyes narrowed and gut twisted. He couldn’t have disagreed more. Last night felt like the first time he’d been alive in a month—and it was only a taste of what he assumed would continue. Hearing that word leave her lips in regards to what he felt was a beautiful and electrifying reconciliation gutted him.

“There they are. My two favorite agents.” Stechner walked in and interrupted the fight that was inevitably about to begin. Javi turned his body a bit, keeping one hand on his hip, his face not bothering to change considering he was just as irritated by Stechner’s presence as Valeria’s poor choice of words. “Not interrupting anything, am I?”

“What is it?” Valeria sighed out before Javier got the chance, bringing his scowl back to her.

“I’ve heard…a faint little rumor around the office that the DEA is trying to send two agents to Cali.” He cocked his head at Javier before doing the same with Valeria, both pairs of eyes turning away. “Now, of course this must be a false rumor, since both of you are too smart to do anything like that.”

“I’m DEA. I have every right to send my agents where I think they’d prove useful.” Javier spoke through gritted teeth, offering him a sarcastic smile. Stencher squinted at him and sighed, walking closer to the desk so that he could whisper to both of them.

“Do not fuck this operation up.” He spat with lingering glares pointed at both of them before walking out, Valeria and Javier watching him walk through the office before turning to look at each other. With a sigh, she stood up and gestured at him to lead the way.

“Well, guess I better hurry up and meet your guys before they ship all of us home.”

Within the hour, Valeria and Javier had shipped off two young looking agents to Cali, praying that whatever little birds relaying the info to Stechner hadn’t seen.

“Do you want to meet me at my place after work?” Javier asked, popping his head into her office around four in the afternoon. She glared at him and shook her head, gesturing between the two of them.

“Professional, remember?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just more private at our houses, you know…for the op—“

“Okay, okay. Yeah. I guess. Just…” She sighed and rubbed her temples. “Keep your hands to yourself.”

“No problem.” He replied quickly, giving her a polite smile before turning on his heels and walking away.

No problem? Since when was it “no problem” for Javier to keep his hands off her? Had he finally had enough? And why did it bother her so damn much?

•••

“Can you pass me my beer?” Valeria and Javier were sat on the floor of his living room, files splayed out around them to create a much needed barrier between them. Javier reached over to the coffee table beside him, grabbing her beer and taking a swig before handing it over to her with a half-smile. “Thanks.”

“No problem, querida.” He chuckled to himself and continued reading the file, or continued to try. His eyes flickered to check her out every other second, his heart still bruised from her words earlier.

Last night…was a mistake, Javi.

It certainly didn’t feel like that to him. Even now, after she’d effectively broken his heart with her regret, he couldn’t help but want to make that mistake again. The very couch he unraveled her on was right behind him, his back leaning against it while he watched her lips press to her beer bottle, tipping it back, a couple drops falling from the side of her mouth.

He wanted to reach over and wipe it off her chin. He wanted to reach over and do a lot of things.

“Have you found a good cop yet? So far all I’m seeing is bought ones.” She looked up from her file without a clue of his internal monologue about laying her down across those file folders and ruining her again. Javier opened his mouth and shook his head as he finally registered what she’d asked.

“The captain down there seems fine on paper. Have to wait until Feistl touches down with him.” He closed the folder and placed it down beside him before stretching, the buttons holding his already too-tight shirt straining as his chest broadened.

She felt her breath hitch as the room suddenly felt tiny, her eyes traveling to the one hanging family portrait on his wall. Chucho, Javier, and a soft, beautiful woman she presumed to be his mother huddled together by their Christmas tree. Valeria stood up and walked closer to it, fingers tracing over a younger Javier’s smile. She jumped when she felt Javier’s breath graze against her ear, his body tall and broad behind her as he joined her in looking at the picture.

“That was our last Christmas together.” He spoke in a volume just above a whisper, her heart pounding at his closeness mixed with the intimacy of him opening up to her again. “She was so happy that she got me and pop to smile for the picture. We never did.”

She turned around and faced him, shocked by just how close he’d been. Her eyes travelled from his down to the exposed skin of his chest, finding it easier to look at that then the exposed pain in his raven-dark eyes. Javier brought his index finger to scoop under her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his again, the slightest hint of tears forming in them.

“Did you mean it?” His voice was broken, eyes searching hers for an answer before she could even open her mouth. She felt clueless as she looked up at him, until his eyes glanced over to the couch. With a sigh she pushed his hand away from her chin, stepping back and walking to her beer in the floor. “Do you really think it was a mistake?”

“Of course not, Jav.” She shook her head and pressed the cold bottle against her cheek, needing relief from the heat of his gaze. “But it’s safer right now if we pretend it was.”

“Fuck being safe. No part of this shit is safe.” He stepped towards her, not caring about the files on the ground and held her face in his hands. “I am in love with you, Valeria. I’m sick with it. And you…”

He ran his hand down her jaw, over her throat, to her chest, eyes locked on hers as he kneaded the swell of her breast, drawing a gasped whimper from her throat at the action.

“You’re the only antidote. Being with you is the only thing that dulls the ache.” He slid his other hand cupping her face down to the buttons of her shirt, ripping it open. She gasped at the sight of him so dominant, the vulnerability in his words contrasting with it in a way that left her feeling drunk. When his warm hands splayed out across her ribs, sliding up and down the skin before traveling to the cream lace of her bra, she gave up all hope of keeping things professional. “Tell me something, mi vida…”

His thumbs rubbed against the lace covering her peaks until they grew hardened, her brows furrowed and chest heaving as she waited on his next words.

“Are you as sick as me?” He leaned in, lips moving against hers in a gentle brush as he spoke, a whimper falling from hers only to be caught by his tongue slipping into her mouth. She threw her arms over his shoulders and melted into his touch, Javier’s hands sliding around to her ass, gripping it through the material of her slacks as he walked her backwards, her ass hitting the table his record player and lamp sat on.

In a frenzy, she discarded her ruined dress shirt and ripped his open, too, figuring it was only fair. Javier bit down on her lip before doing the same with your jaw and neck, soothing each bite with a swipe of his tongue. Her hand slid down his stomach to his crotch, palming his aching erection that laid against his thigh inside his slacks.

“I’m sick, Javi. Sick.” She moaned out into his ear as he buried his face in her cleavage, hands pressing her breasts together inside her bra.

“Yeah?” He breathed out and lifted his eyes to hers, her brows furrowed as she cupped his face and nodded as though she was in pain. Javier stood upright and slid his hands over her ass to the back of her thighs. “Jump.”

She did as he said and jumped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as he turned her around and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her down on the neatly made bed, his body hovering over hers held up by two strong arms on either side of her face. His eyes bounced over her features, a smirk growing on his lips as they studied each other breathlessly.

“I love you. Do you know that?” He whispered, dipping down to kiss her lips tenderly, slowly, allowing her to feel the truth in his words in physical form. “Did you ever know that?”

“I didn’t.” She confessed, hand reaching to touch his face, needing to feel that he was really there in front of her confessing his love. “I still wonder…why was it so easy for you to end everything? To kick me out of your life?”

Javier furred his brows and felt his chest pang with guilt as he watched her eyes well with tears, both of their minds turning back to that hot day in Laredo, the two of them in a shouting match in his entryway.

“I thought…for days I thought you’d call. Thought you’d find a way to reach out. Tell me to come back…that we would work it out.” She stroked her thumb over the tear that slipped from his eye. “You never did.”

“I…was mad. At you, at this fucking job…but mostly at myself.” He stood upright and walked over to the chair in the corner of his dimly lit room, looking out the window at the Bogota street. She sat up and walked to him, sitting down in his lap, fingers stroking and scratching the back of his head as he tried to find his words. “After Medellin…after everything that happened—not only with you, but the entire fucking job—I felt like I had no control. Like I hadn’t accomplished anything. I couldn’t stop Escobar, couldn’t stop the murders…couldn’t stop them from hurting you—“

“Jav, that wasn’t your—“

“It felt like my job.” He interrupted, finally bringing his eyes to hers. “It felt like my job to protect you. From day one. And from day one, I couldn’t.”

He shifted in the seat a bit so that she could rest her head against his chest. His heartbeat was loud and violent, and she thought about just how much courage it must take for him to peel back his layers like this.

“But when we got back to the States and I resigned…I somehow walked away with at least one victory. You.” He tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead as she listened to the vibrations of him speaking from his chest. “I wanted to be in control. Thought that I could, I guess. But…the minute you brought up the CIA, all that shattered. I was losing again. Losing you. Your promise to me that you wouldn’t go to the interview gave me the illusion that I might actually do it this time. Might walk away feeling like I did something worth a damn. I was so busy planning this life for us in Laredo…a life where I could spend my days doing whatever because I’d already done the only thing worth doing—settling down with you. But then…”

“Then I accepted the job.” She filled in, lifting her head and looking into his eyes as he gave her a weak smile and nod.

“And I got angry, like I do. But very quickly after you left, my anger at you just turned to guilt. I felt guilty for everything. My dad couldn’t even look at me. I was drunk all day, trying to help him but just fucking things up.” He shook his head as he remembered a particularly intoxicated evening in which his father cried—actually cried for him—but he wouldn’t talk about that. “I couldn’t call because what the fuck would I say? I couldn’t ask you to come back because what was there to come back to? A drunken loser who still, miraculously, thought he’d done the right thing.”

“When did you decide to come back to Colombia?” She asked, fingers trailing over his bare chest.

“After my dad told me he stayed up late every night just to make sure I didn’t kill myself. It was then that I knew I had to do something…anything to take my mind off it. So…flew back to D.C., pulled a few strings, and here I am.” He tapped her hip, offering a weak smile. She shook her head with furrowed brows, her heart wrenching at his pain as she leaned in and kissed him, tasting his tears. Javi’s arms wrapped around her body and pulled her tight to his before moving to stand up. She got off him and held his hand, walking him over to the bed, the two of them standing at the edge of it with their hands in each other’s hair, tongues down each other’s throats. “I was wrong…I shouldn’t have—“

“Jav…it’s okay. I’m here now. You’re here. Let’s…be here together.” She panted out and undid her bra, letting it hit the floor along with Javi’s jaw. His brows furrowed as he reached to touch her, palms ghosting over her soft skin but refraining from touching quite yet.

“Take your pants off.” He demanded while undoing his own jeans, his cock springing free immediately as he walked back to the armchair and sat down, thighs spread out like he liked to do at work to tease her. She stood in front of him, chest bare and eyes wide, taking in the sight of him pumping himself, the moonlight casting a shadow on his pretty face. “Now.”

“Sorry.” She blurted out, not quite knowing why, and quickly did as he said. She unbuttoned her slacks and began to take them off, panties included, but he raised his hand.

“Keep your panties on.” He ordered, and she obeyed, shimmying the black fabric down your hips and thighs slowly, bending down the lower they fell. “Turn around. Show me.”

She slowly turned, her center pooling and aching with need for him. She bent over, exposing her lace covered ass to him as she lowered her pants to the floor. As she stood, she ran her hands up her legs and thighs, turning around and shooting him a bashful smile. Javier’s lips curled and his finger did the same, calling her over. She walked to him slowly, bending over and placing her hands on his bare thighs. She leaned in and kissed his chest before sinking to her knees in front of him, her fingertips scratching lightly up and down his thighs, earning a soft, breathy moan from his kiss-bitten lips.

“You teasing me, baby?” He asked in a playful tone, leaning forward and gripping her chin. She shook her head as he held it, grin mischievous as he snarled at her, leaning forward and catching her lips in a painful kiss, punctuating it with a bite.

“You wanna be in control, Javi? You wanna control me? Go ahead. Tell me what to do.” She whispered as he kept his lips close to hers. Javier moaned, surprising both them. He pulled back and tried to compose himself, though her words made it difficult.

“Put me in your mouth, querida.” He ordered, watching as her hand slid up to reach for his cock, his hand swatting hers away with a tut of his tongue. “No, baby. No hands.”

“I don’t know if I…it’s so big…I don’t know if—“

“You can take it.” He cooed at her, stroking her hair back as she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around his thick girth. He moaned and let his head fall back against the back of the chair, his hands guiding her head to take more of him. She willingly complied, knowing that he needed this in more ways than just physical. He needed to feel like he could control even just this small aspect of his life, even if for a night. When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged, Javier lifting her up to give her breathing room before she went back to work, bobbing up and down on all that she could reach. “There you go…that’s good, baby. Just like that.”

She hummed around him as she breathed through her nose, her lips touching the hair at the base of his shaft. Javier moaned freely as she took him in, praising her for doing so well over and over again until she brought him right to the edge. With a tug to her hair, he lifted her off of him, leaning over and immediately pressing his lips to hers.

“Lay back.” He gestured to the floor, and she nodded, laying down against the rug and accepting him on top of her. Javier kissed down her body like a man on a mission, his lips traveling to her lacy underwear and kissing her clit through the dampened material. He slid the fabric to the side and dove right in, tongue flicking over her still-sensitive clit from the night previous. “How are you always so…fucking…sweet?”

“Javi, no more…I just need to feel you…please…” She spoke in breathy puffs of air, writhing under the unbearable pleasure of his skilled tongue. Javier chuckled against her and shook his head, his hands pushing the backs of her thighs up to her chest.

“I’m in control, remember?” He mumbled before returning his mouth to her center, this time more ravenous than before. She couldn’t believe the pleasure he was delivering, and she couldn’t believe how badly she still craved more. He could make her cum a thousand times over like this, and she would still plead on her knees to have him inside her for even just a second. “Cum for me like this, baby, and I’ll give you what you want. Just let me taste you…”

“Fuck, just keep doing that.” She held his head against her as he swiped his tongue across her other hole to her entrance, up and down, his nose nuzzling against her clit as he did. She felt the tightness in her core start to build, build, build…then break in an instance. She couldn’t help but smile as she came, knowing that in just a few seconds she’d be full, the stretch of having him inside her burning in the most delicious and sinful ways. “Fuck me, Javi!”

“Stay like that. Just like that, querida.” He sat up on his ankles and watched as she kept her legs pressed to her chest. With one hand, he kept her panties moved to the side, his other guiding his heavy girth into her slick and hot entrance. With a slow push in, she cried out his name like a prayer, Javier shuddering as he inched further in, his head tossing back as he moaned back. “Fuck, baby…you feel so fucking good. Makes me feel so fucking good.”

“Deeper.” She breathed out in a pleading cry, opening her eyes to watch him in all his flushed and sweaty glory as he dipped in and out of her completely, over and over, stroking right against that spot inside of her that made her mind go blank. “Just like that. I love it…I love you.”

“You do?” He asked, hips halting their thrusts as he leaned over her body, forcing her to release her hold on her thighs so that you could wrap them around his hips. He held her face in his hand and studied her, blissed out and dewy in the dim light, her hair and body spread out across his floor.

“I do. God, I do. I love you.” She swore like an oath, pulling his face down until his mouth latched with hers. Javier kept his motions slow and steady, pushing in and pulling out, drawing moans from her throat directly into his mouth. She clawed at his back as he kept hitting that spot against her, the base of his shaft grinding against her clit as he worked his hips. “I’m close,”

“Me too, baby.” He purred as he kissed over her cheek and jaw before sitting back up, his hands on her thighs, keeping them spread apart as he continued scooting into her. She cupped her breasts and pinched the peaks as she felt herself slipping back into ecstasy, back arching off the floor. “Hold on…wait for me, querida.”

“Please…cum inside me, baby. With me.” She begged, watching as he ticked his head to the side and shuddered with pleasure, her words being the last bit of motivation for him to let go.

“Yes…” He breathed out as his cock began to twitch inside her, the tension in her belly snapping when she felt it. She reached for him in her orgasmic daze, pulling him down onto her with more force than necessary, making him chuckle as he laid on top of her chest, his heart pounding. “You okay, baby?”

“Okay?” She chuckled and lifted his head up, holding it in her hands as she smiled lazily at him. “I’m way more than okay.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a growing smile, holding himself up now that he had a better grasp on reality.

“Yeah.” She nodded and ran her hand through his hair. “What about you?”

“Do you really need to ask me that?” He chuckled and dipped down to kiss the valley between her breasts. With tender eyes, he looked at her, stroking her hair back out of her face before cupping her cheek. “Querida, I…I can’t even explain…how deeply I am in love with you.”

“What would you say…if we tried to…make this work?” She asked, hesitant, but heavy with the knowledge that now that she had him in this vulnerable, raw way that she never had before—even when he was her boyfriend—she couldn’t go back to the cat and mouse game they’d been playing. “For real this time.”

Javier chuckled and leaned forward, kissing her lips in a soft, healing way that seemed to pour over her like warm honey. Leaning back, just enough to watch her as he spoke, he nodded, smiling down at her.

“For good…this time.”

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[deathbeckons]

“I was taken.” Val spoke softly, eyes cast downwards for the first time during their conversation. “I was foraging for my family, in a town that is probably not too far from here. Next thing I know I’m waking up in the Dominion surrounded by demons. I tried to get out but then I ended up pregnant. I’m pretty sure getting me out would be hard enough, never mind a four year old and a two year old.” Besides, Valeria had friends that she couldn’t leave behind and they were pretty much the only people she knew. “I don’t have anywhere else to go, anyway, and despite the fact that children weren’t even a thought in my head when I figured out I was pregnant, I can’t leave them behind... I can’t let them live that life either, but I’ll figure it out.”

deathbeckons​:

Valeria couldn’t help but laugh softly at the others words, and whilst she wished she had the ability to have a girls night every week if she so decided that’s what she wanted, she understood completely. The loyalist barely had time for anything between her duties to the demons, her children and her job at Asylum. Still, it would be nice to have a friend outside of the Dominion, and a powerful one at that. Perhaps later down the line it would be worth mentioning how badly she wanted her children safe from the lifestyle that she was forced to live in. However, now certainly wasn’t the time for that. “I would too.” 

Whilst Val trusted most people that she met, she could understand being sceptical too. After all, until she knew that the person she was speaking to wasn’t a demon or a vampire, the trust wasn’t there. There was no way it could be, because she would never, ever trust any demon or vampire. “Belief in yourself is a strong thing to have. I’m glad that you have it.” 

“If I don’t believe in me, know one will.” Esme replied, her voice firm with a resolution she’d come to understand after finally giving in to her true power. No more hiding, pretending that life was better if she just followed the light, that wasn’t her or who she was meant to be. “I think it’s high time I took my power back and stopped hiding.” She smiled before looking at Val with a slight tilt of her head. “How did you come to live among the Dominion? Ever considered leaving?” Esme asked out of curiosity. She knew it was a difficult thing to do, but not entirely impossible, not with help. After all, Alistair had made his escape once although Esme didn’t see much of him anymore, not since that day. 

[bookclub4m]

Episode 161 - Hate Reads

This episode we’re talking about Hate Reads! We discuss annoyance reading, hate reading vs reading something you hate, completionism, experiencing bad media as a social bonding experience, and 1-star reviews of books. Plus: Books about women murdering!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Media We Mentioned

The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels (Wikipedia)

"A spectre is haunting Europe”

Ready Player One by Ernest Cline

Game of Thrones (Wikipedia)

Divergent by Veronica Roth

“Divergent might have been sloppy in places, but in a bizarre continuity error, both Tris’ disabling trauma around guns and an actual gun appears and disappears as is convenient in the final chapters… This violates both Chekhov’s Gun and some corollary: if you introduce a gun, it must exist.” (from Jam’s review; see also “I’m not reading another YA trilogy unless someone guarantees me no queer people die in the second act”)

Insurgent by Veronica Roth

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

“reading this book felt like having to eat three bags of raw spinach before I was allowed the ice cream sundae I'd been promised” (from Matthew’s review)

The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown

Links, Articles, and Things

161 (number) (Wikipedia)

Schadenfreude (Wikipedia)

Mark Oshiro (who Jam mentioned) appears to have deleted their YouTube channel? Or Something? You can still go to their website and the Mark Reads website.

Hazel & Katniss & Harry & Starr Podcast

Episode on Ready Player One

A recent(ish) episode of Watch+Play (there’s a lot of them!)

There’s also this playlist of shorter, edited videos if you don’t want to commit

Hark (Jam’s holiday music podcast)

Hot take (Wikipedia)

Hate-watching (Wikipedia)

Episode 011 - Religious Fiction (the one in which Anna read the book she hated)

BookTok (Wikipedia)

Matthew can’t find the specific X-Men review he mentioned, but it’s buried in this site somewhere (that link specifically is to a scathing review of the final issue of Mutant X)

Show, don't tell (Wikipedia)

Questions

What Romance genres do you want us to read?

What comic would you use to introduce superhero comics to adults (who haven't read them before)?

Twitter thread

15 works of Experimental Fiction by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Aphasia by Mauro Javier Cárdenas

When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife by Meena Kandasamy

Big City by Marream Krollos

Search History by Eugene Lim

Dreaming of You: A Novel in Verse by Melissa Lozada-Oliva

The Story of My Teeth by Valeria Luiselli

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How do the girls sound like? What are their voice claims?

Sorry this took a minute I had to come up with voices for them because honestly I hadn't thought much about it. Note these actors are all from Genshin because it was the biggest variety I could come up with on the fly.

Val: Val has a fun and bubbly voice. She's a third generation kid from an imagrent family and as such doesn't have a Spanish accent unlike her mother. So for her VA I would chose Kelly Baskin who voices Amber in Genshin Impact

Kris: she has a deeper voice but she also doesn't speak coldly or formally like some of the other girls, especially with her more crass words so for her I chose Allegra Clark who voices Beidou in genshin

Anne: her voice is definitely one of the higher ones but not the highest. It only really goes higher when she sings. She speaks rather casually and as such can be pretty bubbly sounding like Val. So for her Lizzie Freeman the voice of Yanfei from Genshin and Chizuru from rent-a-girlfriend fit best

Jude: her voice sometimes comes off as cold and harsh due to her sometimes formal way of speaking but she never quiet got a posh tone. So her voice is deeper and sometimes monotone unless she's really into the conversation. So Jeannie Tirado voice of Kujo Sara from genshin and Catarina Claes from my next like as a villianess was who I went for

Kim: her voice does not fit her appearance at all. Most people expect a deeper or even boyish voice from her to match her appearance but she actually has the highest pitch of the group. She also tends to speak softly and mutter a lot unless she's excited or upset. So Valeria Rodriguez the voice of Sucrose fit best

Eva: hers was the easiest to pin down. It's deeper and usually sounds pretty done with everything. She has a sharp bite to her tone but it's less formal then Jude so her ice doesn't come off nearly as threatening. Elizabeth Maxwell was a perfect choice. Known for voicing Rosaria and Winter Schnee

Fiona: Fiona has a softer and feminine voice. Almost motherly when she wants it to be. So I went with Saori Hayami who voices Kamisato Ayaka for her.