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GODDD YESSSSSS MATT GRAVER IS THE PERFECT MF TO BE ON THE OTHER END OF A JEALOUSY LOVE TRIANGLE SITUATION!!!!!! YOUR MIND DF

The ring

Written for day 10 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 1 110

Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora

Prompt: jealousy

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, angsty

Cameo by a young Matt Graver, my favourite asshole from the Sicario movies!

“That a Cane corso?” Aurora looks up, caught off-guard by the unfamiliar man’s voice at her left side. She’s met by bright blue eyes with dark blonde hair falling into them and a grin that she can’t interpret though she narrows it down to either self-assured or intoxicated, or possibly a combination of the two. He’s a couple of years younger than her, maybe late 20’s, and thick tanned arms poke out from the white t-shirt. He’s pointing to the tattoo on the outside of her left shoulder. It’s a portrait of Bane, the dog gifted to her by her grandfather when she went to college. The tattoo itself was her gift to herself for Christmas last year.

“Yeah.” Aurora rubs the tattoo absentmindedly. “She was my first dog.” The man grins even wider, like he’s won a bet.

“Always wanted one,” he says, “but I don’t think my lifestyle would allow it. I travel too much. Name’s Matt, by the way.” Matt reaches his hand out and, although hesitantly, Aurora shakes it. He’s got to be law enforcement, she thinks. His hands aren’t blistered like a rancher’s, but she’s never seen a businessman in bluejeans and drinking Lone Star.

“Good to meet you, Matt.” As she takes him in, another detail catches her eye. His footwear. Flip-flops. Who the hell wears flip-flops to a bar?

“You new in town?” she asks, trying her hardest not to stare at his exposed feet. Matt shrugs.

“I’ve passed through once before,” he explains, “but this time I’m staying a bit longer.” He might’ve gotten reassigned then, or maybe he’s doing part of his training here. Aurora nods in recognition but does nothing else to further the conversation. Matt props both elbows onto the bar, raises an eyebrow at her.

“So what’s your name?” he presses. Aurora considers the options. She doesn’t find him particularly intimidating, that icy feeling that runs down her spine whenever she speaks to people that are objectively bad news not making its presence known. Still, she doesn’t trust him.

“I don’t give out my name to strangers.” Aurora says it as politely as she can. She’s not in the mood to cause yet another scene at this particular bar, and hopes that Matt will have the decency to take the hint. He nods, flags down the bartender for another beer, then turns to her.

“Fair,” he agrees. “Let’s get to know each other then, so we won’t be strangers.” There’s that icy feeling, just a hint of it at the base of her skull.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says, a little sterner now. Even if it wasn’t for Javier’s furrowed brow and pursed lips which she spots across the bar where he’s catching up with an old coworker from the sheriff’s office, she’d have no intention of continuing the conversation. Matt’s grin fades. Not fully, it just dims.

“Alright.” He throws his hands up. “I can take a no.” His voice is so easygoing, enough so that for a split second Aurora questions if she’s read him wrong. She silences that doubt quickly: so the guy’s charming, that doesn’t mean he’s not an asshole.

“Was nice talking to you though, Matt,” she says. “Hope Laredo treats you well.”

⁂

“Who was that?” Javier asks as soon as he’s reached her side. She shrugs, takes another sip of her beer.

“Some guy who’s in town for a bit. Tried to flirt but I shut him down.” Javier pouts and throws another glance over his shoulder at Matt, who has retreated to a booth where he’s talking to a redhead who she’s seen around but doesn’t know the name of. Aurora’s already moved on in her mind, wondering if the rest of the week will be as hellishly warm as the first three days have been, when Javier pipes up:

“What did he say to you?” There’s nothing subtle about Javier’s jealousy. He wears it on his sleeve, just like he does with his anger and his joy.

“Asked about my tattoo, gave me his name, asked me mine and when I said no he backed off,” Aurora summarizes. She turns to face Javier, reaches for his fingers and squeezes them gently. That finally makes him look at her instead of at Matt. He squeezes her fingers back.

“We need to fix your ring,” he states. He’s not wrong. The second Javier went to slip his mom’s ring around Aurora’s finger three weeks ago it became obvious that Maria and her did not share a ring size. Javier’s ears turned red with embarrassment and he mumbled his way through an apology for not finding a window to discreetly check Aurora’s size. She kissed him soundly and agreed that they could get it fixed sometime when they were running other errands in town.

“You’re right. How about tomorrow?” she suggests. “It’s about time for a grocery run, don’t you think?” It’s really not but she can see the way his mind is spinning out of control, and knows that if she doesn’t pull the brakes for him he’ll be up all night wondering if she’s about to regret the engagement and take off. Javier’s jaw, tense ever since he sat Matt lingering at your side, begins to relax.

“Tomorrow,” he agrees. “But there’s something we can do right now that would make it clear you’re taken.”

⁂

The pickup really isn’t made for this. Aurora raises herself as much as she can to give Javier space to work his jeans and briefs down, her head touching against the roof. She pulled her underwear off before climbing in, leaving them on the passenger seat while her skirt spreads over his lap to provide some cover should anyone come knocking at the window. He parked far enough away from the entrance that they’re not in plain view of anyone coming and going but not so far away that it could be considered hidden away. Javier fumbles his way inside of her, unused to the cramped space. He hasn’t done this in years, after all, not since his back started aching. Aurora lets him control the pace, the movements. Just rocks with him in the driver’s seat of the old car.

“Let me see the ring,” he rasps. She obeys, pulling the thin silver chain from where it’s fallen into her cleavage and lays it to rest on the outside of her tank top. Immediately, Javier’s eyes focus on it and the stabs of his hips turn more forceful. She rests her chin atop his head, presses a kiss to the damp curls.

“We’re getting it fixed tomorrow,” she promises.

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dark arrangements (Alejandro Gillick x f!reader)

Summary: You thought Matt knew, he just didn't care. Whatever you did outside of the work you offered was none of his business, as long as it wasn't detrimental to said work.

Word count: 1.964 (I just needed to get it out of my chest)

Warnings: Bad words, mentions of death, violence, blood, angst, smut, talks about death and narco trafficking.

Author’s Note: I did it for Matt and I thought: why not for Alejandro? They are two characters that I found interesting and anyone who knows my writing work already knows that I love characters with this 'I'm going to study you like a lab rat' approach.

These are experiments, as I like to say. I find Benicio Del Toro's physicality very interesting, it was the main thing I thought about while pondering the idea for this story.

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****

Alejandro was rarely caught by surprise. He could consider himself cunning, despite maintaining a very restrained and silent facade that could convey a falsely indifferent perspective, so no one could expect that anything that was happening hadn't already been reported to him in some way.

Still, when he arrived at the base with Graver and saw you, for a few moments you thought he was surprised, by the way he looked at you and checked again to make sure it wasn’t someone else. It was very quick, something you only noticed because you were already waiting for him the moment Matt and Steve walked through the door; as soon as you noticed each other, you looked away naturally and you could go back to looking at your Mario Kart in hand.

“Got here early,” Matt mentioned while pushing a chair (with some unnecessary noise) and sitting closer to you. You could guess that Steve and Alejandro were still standing. 

“You too,” You mumbled, eyes still on the small console. “In theory, I just arrived from the airport. I came straight to give you time to… Anyway, you know what.”

“Bolivia?”

“Costa Rica.”

As everyone went quiet at your response, you quickly looked up only to see Steve and Matt with their eyebrows raised, visibly surprised.

“What? I can take some time off.”

“Share your photos from the trip later and let’s get straight to the point then.” 

You obeyed, almost unconsciously, as if Alejandro was burning your face with a withering look of impatience. Abandoning the console in your lap, you sighed and ran your hands over your face, as if regaining your willpower to speak, and crossed your arms to stare at Graver. 

“They’re moving to the South. Oaxaca, then Tapachula.” 

“Load?”

“Info,” And just then you dared a small glance towards Alejandro’s direction. “If I'm right, your guy is a scapegoat. He’ll show you the cargo depots that have already stopped operating while they take the heads to Guatemala. It’ll gain them, what, three days?” 

“That’s fucked,” Forsing mumbled under his breath. 

“Not so much. You can intercept them in Salina Cruz or delay but catch them last minute at the border. Or hope the Guatemalans are minimally condescending.” 

“What's in Salina Cruz?” Matt was the one asking, to which you resisted the urge to eye Alejandro again. 

“The matriarch. Beaches, mostly, but your Escobar puppy's mother lives there too. Maybe they'll spend the night, you know, family tradition.” 

In the background, you could hear a movement of voices and footsteps, probably from the people who would occupy that room in a few minutes, so you only glanced at the door before getting up and casually throwing the console at Steve.

“I’ll send my bikini’s pictures later. Got some good shots,” The comment was said under your shoulder, thrown into the air, and your quick steps prevented you from seeing who heard it or reacted to it in any way.

You came out and your hands were shaking a little, given the context for that information to reach you, and that was definitely something outside your professional scope at that point.

****

You thought Matt knew, he just didn't care. Whatever you did outside of the work you offered was none of his business, as long as it wasn't detrimental to said work.

If he asked, you would say no, it wasn't. That he could sleep peacefully every night because every time things happened with Alejandro, you were sure he would go back to Matt as if nothing had happened.

The apartment was small, somewhat improvised, so the two of you kept the volume low while only the old sofa groaned with the impact of your movements. Not that he was one to be very verbal on those occasions, but on this particular day he seemed a little thirstier, maybe even more human than usual. Alejandro had planted both palms on your thighs, his eyes closed as he panted against your mouth – almost kissing, almost making it somewhat romantic. 

You knew better, tho. You knew that despite the delicious feeling his cock caused when it penetrated you, Alejandro only did it because it was convenient and, in a way, because you offered it first. It was a lonely life, these things could happen. Curious, since he did what he did and was still the most reliable to offer this type of relief to you, but you didn't complain, nor did you think about it. That day, no one even took off their clothes before you could straddle and ride him.

He let you take over: panties pulled to the side, the fabric of your shirts rubbing with each rise and fall of yours. You ran your palms over your neck and chest (or what was visible of it), and for a brief moment Alejandro took one of your hands to yours, feeling the bandage around the knuckles on your left hand. This brought him back to reality, opening his eyes to look at your face with doubt mixed with the lust of the moment.

“Nn-nn,” You shook your head calmly, pulling your hand away to increase your movements. 

He released you, but only to support your back while he laid you down on the couch, changing the position to have control of everything again. The thrusts became firmer and their rhythm, previously moderate, became intense, accelerated, typically related to sex and only sex.

As always was.

****

The issue, from beginning to end, was that Alejandro could read you well, which could be seen as a question of mutual identification and, on his part mostly, experience.

He wouldn't tell Matt or anyone else that you might waver in your methods, nor that you might be a little more affected than necessary in the back and forth of information you gathered. Well, he knew all that, but he compartmentalized it, because he also knew that what mattered was what you brought to the table, not how you did it. There was a natural insensitivity intrinsic to what everyone there did, so it was okay if a few scratches appeared along the way.

“The info,” Alejandro said in a low, subtle tone, one that made you stop in your tracks with your back at him. “Where did you get it?”

You didn't think the question came about because of your injured hand, but you also didn't doubt that it had been the encouragement he needed to do so. 

“You know I can't tell you that.”

A sudden silence followed your response; Alejandro got up from the couch and you feigned habit, walking around the living room to distract yourself. 

“Make an effort,” He pressed himself behind you, a hand stopping your agitated demeanor. 

“Alejandro-”

“What did you do in Costa Rica?”

Not that he didn't know, because he always knew, and that wasn't a change of approach; furthermore, Alejandro was directly spewing out the questions that demanded an answer. He deliberately took advantage of the natural power he had over you, because Graver could trust him and only him, and you were often at the mercy of what he defined of you to others.

There were two questions and two answers. Think, you remembered your uncle's voice every time, that these favors you do for me is better than seeking help with your gringo friends.

“My real uncle,” You said, turning around to look at him and crossing your arms protectively over your chest. “I received the information halfway. I thought it was worth the risk, so I made the deal.”

Answer one. Alejandro just nodded without much reaction and remained quiet, waiting for you to continue.

“Two or three trucks were going to Guadalajara and I needed to tell him when and where it would be. He needed reliable info on this one, it was big.” 

Answer two. 

“And where is the shipment now?”

“I don’t know.”

He raised his eyebrows unimpressed.

“I really don't know, Alejandro.”

Alejandro wasn’t invading your space, but obstinately forced you to look him in the eye, which turned the living room into a small, almost suffocating space. Your fingers tightened against your arms absently, as if you didn’t already know the sensation of having him this close. 

“... What do you want me to say?” You pressed, eyes firmly on him. 

“I don't want you to say anything.” 

And that was the first thing that really made sense or that, at least, justified his presence there. Never say anything, never suggest anything, just do it. I follow your lead and we don’t talk about it. For someone who made speaking your life, you could find it a little ironic, if not relieving. 

He went to the inside pocket of his blazer then, taking out your console and taking hold of one of your hands to place it on your palm. 

“You’re tracing the path for him,” His voice was low, intense, and all you could manage to do was nod. 

Yes, you would end up being your uncle's executioner. Yes, you knew that if it weren't him it would be you, and he had already shown himself to be exempt from any mercy towards you. Yes, that was the way things worked and you had already learned to deal with your own demons about it.

“Have you come to pray for my conscience?” 

“Did it feel like that's what I did?” 

You scoffed a laugh. 

“I've had some setbacks along the way, but I've never let anything distract me from what I want,” That made him narrow his eyes at you. “And that includes you.”

“I'm not what you want.”

“But it's what I need. The path I'm following needs to come to an end one day.” 

****

There would be fire, blood and dirt: this was how you imagined the end of your family line. Sometimes you were among the dead, looking at Alejandro from your place among the pile of bodies, seeing him with heavy blinking eyes before your gun was fired at your head. Sometimes you watched. The smell of burning skin and hair, the palpable aroma of pools of blood, the gasoline splashing on your feet as it wet all those people. Your uncle was at the top, his eyes looking up at the lifeless sky, waiting for the inevitable end of his earthly presence. 

Kind of like Alejandro found you years before, when the target was your father, and when it was your body covered in blood.

You also had plans that you envisioned, these older ones, like leftovers from the life you wanted when your mother was still alive. A hot beach in Jamaica, perhaps, or in Guadalajara, with cold drinks and sea salt in your hair. There would be no worries, no weapons, no desperate punches to reach your good memories.

You’re tracing the path for him, said the man who should have killed you, the same one who occupied your bed. The same one who began to put an end to your tragedy when he killed your father and who would give you the taste of peace when he did the same to your uncle.

Was it sickness? To reach out and find comfort in the man determined to ruin your blood and history? Or was he on the sick side, taking advantage as much as possible before putting a definitive end to everyone in that same family tree?

You didn't know – you had no way of knowing. Therefore, you would live in the certainty that, while you could achieve your peace, you would also come to terms with the idea that perhaps Alejandro will be the last thing you see before you turned into just another person who would perhaps torment his mind someday.

At least you could choose who did it.

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Business Hours - Matt Graver (Josh Brolin, Sicario) x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You can't stand your fellow team member. The feeling is not mutual.

Notes: Hey everyone, here is the long awaited Sicario fic I promised! Don't worry, there will be another one coming, I'm going to see the sequel tonight, so expect another fic posted tomorrow (ft some Benicio 👀😍). Thank you all for continuing to read my stuff! Means a lot. 💜

Matt Graver.

Even thinking the name makes you want to punch something. Preferably the man himself, but the entitled asswad was nowhere near you right now; probably asleep, as you should be. You had been out drinking last night to forget the shit you saw crossing the border. You were somewhat used to it. Make no mistake, it was a good call to volunteer you instead of your sister, Kate-- you're ex military, turned DEA, and a little more used to blurring the code of conduct under heat than she is. This being said, it was a little tough to see dismembered bodies strung up from every bridge, when all you're used to seeing is packs of cocaine. You think back to your preliminary debrief.

"So. DEA, huh?" Matt nodded, tossing your file down. "DOD myself. We go together like that..." he links his two pinky fingers together, and flashes you a smile. You look away from him."

Hitting the button on the kettle, you hoist yourself up on the counter, rolling your neck.

After that exchange at the debriefing, he had found you again, donning a pair of slacks and some lovely green crocs.

"Ready for some action tomorrow?" he grinned, and you hesitated.

"Tomorrow?"

"Oh, did no one tell you?" he asked boredly, popping in some gum, "We're moving out tomorrow instead of next Tuesday, so pack your stuff."

"Thanks," you grit out, and he comes up to you, staring you straight in the eye. He's only inches away at this point, and you clench your jaw. He just gives you that smug smile.

"No problem." He looks you up and down. "If you need a little help packing up, call me."

"Like I'm going to let you go through my panty drawer, asshole," you shoot back.

"Man, you're crushing my dreams here, (y/l/n)!"

You were rarely ruffled, but his blatant disregard for convention disarmed you. Reminded you a little of... well, you. You swirl the tea bag around in your mug.

"You married?"

You shake your head. "Never had the chance."

"Well yeah, would've been surprised if you said yes. How old're you, anyway?"

"27."

He grins. "Yep. Young and sweet."

You snort. "Everyone who's called me innocent in the past has learned quickly."

"I don't doubt it," he nods, "Chill out. I don't intend to make that mistake."

A knock at your door wakes you from your thoughts. You walk over, and peer through the eyehole to see the man himself, Matt Graver, standing in your doorway with his usual button up, slacks, and flip flops.

"What?" you crack the door open in exasperation.

"Morning, sunshine," he says, checking his 2AM watch time.

"Graver, I'm not in the mood, I've got the daddy of all fucking hangovers," you mutter, and he hums, coming in and sitting down with that shit eating grin.

"Say that again."

You frown, and lock the door. "What?"

"Daddy," he smirks, and you flip him off, pouring some chamomile tea.

"Would you like some tea, Matt? Thanks, I'd love some, (y/n)," he feigns, raising his eyebrows at you, and you resist the smile twitching at your lips, turning away so he doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing it.

"This is my last tea bag," you grumble.

"All the better to share with the guest," he says, and you sigh, pouring him a mug and setting it down in front of him with a punctuated thump. Joining him at the table, you shrug.

"So? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Matt leans back, and you try not to let yourself look down at the bulge he's got in those cargo pants. The fucker probably goes commando, which was even worse with someone that... gifted. He tilts his head at your question. "Eh. Thought I'd drop by."

"Uh huh?" you nod, "Business hours are tomorrow. Like I said, I'm not in the mood."

"Okay, alright, shit," he chuckles, "You take no prisoners. Here. Came to give you this." He slides a manilla folder across the table, and you go to open it. He puts a hand over yours. "Wait until I'm gone to read it. Then I can deal with all your annoying questions tomorrow."

"Annoying questions?" you repeat.

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't ask such annoying questions if you didn't give me such an annoying answers," you retort, and look down. His hand is still on top of yours. He notices that you've noticed, and slowly removes it, not without that smirk.

"What did you do before you became DEA?"

"I've always been DEA."

"Nah, I think you're just a private person. C'mon... I'm curious."

You take a deep breath, and give up. "I served in the army."

He sobers up. "Where?"

"Iraq. Like my sister's partner."

"I respect that. I respect you, contrary to what you probably believe."

You scoff, taking a sip of your tea. "I believe you respect very few people, Mr. Graver."

"Keen guess, and you're one of 'em."

You look up at him over your cup, and can't help but believe his honest eyes... and the way he's looking at you--

God, the tension between you two has been killer since you met. It seemed as if even the others had begun to notice. It's just his confidence, his carefree attitude, the ease with which he does his job. You wouldn't call it graceful, but you would call it smart.

"What're you thinking about?" he asks softly.

"You."

He's surprised at the straightforward answer. "Really?"

"I don't know what to make of you. You're a mystery to me, yet you're the least mysterious person on this god damn team. I hate mysteries, Graver."

"I don't think you've seen many guys like me. That's all," he says, "Guys who nail the whole, maximum results, minimum effort deal."

"But I can't figure something out," you mutter, pushing your cup away in frustration. Does he like you, or does he just like to play?

"You're wondering if I was pulling all that flirty stuff outta my ass," he nods, chuckling. You bite your lip at the deep sound, and rub a hand over your eyes. "Well... truth is, no. It wasn't all bullshit." He sits forward. "I think you're a fuckin knock out, and I wanna have you on every surface of this room. There, boom. The truth is out." He puts his hands behind his head. "Like I said. If you need help, I'm always here."

You blink at him, then slide forward to press your lips to his. He warmly reciprocates, putting his large hand behind your head to keep you there, and using the other one to pull you into his lap. You moan into his mouth, and he bounces you, stealing your lips into his mouth with a grunt. You reach down feverishly to unbuckle his pants, and he helps you with yours as well. It's as if both of you are racing the other to see who can get who undressed first, and he ultimately wins, yanking your pants down and off. You take off his shirt, running your hands up his heaving chest, and he does the same for you, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. You gaze down at him, your lips barely ghosting over one another's.

"You're the first guy who's gotten it on the first try."

"What can I say? I've cracked the code," he smirks, and kisses you again, lifting you up so that your legs are wrapped around his middle. You continue to make out with him as he holds you against the wall, using one hand to drop his pants. You cluck your tongue as you look down at his cock, boxer-free.

"I was right."

He gives you a funny look, before reaching down to grab a condom from his pocket. "Do me a favour, open this?" he asks, and holds it up for you to rip with your teeth. "Impressive."

"Why the hell did you bring a condom?" you sigh, wondering why you're even asking.

"I guess you could say my intentions were not pure," he grins, and slides the protection on. You bite your lip, feeling yourself get even wetter at the prospect of taking that. You had only had a few skilled and endowed lovers in your lifetime, and you had a feeling that this was going to put all the others to shame.

"Ready?" he groans in your ear, pumping himself in his fist.

"Yeah," you whisper, and he reaches down to dip two fingers into you, running them through your slick and then parting your folds. He moves his fingers up to your clit, and begins to rub as he finally pushes himself in.

"Ahg--" you fall forward into his chest, your arms looping around his neck tightly, "Ohgod-- Matt..."

"Use your words, honey," he coos gently, starting up a steady, rocking pace. His hips rotate as if he's swinging them, each time thrusting deep inside you. After the sixth thrust, you feel him reach your g-spot, and you gasp.

"There! There, there... oh fuck, Matt, please..."

He gives a self-satisfied smirk. "Enjoying yourself, huh?"

"Fuck... you..." you growl, throwing back your head.

"You're doing a sweet job of that, (y/n)," he laughs, and starts going harder, increasing his thrusting.

"Please... pl... pl... oh..." your clit throbs as he continues to stroke and rub and stimulate it, and while that hand does that and his hips hold you against the wall, he uses the other hand to wrap a hand around your left breast, squeezing and massaging until he moves onto the other one.

"Beautiful," he muses, and you moan again as he continues to take you against the wall. After a moment, he bites his lip, and spins you both around, setting you on your back, on the table. The tea spills a little-- neither of you care. He covers your body with his larger one, thrusting in perfectly, again and again until you feel your orgasm coming.

"Matt... Matt, oh!" You get lost in the headspace. "Fuck me, daddy!"

He groans, eyelids squeezing shut, and now he really starts to fuck you, so hard the table moves. "That's it... what a good girl for daddy... daddy's girl, hm? That's amazing, sweetheart, let daddy fuck you just right..."

"Mmm," you whine, grabbing onto his arms, and he connects your lips one last time as he tugs your hair back, exposing you neck for him to suck.

"Mine..." his voice vibrates through you as he marks you and repeats that against your skin.

"Please... Matt, daddy, daddy please let me..."

"Gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart," he murmurs, switching his quick, rough thrusts to slow, deep pounds as he holds one palm flat on the tabletop. You just about sob at the feeling.

"Please, let me come!"

"Don't let me hold you back," he smirks, pressing a kiss to the corner of your open lips, and you climax hard, feeling your wetness coat him. He keeps fucking you through it, until he's sure you've had your fill. Then, he pumps a few more times inside of you, shuddering and moaning your name. You hold onto him as he comes too, meeting his eyes. He looks debauched, and you're sure you do too.

"Two surfaces," he breathes, falling back into his chair.

"What?" you pant as well as he grabs his shirt and sits back down too.

"I only fucked you on two surfaces," he begins to smile, "That's a couple fewer than I promised." He runs a hand through his hair, wiping away the sweat on his forehead.

"You keeping score?" you smile a little.

"I am now," he says, and shakes his head. "I thought you were gonna punch me when I confessed."

"That was my first instinct," you tell him.

"Well. Me and my penis are sure glad you went with your first." You get up and shove him, and he sets off laughing. "Fuck," he exhales, looking at the time, "I'll see you tomorrow at base."

"Uh huh," you simply mutter back.

"And tomorrow night."

"Debateable," you huff.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow night," he says, and takes one last sip of his drink, licking his lips. "Damn good tea. You gonna have some more of that? You know, tomorrow night? When I see you again?"

"Sleep tight Graver," you roll your eyes, ushering him out the door. With a playful little wave, he's gone, and you're left to contemplate your job, your love life, your sex life, and whether or not you actually want to contemplate those things.

Fuck it. Matt's sexy, in every sense of the word. You could die any day, any hour right now. This is definitely what you need-- and he knows it.

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Since the spooky season is upon us I will be focusing on Halloween prompts for the time being so that I can have stories written out in preparation for October 🎃 I will be continuing When Black Cats Prowl and Beg Me from back in 2019 as well as a few other ideas I have.

I will be opening up my fan fic request line. Requests will be cut off at 11:59 p.m eastern standard time on August 31st. Anything submitted after will be deleted and you'll need to resubmit another time. Requests are for Halloween season prompts only! I will write for the following fandoms/characters:

The Lost Boys

Jim Hopper

Billy Hargrove

Sandor Clegane

Tormund Giantsbane

The Hobbit

Kraglin Obfonteri

Yondu Udonta

Taneleer Tivan

Tullk

Thanos

Clay Morrow

Opie Winston

Chibs Telford

Tig Trager

Negan

Merle Dixon

Lawrence Talbot

Grant Grant

Ulysses Klaue

Adrian Toomes

Beetlejuice

Batman/Bruce Wayne (Michael Keaton)

Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold

Killian Jones

Baelfire/Neil

Alejandro Gillick

Matt Graver

Cable

Benicio del Toro

As always, if you don't see a certain character please feel free to ask me about it. The worst I will say is no.

I will reblog prompt ideas I find. It's up to you as far as romance/friendship/platonic/smut and so on. Alternate Universes are always welcome. You can ask for a certain ship in your request, but be aware that depending on the ship I may decline. By all means ship your ships, but don't come at me if I decline to write it.

Anon is off, but if you're shy about your request you can either ask me to answer your ask privately instead of publicly or you can send your request to me via email: benicioqueen@gmail.com

I don't do pedophilia or incest of any kind.

BE RESPECTFUL IN YOUR REQUESTS AND BE RESPECTFUL IF I DECLINE.

If you are disrespectful to me or anyone on my page, you will be given a warning ⚠️ If the disrespect continues, you will be blocked.

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Rinse and repeat

A Sicario oneshot. I watched this movie for the first time 48 hours ago and now here we are. I am so very very predictable, aren't I?

Matt Graver x f!reader

Explicit, 18+

Warnings: toxic relationship, violence, smut, injuries, dom/sub undertones

Words: 3 362

Tagging: @captainpoopweinersoldier @futurewife

Excerpt

It’s not unusual that cabs pull up outside your house. Either the drivers get confused about the street numbers - you still do, and you’ve lived here for all of your adult life - or the passenger asks them to stop a bit early so as to avoid having to navigate the seemingly never-ending construction happening further down the block. This particular passenger on the other hand? You expected him to be either dead or temporarily in hiding from you to nip any idea that this is a relationship in the bud. He pays the driver, sends him on his way, then swaggers up your driveway with a bag slung over his shoulder.

Finish on AO3

[misscampacyn]

Chapter 8

Warning: Sex!! (NO under 18)

 Alexis and Carl arrive at the Wild Pony.

“You go find us a table, I’ll get you a beer,” says Carl.

Alexis smiles and leaves Carl at the bar while she finds a table. Only a minute later Carl returns with two bottles of Bud Light.

“So, what up with you and this Alejandro?” asks Carl.

Alexis take a swig of her beer, “he’s my brother’s co-worker of sorts. Matt wants to play match maker,” she answers.

“Well if your brother tries to set you up with a guy he works with it’s usually cause he’s a good guy,” comments Carl.

“You don’t even know this guy,” says Alexis.

Carl shrugs and smiles. Alexis feels her phone buzzing in her pocket, she retrieves it and answers seen Kates name on the screen.

“What’s up Kate?” she asks.

“I need a drink you want to join?” asks Kate.

Alexis glances at Carl, “well I’m already having a drink with Carl,” she responds.

“Can we meet you there?” asks Kate.

Alexis covers the phone’s microphone and asks Carl if it’s okay if Kate came over. Carl did not mind, so Alexis tells Kate the name of the bar.

“Do you come to this place often?” asks Alexis.

“Sometimes,” says Carl.

“I always knew you were a cowboy,” comments Alexis.

“Yeah, I like to ride,” flirts Carl with a wink.

Alexis softly blushes, “Oh god,” she splutters.

“I can show you later,” continues Carl.

“I might take you up for it, been a while,” admits Alexis.

Several minutes later Kate and Reggie arrive, and they sit with the pair. After a couple of minutes joking they were approached by a guy who greeted Reggie.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” asks the guy.

“This is Kate, Alexis, and Carl. This is Ted he’s Phoenix PD,” introduces Reggie.

Ted waves at everyone at the table, but his eyes don’t leave Kate. Kate on the other hand is blushing at the attention he is giving her. Alexis is the only one to notice.

“You want to go dance?” asks Carl offering Alexis his hand.

Alexis smiles up at Carl and take his hand. The pair go to the dance floor and dance a slow country song.

“You don’t trust the guy,” points out Carl.

“Something off about him,” says Alexis.

“Kate’s a big girl she can defend herself, besides she has Reggie with her,” comforts Carl.

“Yeah your right,” says Alexis.

Alexis pushes her worry to the back of her mind for now. Enjoy the drop of normality she was experiencing at the moment. They danced for another hour or so, Kate and Ted joined them in the dance floor. Alexis get on her tippy toes and kisses Carl on the lips.

“I’d like to see what the cowboy can do,” purrs Alexis.

Carl smiles down at her and takes her hand and starts to lead her to his car.

Outside Alejandro sit in his car and waits Kate to leaves the bar but he sees another familiar face walking hand in hand with a man. Without know Alexis walks by Alejandro’s car and he can see the smile on her face. Alejandro could not help but feel jealous, but he had to look out for Kate.

Alexis and Carl reach his car. Carl opens Alexis door before rushing to the driver’s side.

“You place or mine?” he asks.

Alexis ponders, “mine,” she says.

Carl nods and starts the car, “I’ll need you to tell me where we are going,” he says.

“Yup,” answers Alexis.

When they arrived at her apartment they start to make out but before things get too steamy in the couch Alexis leads Carl into her bedroom.

“Sorry I don’t want Kate to walk in on us,” says Alexis.

Carl nods taking off his close. Alexis also takes off her close in a rush. One they are both naked, Alexis pulls Carl towards her and kisses him. Carl pushes Alexis down to her bed and starts to kiss her clavicle. Alexis lets out a low moan.

“Come one cowboy get to it,” she rushes.

Carl smirks and grabs his manhood and puts a condom on. He guides it to Alexis entrance, thrusting his hips forward entering her completely.

“Fuck!” moans Alexis placing both hands around Carl’s shoulders.

Carl starts to thrust faster into Alexis. The one silent room is filled with grunts and moans. Eventually they both reach their climax, and Carl drops next to Alexis trying to catch his breath.

After a couple of silent minutes, they both got dressed. Carl looks at his phone and sees he has a call form one of his teammates.

“Shit let me call my teammate,” says Carl.

“Yeah no problem, I should get some rest, Matt wants us to meet him early in the morning,” says Alexis.

Alexis walks Carl to her front door and they share a last kiss before he opens the door and heads to his car.

Alexis goes back to her room and gets her clothes ready to shower. She’s about to leave her room to go to the bathroom when she hears the door open and close. She pokes her head out of her room to see if it was Kate. Noticing she was making out with Ted; Alexis decides it would be best to wait on the shower. She gently closes her bedroom door, but then she hears the couple talking.

“Talk to me Kate,” says Ted, “come on Kate,” he begs.

This causes Alexis to frown and open her door once again and she notices Kate pushing Ted away.

“Hey, leave her alone!” calls out Alexis.

Ted turn to look at Alexis and Kate takes advantage and grabs her gun pointing it at Ted. He then turns back and is faces with Kate pointing the gun at him, but he knocks the gun out of her hands. Alexis runs to the living room and tries to get her gun, but she pulled back by her shirt. Alexis turns and punched Ted right on the nose. This only stops him for a moment, angered Ted pushes Kate out the way causing her to hit her head and fall unconscious. He lunges grabs Alexis hair and pulls her back.

“You should have minded your own business,” he says pushing her to the ground.

Alexis attempt to crawl towards Kate’s gun, but Ted grabs her leg and pulls her back. He then flips her over and places his knees over her abdomen.

“You caused this,” he says.

Alexis punches him in the jaw, but he doesn’t get off her. He instead places his hands around her neck. Squeezing tighter and tighter. Alexis claws at his face and hands, but she is unable to pry his hands form her neck. Alexis starts to see blurry when a figure enters the apartment.

“Psst” calls Alejandro pointing the gun at Teds head.

In fear Ted lets go of Alexis neck and gets off her. Alexis turn to the left and start to cough trying to regain her breath. Alexis get up dizzily and approaches Kate who is still unconscious.

“Kate,” she calls out, “shit Kate.”

Alejandro holds Ted to the floor and calls for back up from his radio. Only a minute later Matt arrives with a paramedic and they rush to Alexis and Kate.

“Alexis you alright?” asks Matt.

“Yeah,” answers Alexis clearly still out of breath.

The paramedic uses smelling salt to bring back Kate, and he check her over for a concussion. Luckily she is fine, she didn’t even a cut. After the paramedic was done he left the apartment leaving them alone with Ted.

Matt looks over at his sister and notices the tears threatening to spill for her eyes. He looks at Alejandro who takes Ted to the SUV to be questioned in private.

After a bit of silence Kate walks to the kitchen where a new pack of cigarettes are waiting for her. Matt and Alexis follow her. They see her trembling hands open the cigarette carton.

Kate lights if up and take a puff, “you used me as bait,” she points out.

“Nah you used yourself as bait. Told you not to go into the bank,” counters Matt.

Alexis only rubs the back of her neck feeling that Ted would not have seen Kate if she hadn’t gone out with Carl.

Kate looks over at Alexis, “you knew about this” she accuses.

“She didn’t, she was on a date, it was unintentional that you arrive at the same bar,” defends Matt.

“Really she told me what bar she was in when I called, seemed like a set up,” counters Kate.

“She risked her life for you, you don’t have a bruise forming around your neck,” scolds Matt.

“Yeah after you made her use me as bait,” hisses Kate.

Alexis refuses to say anything and leaves the kitchen, she already felt guilty enough that she had invited Kate to the bar. Matt follows Alexis with his sight until he can no longer see her.

“She cares for you, she lost a partner, doesn’t want that to happen again,” says Matt in a calmer tone.

Kate says nothing.

“She didn’t know you were bait, but I knew you would be a walking target. You didn’t follow orders went into the bank, almost got Alexis killed, write that on your report,” states Matt before leaving the kitchen.

Matt walks out of the apartment and sees Alexis standing next to Reggie. Her hands covering her face.

“It’s not your fault Alexis,” comforts Matt.

“Why do I feel like it is?” Alexis asks.

“Your brother is right, you didn’t know Ted would be there, it my fault I introduced them,” says Reggie.

Alexis lets out a saddened sigh and leaves the two men going back up to her apartment. She walks into the bathroom and splashes her face with cold water. She looks up at her reflection noticing the bruises forming on her neck.

Alejandro approaches the bathroom and sees Alexis touching the bruises on her neck.

“You alright?” asks Alejandro.

Alexis lowers her head and start to quietly sob. Alejandro enters the bathroom and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay to cry,” he comforts.

Alexis moves and wraps her arms around him and starts to sob into his chest. Alejandro places one arm around her and the other on the back of her head. He holds her close as she cries. Alexis mumbles into his chest but he can’t make out any of the words that are leaving her mouth.

“Don’t do that again,” begs Alejandro.

Alexis leans up and looks at him, “Do what?” she questions. Her eyes and nose red from the crying.

“Don’t get into danger, he could have killed you,” clarifies Alejandro.

Alexis only wipes her tears and looks at Alejandro now tear stained shirt. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles.

Alejandro follows her line of vision and chuckles, “For a bad ass you are very caring,” he points out.

Alexis just sniffle. Alejandro smiles down at her and leans down and kisses her forehead. Alejandro turns to leave but remembers what he witnessed earlier.

“Almost forgot, how was your date?” he questions .Alexis had forgotten about the event that had happened before the ordeal with Ted. Alexis smiled and blushed remembering Carl, she looks up at Alejandro and clears her throat, “it was good,” she says simply.

“I’m glad you had fun,” says Alejandro, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Alexis,” he expresses.

“See you tomorrow, Alexandro,” she calls after him.

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My Josh Brolin/Cable Smut: Masterlist

Hello y’all! So I’ve been asked quite a few times if I have a masterlist, so I figured I’d better get on that. I’ll reblog this with new additions everytime I put out a new fic :) 

Deadpool-- Cable x Readers 

Sweet, Sweet Love

Irresistible 

Training 

When In Cancun

California Highway One 

That’s A First 

Hot Water

Hey, Baby

No Country For Old Men: Llewelyn Moss x Readers

Shady Money 

On The Run

Sicario/Sicario 2: Matt Graver x Readers

Business Hours

Mine

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

The ring

Written for day 10 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 1 110

Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora

Prompt: jealousy

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, angsty

Cameo by a young Matt Graver, my favourite asshole from the Sicario movies!

“That a Cane corso?” Aurora looks up, caught off-guard by the unfamiliar man’s voice at her left side. She’s met by bright blue eyes with dark blonde hair falling into them and a grin that she can’t interpret though she narrows it down to either self-assured or intoxicated, or possibly a combination of the two. He’s a couple of years younger than her, maybe late 20’s, and thick tanned arms poke out from the white t-shirt. He’s pointing to the tattoo on the outside of her left shoulder. It’s a portrait of Bane, the dog gifted to her by her grandfather when she went to college. The tattoo itself was her gift to herself for Christmas last year.

“Yeah.” Aurora rubs the tattoo absentmindedly. “She was my first dog.” The man grins even wider, like he’s won a bet.

“Always wanted one,” he says, “but I don’t think my lifestyle would allow it. I travel too much. Name’s Matt, by the way.” Matt reaches his hand out and, although hesitantly, Aurora shakes it. He’s got to be law enforcement, she thinks. His hands aren’t blistered like a rancher’s, but she’s never seen a businessman in bluejeans and drinking Lone Star.

“Good to meet you, Matt.” As she takes him in, another detail catches her eye. His footwear. Flip-flops. Who the hell wears flip-flops to a bar?

“You new in town?” she asks, trying her hardest not to stare at his exposed feet. Matt shrugs.

“I’ve passed through once before,” he explains, “but this time I’m staying a bit longer.” He might’ve gotten reassigned then, or maybe he’s doing part of his training here. Aurora nods in recognition but does nothing else to further the conversation. Matt props both elbows onto the bar, raises an eyebrow at her.

“So what’s your name?” he presses. Aurora considers the options. She doesn’t find him particularly intimidating, that icy feeling that runs down her spine whenever she speaks to people that are objectively bad news not making its presence known. Still, she doesn’t trust him.

“I don’t give out my name to strangers.” Aurora says it as politely as she can. She’s not in the mood to cause yet another scene at this particular bar, and hopes that Matt will have the decency to take the hint. He nods, flags down the bartender for another beer, then turns to her.

“Fair,” he agrees. “Let’s get to know each other then, so we won’t be strangers.” There’s that icy feeling, just a hint of it at the base of her skull.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says, a little sterner now. Even if it wasn’t for Javier’s furrowed brow and pursed lips which she spots across the bar where he’s catching up with an old coworker from the sheriff’s office, she’d have no intention of continuing the conversation. Matt’s grin fades. Not fully, it just dims.

“Alright.” He throws his hands up. “I can take a no.” His voice is so easygoing, enough so that for a split second Aurora questions if she’s read him wrong. She silences that doubt quickly: so the guy’s charming, that doesn’t mean he’s not an asshole.

“Was nice talking to you though, Matt,” she says. “Hope Laredo treats you well.”

⁂

“Who was that?” Javier asks as soon as he’s reached her side. She shrugs, takes another sip of her beer.

“Some guy who’s in town for a bit. Tried to flirt but I shut him down.” Javier pouts and throws another glance over his shoulder at Matt, who has retreated to a booth where he’s talking to a redhead who she’s seen around but doesn’t know the name of. Aurora’s already moved on in her mind, wondering if the rest of the week will be as hellishly warm as the first three days have been, when Javier pipes up:

“What did he say to you?” There’s nothing subtle about Javier’s jealousy. He wears it on his sleeve, just like he does with his anger and his joy.

“Asked about my tattoo, gave me his name, asked me mine and when I said no he backed off,” Aurora summarizes. She turns to face Javier, reaches for his fingers and squeezes them gently. That finally makes him look at her instead of at Matt. He squeezes her fingers back.

“We need to fix your ring,” he states. He’s not wrong. The second Javier went to slip his mom’s ring around Aurora’s finger three weeks ago it became obvious that Maria and her did not share a ring size. Javier’s ears turned red with embarrassment and he mumbled his way through an apology for not finding a window to discreetly check Aurora’s size. She kissed him soundly and agreed that they could get it fixed sometime when they were running other errands in town.

“You’re right. How about tomorrow?” she suggests. “It’s about time for a grocery run, don’t you think?” It’s really not but she can see the way his mind is spinning out of control, and knows that if she doesn’t pull the brakes for him he’ll be up all night wondering if she’s about to regret the engagement and take off. Javier’s jaw, tense ever since he sat Matt lingering at your side, begins to relax.

“Tomorrow,” he agrees. “But there’s something we can do right now that would make it clear you’re taken.”

⁂

The pickup really isn’t made for this. Aurora raises herself as much as she can to give Javier space to work his jeans and briefs down, her head touching against the roof. She pulled her underwear off before climbing in, leaving them on the passenger seat while her skirt spreads over his lap to provide some cover should anyone come knocking at the window. He parked far enough away from the entrance that they’re not in plain view of anyone coming and going but not so far away that it could be considered hidden away. Javier fumbles his way inside of her, unused to the cramped space. He hasn’t done this in years, after all, not since his back started aching. Aurora lets him control the pace, the movements. Just rocks with him in the driver’s seat of the old car.

“Let me see the ring,” he rasps. She obeys, pulling the thin silver chain from where it’s fallen into her cleavage and lays it to rest on the outside of her tank top. Immediately, Javier’s eyes focus on it and the stabs of his hips turn more forceful. She rests her chin atop his head, presses a kiss to the damp curls.

“We’re getting it fixed tomorrow,” she promises.