#sicario 2 imagine

[spooky-pomegranate]

Pablo's Ghost (Part 4)

Colonel Carrillo x F Reader (18+) 🔥 Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: After ten months apart, Carrillo shows you how badly he’s missed you. (Part 1) (Part 2)(Part 3)

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There’s something to be said about expectations. While it’s true they often unceremoniously faded away when life can no longer compete with the vivid nature of dreams, expectations are born from observations. They’re created after listening, watching, and experiencing the world and people around us. They’re a dream of what could be based on what has been.

And your expectations of Carrillo were no different. They were created from your memories, from the years you had spent watching him, listening to him, and yearning for him. You didn’t mean to craft them, but they existed within you just the same.

During your time in Colombia, you’d seen Carrillo use his strength to be rough. His powerful arms pushed, grappled, and tossed his enemies around like they were nothing more than rag-dolls. His large hands clawed, punched, and dug aggressively into the flesh of those who dared to cross him. And his deft fingers jabbed, scratched, and squeezed around the throats of sicarios who tried in their wicked ways to tear his country apart.

But as you lay there beneath him, feeling his weight press down upon you every expectation you had of Carrillo was challenged. Where you had expected him to be rough he was soft. Where you had expected him to be fast he was slow and where you had expected him to be mean he was gentle.

The same arms that threw men to the ground carefully held you against him. The same hands that left bruising marks on his enemies, traced delicate patterns across your ribs. And the same fingers that squeezed the triggers of violent weapons, caressed you with a touch so loving it took your breath away.

When you had crawled onto your bed and spread your legs open for him you had meant it as a challenge. You’d hope he’d snap like a wild animal deprived of food and devour you whole. But he hadn’t. He’d told you he wanted to give you more than that. He told you that you deserved more than that. And it was then you knew that Carrillo wasn’t going to fuck you. He was going to break every expectation you had of him and he was going to make love to you. He was going to leave you satiated in ways you had never imagined.

It had started when propped up on your elbows and spread wide open, you had begged him.

“Horacio, I have never loved anyone the way that I love you. I want you. All of you. So please Carrillo… please, I can’t wait any longer. I want to lose myself in you.”

And then he smiled and answered you with a honeyed question.

“Then how could I ever deny you, mi amor?”

It was then he had moved slowly toward the foot of your bed, reaching for the hem of his polo and carefully lifting it over his head. His broad chest was exposed to you for the very first time and you couldn’t help but trail your eyes over his muscles, his beautiful skin, his patch of tufted dark hair that trailed deliciously from his lower stomach into his trousers.

And then you saw them—the healed marks, the remnants of Pablo’s fury, the bullet wounds. There were half a dozen of them, each small, round, and pinkish. The scars were a reminder of how hard Carrillo must have fought to get back here… to come home to you. They made your heartache and you whispered his name.

“Carrillo.”

At the sound of your voice, he moved.

Underneath you, the bed dipped as he sunk one knee onto the mattress and then the other. His hands tenderly reached for your ankles, his calloused palms touching you with a reverence reserved for the most delicate and holy of creatures. Then his lips followed, giving each joint a fleeting and dulcet kiss.

You wanted to tell him how beautiful he looked revering you, but your words caught in your throat. You were entirely too enraptured with the view before you. He was a vision you never expected. He was something so much sweeter.

Carrillo continued his adoration, touching and kissing every inch of you: your legs, your knees, your thighs, your stomach, your ribs. Nothing was left untouched, nothing was left unworshipped. And every time he reached a new place you managed to find a way to breathlessly thank him for his affection. Your hands stroked his arms, you brushed back his soft hair, and you trailed lingering lines across the taut muscles of his abdomen. All the while you offered him bawdy praises that’d dripped from your mouth like sugary syrup.

“You feel so good.” “You look incredible.” “You’re so strong.” You had said.

And that’s how you found yourself here with Carrillo’s body hovering over you and all of your expectations of him completely and utterly shattered. But it was perfect and you couldn’t get enough.

He brought his lips up to the shell of your ear.

“Let me see all of you,” he whispered and you willingly obeyed.

Wordlessly, with one arm you reached behind your back and unclasped your bra. Your breasts spilled out before him and Carrillo groaned. The vibrations of his moan reached straight to your core, and like adding fuel to a raging bonfire, your desire for him burned hotter.

Carrillo’s lips left the shell of your ear and he kissed down the side of your jaw, to your neck, and then lower until his mouth found your breasts. His tongue swirled slowly around your nipple before he sucked it gently into his mouth.

Still propped up on your elbows you couldn’t help but arch into his touch. You whined as Carrillo slid his hands behind your back to pull you closer. He continued to lick, suck, and kiss you until his mouth moved from to your other breast and again you cried out as he lavished it with the same rapt attention. It was all so much and at the same time not nearly enough.

“Please…” you whimpered.

You reached down and thread your hand through Carrillo’s hair, tugging at him until, with a loud and wet pop, he finally let go of your peaked nipple.

“Si, mi amor?” He asked innocently.

Carrillo's gaze met yours and you nearly melted in a puddle. The combination of love and lust he held behind his chestnut eyes was too perfect. But still, you wanted to see something more. You wanted to see him come undone.

“I want to taste you, Horacio,” you said before pushing forward and kissing him, your tongue swirling inside his mouth.

Carrillo pulled back, before resting his forehead against yours. He took a deep breath.

“Do you mean-” he started.

“Yes.” You didn’t let him finish.

Carrillo buried his head into the crook of your neck.

“Aye dios, dame fuerzas,” he mumbled into your skin before quickly pinning you to his chest and rolling you both over. You yelped in surprise at the abrupt way Carrillo moved you both with such ease. It made him laugh and it made you smile.

Your legs were straddling his still clothed thighs and your hands rested on his bare chest. You could feel his heart beat rapidly underneath your sprawling palms as you pushed yourself upright. His chest rose and fell more rapidly than it had before. You could tell that he liked this, you on top of him, his head resting against your pillow that smelled like your perfume. You wonder if he wanted this from the moment he entered your apartment. You wonder if he’d fantasized about this while you were apart.

Carrillo slid his hands down your back to your hips and his grip tightened ever so slightly as you leaned forward to give him another gentle kiss. At the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin, you unconsciously rocked your hips forward. And then you felt it… Carrillo’s desire for you, rock hard and still trapped underneath the fabric of his khakis.

“Mhmmm,” he groaned.

The bonfire inside you became an inferno. You rocked your hips again. Carrillo’s groan became a growl.

“Cariño,” he said looking up at you, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them, “are you trying to tease me?”

Your eyes closed and your head fell back as you slide your hands down his chest and over his scars until they brushed the waistband of his pants.

“No. I just…” Your voice faded into silence as your fingers played with the button on his khakis.

“Are you nervous, mi vida?” Carrillo asked his own voice husky and low. You sighed before answering.

“No. I just want you so badly. I’ve wanted this for so long. I… I can’t believe you’re real. I can’t believe you came back to me.”

You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss over a scar just below his right shoulder. Your lips lingered around the mark before moving to another scar on his chest. His skin, tan and smooth, tasted salty against your lips. Carrillo closed his eyes and stayed silent, letting your lips trace over every healed wound. When you’d kissed the last scar by his waist he reached for your cheek, gently cupping your face in his hands.

“You asked me to fight and I promised you that I would cariño.” You looked up at him, your eyes wide and glossy. “You have to know by now that I would do anything for you. Anything you ask of me, I’ll give it to you.”

“Horacio.” You whispered his name with the same holy reverence he had touched you with and it made his heart skip. He wondered what he’d done to deserve something as sweet and beautiful as you.

You slide further down Carrillo’s legs and as you did your eyes immediately fell to the place where you had ground against him. A wet spot remained, darkening the light fabric. With anyone else you might have been embarrassed but with Carrillo it only made you more aroused.

You made short work of the button and zipper on his khakis before Carrillo lifted his hips and you pushed his pants and boxers off his frame. And then the world stopped. Your breath caught in your throat. Now sprung forth from his underwear, Carrillo again subverted your expectations. He was slightly bigger and so much thicker than you ever could have imagined. The tip of his cock was reddening and a single bead of pre-cum leaked down the side.

You reached out tentatively and took hold of him in your hand. As you ran your thumb over his tip you tried to imagine him inside of you. You immediately felt a thudding pulse in between your thighs.

“God, you’re so big,” you whined as you began to stroke him slowly up and down, your fingers brushing over his bulging veins. Carrillo groaned and his hips shifted forward seeking more of your touch.

“I know cariño. I know. You don’t have to- hughhhh,” Carrillo’s voice cut out as your lips wrapped around his cock and you pushed him deep into your mouth. His head fell back against your pillow as you bobbed up and down, taking him as far as you could without choking. You hummed around him, enjoying his slightly salty and musky taste.

“You look so pretty like this,” Horacio hissed, after propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch you better. And god was he ever enraptured with the view. Your lips were stretching, your cheeks hollowing, your saliva dripping everywhere… god you were making him feel so good.

You pushed your head way down to his base and Carrillo dug his hands into your hair… fuckkk maybe you were making him feel too good.

“Querida…” he said, practically begging. “Easy, mi amor. I don’t want to be done with you so soon.”

Your heart fluttered as you pulled away and looked up. He was panting, his body strung tight with tension. He reached for your hands and as you interlocked your fingers with his he pulled you back towards his lips.

There was more fire behind his kiss this time. It still wasn’t bruising when he slot his mouth over yours and chased after your tongue but it was more intense. It was more possessive. It was more demanding. And it was unquestionably more exhilarating too. Knowing you had this kind of power over the strongest man in Columbia made the inferno growing in your chest spread.

You felt like you were burning. He felt like he was burning. You didn’t know how much longer you both could tease each other like this. You were going to explode. But Carrillo must have sensed your patient was running thin because he moved quickly, rolling you over again so your back was on the mattress and he was pressed on top of you.

You smiled so big that he couldn’t help but smile back at you.

“I like when you do that,” you said, squeezing his hands that were still interlocked with yours, “I like it when you toss around me like I'm nothing.”

Carrillo's eyes turned dark. He realized maybe he didn’t need to hold himself back as much with you. Maybe you wanted things to be a bit rougher, a little bit more aggressive. He could do that. He could be that man for you. He let go of your hands.

And then Carrillo reached in between your thighs and in one quick and powerful move ripped away your underwear, pulling it off your body and tossing it to the floor. You yelped again and his smile inadvertently turned wicked. He liked coaxing these noises out of you. These little whimpers and whines… they were better than anything he had dreamt about over the past ten months.

He slid his hand down your ribs, over your stomach, and then to your thighs. But before he could sink his fingers into your wet cunt, you pulled at his wrist, yanking his hand away.

“I don’t want to wait anymore. Please…” You begged as you pushed your hips toward him, rubbing up against his hard cock.

“Mierda,” he hissed before grabbing your hands again and pinning them above your head on the mattress. Carrillo kept you there with one hand while his other hand grabbed his cock. He lined himself up with you.

“Are you sure, mi vida? Tell me you’re ready.” Carrillo asked, his voice practically a growl as he slowly stroked himself.

“I’m ready,” your voice was ragged and desperate, “I love you.”

He pushed into you and you whined again, loudly. You really hoped Steve and Javier weren’t home right now, because you knew this was just going to be just the beginning of the noises Carrillo was going to draw from you tonight. You squeezed your eyes shut and dug your fingers into his hands, searching for something to ground you to bring you back to earth. The pain and pleasure coursing through your body made your head spin. It was perfect. He was perfect.

Carrillo didn’t know if he could move. He didn’t know if he could breathe. You felt so good wrapped around him that his mind was going totally blank. For a long moment, you both froze. You stayed motionless and joined together with his throbbing cock halfway inside you.

But eventually, Carrillo moved again, finding the strength to set a steady and slow pace. It was intoxicating and you knew he felt it too. Carrillo struggled to stay silent above you. He groaned and mumbled a slew of incoherent Spanish phrases in your ear. There was something about how pretty you looked, how tight you felt, how sweet you sounded.

And with every thrust, every roll of his hips, every single growl he gave you, it pushed you closer to the edge. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach.

“Horacio I’m going to…”

“Come for me, mi amor.”

Then with a particularly vicious snap of his hips, you felt the knot uncoil as the world went white and fuzzy around you. You called his name again and again as your back arched off the mattress and he finally let go of your hands. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands found purchase on your back.

“Me estás volviendo loco,” he said as he pulled you upright.

You both were kneeling together on the mattress as he continued to thrust up into you. The new angle sent you hurtling toward another orgasm. He was deeper now, inside you completely to the hilt.

“You’re so good for me, cariño… so good,” he breathed into your ear as one of his hands slid up your back and into your hair. You rested your forehead into the crook of his neck, trying desperately to hold on. But when he spoke next, you couldn’t control yourself. His words were too sweet.

“Te amo más que a nada. Mi corazón es tuyo… tuyo.”

That was it. You let go. You dropped off of a cliff and slipped out of your body as you fell. Carrillo felt your orgasm take claim of you. The pulsing waves of your orgasm were sluggish and each undulation took its time washing over you in long drawn-out swells.

Your body went weak. Your cunt spasmed around his cock, squeezing him, pulling him further inside you. Carrillo couldn’t control himself. He groaned low and deep and with one final thrust, he joined you. The knot you had felt in your stomach had tightened around his cock and you pulled every drop of his warm cum deep inside you. With heavy limbs, you clung to one another.

Carrillo gently laid you both down on the bed. You curled into his massive frame, resting your chin on his shoulder and your leg draped over his hip. He drew small and delicate circles over the skin of your ribs and your side. You both stared into each other’s eyes as you tried to catch your breath. Carrillo smiled at you enjoying the feeling of finally having you, holding you, being with you… but eventually, his smile faded and so did yours.

“I’m sorry cariño…” he whispered breaking the tender silence. His voice was so soft that you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“What?” You whispered back in surprise at the sudden shift in his mood. “Why are you sorry?”

“I should have come back to you sooner.” He said buring his head against your neck. Your heart ached. You thread your hand into his hair before kissing the side of his face.

“Why… why didn’t you? Why didn’t you come back sooner?”

Carrillo sighed before pulling back from you to look into your eyes.

“I wanted to be as strong as I was before.” He paused. You could see from the way his jaw was clenching and unclenching that he was trying to consider his next words carefully.

“I wish I could just run away from here with you and leave this all behind but…” his voice faded into the night. His heartbeat felt uneasy in his chest.

How could he be so stupid? Now that he had you he didn’t want to leave you, but surely you would leave him. Surely you wouldn’t want to go through this hell with him again. And he shouldn't ask you to. You’d been through enough pain already. You should just leave him tonight and never look back. That would be best for you.

“You can’t,” you said dropping your hand from his hair.

“No. I can’t. I’m sorry cariño. I know you deserve more, but I can’t let him win. Someone has to stop him.”

You sat up and Carrillo’s heart stopped. Was this it? Was this the moment you told him you couldn’t watch him fight Pablo again? Was this the last happy moment he would have in this god-forsaken country? Was this the last happy moment of his life?

Fuck. He should have said this to you right away. He should have told you the moment he walked in your door that he was still going to go after Pablo despite it all. Despite the odds stacked against him. Despite the fact that he’d nearly been put in the ground twice already. Despite the fact that he loved you.

Carrillo couldn’t look at you. Tears filled his eyes. The room felt cold as silence took hold.

But then your soft hand reached out and cupped his cheek.

“I know who you are Horacio.” He met your eyes and you smiled. “I knew if you came back to me you would still be the man you always were. A fighter. A leader. A warrior…” you paused, breathing deeply.

“You’ve always been what Colombia needs Horacio. It’s always been you.”

Carrillo felt like he’d surfaced from the depths of icy cold water. Oxygen flooded back into his lungs, burning him with a bitter sting. He sat up alongside you.

“I won’t let you do this alone.” You continued, your voice as sweet as honey. “I’ll stand next to you through it all. I love you. Te amo.”

Carrillo pushed forward and kissed you again. You were the most perfect thing he’d ever known. You were his beautiful and perfect cariño. His voice waivered as he whispered against your lips.

“Te amo. I love you.”

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[popiellart]

Tell us ur DUNC thoughts pal! <3

what can I even say about DUNC other than i fucking love it!!! i've been a shameless dick rider for denis villeneuve ever since Sicario, and I went to the cinema to see DUNC and DUNC 2 which. one thing about me is i hate cinemas. i didn't even go to the cinema for scorsese or yorgo lanthimos or top gun 2 so you know it's serious

the visuals are straight up incredible, the casting is peak, the material is handled with a lot of what feels like genuine love and passion, the lady going ham on the arabic yodeling on the OST is a queen, and in general wrt dune fans watching DUNC, I imagine that's how people who like Tolkien felt when Peter Jackson's LOTR came out

i can't wait for the conflict between the matriarchal eugenicists with milking machines and the patriarchal eugenicists with breeding tanks

which is what the books are really about. oh, and i guess the galactic jihad also happens, so that's fun

[jesuiscalmedammit]

Blackmail – (10) Conditions || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]

Once you cleaned Alejandro’s wounds, you gave him some sedative in hopes he would finally get a few hours of sleep. After what he had been through he needed to rest but so far he hasn’t shown any interest in doing anything other than figuring out what his next move should be. In a way he was right, he really needed a plan because he didn’t have the luxury of being spontaneous in this situation, but he should have focused on healing first.

But before he could fall asleep, someone banged their fist against the hotel room’s door. And this sound was soon followed by a way too familiar voice saying, “Come on, open the door!”

“I’ll talk to him,” you told Alejandro as you pushed him back on the bed.

Somewhere deep down you had expected Matt to figure out you were hiding something from him. He could act like an idiot sometimes but sadly he was everything but one. You could only hope he would be understanding enough to discuss this quickly then leave. After all, they all believed he was dead, why would he insist to kill him anyway?  

You barely opened the door when he said, “He’s alive and inside, isn’t he?”

“Matt, please, don’t do this,” you told him, keeping your voice down as you stepped out to the hallway to talk to him alone. Once you closed the door, you took a look around to make sure you were alone. “Isn’t he supposed to be your friend?”

For a moment he watched you in silence then he began to laugh. “You should know it doesn’t matter. I got clear orders. And let’s not forget that he knew perfectly well what he was getting himself into by going rogue,” Matt added angrily before pointing at the door.

“But you helped the girl in the end.”

“That was different.” When you stuffed your hands in your back pockets and leaned your back against the door, making it clear you wouldn’t let him in, he let out a long sigh and gave up the fight for now. “How could he survive that shot?”

“He got lucky. Look, I don’t really care about what whoever did this fucked up, all that matters to me is that he’s alive,” you pointed out.

“Is this the doctor or the girlfriend talking?”

“What does that supposed to mean?”

Matt shook his head and held up his hands. “Nothing.” He fell silent and began pacing back and forth in front of you. Now that you took a closer look at him you realized that he was nervous. The last time you’d seen him like this was back when you were waiting in the control room to hear from Alejandro. “So was it all a lie?” he asked eventually, snapping you out of your thoughts. “The story about you planning to quit?”

“No, it was true.”

“Alright,” he began slowly once he stopped pacing and stood right in front of you. “I’ll keep this to myself so the CIA will believe he’s dead but I have a few conditions.”

Conditions. Of course. He would never do something like this out of the goodness of his heart. What were you even expecting? But that didn’t matter now. “Which are?”

After a short pause, Matt folded his arms over his chest. “You’re coming back to the team.”

“I can’t leave yet! I have to make sure the wound heals properly without infection and–”

“I mean, you’re coming back when he’s better,” he corrected himself with a roll of his eyes. “But you can’t stay with him for long, got it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Next, you can’t keep in touch with him.”

“I won’t say it will be easy, but fine. It’s probably better this way if I keep working with you anyway,” you admitted. “What else?”

Matt kept a dramatic pause while he gave you a serious look. “You do what I say, no questions asked. No defying me, no sass, no sarcasm, no more bullshit.”

“Okay. That’s it?”

“Just one more thing. Don’t even think about using drugs again. I’ll keep an eye on you because the last thing I need on my team is a fucking junkie.”

“Alright, I’ll do whatever you want if it means he can leave.”

“Good girl,” he noted with a barely visible smile. “I need to talk to him before I go.”

You nodded without hesitation. Now that you discussed his terms at least you could be sure he wouldn’t hurt him in any way. Alejandro was free to go and that was more than enough for you in this situation. “I’d rather him not talk because of the wound so he’s going to use a notepad.”

“Sure. I’ll be quick, I promise.” But before when you were just about to open the door, he said, “Y/N, wait. Did you tell him?”

“Tell him what?”

“What happened between us.”

“I did.”

“Was he mad?”

“Honestly? I have no idea,” you replied with a shrug. “He seemed like he forgave me but who knows.”

“Do you think he’ll punch me in the face?”

“I gave him some sedative not long ago because I want him to get some rest so I don’t think so.”

“Good.”

And then Matt’s questions suddenly made sense. “Are you afraid of him?”

“Well, if I found out that my friend fucked my girlfriend when she was high on cocaine I’d be pretty mad,” he explained with a dry laugh and he massaged the back of his neck.

“He’s not like you or me.” As you let out a long sigh, you reached out to put a hand on his arm. “He can keep his emotions under control.”

“Thanks, that doesn’t make me feel any better. Alright, let’s get this over with.”

The two of you entered the room but when Alejandro noticed the other man behind you, he quickly sat up in bed and gave you a questioning look. “He wants to talk to you. But it’s okay, we made a deal and he won’t tell anyone about you being alive,” you quickly explained, even flashing a supportive smile at him.

“What deal?”

Shaking your head, you picked up the notepad from the nightstand and handed it to him. “I’ll tell you everything later. I’ll leave you guys alone.”

Matt didn’t miss the look you gave him on the way out of the room. It was a clear message: you would explain the details later, right now he should say what he wanted to say as fast as he could because Alejandro needed to rest. It was understandable, especially after seeing his friend with his own eyes. A part of him was relieved, even happy to see that he had survived that shot, but another still couldn’t forget about what he did to him the day before. Hopefully it wouldn’t come up in the conversation.

Once he took a deep breath, he cleared his throat. “You look like shit,” he noted with a nervous laugh. “But I heard you’ll live.” Alejandro nodded. “The girl is safe. I put her in witness protection.”

“Thanks,” the sicario wrote on the notepad.

“The CIA believes you’re dead so you’ll have to disappear, at least for a while.”

“I know. What will happen to Y/N?”

“Nothing,” Matt replied with a shrug. “She’s coming back to the team. But you can’t keep in touch with her.”

“Just keep her safe for me.”

Matt couldn’t help but smile at this. “I will. I promise. But I’d better leave now and let you get some rest or else Y/N will kill me. Good luck.”

This was for the best. Alejandro was alive and the CIA wasn’t looking for him so he could start a new life somewhere far from this place. And you would be safe too as a member of his team. Although he had a feeling when Alejandro asked him to keep you safe for him, this wasn’t exactly what he meant. Because now whenever he looked at you, all he could think about was the time you spent together and how he wished it would happen again.  

note: expect a time jump and reader x matt stuff in the next chapter! (alejandro was supposed to return in chapter 12 but idk maybe i’ll write an extra matt x reader chapter before that...)

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[iamcalmdammit]

Public service announcement! (No, I'm not dead, don't worry.)

Updates will be slow in the next... well, probably in the next two weeks. We have a huge project at work and we've been preparing for the worst case scenario in the past week or so (that says a lot, doesn't it?), and I also have several other smaller projects beside this big one, so this is why I (kinda) disappeared recently.

Anyway, I have the dialogues of the upcoming part of the Sicario imagine written, all I have to do is finishing it. I began to work on the Carlton Drake imagine as well. And I'm already thinking about what the next part of the Eddie Brock imagine should be about exactly.

So I'm working on them, but I can't make any promises regarding when I'll post them.

Until then here's a little sneak peek into what me and my co-workers will look like once December arrives and we can catch our breath:

[writtenimagines]

*gif belongs to WrittenImagines

Imagine being one of Matt’s favorites.

You were one of his few favorites he kept on rotation.

Forsing, Gillick, and a few Marshalls from Texas were also on that list but you were an exception.

You weren’t military, police, or federal. In fact, it was the NSA who found you. Apparently hacking into satellites to see live video of Earth from the International Space Station was frowned upon. So in order to not go to prison, they offered you a job.

Which was how Cynthia Foards found you and put you on Matt’s radar.

As much as he didn’t like higher ups picking his own team, you quickly let him know that you weren’t there by choice.

“Just tell me what you want me to do so we can all go home quicker. I want to be here as much as you want me here.”

He was sold from that moment.

Since then he has negotiated, several times, to get you to work for the CIA as you were much more valuable to him that spying on people’s laptops half a world away. Granted you were still forced to fly back to NSA headquarters for a few weeks at a time but Matt was a persuasive and patient man.

Eventually the National Security Agency couldn’t keep you as you finished your prison sentence of job there. Matt quickly scooped you up and convinced you to work with the CIA. Him of course getting first access to you if he had an especially special task.

“Matt, they’re heading east. Three armed vehicles and an SUV in the middle.”

Matt broke away from his past thoughts to see you typing away on your laptop, black screens on the wall ahead of you both coming to life with maps, weather forecasts, and other variable pieces of information you thought Matt may need.

“Beautiful,” Matt murmured. “What else can you tell me, baby girl?”

“Besides the fact that it’s really cliché to have a bad guy riding in the back of a black Cadillac?” You replied smoothly, still focused on your screens.

“Yes, please.”

That made you turn around in your chair with a deadpanned expression. “The jefe likes to wear Brioni suits.”

Matt crossed his arms and gave you a questioning look. “And how do you know that?”

“I read the files when no one’s looking.”

Matt laughed. “That’s my girl.”

[konga999]

Imagine this... in doorway... to your bedroom 🤤 https://pin.it/mnnijy7cpkma6z

[terrorsbeauty]

i’ve just watched Sicario: Day of the Soldado and i’m ( obviously ) in love with it, so if you want to, you can send requests for Sicario!

[weak-hero]

First look at Benicio del Toro as Alejandro Gillick in Sicario 2: Soldado.

[the-hinky-panda]

Hello! Your writing is the most amazing art I have seen in my entire life ❤️👏

I just want from you to tell me about several Narcos characters that you hate the most and why (what they have done etc)...

First of all, thank you so much for your sweet, kind words! I am not worthy of such beautiful praise!

And as for characters that I hate...hm. I guess I have to create two lists: characters I hate but love to write because they're so despicable it makes them fun and characters that just make my skin crawl because they just hit me wrong on a gut level. And this is going to get long so I'm putting it under the cut.

So some characters that I love to write but realize they're just horrible, terrible people: ladies and gents, may I present this asshole:

CIA Station Chief Bill Stechner. If you've read Mariposa or Pura Vida, you know how I feel about him. He's complex, high intelligent, but self-centered and will sacrifice everyone around him to protect himself. He puts Javier through hell in Season 3 but he's also being brutally honest. He tells Javier about the crookedness of politics but he's talking about it from experience. "I'm know how to play the game because I'm currently playing the game and winning" kind of mindset. He's a grade A asshole but when a writer needs a character to drop a truth bomb and not care about the damage, Bill Stechner is your asshole.

Another character that I hate but am looking forward to write (I have an outline for a story with him) is Asshole #2: Captain Gustavo Calderon. Crooked cop, paper king of Cali. He was a great antagonist for our heroes during the take down of the Rodriguez brothers. But for all his bluster and undermining...he's scared. Terrified. And because his a weak man, he caves to the pressure of the Rodriguez brothers. I hate him for his weakness but it does make for a fun character to write!

And here's a bonus character that I have not written yet but would love to (and have a very rough ficlet idea for them):

Gilberto Rodriguez. I love to hate this man. Married to three women at the same time...and made them get along with each other. Ran his business on the majority of charisma and charm. I would love to write a scene between him and Mariposa. I like to think that Mariposa holds just as much charm and charisma as Gilberto which is why people trust and talk openly around her. I can only imagine what the conversation would be between two extremely likable, charming people who happen to be on opposite sides of the war.

Now, characters that I just hate because they hit me the wrong way:

Escobar's sicarios. I hated them. The useless and senseless violence that they unleashed was just awful. When Escobar gives the order for them to start killing cops in Medellin, it just made me sick to my stomach. I also hated Gacha. I hated how he treated Helena, how he turned her over to those monsters, how he was raising his son to be like him. I was very happy to see him get, what I thought, he deserved. Colonel Pinzon rounds out my hate list. There were a lot of characters who were wary of the Americans that were there to help aid in Escobar's capture but many of them stayed pretty respectful. But Pinzon was just outright petty and difficult and I really don't like people like that.

So wonderful anon...I'm pretty sure you didn't intend for me to write so much about this question so I apologize for that! But here you go, Hinky's Narco Hate List. :-)

[misscampacyn]

Masterlist

The Witcher:

Imagine you and Geralt go on a hunt and Jaskier panics and you two have a talk

Imagine you and Geralt get in an argument before bed

Imagine hiding in a protected closet to prevent being killed but Jaskier making it harder than it should be.

Imagine being Geralt’s twin sister (also a witcher) and getting mad at your brother for yelling at Jaskier. Part 2

Imagine Geralt is worried after you get knocked out by a creature.

Imagine Geralt meets (you) Jaskier’s sister for the first time.

Imagine Geralt scares off lords that want to court you.

Imagine Geralt having feelings for (you) Jaskier’s pregnant sister. Part 2

Marvel:

Imagine you are drunk, and Steve is there to suffer your antics.

Imagine getting annoyed with Cable because he took your kill and telling your brother Wade that you and Cable have sex.

Imagine your on a run with Steve and Sam and you break your ankle. Bucky isn’t very happy with Steve.

Imagine you give Tony the silent treatment after he makes fun of Steve.

Imagine you get in angry with Steve about the way he talks to your brother ( Tony).

Imagine Stephen meets Tony’s sister.

Imagine Tony finds out he has a daughter.

Imagine Stephen Strange being angry that you and Tony keep calling him a wizard.

Imagine you are Steve’s best friend and when Bucky returns you give them space so that Bucky can get back on his feet, but this causes Steve to ask you why.

Imagine you and Stephen meet  in Kamar- Taj.

Imagine being Steve’s modern day daughter, but being closer to Tony.

Imagine Telling Tony that your parents think you are dating.

Imagine cuddling up to Stephen.

Imagine Steve and Tony’s daughter (you) fall asleep on the couch.

Imagine after an argument with Steve you leave to a bar and get drunk, he finds you and takes you home.

The Mandalorian:

Imagine the first time you meet the child after the Mandalorian clans arrange you and Din to get married.

Imagine Omera doesn’t know that you are engaged with Din.

Imagine you and Din take off your gloves for the child.

Imagine Din wanting you to talk to him.

Warrior

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Game of Thrones:

Imagine Oberyn discovers you are his niece that he thought was killed by the mountain.

Imagine Oberyn discovers you are his niece he believed was killed by the mountain. PT 2

Narcos:

Imagine you are a new DEA agent working with Javier Peña and Steve Murphy.

Movies: 

Sand Castle (Netflix)-

Imagine Syverson and you get drunk and you tell him you want a baby.

Sicario:

What Needs to be Done-

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 Playlist

[rexsjaigeyes]

Pushing Your Luck - Pt 1

Javier Peña x gender neutral reader | NSFW, 18+

[Part 2]

Words: 2,330

Warnings: a semi-public blowjob and cum eating

A/N: Just bear with me and imagine that Javi has a more private office to himself in The Embassy in Bogotá lmao

It was hard enough for Javi to sneak you into his office at The Embassy, but now you were crammed under his desk, hoping you wouldn’t get caught by whoever had just walked in. A slow day at the DEA like this was rare, so Javi took a risk and invited you into The Embassy after taking you out for lunch. You knew he had plans to fuck you in his office or maybe one of the restrooms, but before things could get heated, he was ushering you under his desk to hide.

From what you could hear, it wasn’t a very important conversation that Javier was having with the guy who walked in. He had handed Javier a file but stayed to talk about some personal matters. You smiled to yourself, recognizing the bored tone in Javi’s voice as he responded to the man. He was probably trying to get him to leave quickly so that he could go back to fooling around with you while he still had the time.

Getting comfortable between his legs, you decided you might as well make use of your time stuck under your lover’s desk. A lazy smile grew on your face as you thought about the risky idea that entered your head. Flattening your palms on his thighs, you pushed his legs apart further so that you had more room for what you had planned. Javier tensed as the warmth of your hands radiated through his tight jeans, and his voice sounded strained as he responded to something the man had said. You had him just where you wanted; he couldn’t move away without drawing too much suspicion to himself or exposing you beneath the desk.

You ran your hands up and down his thighs before making a path to the bulge in his pants. Gently, you palmed him through his jeans, reveling in how he jolted slightly before apologizing to the man he was talking to. You tried not to snicker too loudly, enjoying the way Javier was helpless to your touch. Making another pass over his crotch, you pressed the heel of your hand against him a bit harder.

Before you could repeat the motion, one of his hands slid under the desk and grabbed your wrist, holding you still while he asked the man to leave. He used some excuse about needing to finish paperwork– something you knew was a lie. The door clicked closed once the man was gone and you let out a breathless laugh.

Javi let go of your wrist and looked down at you with a raised brow. “Having fun down there?” He asked as he smirked at you.

“Yes I am,” you responded and pulled on his legs to bring him closer to you under the desk. You played with his belt loops as you said, “I know you brought me here for a quickie, and I’m starting to think this is the best place to do that.” Slowly, you worked on unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down as you spoke. “You can make it look like you’re doing work at your desk while I… have some fun without anyone seeing me.”

You could hear Javier’s breath hitch as you pulled his hardening cock out of his pants. You let go of him to lick your palm before returning to stroke his length languidly. He sighed when your thumb brushed against the tip, smearing his arousal around before sliding down the underside of his cock.

You loved the sounds Javi made for you, even if they were stifled so that no one would hear what was happening in his office. He was always so vocal when fucking you, but whenever you were on your knees in front of him, his sounds were less primal and more desperate. His needy whimpers and groans put you in more of a teasing mood, and you grinned as you had a naughty thought.

“Maybe if Carrillo walks in next, we could ask him to join us,” you joked, pumping him at a steadier pace. You knew that Javier despised the way you mentioned how attractive Carrillo was the one time that you had met him. Your words caused the desired effect as Javi bucked his hips harsher into the palm of your hand.

He grunted in response and grabbed the back of your head to pull you closer to his cock. “Why don’t you put that smart mouth of yours to better use instead, hm?”

You chuckled and stopped your hand at the base of his cock. Looking up at him for a second, you pulled him a bit closer and tried to ignore the awkward angle the desk put you in. You parted your lips and licked a stripe up his length, careful not to bump your head against the desk. You wanted to take your time teasing him with light licks, but you knew you only had a limited amount of time in his office before someone would come looking for him. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked on the head and moaned as he shuddered from your touch.

Javier chuckled before shushing you softly. “Babe, not too loud–”

He choked on his words, letting out a groan of pleasure as you started bobbing slightly. You were only able to take a few inches due to the uncomfortable position you were in, so you wrapped your hands around the base to cover whatever your mouth couldn’t reach. You couldn’t see his face from below the desk, but you just knew that he had his eyes screwed shut as you sucked his cock.

You pulled off him for a moment to remind him, “Don’t forget to watch for anyone coming…”

Javier shoved his hand under the desk to pull your mouth back to his cock, grunting, “I know, I know.” He stroked your hair as you continued sucking him off. “I’m the only one who’s gonna be coming soon if you fucking keep that up,” he grunted as he bucked his hips towards you.

You could tell that he was carefully watching the door to his office now because of the way he was tensing up every time someone walked by. At first, you thought he was uncomfortable, and you were about to pull off, but then his grip on your hair tightened. From the way he was guiding your head and groaning with each pass, you realized he was getting more turned on from the thought of fucking your mouth in such a public place.

He muttered your name softly, and you knew he was about to tell you how close he was, but then he quickly shut up and gently tugged on your hair. You heard the sound of someone entering the room, so you released his cock from your mouth to hide your head further under the desk. He pushed his chair so far into the desk that you were starting to feel claustrophobic, but you knew it was the only way he could properly hide his exposed cock in such a short time. Your heart was pounding, and you could only imagine how flustered Javier looked as he tried to compose himself. Holding your breath, you prayed that whoever just walked in didn’t notice that something was off.

From beneath the desk, you heard an unfamiliar voice say, “Peña, we’ve got a problem.”

For a second, you thought the two of you were caught in the act, but you exhaled in relief as soon as the other man started talking about some sicario they were tracking. You felt Javier relax slightly, and you rubbed his legs reassuringly as he talked with the man. A part of you felt bad for Javi as you heard how wrecked his voice sounded when he spoke before clearing his throat. You looked up at his lap and licked your lips at the sight of his cock swollen and leaking precum from the tip. He was practically throbbing and you yearned to taste him again.

With the way Javi had pushed his seat in, there was no way for you to wrap your mouth around his length again, so you settled for gingerly swiping your thumb across the head, trying not to scare Javi with the sudden touch. He twitched slightly from your touch, but the man must not have noticed because he didn’t say anything.

Their conversation continued as you played with Javi, your hand speeding up and gaining a rhythm. You knew you were courting disaster with someone else in the room now, but that’s what was turning you on, and you had no shame. Javier let out a strange sound that he covered with a fake cough, and it took every ounce of your strength not to laugh out loud at the sound. You could tell he was close again, his cock probably aching from how you inadvertently denied his release moments ago.

“Uh, you know, I’m actually not feeling too well,” Javi explained to his coworker. It sounded like he was gritting his teeth, and you watched his nails dig into his jeans on each thigh. Taking pity on him, you slowed down a little bit, not wanting him to cum just yet. His hands relaxed and you swore you heard him sigh softly in relief. “I think I’m gonna head home for a quick nap and I’ll meet you guys here tonight before the raid,” Javier said in a tone that left no room for the man to argue.

The man left, albeit sounding a little confused, but you could almost imagine the convincing smile that Javi must have given him as he exited the room. As soon as the door shut behind him, Javi pushed his chair out to give you enough room and looked down at you with a murderous glare.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” You recognized the dark look in his eyes, and you knew you were gonna pay for your actions once you got home. Not wasting anymore time, you wrapped your hand around his cock, desperate to work him towards his orgasm again. “No, don't just use your hand,” he said in a tone that made you shiver. “You’re gonna use your mouth to make me cum,” he stated in a low whisper, “and you’re going to swallow it all for me.”

You moaned before moving forward to take him into your mouth, his demanding words causing your stomach to flutter. He muttered praises as you sucked his cock. You took inch by inch until the tip hit the back of your throat, tears pricking your eyes as you struggled not to gag. Your name fell from his lips in a low moan, a sign that he was seconds away from coming undone. Pulling off of him, you kept your mouth open in front of his cock as you pumped him faster.

“Please cum for me, Javi,” you begged, “I wanna taste you…” You knew he loved hearing you beg for his cum, and within seconds he was cursing and spilling his load on your tongue.

You took every last drop, taking pride in how he chanted your name softly as he came down from his high. Swallowing the bitter liquid, you panted and tapped on Javi’s knee so that he could let you leave the cramped space.

“Fuck, baby come here,” he murmured, moving his chair back before pulling you out from under his desk. He peppered kisses on your face and brushed your hair away lovingly. He whispered sweet praises against your skin, making sure your body didn’t ache from being cramped under the desk. Brushing his lips against yours, he muttered, “I’m pretty sure I would have killed the next person to walk in here.”

You kissed him with a small smile, moaning when he gave your ass a light squeeze before dragging his mouth away from yours. “Come on,” he chuckled, “let’s get out of here before someone sees us.”

Javier pulled his pants up properly and turned to grab his coat from the back of his chair. With your back already turned to the door, neither of you noticed it opening as someone else entered the room.

“Shit, are they allowing us to bring in visitors now?” You jumped at the sound of a familiar Southern drawl and turned to meet Steve’s smirking face.

Your cheeks turned hot as Steve winked at you in greeting. Suddenly you felt hyper-aware of how suspicious the situation looked with your swollen lips and messy hair. Javier didn’t look embarrassed at all; instead, he just gave Steve a very pissed off look and grabbed your hand to lead you out of the room.

As he pulled you towards the door, Javi groaned at the amused look on Steve’s face. “Don’t say a word about this to anyone, Murphy,” he threatened.

“Sure thing,” Steve said with a grin. “Oh and Javi,” he called out, causing Javier to pause angrily in the doorway. Steve cracked a smile before stating, “Your fly’s undone.”

Javi tensed, and you desperately tried not to laugh as he looked down before zipping his pants up with a heavy sigh. He hastily pulled you out the door and down the hallway, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

“You know,” you said in a playful tone, “I forgot how attractive Steve was too…”

“Unless you want me to go back to my office and fuck you on that desk in front of Steve, I suggest you stop right there,” Javi said with a deadpan expression.

You raised your hands in surrender and continued following him out of the building. You knew you would pay for those comments about Carrillo and Steve once you got home, but that’s exactly why you said them in the first place. Javi knew you always liked pushing your luck with him, and it was no secret that he enjoyed punishing you for it.

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A Need So Great-Chapter 4

Summary: Eva Moore is assigned to work the last year of her contract with the DEA in Colombia. She just wants to get to the end of her tenure, but she keeps getting drawn further into a string of murders in the city. It isn’t long before she’s forced to face the ghosts of her past.

Word Count: ~3,700

Warnings: Canon typical Violence

A/N: For the purposes of this story, Carrillo isn’t married--or, if you like, divorced. A/B/O dynamics are prevalent, and they come with their own warning. The overall rating for this story is Explicit, although not every chapter will contain adult themes.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8.5, 9, 10, 10.5, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

They’re sitting at the bar again. Rather, they are sitting at a table at the bar again.  It had been a hard day for almost everyone sitting there.  Javier, Steve, and Carrillo had managed to thwart a production route at the cost of three men. Connie had watched a young mother die in childbirth, the baby barely alive.  Eva had watched from the sidelines, feeling guilty that there wasn’t anything that she could do. So, she’d suggested a drink.  One drink had turned into two, then three.

At present, Connie was standing at the juke box, looking for a selection. Eva was watching her look through the offerings, wondering if she should switch to water so that she could drive home.

“I’m telling you,” Steve said, banging his hand on the table, a wide smile on his face, “He literally pissed himself when we busted in.  Tell him, Javi.”

Javier held up his hands, “I’m not in this argument, man.”

Rolling her eyes, Eva pointed a finger at Steve, “You’re telling me that some big bad--,” she looked at Carrillo, “What did he call them?”

“Sicario,” he prompted, bringing his glass to his mouth to hide the smirk.

“Thank you,” Eva said, waving her hand a little, “Peed himself because you put a gun on him.”

Steve leaned forward, “Yes, that is exactly what happened.”

“Bullshit!”

“I’m—hey, Connie, can you get us another round—I’m not lying!”

Eva shook her head, “No, nope. Didn’t happen like that. You got no witnesses to prove it.”

“Just because I don’t have a witness doesn’t mean it didn���t happen.”

“You made the assertion, Murphy, you’ve got the burden of proof.”

“Fuck off.”

“You fuck off,” Eva shot back, “All you agents walk around like you’re hot fucking stuff because you got a badge and a gun and the support of the US government, tellin’ tall tales to make yourselves look like John Wayne. I swear to God, if I have to hear one more dick measuring contest on the break room I will literally puke.”

Connie came back to the table, a tray full of...not beer.  She set it down and Eva counted enough shots for each of them, a couple salt shakers, and some cut limes. Oh, shit.  

“We have to go to work tomorrow, Connie,” Eva censured gently, despite taking the glass from Connie’s outstretched hand.

Connie scoffed, “Like you’ve never had a hangover before.”

Eva noticed Carrillo hadn’t taken one of the glasses.  She leaned over, nudging him, “C’mon, you gotta do this, too.”  When he balked, she picked up one of the glasses and held it in front of him, “We’re all in this shit together, Horacio.”

He stared at her for a moment before pulling his lips between his teeth, a reflexive movement he sometimes did when he was thinking. She wiggled the glass, smiling when he relented. The salt shakers went around to everyone and Eva licked the back of her hand between her thumb and forefinger, tapping a bit out.

“What should we toast to?” Connie asked.

“We’re toasting?” Eva asked with a laugh, “I didn’t know you could toast over tequila shots.”

Connie leveled a baleful glare at her and Eva rolled her eyes, holding the glass towards the center of the table, “Its your toast, man.”

“To catching one of the bad guys,” Javier announced.

That was good enough for the group.  The glasses made a dull sound as they clinked them together. Eva licked the salt from her hand, threw back the shot, and stuck the lime in her mouth.  She hadn’t had tequila in a long while, but the movements were still buried in her muscle memory.  Salt, shot, lime. Glancing over, she caught Carrillo pulling the lime from his mouth, tongue catching juice that remained on his lips.  She dropped her gaze, feeling her neck heat an a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep her eyes off him, let alone her hands.

To keep said hands busy, she threw the rind onto the tray with the empty glasses just as Connie shot up, both hands in the air.

“Another!”

Eva could feel her brows hit her hairline, “Steve, is she like this every time she drinks tequila?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” He lit a cigarette, a smirk appearing beneath his mustache.

She watched Connie head for the bar, “Is she gonna be okay?”

“Until she wakes up tomorrow,” he laughed.

“Cool, cool.”

The song on the juke box ended and ‘Careless Whisper’ queued up, the saxophone out of place and yet Eva couldn’t imagine that Connie would choose a different tune. She turned from the bar with a wide smile, shots completely forgotten.

“I love this song.  Stevie, come dance with me.”

And there they went, Connie dragging Steve to the dance floor which, surprisingly, had quite a few people on it.  Eva watched them go, laughing.  

“I can’t wait to tell her all about this later,” she said.

Javier snorted with contained laughter, “I should have brought a camera.  I’m getting another drink, you want anything.”

Eva and Carrillo both waved him off and he headed for the bar.  

“He’s right, we should have brought a camera,” Eva said as she gestured towards where Connie was spinning Steve, pulling him in for a dramatic dip.

“We can always get the security footage from the owner,” Carrillo suggested with half a smile.

She looked at him, not quite believing, “You think he’d give it to us?”

One of his brows lifted, “We’d have to pay him.”

“We could do that.” She thought about it for a minute, “Man, that would be comedy gold at the office Christmas party.”

Connie gave a little shimmy, hands on Steve’s shoulders as they swayed back and forth.  He was acting like he was annoyed by it, but Eva had been around him long enough to know that he was secretly enjoying every second of his wife happily dancing after a hard day’s work.

Leaning forward, Eva took up her discarded beer, eyes catching on the bar.  She leaned a little towards Horacio, gesturing with the bottle.

“Looks like Javier’s trying to close a deal.”

He was talking with a pretty girl with long, curly hair.  They were both smiling, she was touching his arm. Eva had heard some of his pick up lines, she wondered if he was actually using any of them. If so, he was sleeping alone tonight.

“He’s probably negotiating price.” When Eva looked to him in question, he shrugged, “She’s a sex worker.”

“No,” Eva gasped, looking the woman over to see how he could possibly know. “How can you tell?”

Horacio shrugged, “I see a lot of them in my line of work.”

“Oh?” Eva said with both brows raised.

He shot her a sarcastic look, “We arrest them from time to time.  Most of them are informants.”

“To you?”

He nodded.

“And you pay them?”

He made a noncommittal sound, but the little roll of his neck gave her all the confirmation she needed. She opened her mouth to say something and thought better of it, shutting her jaw with a click.

His eyes narrowed, “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Eva responded quickly, sipping to distract herself.

“No,” he held up a finger, moving into her space a bit, “You were going to say something and you stopped.  Why?”

She blinked, “It was an inside thought.”

His brows drew together in confusion. She felt her cheeks heat, embarrassed that she’d actually said ‘inside thought’ for the first time since she was a kid—a concept that her parents had taught her before she’d learned to filter out the sentences that should not be uttered.

“Ah,” she stalled a little bit, not quite believing that she was going to say this out loud, “An inside thought is when you think a thought that should absolutely not be said on the outside.  Like, ever.”

His head tilted to the side, “Tell me.”

“Oh, no,” she shook her head, “Absolutely not.  Were you listening? Its an inside thought, its supposed to stay inside.”

“How do you know its an inside thought?”

Eva hesitated, considering. She watched him figure out that he had an opening, his expression opening up just a little bit.

“Because people are usually insulted by inside thoughts,” she offered lamely.

“And you think I’ll be insulted by it? Or, Javi?”

She held her silence, pressing her lips together to keep from answering. He was a lot closer than was strictly necessary. Although the music was playing loudly, Eva felt herself zero in on him, focused on his every word and the shape of his mouth as he talked.

“So,” he continued, “We’ve established that you’ve had a thought that you don’t think is appropriate and you feel I would be insulted by it.”

Eva wondered if this was how people felt when he was interrogating them, somewhere between helplessly drawn in and desperate to change the subject.

She cocked her head to the side, “We’ve established nothing other than I had an inside thought and voice that they are typically insulting.”

“That’s a fine distinction,” he conceded turning a little in his chair to face her a bit more fully, “But, there’s only one way to really settle this. You have to tell me.”

Eva ran her thumb over her brow, dropping her eyes to the side and breathing deep, “I was going to say … that I was surprised you had to pay them.”

He paused, then, “Why is that?”

She was having a hard time breathing, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Because, if it were me, I’d probably just tell you.”

Whatever he might have said after that was cut off by Connie sliding into her chair with a high pitched giggle. She was sweating a little, leaning hard into her husband with a wide smile. She looked happy.  Eva smiled at her, saluting with her beer.

“Nice moves, sweetie.”

“Ah, thank you! I bought, like, ten songs, so we’ll be getting back to it soon.”

As if on cue, the song changed and “We Built this City” started up. Eva shook her head, her attention snagging on Javier at the bar.  Another man had walked up and he was arguing with him, tongue rolling across the front of his teeth.  He looked pissed.

Carrillo noticed her attention straying and she felt him tense a little next to her. A few more guys had walked up.

“Aw, shit,” she said, already moving to stand as the fight broke out.

Glass shattered, and Eva circled around Carrillo to where Connie was sitting, pulling the woman with her over and down towards the bar.  She could hear voices screaming and the sound to flesh hitting flesh.  Without much care, she shoved Connie into the space between the bar and the wall, holding up a finger and leveling a determined look at her.

“You don’t move,” she said. “Not an inch.”

You say you don’t know me, or recognize my face.

A hand grabbed Eva’s ankle and she yelped as she was dragged out into the fray.  The man was average size and weight, but he had the jump on her.  He climbed over her body and had his hands around her throat before she could get her bearings.  Eva threw both hands out and into his shoulders, balancing his weight while she tucked her knees into her chest. Her hips shimmied and she was able to get her heels up. She kicked. Hard.

As hard and as fast as she could, Eva kicked him in the face until he let go of her neck.  And then, she grabbed his wrists to keep him there and kept kicking until there was so much blood that it looked like a mask of red had settled over him.  With a grunt, she shoved him to the side, wheezing and touching her neck gingerly.

Too many runaways eating up the night

Across the room, Javier was holding a guy down while Steve gave him a vicious kick.  Not far away Carrillo was dodging a punch, throwing a hard uppercut and catching the guy beneath the chin. His opponent’s head flew back with such force that Eva was kind of surprised that it was still connected.  He fell to the floor, unconscious.

Eva caught his eye and she gave a little wave, seeing his eyes flick to her right a little too late. A man wrapped both arms around her chest, caging her arms in.  Carrillo’s eyes narrowed and he was moving towards her. Eva yelled and swung both legs out in front of her to mid air.  The man struggled under the sudden weight of her body. Bend, snap, roll the shoulder. He fell over her arm to the floor, winded. She used the palm of her hand to hit at his exposed throat, satisfied when he choked.

And then he was right there with her, his scent sharp with the exertion, his hands carefully running over her arms to check for injury. Eva couldn’t help but to smile, a little dazed.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, pushing the hair from her face. “Oh, fuck!”

One of the idiots had pulled a gun.  And, while she knew he was armed, Eva couldn’t stop the automatic response that kicked in.  She shoved Carrillo down behind an up ended table as the shots rang out. Curling over him, Eva covered her head, eyes squeezed shut.

We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll.

A few more shots and he was rolling her into the wood of the table, rising up on a knee and pulling his pistol. Eva plugged her fingers into her ears, feeling his body sway a bit with the recoil.

We just want to dance here. Someone stole the stage.

His hands slammed down on the floor as he ducked down. The table behind her scooted forward as a shot ricocheted into the far end, exposing him.

“Horacio,” she yelled, grabbing his polo shirt and pulling him back and into her chest.

The movement set him off balance and his full weight collapsed on her, pushing all the air out of her lungs. Another shot, another screech as the table moved.  Horacio pushed to his knees again, firing off another shot.  Eva looked around for something they could use that would be better cover. There was literally nothing.

Marconi played the mambo, listen to the radio.

And then she saw it, an unbroken bottle had rolled from somewhere in the bar, right next to a discarded bar towel.  Perfect.

“Cover me,” she yelled upwards, already crawling the few feet out to it.

Horacio cursed a blue streak, firing off a few rounds as she shuffled back to him, “The fuck are you doing?”

“Give me your lighter,” she demanded, opening the bottle and shoving the towel inside with two fingers.

To his credit, he hesitated only a fraction of a second before he was digging into the pocket of his khakis and handing her a silver Zippo.

“Thank you,” Eva said primly as she tipped the bottle over a bit to soak the towel.

We built this city. We built this city on rock and roll.

Getting to her knees, Eva looked at Horacio, who was eyeing both her and the bottle with a look a clear and unadulterated delight. She really, really liked when he smiled.

“Bottom’s up!”

And then she tossed it in the direction of the people shooting at them, smiling wide when it hit the mark. Fire burst forth, giving Javier and Steve enough of a distraction that they could get a clear shot.

Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars?

Eva knelt on the floor, watching over the rim of the table as they went person by person, disarming the ones that were still alive. Eventually, Horacio stood up and she followed suit, moving to check on Connie.

She looked pissed, “I was having a good fucking time and these assholes…” She sighed deeply.

“I know,” Eva agreed, “Next time we do this at your place.  Less chance of gunfire there.”

“Tell me about it.”

We built this city.

It took an hour or two for the boys to clean up the mess, cuff a few people, and clear the scene. Eva sat with Connie at the bar, drinking coffee and watching them work.

“I saw what you did there with that guy,” Connie commented, leaning one elbow on the bar, “How did you learn all that...self defense stuff.”

Eva shrugged, “After my marriage ended I thought it would be good to learn a few things, just in case.”

Connie didn’t need to know that she’d learned it in case one of her husband’s family members decided to get vengeance.  

“Divorce?”

“Death,” Eva clarified.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was the best thing for everyone involved.”

Connie laughed a little, “Even your husband?”

“Especially my husband,” Eva confirmed with a smile. “Real asshole, let me tell you.”

Eyes following her husband across the room, Connie asked, “He cheat on you.”

“Worse,” Eva answered, her good mood evaporating.  

She closed her eyes and ran a hand over her face, working to right herself. She was saved by Javier approaching, a little saunter in his walk.

“The owner has agreed not to press charges for the fire setting.”

Scoffing, Eva snipped, “What’s a little fire to bullet holes?”

There were several lining the walls.  Almost every piece of furniture not nailed down to the floor was either overturned or broken entirely.  The table she’d been hiding behind with Horacio had splinters up and down it.  If she hadn’t thrown the bottle, the next round of bullets might have gotten through the wood to the other side.

“If anything, this’ll make this place more popular,” he said, tapping out a cigarette and lighting it.

Eva sighed, “Did you have to start the fight?”

He looked at her, “I didn’t start it.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’ve known you for like three months.  You started it.  I don’t know why, but you started it.”

Connie had the good grace to lift her brows and spin a little on her bar stool, sipping her coffee. Javier took a drag and shrugged.

“Right,” Eva said, hopping down. She waved to Connie, “See you at next week’s class.”

She grabbed her purse and headed for the exit, more tired than she cared to admit.  So tired, in fact, she didn’t notice that Carrillo had followed her out.

“Do you ever park closer to where you’re going?”

Eva jumped, hands coming up in front of her.  When she recognized him, she laughed a little, “Sorry, wasn’t paying attention. And, to answer your question: I like the longer walk.  Gives me time to, I don’t know, settle myself.”

He nodded, “Maybe consider parking a little closer when you know you’ll be staying after sundown. Might be safer.”

At this Eva shot him a bemused look, “I think you either shit canned or shot anyone who’d give me trouble.”

He put his hands in his pockets as he walked with her, “You’re the one who set them on fire.”

She gave him a deferential nod, rolling one shoulder, “You may have a point. But, I’d argue that my actions were justified, given that they were shooting at us. I mean, I haven’t been here long, but I’m pretty sure the cultural differences aren’t so dissimilar that—were I to be fired upon, I could be forgiven for returning fire.”

They’d reached her car, and she opened the driver’s door, throwing her purse in the passenger’s seat before turning to look at him. He was just… staring at her, hands in his pockets, looking mystified.

“What?”

He took a breath, “You took one look at that gun and threw me down to cover me.”

Eva paused, going over the memory a bit and agreeing with him, “Yeah, I did.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t save your life?”

He stepped into her space, “You save yourself. Let me take care of me.”

“I make absolutely no promises, Carrillo.”

Slowly, to give her time to know what he was doing, he curled a finger beneath her chin, “You do that when you’re trying to deflect, use my last name.”

In the moment, she hated him a little.  It had taken years to develop her defense mechanisms so that she could function normally with people.  A joke here, a little sarcasm there. Just enough to keep them at a distance.  And, here he was, seeing through her bullshit.

“You are frustrating,” Eva said without any bite.

He smiled, “I’ve been told that.”

“Did they also tell you that you have the cutest little dimples when you smile?”

The laugh that followed was surprised and Eva was gratified to see that he was blushing. She curled a hand over the arm still holding onto her, fingers curling over his bicep.

“No, no one has told me that,” he said after he’d gathered himself.

She considered it, “That’s a shame.”

“Is it?”

They’d moved closer together. Eva could feel the heat from his body, the smell of him that she liked so much tinged with sweat and smoke.

She settled against the side of the car, “Damn shame.”

He ran the back of his fingers over her cheek, considering, “I’ll take your word for it.”

“See that you do.”

Horacio made a soft sound of assent, leaning down to press a soft, tentative kiss to her mouth. He pulled back, but not far, dipping down again for another soft kiss that was entirely too short. Eva’s every breath was filled with him, her skin alight. She leaned up, taking the kiss she wanted. Deeper, harder.

Hands gripping both her hips, he pushed her into the car, his weight preventing escape—not that she particularly wanted to move.  The feeling of being held almost immobile and kissed senseless was delicious in a way that made her toes curl.  She clung to him, inviting more kisses, more touches—just more.

He was the first to break away, breathing hard, “Get in the car.”

“What?”

He shook his head as if to clear it, “Get in the car before I drag you to my truck and take you home with me.”

She smirked, “You probably wouldn’t have to drag me.”

He leveled a serious look at her, “Car. In.”

“Sure thing, Big Guy,” she said, sliding into the seat. “See you at the office.”

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Blackmail – (8) Mistakes || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]

After the team returned, Cynthia told Matt that you had left but she had absolutely no idea where you went and she didn’t even care. He wasn’t surprised to hear this so he decided to go back to the motel to quickly check if you were there or not. He owed this much to Alejandro and something told him he would probably want him to look after you now that he was gone. He also felt guilty for letting him go after the girl after all if he had stayed with the team he would still be around.

In the end, he found you in the motel although he was everything but happy to see you being high as fuck on your own. The two of you got into a fight, one thing followed another, and somehow you ended up in bed together.

“I’m an asshole,” Matt noted with a tired grunt as he sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his palm a few hours later.

With your head still buried in the pillow, you said, “No arguments here.” A few seconds passed until your brain suddenly began to process his words and you realized you had no idea what he was talking about. “Wait, why?” you asked as you looked at him.

He let out an almost desperate laugh before turning to you. After all this time he kind of expected you to know it without help. “Because of what happened this morning,” he told you eventually. But sleeping with you was only one part of the problem. The other was something he would probably never tell you: he liked it. Hell, he loved every second of it.

When you finally remembered what had happened between you, you bit on your lower lip and let out a thoughtful hum. “I know exactly what I’m like when I’m high so it’s not your fault.” It wasn’t a lie, you had more than enough experience with that to know you could be very persuasive when you wanted something.

“Yeah, but I was sober,” Matt pointed out before putting on his shirt. “I should have said no.”

“Well, it’s too late to change that. Stop worrying and let’s forget it even happened,” you told him with a small, supportive smile. Not like you had any chance of forgetting about cheating on Alejandro. Sure, he was now dead, but it still felt like you had betrayed him. And you did. And you truly hated yourself for it. “We don’t have much choice,” you added quietly.

Matt clearly didn’t hear you say that because he stood up and walked over to the window. “He was shot in the head. We saw the whole thing, it was… I have a feeling I’ll have nightmares about it.”

“At least it wasn’t you who killed him.” Silence fell between the two of you while you sat up and pulled your knees to your chest. “I’m glad I didn’t have to see it. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for you.”

“As I said, I’ll have nightmares,” he answered. When he turned around to look at you and noticed the confused expression on your face, he flashed a sad smile at you before saying, “I bet you thought things like this don’t affect me. But they do and I hate this. Actually, I had a nightmare now too, this is why I woke up in the first place.”

This was probably the first time you saw Matt be this vulnerable. He was clearly suffering just as much as you were and it made you feel really bad for him. Letting out a sigh, you climbed out of bed and went over to him to pull him into a hug. At first, his body froze from the surprise but then he wrapped his arms around you and visibly relaxed.

After a short while, he let you go and took a step back to build some safe distance. “I should go now. Try to get some sleep, okay?” With that he began to walk out of the room but stopped before his fingers could touch the doorknob. “You were right, we have to forget what happened.”

Not like it was that easy, at least not for Matt. While he felt guilty about betraying his friend like that, he still couldn’t stop thinking about you. A long time ago he had told you one day you would be begging him to fuck you and that’s exactly what happened earlier that day. Sure, you were very, very high, but he still liked it.

Long story short, he was a fucking asshole.

Matt had to take care of a few things before the team left so even though he was worried about leaving you alone for hours, he still returned to the hangar. Unlike the others, Steve immediately noticed that something was wrong and he also knew it most probably had something to do with you. Since they were surrounded by people most of the time, he kept his mouth shut for now, but the moment they could be alone for a while, he brought up the topic.

“How bad is it?” he asked as he sat on top of a table and rested his elbows on his thighs.

Letting out a sigh, Matt put his hands on the back of his neck. “Bad but I went through her things and took every drug she had bought. I’ll check on her before I leave to make sure things didn’t get worse.”

“You think she’ll be okay on her own? I can stick around for a few more days to keep an eye on her,” Steve offered.

“No, I think it was a one-time thing. She had learned her lesson around the time I recruited her.”

Steve shook his head and gave him a doubtful look. If Matt truly believed he had recruited her, then they remembered what happened very, very differently. “You mean when you blackmailed her into joining us?”

“I only gave her an opportunity to do something good,” Matt pointed out with a shrug.

For a moment he wondered if he should comment on it but in the end, he decided to just let it go. “Anyway, wanna go grab a drink before going home? After today I think I’ll need it.”

“Thanks but I’ll pass. I’ll quickly check on Y/N then try to get some sleep.”

Steve nodded, said goodbye, and left. He didn’t want to stick around for longer than expected because he was worried he would accidentally let Matt know that he knew he was lying–or at least hiding something important. A part of him wanted to know what it was while another told him to forget about it. Maybe it was for the best if he stayed out of whatever happened. If he had to know about it, Matt would tell him.

Not long after Matt left you began to lose your patience. Each passing minute became more and more unbearable, your brain was in overdrive and you knew only drugs could possibly help you in this situation. But Matt had thoroughly searched your motel room and took everything you had left with him to make sure you stayed clean.

As if that was enough to stop you. Now that you knew who to look for it probably wouldn’t take long to get some more, you just had to be smart about it. So you went to the motel’s office to use their phone instead of your own in case they were still listening to your calls and contacted the dealer who promised to bring what you wanted in about half an hour. Talk about customer experience.

You had been right, and apparently the drugs could help with the misery that was suffocating you. You were miserable because of the pain you felt after losing Alejandro, the guilt because you slept with Matt shortly after his death, the fear caused by having no idea what would happen now, and the disgust you felt because you actually liked what happened between you and your boss.

Could this be the rock bottom? It had to be. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t imagine things getting any worse than this. You once again became that shitty person you’d been before Matt dragged you into this. You were an excellent doctor, strangely that didn’t really change because of drugs, but they surely destroyed your relationships. All of them. But maybe under these circumstances, this was for the best. Being alone could maybe help you figure out what to do now.

The drugs had barely kicked in when there was a sudden, loud knock on your door. At first, you wanted to ignore it but soon you heard Matt threatening to kick in the door to get inside. Rolling your eyes, you eventually stood up and let him in, mostly because the last thing you wanted was him making a scene. But before you could say anything, he grabbed your chin and you knew perfectly well what he was doing: he took a closer look at your eyes because he noticed your delated pupils.

“I leave you alone for three hours and this is what happens?” he asked furiously once the door closed behind you. “Where the fuck did you get this shit anyway? I went through your things to make sure you didn’t have any drugs left.”

You had no reason to lie anymore, after all, you had already quit your job. The two of you were nothing more but two adults having a fight. So you shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed with one leg pulled up. “I have my sources.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Matt ran a hand through his hair as he began to pace back and forth in the room. This was much worse than he had expected and Steve was right, they couldn’t just leave you alone now. “Alright, you know what? I don’t care that this mission is over, we’ll stick around and I’ll keep you under close surveillance for the next few days.”

“Seriously?” you asked after letting out an annoyed growl. “I’m an adult and if I wanna get high, I’ll fucking do it and you can’t stop me!”

“I can,” he replied casually then began to go through your things once again. Without hesitation, you jumped up and rushed over to stop him, but Matt simply pushed you away. “Do you think this is what he would want? Do you really think Alejandro wouldn’t try to make sure you stay clean?”

And with that comment, he crossed a line. Even though he quickly realized he had made a mistake, you slapped him before he could apologize. “Don’t you dare bring him up again!”

Long seconds passed in uncomfortable silence and it didn’t seem like either of you would speak up in the near future. While he clearly wanted to continue his search for drugs, Matt decided to wait a little and hope you would calm down just enough to agree to it. You on the other hand were waiting for him to finally leave your room without a fight.

Suddenly your phone began to ring and you rose your eyebrows when you looked at the called ID. It was a number you didn’t know, but apparently Matt assumed you did so he said, “Put it on speaker.”

“Are you kidding me?”

When he gave you a serious look, you let out a sigh and did as he said.

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Part 3: Black Widow

“Just make sure you inject it between his toes,” you told him before putting the set of syringes back on the table. “It’s easy to overlook that place during an autopsy.”

Alejandro slid his hands in the pockets of his black pants as he looked down at you. It just went on like this for long seconds, with the two of you keeping eye contact without saying a word. These looks had been more and more frequent lately but you still had no idea what they really meant–if they meant anything, that is.

After a while you tore your gaze away and pulled out your phone to take a look at the notifications. You quickly typed your reply to a message then you put it back in your pocket. Letting out a sigh you began to walk away but had to come to a halt after a few steps since you lost your balance for a second.

He was quickly by your side, putting an arm around your waist as he escorted you back to the table. “Are you okay?” he asked almost worriedly.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied with a nervous laugh. “Just a little tired and dizzy, that’s all.”

“Are you sleeping enough?”

“Oh, you’re worried about me?”

As he took a step away from you, Alejandro folded his arms over his chest with his eyes still set on you. “I just don’t want our doctor to be sick,” he stated a matter-of-factly.

“Well, that’s nice of you,” you told him with a small smile.

By then you’d been working with Matt for almost a year and as a result you met the assassin on several different occasions before. Every time he was around he began to function like some sort of a lightning rod between you and your boss, temporarily taking the role from Steve who was the one that usually got stuck in the middle.

Before you could say anything, though, Matt showed up and clapped his hands as he walked over to you. “What are you two up to?” he asked with a wide grin the moment he stopped.

Reaching back to pick up the set of syringes from the table, you said, “I gave Alejandro some black widow spider venom.”

“What for?”

“What do you think?” you asked with a roll of your eyes.

Matt took a syringe from you and took a closer look at it. “I thought their venom wasn’t deadly. Not always, that is.”

“If a spider bites a healthy adult, it’s usually not deadly,” you verified with a nod, “though it’s better if they seek medical help. But we’re not using a real spider, only its venom, so you can use as much of it as you like.”

“Do you have the antidote as well?” he asked as he gave you back the syringe.

“Sure. I took care of everything.”

His attention turned to his friend as he said, “And you know how to use it now?”

Alejandro nodded. “Yes, she told me what to do.”

“I thought you might want to try something new,” you suddenly spoke up after you put the set back on the table behind you and turned to look at the two men with your arms crossed over your chest. “It’s not a bullet in the head but it’s just as deadly. All you need to do is giving them more and more of it.”

“You have one fucked up mind, Y/N,” Matt noted with a devilish smile.

“I was getting bored,” you replied with a shrug.

In the past months you’d realized that Matt and Steve were right in the beginning. The more you learned about why they did what they did, the more comfortable you got with their methods. Every now and then you wondered if you were slowly turning into some kind of a monster, but you usually let go of that thought quite quickly.

“I can entertain you if you need company.”

“Thanks, I’m fine. You’d be the last person I’d go to.”

Matt moved closer to stand right in front of you, intentionally invading your personal space as he quietly said, “Oh, come on, based on our usual fights I think one day you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

“You might be right.” At this Matt raised an eyebrow for a split second, clearly surprised to hear this answer from you. “I mean, I have this theory about how this situation between us will be solved one day.”

“I’m all ears.”

“We either have some extremely rough hate sex or one of us kills the other,” you explained, poking his chest with your finger. “There’s no in between.”

Suddenly he reached out to sweep a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning even closer as he began to speak. “Like I said, my room’s always open if you’re interested.”

“You know how women prefer using poison to murder someone, right?” you asked as you grabbed his wrist and slowly pushed away his hand with your fingernails digging deep into his skin. “I may or may not have more of this poison, so if I were you, I would watch my back.”

“Feisty,” Matt said with a laugh before he turned to the assassin who still stood on your right. “You heard the lady, Alejandro. Be careful because she might poison you too.”

The pair of you watched as he walked away in silence and the moment he got out of sight you cleared your throat and pulled out your phone to see if there were any new notifications. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed the way Alejandro was looking at you and it made you uneasy.

In the end he let out a long sigh and spoke up. “Why can’t you two at least try to get along?”

“I tried and failed. It’s much more fun to get on his nerves,” you replied with a shrug, trying hard to fight back a smile. “Also I’m pretty sure he’s only trying to annoy me by saying things like his room’s always open, so we’re kinda even.” He didn’t say anything so you cleared your throat and asked, “Hey, don’t you wanna come over for a drink? I’m bored and I have no plans for tonight.”

For long moments he thought about your invitation but in the end he said, “Well, I have nothing better to do.”

Neither of you spoke on the way to the motel you all stayed in but you didn’t mind it to be honest. Sometimes he looked over at you as if he was about to ask you something, but he never said a word, only returned his attention to the road.

Once in your room, you quickly moved over to a duffel bag you kept in a corner, taking out a bottle of red wine and a beer from it. “They’re not cold, but it’s still better than nothing,” you told him with an apologetic smile. “Which one would you like?”

“Neither. Just come here.” Without asking questions you put the bottles on a table and did as you were told. When you stopped in front of him, Alejandro quickly put his hands on your waist as he looked down at you. “You thought I didn’t know why you wanted me to come over?” he asked with a frown.

“I knew you would figure it out,” you admitted with a flirtatious smile.

Your heart was racing as you waited for his next move, after all you still weren’t sure how he felt about this situation. But then he leaned down to kiss you and you couldn’t help but smile at this. The scary, intimidating assassin turned out to be an amazing kisser who could make you weak in the knees with a single touch. When you pulled away for a few seconds you loosened his dark red tie and took it off, only to put it around your own neck instead.

“It looks good on you,” he noted, smiling down at you.

You’d known him for a while by now but you couldn’t recall ever seeing such a genuine smile on his face. But something was still bothering you and ever since this little thought appeared you just couldn’t push it away. You couldn’t even look him in the eye because of it so you focused on the window instead.  

Alejandro clearly noticed it and placed his palm on the side of your neck to get your attention, successfully snapping you out of your thoughts. “What is it?”

“I know it was my idea but… are you sure you want to do this?” you asked hesitantly, finally looking back up at him.

“What makes you think I don’t want it?”

You cleared your throat and reached for his left hand. “Your ring,” you then replied quietly.

“Just forget about it,” he said before he kissed you again. “Let’s get you out of your clothes.”

“Now you’re talking.”

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Imagine being an arms dealer for Matt.

A man by the name of Andy Wheeldon invited you to dinner out of blue during a charity event you were attending one night.

Your first instinct was that he was trying to flirt with you with the intention of making you his intimate companion so to speak.

“Oh, no no no,” Wheeldon shook his head while smiling. “You are lovely but this is about business.”

The arms supplier explained his intentions quickly, as you were at a nonprofit occasion, and once again asked you, “So, dinner?”

The offer was tempting. Playing the line between legal and illegal had always been an interest of yours. Especially if you gained more business and power to change the world for the better.

“Dinner sounds perfect.” You grinned as you took a sip of your champagne.

You liked Wheeldon. He was straight to the point and honest.

“I already know what you’re doing because I’m doing it too. But I can’t be in two places at once. Which is why I’m offering a partnership with someone who can be quite demanding.”

“And the one not doing the job gets 15%.”

“Like I said, lovely.” Wheeldon smiled as he took a bite of his meal. “Be ready to start tomorrow.”

Matt liked you too quickly. Which was bad for him but he knew Wheeldon. The supplier wouldn’t have picked any random person.

But God dammit, did he have to pick someone so attractive?

“Do you always stare at newbies or am I just that gorgeous?” You teased partly out of nerves and and partly out of not knowing how else to get the conversation moving.

Matt smirked. He really liked you.

“Both,” He replied. “What are you doing after this?”

“Not you,” You said without missing a beat.

This got a loud laugh out from the man in front of you. “Maybe another time then.”

Months passed.

You and Wheeldon had worked up a pretty effective system, each of you taking every other job. Much to Matt’s displeasure sometimes.

“At least that’s over with. And next time, you’ll be there,” Matt murmured as he crawled on top of you in your hotel bed.

“Missed me that badly this time?” You whispered back.

Matt hummed an agreement as he slowly pulled the sheets away from you. “Very much, baby girl.”

You leaned your head back while Matt mouthed at your neck and removed your undergarments.

“Very, very much,” He growled, teeth gently biting you.

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Last film I watched: Sicario and it was shit so take my word and don’t fucking bother.

Last tv show I watched: I just finished rewatching The Umbrella Academy season 1 to get myself psyched for season 2. I also just finished watching the netflix mini series documentary ‘Unabomber: In his own words’ which was pretty good. And I am also currently binging The Office (US) and am just starting season 8. 

Fav original character: So i am writing (admittedly mostly just in my head although a little less then a quarter has been written as a rough draft on a word doc) a rather length fantasy/vampire novel. Its part romance, part drama, part revenge fantasy, part anarchist vigilante revolution au and tbh part me just self projecting my trauma and dysfunctional life onto my characters... And whilst it likely will never see the light of day because of my lack of motivation to write the entire thing down and instead just reference it when i am day dreaming. I really vibe with the alternative universe as an escape from the real one i am living in and i have a vested interest in the characters i have created in it. And whilst there are numerous ocs from this that i have put an alarmingly long amount of time (literally years) into developing all of which i love and adore i do have two favourites. One named Taylor who is a gay 2946 year old idiot/himbo (vampire obviously). He is hot, sweet, kind, caring, funny, understanding, stubborn, the mum™️  friend, a romantic fool with a a hint of mummy issues and anger problems and a complete fucking allergy to guilt. And the other is his prodigy/person he turned vampire named Meredith. She is 354 year old hot mess and is kinda the opposite of him in that she is homicidal, manipulative, cunning, devious, fearless (almost to a fault), strong willed women. Who is very smart, has a strong/forward and somewhat off putting personality, low key a bit of a bitch but is very protective of those she loves and has good morals and the desire to right all wrongs even if through violent revenge if she sees fit. She is the leader of a criminal underworld revolution seeking to bring revenge and justice to the powerful and untouchable evils of the world. And he is her loyal side kick that lets her run the show as she is a natural born leader, but also works as a the voice of reason and logic to her. All the while having his own sub plot of being torn between chasing his love interest despite the danger it possesses. Or sacrificing his own desire for connection and love for fear of the consequences despite it meaning living a sad and eternally lonely life. Thats just a very brief summery of those two. They have a very close but complicated relationship with each other, like annoying siblings but imagine if you had to live with your siblings for centuries. And they all have there flaws (some more obvious then others) as well as dark, morbid and tragic histories but it makes them what the are today both the good, the bad and the downright problematic. And yeah i’d like to think one day i will write this out properly and others will read it and connect to or relate to these characters. Maybe love them, maybe hate them, maybe initially hate them, like is designed with Meredith, but come to truly love her once they begin to understand her and see her potential thats hidden under layers of ‘don’t fuck with me’. But until then they are my characters to play around with and build upon and thats exactly what i intend to do.

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Sweet!

Sparkling water, tea, or coffee: Can i say hot chocolate or juice?

Pets: Living with me is my son and best friend Gideon (he is a adult black male cat i adopted a year ago and he is the best thing that has ever happened to me.) Living with my sister is my family cat i grew up with named Maisey (she is a snobby fat cat with a beautiful coat and i love her although i don’t think she loves me/or anyone.) And then at my mums is her puppy Newfoundland Bentley (basically god combined a dumbass and a dog and made him) as well as my brothers turtle Pedro and my axolotl Voldemort (can’t fit his huge tank in my apartment so he stays with mum.)

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