#valeria cod

ok... Call of Wild

She had to have you, saddling up beside you at the bar and buying you a drink when yours went dry. You spoke some Spanish, clearly eager to learn and expand your vocabulary. She liked watching your eyebrows furrow as you held onto her every word, making sure you were listening.

By the time she guided you outside, her jacket was draped around your shoulders, and the bartender was wondering if he would ever see you again. When Valeria wanted a toy, she would keep it close.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" Valeria whispers, smoothing her hands under your shirt as she made you face the mirror in her room. You shake your head, squeaking when she cups your breasts through your bra. "You've ever been with anyone?"

"No, I've kissed a few people." You murmur quietly as goosebumps pop up all over your body. Valeria hums happily at the information, slowly turning you around so you can face her.

"I'll change that tonight, little bird. I can make you sing for me." She hums, guiding you towards her bed.

AWAY FROM THE WORLD ! VALERIA GARZA

valeria garza x plus size-fem!reader

genre(s) - one-shot, lesbian erotica, established relationship

description - coming home from yet another long mission, valeria needs to wind down after being away from you for so long.

warning(s) - profanity, cockwarming (strap-on), smacking, pet names (baby, good girl), praise kink, dirty talk(?). 18+ only, minors & men dni.

word count - 1.1k

my letter 💌 - based on this request.

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GRAVEL SCRUBS UNDER HER sneakers, her shoulders tense with small injuries covering her. Her bottom lip stayed tucked behind her front teeth, key in hand, jiggling the doorknob. A yawn slips from her mouth once the door unlocks, and she pushes it carefully; the glaring light from the moon pours inside.

Mom Laswell, gay uncles Alerudy and the crazy jail aunt Valeria!

Here's everyone togheter (also I fixed Price Up becouse he was looking lowkey weird...)

Who's Next in line???

tw: blood

Notes: OH YEAHHHH, also, consent is sexy and very much existing here, okay, I couldn't come up with anything for Keegan or Roach, so extensive research will be done very soon everyone, not a drill

Laswell: (my absolute freakin goat, I love this woman) She's unphased by you at this point, because, literally, you're her pretty little wife!! You have your needs and if your needs are to bite and suck on her wherever you could reach she's happy with that!!

She has you sat between her thighs as she works on some paperwork, you nip at her thighs, sucking and flattening your tongue over the bites just to be good still

Valeria: You're not allowed to bite without permission, that was quickly announced to you, and shown to you, everytime you do bite without asking she ends up fucking you silly with her strap until you can't walk :(

But when you do get permission it's usually just her speaking during meetings with her men while you sit on her lap marking up her neck and shoulders happily

König: Bro is beefcake, he doesn't mind nor feel it, usually he just lets you go at it, he just sits there cleaning his sniper while you happily bite his biceps because lord knows they're massive

Part4

Warnings: alcohol, a bit obsessive, amorous mood, I don't know what else to add, except to warn about possible mistakes, repetitions of words, mistakes in grammar. Valeria was also added to the story, and I want to know if you are interested in seeing her too.

I checked the text several times, but if I missed something, don't be afraid to let me know, sometimes I don't notice obvious mistakes

in my head, I have the outlines of another branch of the Story, where, on the contrary, TF141 would be a Good Pack, or another one where they would realize themselves.

I'm also thinking of creating a bot on the topic of "Beta Reader" based on this story.

This is an alternative version,

"So... you're just walking? Alone.. At night.. On the highway.." - Kruger's deep baritone sounded. He was a large man, with very developed hands, and it even seemed that his hands were bigger than Ghost or Soap's.

You involuntarily sighed, looking at them, and your gaze moved from one to the other. Maybe they are not such idiots, since they decided to really help you and take you away from the terrible road and disgusting rain.

"ahem-ahem" - Horangi coughs, and then his ringing laughter, when he, clearly enjoying the fact that you are looking at him, cheerfully said: "well, princess? Finally, you saw it..." - before he can finish, Konig sharply nudges him in the side with his elbow, forcing Horangi to choke from the sharp pain and giggle again, but still shut up after a few moments and continue the trip

It was dark outside, and the light on in the car didn't allow you to see anything out the back window, forcing you to stare stupidly at your own reflection.

Disgusting. Tousled, wet hair, wrinkled clothes and smudged mascara were something very contrasting with your usual perfect appearance. A broken image of a good girl, an exemplary housewife and a modest beta.

You grin, look with annoyance, make a face, trying to depict in your own facial expressions, in a grin, all your hatred. Towards yourself or towards your pack? You don't know.

You look up, and after a few moments you notice a pair of eyes. Kruger, the fucking bastard, was looking back at the reflection and smiling. Out of fear or embarrassment you let out a squeal and turn your face to this impudent bastard and... you can't say anything... he looks at you, smiles impudently and his cheeks turn crimson with shame. You mumble something unintelligible, but Kruger's laughter interrupts, and his cheerful voice says: "be careful, we have a little thing with fangs here."

It seems that your cheeks become even redder, and you lower your gaze to your knees, suddenly falling into your melancholic state.

They laugh at you again. Again and again.

Kruger's face changes from brave to panicked in a matter of seconds and he hesitates a little, his hand hovering over your back and hesitating, not understanding whether he can touch you.

Konig's growl came from the front seats, damn protective, leader and warning: "Kruger, damn you"

Kruger smiles awkwardly and scratches the back of his head and stares off to the side. A couple of minutes of driving in silence and then, having plucked up courage and calmed down, you say: "Ah.. Eh... Where are we going?"

Horangi breaks into a smile and says boldly: "To your new home", and Konig again sharply and painfully nudges his comrade in the side with his elbow. The big guy did not want to scare you at all, but in his thoughts everything was already determined.

“To our pack home.” - Kruger corrected the situation, again drawing attention to himself.

You just sigh. You don't really care who you're going to. More precisely, you know that you're safe, that they, even though they're a bunch of idiots, won't touch you.

Your thoughts involuntarily return to your pack, and your shoulders involuntarily sag. You peer into the darkness again, but this time, stuck, looking at one point, you already see alternating trees, shimmering in the light of the lanterns and smoothly growing into country houses.

They're probably all having fun. They're probably happy, they're well-fed and don't even think about where you are, and that makes your soul even heavier.

You're pulled out of the stream of depressive thoughts by a light pat on your knee. You look over and see Kruger's hand on your knee. He's not being rude, not flirting, but as if he's giving you that little bit of support you need.

You nod unconsciously, sigh again, and as soon as the car stalls near one of the dark houses, you jump out without thinking. It's chilly outside, and your skin is covered in goosebumps, and you shudder, hunching slightly, Trying to warm yourself, you hug yourself with your arms. However, literally a few moments later, a heavy leather jacket with some old-fashioned stripes falls on your shoulders. You turn around and meet the silent gaze of a man in a hood - Konig gave you his jacket, although it was several steps to the house.

Horangi whistles and, getting out of the car after the others, immediately goes to the trunk, starting to unload his own purchases.

"Wow," you sigh and carefully, with interest, examine the boxes. Even in your pack eat less, damn it. A few cases of beer, bags of groceries.

Konig looks at your curious face for a long moment and can’t help but smile. Suddenly, he takes a pack of strawberry marshmallows out of his bag and hands them to you. You think for a few seconds, then carefully take them and say warningly, “I don’t have any money with me.” To which Konig grunts, grinning and says with obvious amusement in his voice, “No need for money, these are for you, baby.” You step in his way again and, not quite understanding their behavior, simply nod, deciding not to ask questions. Horangi, peeking out from behind the slightly open front door, curses again in pure Korean and immediately dilutes it with English: “이리 오세요! 그 여자를 얼어붙게 하지 마!(Damn it! Don’t freeze birdie!)! Konig, bring her here!”.

And as if by a snap of his fingers, Konig came to his senses and immediately led you to the house, finally allowing you to look at the interior of his pack's cottage. It was interesting to you, it had once seemed larger than your pack's house, but it was still unusual.

Hearing a clear female voice, growling harshly with a strong accent, you immediately became nervous, standing at the threshold, unable to take a step further into the house. Omega. Of course, they were not trying to hit on you, and their compliments were nothing more than just a kind gesture. Of course, they would choose an omega. Unconsciously, images of a girl, an omega with character, whom Konig was hugging, popped into your thoughts, and the mental comparison led to the realization of your own inferiority. Their cute nicknames and phrases were nothing more than a kind gesture. You involuntarily winced, and then came to your senses. Do you even care? This is not your pack. What do you care about their damn omega? But honestly, somewhere deep down you still hoped that all these weird compliments were real.

You were immediately brought to your senses by a voice and, looking up from the floor, you met bright, black eyes. It was a woman of a strong, athletic build, taller, with dark short hair and a clearly dominant nature. You had never seen such an omega before.

Woman spoke: "¿Quién demonios es ese? ¿Es la chica?" (Who the hell is that? Who's the girl?).

You immediately felt goosebumps crawling down your back and opened your mouth, wanting to say something, but before you could even figure it out, the suffocating aroma of rum and cinnamon hit your nose. You involuntarily squirmed and slowly, from nerves, but surely realized that in front of you was not an omega but an alpha. Why would she release so many pheromones if they had no effect on you? You're a beta, not an omega, and the last thing you care about is what they smell like or what cologne they wear.

The woman grins and clicks her tongue, comes closer and grabs your chin with her fingers rather roughly, turning your head from side to side, saying something in another language: "hermosa" (beautiful)." You frown again, hugging yourself protectively, you are still shaking from the alcohol you drank earlier, and the distinct weakness and approaching fatigue make everything much worse. You do not answer, and behind your back you hear another growl of the leader. It was worth Konig to be distracted for a couple of seconds, as someone is already laying claim to his bird?.. That is, of course, his flock can pay attention.. But until he leaves HIS mark, he will subconsciously perceive this as rivalry. Valeria is a woman, as many say, "with balls", she is cunning, strong in character and will, drives many betas and omegas crazy.

Konig's growl was uncontrollable, just seeing his birdie being touched sent him into protective mode.

Protecting and guarding, loving, building a nest, marking - everything that was spinning in his head, making him choke at the thought of puppies, or at the slightest touch to you, everything that was deep in his obsessive brain. He was not ashamed, but in his soul he, like his pack, felt relief at the thought that everything turned out this way. Finally, finally you were alone, without the control of your shitty pack, finally you were no longer looking through rose-colored glasses at a gang of people who did not appreciate you.

And finally you saw him. Your beautiful eyes, the curve of your lips, the smile, even if sarcastic - all this was like a curse, making him, the old colonel, feel trembling in his legs. And he damn well shouldn't have given his heart to some girl. But he did, and he doesn't regret it one bit.

"Calm down, big guy, I'm just curious," Valeria replied with a smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her brown gaze never leaving the leader. She knew how weak he was towards you.

You look at one of them and then the other with confusion, and you can't help but clear your throat, seeing their obvious resistance. "Can I go in further or should I call a taxi?".

"No!" - a growling voice interrupted you almost immediately, and you frowned even more: "No, I mean..."

"In that very one, birdie, you're coming here" - Horangi diluted the atmosphere, leaning out into the corridor with his signature smile. In response, you sigh, follow the Korean, leaving a couple of Alphas to sort things out with each other.

You walk into the living room, it is a large, rather spacious space. The sofa is long, made up of several blocks, or, to be more precise, several sofas pushed together into one long structure. There are several armchairs along the edges and a small, but long, low table in the middle, on which snacks and drinks were already laid out. At the sight of multi-colored bottles with bright labels, you feel nausea creeping up on you, remembering that same shitty tincture that you bought for pennies an hour earlier.

You want to go to the couch, but decide to look in the mirror for a few seconds, and then, without paying attention, take a step towards the couch. But immediately suspecting something is wrong, you turn around and meet your reflection in the eyes. This is fucked up.

Mascara is smeared across your cheeks, and your wet hair is fluffed up and disheveled. The sundress is not bad, but wrinkled.

"This is shit" - you whisper, sighing, demonstrating all your disgust. Although what did you expect? As if something colossal would happen in half an hour's drive, but, unfortunately, you are not in a fairy tale.

"I completely disagree" - a rough voice is heard from behind, forcing you to reflexively turn around with a squeal and meet the gaze of blue eyes. That idiot Kruger again? or... wait... no.

The man is wearing a mask, big black sweatpants and a T-shirt with blue and white stripes. You frown again, but you don't take your hand off your chest, you can still feel your heart beating. Who the hell is this?

"И все же ты такая милая (You're such a cutie,)" the Russian words are clear. You frown again, to which the man chuckles. He stands with his hands in his pockets, but slowly and deliberately he pulls one hand out, reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, saying with tenderness in his voice, "Don't frown, smiling suits you better."

Why do they even care about your appearance? What the hell do they even want, you have absolutely no idea. And there is only one thing on your mind, the desire to drink and fall face down into soft pillows, in your warm room and soft fluffy blanket.

"Have you met Nikto? This big guy is the most secretive, you know" - once again the atmosphere is saved by Horangi, who nodded towards the table with a smile - "come here, birdie".

"Why birdie?" - you ask, moving closer to the middle, hoping that you will not disturb anyone.

"Why birdie? You know, they are so tiny, they need a nest, protection and all the love" - ​​the Korean laughs easily.

What does he even mean?

You nod again, this time you are silent. Konig, Valeria, Kruger enter the living room. Kruger was shirtless, in only shorts, and, finally, without a mask.

So interesting.. For the first time you see some without their signature masks, and out of curiosity you look at his features, absorbing every scar that adorns his face, not even noticing how this idiot plays with his muscles. Curiosity about his face completely distracted you from his chiseled muscles.

Horangi pours a bottle into glasses and, distracted, you take it, boldly taking sips, not looking away from Kruger. Surprisingly, his wide black eyebrows suited him, adding unreal brutality.

A sudden rustle on the left brought you to your senses and, turning your gaze, you immediately meet the face of the bare chest of the Konig. Even sitting, he remained big guy.

The alcohol you drank, mixed with a new portion loosened your tongue and you, smiling, asked in a perky voice: "What kind of wet T-shirt contest is this?"

Konig just smiles under his mask, watching your reaction carefully, sitting down more comfortably and stretching out his legs. He was still a big man fellow, with strong muscles.

One glass follows another, and you feel how the previous misunderstanding and fear evaporate damn fast, leaving behind a feeling of freedom. You don’t want to remember the existence of packs, betas, omegas or Alphas. There is only you, a bunch of cool guys, and all this alcohol on the table.

“Oh, I didn’t say that!” you laugh, smiling from ear to ear and not taking your eyes off the Konig’s face. He was sitting without a mask, like everyone else in this living room. Valeria’s laughter attracts you again and you turn your gaze to the woman, swallowing nervously when she shoots her eyes, winks, whispering hotly: “Oh, no, cariño.” In response, you giggle and turn your gaze with interest to Nikto, who was sitting in the chair to the right of you, only smiles, and, having finished peeling the tangerine, stretches it out, calling out “Детка (Baby).”

For the first time in these few hours, you felt like a person, a personality. And what is there to say? Honestly, you yourself didn’t know that you could talk for so long and, most importantly, be listened to.

Oh my God, you’re drunk as hell, and you’re happy, without a single thought.

“Stay with us,” a quiet voice asks in complete silence. You frown, sleepily open your eyes and answer just as quietly: “Why?”

Who are you with anyway? Where are you anyway? There was too much alcohol for you to remember every conversation.

A soft kiss touched your forehead, and you also frowned sleepily, fidgeting in bed and squinting at the man in front of you. The big guy looked with tenderness, with love, and with which he tried to express himself: “You got into my soul, under my skin, under my ribs. I need you, my pack needs you.”

Just the words alone make your soul feel warm... And you just smile silly before your eyes close and sleep takes you somewhere far away.

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