#alejandro call of duty

[callsignmarz]

Texting the COD Men

POV : They’re jealous

MDNI | 18+ | NSFW

[yandere-kokeshi]

Which cod boys would tattoo your name on their dick and why it's soap?

Warnings: details of penis tattoos, genital piercings, smut, and not Grammer checked.

Honestly, I think all the boys would do it (even Gaz), but the top cod boys that come up, are below the read more. Also, it's so odd that I was working on a similar fic when you sent this in 😲😂😂.

For Soap, you’re absolutely right. He’d do it out of ownership, jealousy, and realization that he just cannot live without you. He expects you to get tattooed the same; he wouldn’t mind doing it himself, forcing you down and making you squirm isn’t the first time, no? Oh, and Johnny would most definitely get a genital piercing, too. Maybe a prince Albert or magic cross. Either way, he ensures you appreciate it. And you do, right?

Nikolai would 100% jump the train. He’s a freak, inside and outside his thick skin. And it’s not like he already did it since day one of meeting you. He already has a few cock piercings too; a reverse prince albert and two frenums down his length. However, you don’t even know the thick ink till you go down for a blowjob, his erect cock standing as you look at the detailed name of yours; watching how his cum dribbles down his length, before he eagerly pushes your mouth down and let's you finish him off how you know. It’s only a matter of time, before he really begins to fuck you, right?

Alejandro is a romantic at heart. So it’s no surprise he keeps coming home with rather... expressive ideas of love; and when you, or him, get into a conversation of tattoos, oh boy, is it over. Alejandro gets it done and confidently shows it off, awaiting your reaction; chuckling at your surprised state. Though, he doesn’t keep you waiting, getting down on his knees and beginning to suck your cock/eat you out while the healing process begins. And then, when the healing is all done, he can finally fuck you and show you just how much you mean to him.

Lastly, König would do it simply because you mentioned it. Doesn’t matter where; could’ve been through a comment with Instagram you laughed at or rolled your eyes at the tweet of Twitter. Hell, even a playful tease, but as soon as you mention it, he’s getting it done and coming home with big ol' gray eyes, wanting you to relish the pretty ink. And you do, because that’s what an amazing spouse does, right? He can’t wait to let him fuck your throat, or your hole so tight that he will do so many creampies that both of you will collapse. But, he has his mouth, silicon toys, and thick fingers to please his fantasy, yeah?

[xxshadowbabexx]

Pretty ‘N Pink

summary: putting pink bows on the guys dicks (and farah’s strap), feat: price, ghost, gaz, soap, alejandro, rodolfo, graves, farah

warnings: blowjobs, handjobs, smut, fluffish, marking, gn!reader (but they wear lipstick)

Price is a bit confused when you ask. He isn’t on any social medias, and so is unaware that putting bows on things is a trend. Still, he lets you do it. 

You’re sitting in his at-home office, he’s perched in his chair, manspreading proudly as you kneel in front of him. He watches you intently as you unbuckle his trousers, pulling his cock from its confinements. You spit on your palm before you take it in your hand, feeling the warmth coming off of it. You give him a harsh tug, then two until he starts to chub. You smile before moving your head to lick a stripe along his cock, following the green bulging vein that decorated the side. 

You hear him groan out above you, clearly ready for you to continue. 

Satisfied with his cock standing tall and proud, you move to grab the ribbon. You wrap it around his cock once, adoring how the color matched his flushed member. You looped the ribbon through, creating a bow. You picked up the scissors and snipped the ribbon. 

You leaned back on your heels, supporting yourself with your arms which were extended behind you. 

You beamed at his cock for a moment before John spoke, “Satisfied, doll?”

You nodded, “Very.”

He smirked, “Good, now why dontcha finish what you started and put those pretty lips around me again,”

Ghost was highly amused with you, and always willing to entertain your silly little ideas. He was sitting on the edge of your shared bed, thighs spread with you sloppily kissing up and down his cock. He loved the feel of your soft lips on his shaft, and loved the lipstick marks you left on it. Not only were they pretty, but they were also you. Maybe Simon has a slight possessive streak, but it goes both ways. 

He likes how you mark him up.  

“Tha’s it, lovie, get me nice an’ hard for you,” he praised, grinning down at you as his cock slowly hardened fully. You planted one last kiss to the tip before moving to grab your supplies. 

You wrapped the bright pink bow around the middle of his cock, admiring how it contrasted to the grayish pale color of his cock and ice blue vein. 

“You’re so pretty, Si,” 

“Yeah the bow does look good, doesn’t it? It would look better with a few more of your lipstick smudges, dontcha think?”

And who were you to deny him?

You moved to kiss on his thighs, massaging the scarred flesh between your fingers. He let out a hum in appreciation, and you moved towards his bollocks. 

You kissed them too, not minding the blond hair that decorated them. It was sparse, after all. Just another piece of him for your lipstick to stick to. 

Gaz was willing to try most things once for you. So when you asked to put a bow around his cock, who was he to say no? He’s certainly tried weirder things with you before. 

Pegging, rimming, sounding, all things tried. But he’s also tried different non-sexual things with you that were new to him, like doing each others makeup, finding the weirdest recipes on line and forcing each other to try them, among hundreds of other things. 

“So, can I?” you asked cheerfully, beaming at him and drawing him free from his thoughts. 

“Of course,”

“Yay! Do you mind jerking yourself off while I go get the ribbon? That way you’ll be nice and hard by the time I get back,”

“Sure,” he nodded. Of course he would do it for you. Anything for you. 

So now here he was, sitting on your worn couch, palming his cock to the thought of you. Would you suck him off with the bow on? Would you let him fuck you with the bow on?

He smiled at you when you walked inside, almost dropping the ribbon in your hands at the beautiful sight that was him. 

You rushed over, kneeling between his muscular thighs, stringing the ribbon and wrapping it around the cut head of his cock. 

You giggled, leaning back, “It looks so pretty, baby,”

“Yeah? Pretty enough for me to fuck you like this?”

Soap was smirking at you, and you just knew he had a bad idea. Then again, when didn’t he? Bad ideas were kind of his thing. When he wasn’t being a genius in the military. 

“So, bonnie, I found myself having a wee idea,” Oh no, “What if ye tied a bow ‘round m’ cock?” He had to be joking.  You glared at him, raising your brows with a scoff. 

“Nae bonnie, donnae give me tha’ look. I just know ye will be slobberin’ all o’er it once it’s finished,”

Unfortunately for you, he was right. As you sat on your knees between his thighs you felt arousal building within you. His thick, weeping cock looked heavenly in general, and somehow even better with the silly little bow wrapped around the girthy base. 

You ran the pad of your thumb along the underside, scooping up precum and sucking it off, earning a hiss from him. His taste was sweet and salty, and while realistically you knew the bow didn’t change his semen, you couldn’t help but think-

“Think the bow makes you taste better,” you smirked. 

“Tha’ so? Ye saying I’m not always bloody delightful to have in yer mouth?” he countered, not accepting your backhanded compliment in the slightest. 

You shook your head, “Fucking nasty, Johnny,” you grinned as you finally took him into your mouth. 

He moaned instantly, bucking his hips shamelessly into your mouth, “C’mon bonnie, bloody hell. Jus’ like tha’,”

Alejandro never thought that he would allow someone to do this to him. Never in a million years. But then again, he never thought he’d meet anyone quite like you.  

You who wormed your way into his heart, made it flutter with something beautiful and new. You who made him fight harder to stay alive just so he could see you again. You with your puppy dog eyes as you asked to put a bow around his cock. 

“Anything for you, cariño,”

The giddy look on your face made it worth it. Smiling up at him as you stroked his cock gently, almost teasing him. 

You leaned down to cover the head in kitten licks, maintaining eye contact with him. You moved to slowly drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, something which had him fisting the sheets he sat upon. 

“So pretty for me,” he whispered, grazing your cheek with a calloused thumb. You smiled under his praise, one hand still stroking the base. 

“I think you’re ready,” you grinned, grabbing the ribbon. 

You fastened it around the thickest part of his member- the base. You cut the ribbon with the scissors you had set nearby and then admired your work. 

“It looks pretty,” you mused to yourself. 

“Aye, it does. Almost as pretty as your face ‘round me, amore. Care to give papi a show?” 

Rodolfo always knew that once he fell in love he would let his partner do anything to him. Whether it be painting his nails or tying a bow around his cock. 

Today, the latter was happening. 

He was sat pretty in the middle of the couch, slacks down to his ankles and thighs spread. His hair was mussed from when you ran your hands through it while you were kissing- right before you asked him about the bow. 

Safe to say he looked mind-blowingly beautiful. 

Your hand was firm around his firm cock, spreading a delicious mix of precum and spit along his shaft, from the cherry red tip to the mahogany brown base. His hands were digging into the couch as you held eye contact with him, leaning down to kiss his tip. 

Teasingly, you removed your hand from his cock, eliciting a groan from him as you licked your hand clean. The concoction was sweet on your tongue. His pearly cum was always saccharine, overpowering the taste of anything else. 

“Ready baby?” you asked and he nodded. 

“Please, amor,”

You smiled, grabbing the ribbon and fastening it around the red and swollen tip of his cock. Precum oozed over the ribbon in greedy amounts, making your mouth water. You needed another taste of him more than you needed to breathe, and you knew he’d always let you. 

“Fuck, Rudy-“ you moaned, “-gonna make such a mess of you,”

Graves, ever a smug bastard, had a cheeky response to your little question. 

“Sure can, sweets, but it’s gonna take a whole lotta ribbon to fit ‘round my cock.”

Worst part was that he was right. 

You had Phillip bare and spread on your shared bed as you kneeled between his thighs. His muscular, strong thighs that you loved to lay on and ride. Although that’s not what you were doing now. 

Instead, one hand circled his thick cock, stroking it up and down greedily. Your other hand massaged his full balls as you watched his face for any minor or minuscule reaction. 

The average person could see he was enjoying himself, but not how you could. You saw the glint in his eyes that meant he didn’t want you to stop- even when he knew you were going to. You also saw how his hands clenched and unclenched slightly at his sides, a subtle thing he does when he wants your mouth. You’re not even sure if he’s aware he does it. 

You grinned, “Let me put on the bow first, then I’ll suck you off,”

“Promise?”

You laughed, stopping your ministrations to pick up the ribbon from next to you. The ribbon wrapped around his girth beautifully. 

The sight was so pretty, you just had your lean down and give his tip a little kiss. 

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. You promised to use more of your pretty mouth than tha’.”

Farah wasn’t sure if she’d seen anything prettier than you kneeling between her thighs, kissing and kneading them. You kissed every inch of skin where the harness of her lime green strap dug into her flesh. 

You loved her muscular thighs and how they tensed when you bit them, only to relax when you dragged your  sharp nails over the skin. 

You looked up at Farah through long lashes, “Wanna taste you,” you whimpered. You hungered for her sweet cunt, wanted to eat her out and make her cum over and over again before she fucked you on her strap. 

“Yeah? I thought you wanted to put a bow on my first?” she smirked. 

That got your attention, you had completely forgot why you were in this position to begin with. 

You grabbed the ribbon, tying it prettily around Farah’s strap. The pink and green complemented her skin tone wonderfully, and made your mouth water. You whimpered at the sight before taking the tip in your mouth. 

“That’s it, good baby,” she praised, sending a heat to your cheeks. 

“Always such a good little slut for me,” you moaned around her cock at the filthy words. You moaned because she was oh so right. 

You grabbed a handful of her hips and used the leverage to pull yourself down on her cock. 

Your eyes watered as you took the silicone cock as far down your throat as you could. You choked but didn’t stop, couldn’t. You needed to be good for her. 

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[heartlittledesires]

I MADE MY FIRST EVER GIF (GIF BY ME)

If he keep staring at me like that...

I'm very very very in love with this man it's not even funny anymore

[konigsblog]

virginity loss

alejandro x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist. (day 6)

warnings: soft, slow sex and gentle love making. teasing and virginity loss. dom!alejandro x virgin!f!reader.

telling alejandro you were a virgin for the first time felt almost humilating. you expected to be judged, mocked or laughed at for explaining that you'd never been fucked before, or ever made love. but, he shocked you — by smiling and holding your hand tightly, giving a few squeezes and whispering lowly in your ear.

“está bien, paloma. lo tomaré despacio.” (that's alright, dove. i'll take it slow.) he muttered quietly in your ear, taking you to the bedroom in bridal style while peppering your faces with soft kisses.

and, although, he teased you, he didn't make you uncomfortable. asking you if you liked what he was doing, and making small jokes to brighten your mood. his face buried in your neck, your sweet essence familiar to alejandro. soft hair between his fingers as he nestled them into your hair, slow and sloppy thrusts making you moan and arch your back.

your walls tightened around him, soft sounds of pleasure making your eyes glossy and causing you to bite your lip through desperation. two fingertips rubbed at your sensitive clit in circles, small and soothing circles making you gasp, his hand replacing yours as he praised you for taking him so well.

“aren't you doing so well, princess?” alejandro asked, kissing your temple as he fucked his lengthy dick further into your pussy. sloppy and full. he didn't ram or rut, instead, grinding his way inside, his leaking tip nudging against your cervix.

alejandro took it slow. sensual words making you closer to your orgasm, and those loud moans encouraging him to continue. you came around him, thick veiny cock covered in sweet cum, and your bodies glistening with sweat. spurting ropes of his load all over your stomach, forehead to forehead.

[icarustypicalfall]

December

Alejandro Vargas x reader

masterpost • Ao3

Summary: And only when you feel like there is nothing left, you'll find me waiting for you, I'll make it feel like home.

Or

Where Alejandro comes home, because home is you.

Warnings: SFW, bath scene, sweet fluff <3

Note: I die for the unsexual ways of showing intimacy. I tried a new style, not really sure of it, but i just love this trope; where A washes B's hair and takes care of them in a non sexual way, and they are both comfortable and happy :( <3

“Be still my foolish heart

Don't ruin this on me”

The journey from the base to home was long, uncomfortable, and, above all, tiring. Alejandro shifted, letting out a deep sigh as he rubbed his eyes, careful not to touch the still numb cut on his forehead.

The medics had urged him to get his wounds stitched up, or at the very least, checked. But he dismissed it as pointless, with only one thing on his mind: coming home to you.

As soon as the debriefing ended, he hopped into the nearest car, beckoning Rudy and some other vaqueros to join him. A younger member, barely awake, asked, "Where are we going, colonel?" Alejandro gazed at the purple sky with a knowing smile and replied, "Home."

Home.

Alejandro was the colonel, but that didn't mean he didn't care. If anything, he was the exact opposite. He checked on every member, praising some and ordering others to go straight to their family houses to rest. Los Vaqueros were his family, he celebrated their joy and grieved their sorrow as his own.

Even in his most exhausted moments, Alejandro never forgot about his long-time friend and second in command, Rudy. He made sure Rudy reached his family, sain et sauf after every mission, as he had done for the past twenty years.

Alejandro sighed, stopping at the side of the road to check his phone after the last vaquero had left. The background was a selfie of you and him, licking ice cream under the moonlit sky.

You never understood why he liked this picture so deerly, he's been gazing at it for the last two years, whenever he was away from you. As if your sweet smile comforted him and buried his dark thoughts somewhere only you knew.

If anything, it was a sweet picture, tongues out, wide grins, your hair sticking to your foreheads, a proof of the swimming session you two had beforehand.

He remembered it perfectly—the day you got married. Instead of going home, he insisted on going to the beach to have your own celebration. It was surprisingly warm and deserted. Time didn't matter to you—three in the morning. You danced, swirled, and swam in the dark water with your dress on.

To hell with makeup and his suit.

All you wanted was a laugh and a kiss under the moonlit sky. And you never found it lacking, not once, after meeting him.

You were both madly in love. Two fools swimming in an ocean of sanity and adoration. You completed each other. You longed for each other.

Alejandro reached home after the long journey. His muddy boots left traces on the doorstep as he fumbled for his keys, trying to be discreet. It was almost midnight, and he didn't want to wake you—or any of the neighbors.

Before the key even grazed the hole, the door slowly unlocked.

You gazed at Alejandro with a calm smile on your face and uttered, "Welcome home, colonel."

You were silent, still. Gazing at the astonished man. You promised, never quitting this habit of waiting for him.

He complained, nonsense about how you should rest and let him surprise you and bla-bla-bla.

You didn't give in his pleas, not even once.

You were always waiting at the doorstep, every ounce in your body craved a glimpse of your beloved husband.

Alejandro grinned, stepping inside and letting his bag fall to his side. His arms found their way to your sides, sweeping you off your feet and crashing you into his chest as he murmured, feeling a sense of peace wash over him, “Mi mondo… mi todo...”

The embrace was a burning fire, melting both of you into one. Alejandro closed the door with a kick of his heel, slowly stepping into the warm flat.

You cupped his cheek, running your thumb over the cut on his temple. He winced slightly, his eyes shutting before he uttered, "It's nothing...mi amor."

You shook your head, knowing his stubbornness was just a cover to hide his pain. Not because he was afraid of being vulnerable to you, he simply didn't want you to worry. He wished for you to live your ultimest youth, without a single cloud of onus to disturb your shining sun and skies.

You were a Phoenix to him, healing every scar and cut with your gentle touch and soft whispers.

"Come with me."

You guided him upstairs to the bathroom.

The room was hot, steamy with fog clouds floating around you. The black marbelic walls were covered with small beads of water vapor, slowly racing down to the ground.

Alejandro leaned against the door, resting his against the hard material with a long and tired sigh.

You checked the water temperature, motioning for him to climb in the tub. He steeped closer, gazing at the surface of the colorless liquid. His face emerged, and he couldn't help but chuckle. He cupped your cheeks, smiling wearily. "Mi amor, you didn't have to..."

"I wanted to..."

You ran him a warm bath, filled with devotion to the brim.

Just the way he liked it, with oils and conditioner that he enjoyed smelling on you. Alejandro adored every detail about you. Somehow, you had captured his mind and soul within your hands. Your little gestures only served to deepen his affection.

You helped him take off his dirty, blood-soaked clothes—thankfully not his own. The military uniform fell to the floor, followed by his torn shirt. He sighed deeply, shivering slightly as your hands trailed over his scarred skin, the cold sensation leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He remembered when he brought you to the beach, embarrassed about his battle scars, thinking you'd be disgusted by the cuts on his skin. But instead, you cradled his flesh with merciful tenderness, Washing away his worries through kisses scattered on his back. He held back his tears, letting you heal his skin and carve a lasting memory in his mind.

Back to reality, Alejandro smiled at you, his eyebrows furrowing in question at your grinning face. He was wearing cat-printed shorts, and you couldn't help but laugh as he blushed slightly.

There was no tension, no other thoughts, not at this moment at the very least. This precious moment was too good, too perfect to be tainted and corrupted by any sin, even if it wasn't a wrongdoing anyway. He saw it no other way, and neither did you. You helped him wash away the weariness of duty, making him feel at home. Could he ask for more?

Alejandro slowly submerged himself under the water, his head lazily resting on the edge of the tub. He gazed at you, silently observing your every movement. He missed this, missed you deeply. No words could express how desperately he longed for your presence.

You held the shampoo bottle, scooping some product into your hands before lathering it into his now wet hair. He shivered, letting out a contented sigh. You massaged his shoulders, washing away the aches of war and leaving nothing but love that cascaded down his shoulders like honey.

Silence filled the house, the only sounds audible were the hushed breaths he took and the occasional dripping of water from the sink. Finally, wrapped in a large towel and smelling of fresh grass and vanilla, Alejandro sat on the edge of the tub as you searched for band-aids in the small box. He chuckled wearily as you placed a green plaster on his temple.

Standing between his legs, you cupped his face, examining his very being before whispering silently, "I love you, thank you for coming back."

Taken aback, he kissed you, your lips intertwining in a gentle embrace of madness before he uttered, "Thank you for waiting, mi todo."

It was around 2 am, as you lay in bed. The scent of warm chumpurados filled the room, igniting in his soul and heart a longing for home. But, would he complain? He was indeed at home, for his heart and mind resided with you.

Alejandro placed his mug on the nightstand before resting his head on your thigh. You ran your fingers through his dark locks, gently caressing his hair.

Alejandro leaned in, murmuring nonsensical words against your limb. His gratitude was beyond imagination. Without you, he would be lost, despondent. He found his missing piece with you, you little thief, stealing his heart and claiming it as your own. He didn't mind in the slightest, willing to sacrifice his very essence for your sake.

Silently, you asked, "Is something on your mind, mi amor?"

He whispered instantly, his fingers intertwining with your form in a tenderness that would make the clouds shy away. "You... mi cielo."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you broke the silence once more. "I know, mi amor. I meant, is there anything bothering you?"

"No. Nothing at all.. when I am with you, I am so much happier…”

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

I would love to see some tooth rotting fluff with Alejandro Vargas!😩😍 I absolutely love your writing and can’t wait to see what you come up with!! Congrats on 5K!!❤️❤️

—Hold Me Longer

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Mornings spent in the sanctity of warm sunlight and bare skin.] ❞

His head rests on your chest, and through his hair, your fingers travel in slow, steady, intervals. In this room where the both of you rest, light seeps in through the curtains to connect with bare skin—a waking morning just peeking its eyes over the horizon as the stars and moon disappear. Yet in these walls, the magic of night still remains in the way Alejandro’s breath cascades over your flesh; your own ruffling the very hair you caress. 

The man grumbles, arms around your waist tightening as he groans awake. When he feels what you’re doing, he sighs and settles back down, squeezing your body as your legs spread down at his sides. The sheets rustle, tangled below. 

Neither of you finds a need to speak, and as you continue your appreciation of his soft, dark tendrils, lips press into your collarbone in even motions; digging deep as stubble grinds against your flesh. 

Alejandro hums, practically purring, as you drag your nails over his scalp.

“Good morning to you, too, Vida Mía,” the man teases you, a smile felt along your thin skin over the bone. His tone is laced with sleep. 

You shiver under him at the feeling of his vocal cords—the low scrape of words, taking in his warmth as you murmur in your throat. 

“Do you have to leave?” You ask, fatigue in your voice. 

He moves upward and presses his lips into the stoop of your neck, after a moment he shakes his head, making a small noise.

“No, not today,” Alejandro smirks, and you feel it as your eyes flutter, tilting your head to the side as he shifts his body farther up your own; that sliding of skin and heavy muscle. “Today, I’m all yours, eh?” 

Lips return to your neck, and your fingers tighten on the man’s hair, pulling with tired limbs. Your breath hitches as a soft nip is leveled at your pulse, a nose pushing into your heated flesh.

A soft smile makes its way over your face. “Any plans, then?” 

Alejandro chuckles deeply, his chest hitting yours. He moves his head to kiss the side of your lips. 

“Ah,” he breathes, sagging once more back into you as the morning grows the slightest bit brighter. “All of my plans are right in front of me.” The man’s head slots into your shoulder, and into you he mutters with a low tone as he sighs through a smirk. 

“Hold me longer.” You let your face nuzzle into his head, eyelids slipping shut once more. 

“Deal.” 

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[luvverslair]

Headcanons on what romance tropes you think COD (plus Alex Keller, Graves, Rudy, and Alejandro) characters and their significant other would fall under/be?

hi !! thank you for requesting this !! i have so many ideas for this !!

Price: friends to lovers, I think when Y/n first met Price they became good friends. After a while, they both started to come to the realization there was something more there, something much more. After a few awkward weeks, they both finally acted on it.

Ghost: frenemies to lovers. just hear me out when you and Ghost first met whenever you did something to put yourself in danger whether it was something small like forgetting to charge your phone or something bigger like going out alone and walking home in the dark he would scold you. however, after a while, he began to realize why he cared so much because he couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to you.

Soap: Best friends to lovers, simalr to Price i know but it was as simple as you two being inspratable since the moment you met and being the closest of friends and then one day Something clicked, something that showed your relationship was much more then best friends. Whether it both clicked for you at the same time Is up for debate But at some point in time it became clear to the both of you and releionship hasn't been the same since.

Gaz: Soulmates. Not overly exaggerating at all,You and Gaz met one day and from then on you both knew it was meant to be. You were both equally infatuated with each other and there was no changing that. While it’s not always the best decision to run into relationships within the first week of you guys talking you were in a relationship and it’s been that way ever since.

Alex: Coworkers to Lovers, I recently wrote about Alex falling in love with someone he worked with and honestly, I think it fits perfectly. When you both met each other it was decently clear there was something There, but as you Both spent more time together at work you then started spending time together outside of work which really open both of your eyes to your true feelings for each other.

Alejandro: Secrect relationship, you and Alejandro had been seeing each other for quite some time, the only problem was you liked to keep that fact to yourselves. You both had insanely chaotic lives and you liked coming home to eachother and letting all your worries wash away, you like how that time you spent together for only for you two and you two only.

Rudy: Love at first sight, when you both laid eyes on each other it was immediately crystal clear your love for each other, you both found one another the most precious thing in your lives. You almost instantly hit it off with one another and from then on it was adamant you’d be together forever.

Graves: Oppisties Attract, You and Graves were opposites. From your view of the world down to what television shows you liked there was almost nothing you could agree on, almost nothing. The one thing you could both one hundred percent agree on was your love for one another, while you might disagree on things you’ll never disagree when it comes to how much you care for one another.

ahh i had so much fun writing this, thank you again for requesting And as always id love any feedback anyone has !! thanks for reading.

luv, luvver

[lefttoesucker]

*Throws this at you and runs away cutely*

The card in question:

I hope y'all know this one

[obsessivelullabies]

Yan! Alejandro headcanons please 🥺

alejandro is one of the more intense yanderes. he’s extremely jealous, possessive and obsessive.

he knows everything about you. he’s studied you and your mannerisms. alejandro gives you lots of gifts, red roses, sweets, books, clothes, shoes, whatever suits your fancy, he’ll buy it for you.

every free moment alejandro has, he spends with you. he loves you so much, he needs to be around you. he knows you’re perfect for him.

his clinginess is attributed to how protective and jealous he is. he’s always worried someone’s going to hurt you or take you. alejandro would lose his mind if someone ever hurt you. he would do anything to defend you, no matter how horrific the act is. anything for you.

alejandro loves to show you off and talk about you. constantly bragging about you and your achievements. besides, you’re so gorgeous, he needs everyone to know it.

he’ll definitely want to marry you fast, he’s always wanted a big family and a lovely spouse, he wants that with you and only you.

his love language is physical touch. alejandro will constantly have his arm around your waist, holding your hand, kissing your forehead or your lips.

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[blingblong55]

It would've been sweet- Alejandro Vargas

In which you and him were in a relationship and he leaves you for his ex, Valeria Garza.

F!Reader, angst, cheating

A/N: voted 2/3 to be next...so here ya go :)

7 years and 3 months, thats how long it this love lasted. Three years ago, Alejandro had found out his ex, Valeria Garza was the one who was running the Las Almas cartel, she was El Sin Nombre. And every night, he'd come home, cursing her, telling you how much he hated that woman. And then he'd tell you how much he loved you. How happy he was you weren't like her.

You met him 9 years ago, told him you weren't ready for a relationship. And he waited, sat with you patiently as the day where he could have you would soon arrive. At nights, he'd go to your place, sneaking past your guard dog like he was some teenager in love. Throw rocks at your window and then stand there, snacks in hand, "let me in, please." the door would later unlock. The neighbours complained about him. He would serenade you once a month, brought Rudy along to hold a speaker whilst he sang along to the lyrics. You would laugh a little as you watched him over do his words.

The night you let him take you on a date was pure bliss. He knew you finally caved in, rest assure he would let this date last for years to come. He always asked you out on dates, but you always said no. "Porfavor, just once." You looked at him, "...fine," a small smile on you. Truth be told, you wanted him all along, but wanted to see how far he took it and it was proved he was willing to stay even if you didn't want him around. As that first date came to and end, it was clear he wanted to ask for another.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek as he walked you to your doorstep, "Good night, ale, thank you for tonight." you walked inside, the bouquet of flowers in hand, Pink tulips. "Good night, chula." he says and watches you close the door. He chuckles to himself, what a night that was. As he made way back to his car, he called Rudy, "She kissed my cheek! Thank you for the advice, hermano." A victorious night that was.

"Can I be your boyfriend? Can I have that privilege?" A smiled creeped up on you, your arms around him, "yes!.." It was the question you so long waited for since that first date.

7 years and 2 months later from that first month as an actual couple and now you stand there, empty handed as he walks with Valeria in hand.

1 year ago, that is when the beginning of his love affair and the beginning of the downfall of you two started. He saw Valeria, she was alone, was only there to confront her and arrest her. But then she called him by the old nickname. From then on, he would have more 'missions' to go on. Rudy didn't even known of such affair, which only made things more dangerous and fun for them both.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know I left dinner in the oven, just in case you come home late. Love you!" you left a voicemail just like every single night when he was gone. And like always he didn't respond. "I know you are probably busy, so I just wanted to wish you the best of luck! Be safe out there, love you!"

The thought of him cheating never came across your mind, you felt so secure in the relationship and you knew he wanted you from the very beginning, the way he kissed you over and over when he was home. It was as if he hadn't just left her bed and arms.

The day you walked in on him and her in your shared bedroom, all those clues hit you harder. "Ale?" your voice hinting at the pain this view brought, "r/n, ...mi amor..." his eyes widened. You were supposed to be on a trip with your friends, not to come back for another day. You walked out, ran to your car and drove away, the ring he was supposed to give you burning in the pocket of his trousers that were laid on the ground.

"Now that she is out of the picture," Valeria kissed his shoulder but he moved away. "It's best if you leave." His past actions now bringing in the regret he would sure live with for the rest of his days. The rest of the night you drove, only pulled over to let the pain set in. Alejandro didn't know where you were, sent los vaqueros to look for you, but you were nowhere to be seen. This only made him worry more.

After Valeria left what was once a home, he sat on the bed. Phone on hand as he listened to the voicemails you left while he indulged in his sins. "Hi! Just wanted you to know I miss you and that I hope you are safe wherever you are!" You were so oblivious to the thought of him cheating which only pained him more. He cried when he heard your voice, listened to all your voicemails.

"Heard it'll rain today, if need be I can drop off your uniform for this weather," why were you always so attentive to him? It's funny, he fell for you first but you fell harder, always blushing at the sight of him, like a little girl. All you did for him, small portions of your love for him and how did he pay you back? Cheating, breaking your heart, his promises, ruining the one thing in this world that he cared for the most, the only good thing left for him as a soldier.

One thing is for sure, he wouldn't have you. No more I love you's, cuddles during rainy season, out of nowhere kisses, those puppy eyes you made, how you mumbled in your sleep and especially no more you.

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now.

A/N: I dreamed this happened to me, I woke up crying...(i'm heavyly delulu)

[sillystargirll]

What a Glow

cw: Pregnancy kink & sex, tit kink, slight use of Spanish words, slight use of Y/N

characters: Fem reader, Alejandro Vargas

"Oh mija your glowing, I can't wait for my grandbaby to just be here." you hear Alejandro's mother cried in happiness. which makes Alejandro smiles, he wraps a hand around you, pulling you closer to him while his other hand reaches to soothe your big belly.

"Gracias, suegra" you responded with a smiled, Alejandro looked at you admiring your face. Over the months your face is somehow so much more beautiful. You’re always beautiful– But in the past six months Alejandro has found a different beauty in you.

“Let’s not waste too much time. I made your favorite, mija” Alejandro's mother stands up, and you both rise as well. You go to the table and take a seat, your mouth watering at the food that’s ready to be served.

You and Alejandro had decided to stay over at his parents' house for the weekend. Alejandro and you lived on the outskirts of las alamas which was a couple of hours from the city.  so it’s not ideal to visit them and go back home the same day because in the end you’re both exhausted. His parents have bugged you and him to spend more time with them before you have your son, and here you are.

While you eat, there’s some light conversation that fills up the space. And although Alejandro is usually talkative, tonight he’s quiet. He keeps looking at you, his eyes glued to your belly. His hand goes to your thigh and he leaves it there for the rest of the dinner. you raised an eyebrow but didn't question it.

After dinner, you helped clean up the table and wash dishes with your mother-in-law. you head upstairs to the shared room you and Alejandro share. Upon opening the door Alejandro is sitting on the edge of the bed .looking around his old room and then looking at him. You walk over to your bag to grab a nightgown you brought.

You take off your shirt, and his eyes nearly go wide. He’s salivating at the sight. He shifts uncomfortably with the erection that’s in his pants. He can control himself with the sight in front of him, right? He can’t just fuck you at his parents' house. That wouldn’t be decent.

"are you okay babe?'You ask. He slightly nods, but you’re not convinced. You walk over to him and take a seat next to him. You don’t know what you’re doing to him by just sitting down next to him. You put your hand on his back, and he’s doing his best to look at your face, and not at anything else. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

"I do, mi amor.." He tells you, his eyes staring at your cleavage. The dirtiest thoughts go through his mind, and he hopes that with a simple peck, it’ll go away. So he kisses your cheek, hoping that all obscene thoughts will go away. He pulls away, and the thoughts have somehow become even more intense… Or perhaps he has lost all sense because how is a simple kiss going to erase the dirty thoughts that consume his mind?

You put your free hand over his, looking at his eyes. You notice how he’s looking at your breasts, a reminder that you’re sitting down with no shirt, just your bra. He’s so focused… You watch him lick his lips, and you sincerely don’t know how to help the man out. He finally meets your gaze, “What would you do if I told you the problem?”

“That we’re at my parents’ house and we can’t do that here.” You lower your voice, getting up from the bed to take off your pants. Now you stand in front of him, just in your underwear which doesn’t help his case. He stands up, taking a few steps towards you before hugging you from behind, his hands resting on your belly.

“I can be quiet… I promise I will be. It’ll be quick and rewarding for both of us.” He begins and doesn’t wait for an answer as one hand goes to your back to unhook your bra, while the other goes down to your panties. He kisses your neck. “It’ll be so quick, mi amor…”

"A-Alejandro." You say, feeling as if his fingertips burn your skin not realizing that it’s your own body temperature rising at the thought of fucking your husband. You’ve been so undeniably horny which is a side effect of your pregnancy, one that Alejandro loves. He pushes your panties down, and they easily fall to the floor. Next thing you know, your bra is on the floor as well. He kisses your neck again before his lips go up to your ear.

“Verte embarazada de mi hijo realmente me tiene alterado... ¿Puedes culparme?” He whispers. And the next thing you know, you’re on top of him on the bed, his upper body lifting a bit so his mouth latches on one of your nipples while his hand plays with the other.

You know why Alejandro chose this position, and it isn’t because he wants to have your engorged tits on his face… Although it doesn’t hurt. He just wants to feel your sweet cunt for longer because sex is so much slower when you’re riding him. Sure he wants quick sex but he wants to enjoy it as long as possible.

Maybe you would have protested because you know why he wants this, but horniness has taken over your mind. You’re thinking of the pants that are on the floor of the bedroom. Your hand is aligning his erect cock with your entrance. 

You slowly push yourself down on his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you take every inch. You’re trying to keep quiet, reminding yourself that your in-laws are two doors down in the same house. The door is locked but you don’t want them to know what you’re doing with your husband. It’s hard to keep quiet though with his cock inside of you and him sucking on your tits. Maybe if it was one or the other, not both at the same time.

You feel the vibrations of his moans as he feels how good your pussy feels around him, how you’re slowly moving on his dick. Kento loves fucking you, but now that you’re pregnant, your cunt just feels so much different. It’s great. While he’s at work all he can think about is burying his cock deep inside you and fucking you into oblivion. And he’s always had occasional lewd thoughts about you while at work, but not intense as this.

You feel the vibrations of his moans as he feels how good your pussy feels around him, how you’re slowly moving on his dick. Alejandro loves fucking you, but now that you’re pregnant, your cunt just feels so much different. It’s great. While he’s at work all he can think about is burying his cock deep inside you and fucking you into oblivion. And he’s always had occasional lewd thoughts about you while at work, but not intense as this.

“Fuck-” You moan, your voice very low. You remember His parents are in the house so you can’t be as loud as you want, but that awareness is slowly fading as you move. Your mind begins to get foggy, just thinking of one thing and one thing only.

Alejandro detaches himself from your nipple, finally laying back down on the bed, just watching as you struggle with your pregnant belly to move on him. You’re so slow, but he doesn’t mind. The longer he’s inside of you, the happier he is. 

He barely can see what’s happening, but he knows his cock is coated with your juices. He doesn’t know why, but since the beginning of your pregnancy it’s happened. In the end, after orgasming, it would’ve happened but now you’re not even halfway done and his cock is already like this.

“Eres tan Linda,bebe” Alejandro coos, watching as you struggle to move. Your hands go to his chest to hold on for support. He’s enjoying himself watching you. But he’s such a sweet caring husband, that he has to help you.

He begins to thrust his hips, biting his bottom lip to not make any noises while he clearly picks up speed. One hand is on your belly while the other is over your mouth. Now, he wouldn’t be such a bad husband that he’d let his parents hear as you get fucked, would he?

“Ah, eso , cariño.” He groans, feeling as you tighten around him. He hears muffled moans as your orgasm approaches. It’s just too much for you to take… It’s so good but it’s so much.

Your eyes shut. Your body shakes as your orgasm takes over, a really loud moan leaving your lips which is thankfully muffled by your husband.

You feel even more amazing now, that he’s thinking of slowing himself down to not come yet. He wants to make this last longer, and he knows the moment he comes he won’t feel your cunt again until you leave.

So he doesn’t take his opportunity to come and he slows his thrusts. He just wants to watch as his pregnant wife, with his hand over her mouth, takes his cock.

"QUE PASO?!" There’s a knock on the door, making Alejandro come to a complete stop. You both stare at each other wide-eyed. "We heard something slamming into the wall."

“Uh… Yeah!” You yell back. “It must be the neighbors! Damn, they’re loud!”

[headcanonenthusiast]

Alejandro Vargas NSFW headcanons

This was made with gender-neutral readers in mind.

Ladies, gentleman and everyone in-between, it's him. It's forehead man.

Alejandro is so FINE tho 😍 I'm so excited to be doing headcanons for this man. I'd learn Spanish just for him tbh.

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His hands are absolutely glued to your hips the whole time.

-He gets the widest, most shit-eating grin whenever he manages to hit your g-spot.

-"Listen to those moans. Fuck, is that it? Is that the spot right there, amor?"

-Very confident in the fact that he can make you scream. In fact, he wants you to be loud.

-"Thats it, scream for me. Grita mi nombre. God, the neighbors must be so jealous of me because they aren't the ones making you scream."

-Edges you a lot tbh. Getting to cum immediately w/ him is kinda rare.

-If you make him jealous by talking to someone else, or if you guys just haven't been able to spend time together, he's more likely to edge you for longer.

-"Don't start whining, hermosa/o. You asked for this. Why were you talking to them anyways, hm? Why waste your time on someone like that when you have me?"

-Even if you were just talking to a friend innocently or something, chances of Alejandro's jealousy rising is high.

-He trusts you not to cheat on him, he knows you love him, but that doesn't stop him from being a tiny bit jealous anyway. And that jealously and possessiveness totally seeps into your sex life.

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard and yall already know it's thick af ( lord.have.mercy🙏🙏🙏🙏)

-The sex is either passionate and rougher or passionate and gentler depending on the mood. But, it's always super passionate. His attention is focused entirely on you, with much deeper strokes if it's gentler.

-Marks you up a lot and doesn't really care who sees them. He wants people to know that you're his.

-"There we go. Look at how pretty your neck is, covered with my hickeys."

-And if you try to wear something that covers the marks, he'll carefully pull it right off of you.

-"No, no. Don't hide the marks, cariño. Why would you be ashamed of showing off how good I make you feel?"

-Will not hesitant to spank you if he doesn't like how you're acting. Slaps your ass and even your pussy/cock with every word he says.

-"Don't use that fucking tone with me. Who do you think you are?"

-Makes you count every slap. If you lose count, he'll start right over and much more harshly. (My dyscalculic ass could never 💀)

-I just know that his ideal introduction to sex is very romantic. Like, candlelight dinner followed by slow dancing that escalates into him carrying you to bed kinda romantic.

-At the end of the day, Alejandro just wants to be close to you. He dislikes quickies for the fact that he wants to spend time and take his time with you. To Alejandro, there's no greater pleasure than the ability to make his partner feel good.

-Will totally worship your body if you're insecure about it. If you ever come to him with your insecurities, his mindset changes from fucking you until the bed breaks to making the sweetest, most tender love imaginable.

-"Aw, look at this body. This gorgeous fucking body. You're crazy for being insecure about all of this."

-"Do you have any idea how many times this body's made me cum? Dios, the thought of this body, the thought of your pussy/dick is enough to make me cum."

-Will also gently massage your thighs as they hug his hips while making love, no matter how big or small they are.

-"Dios mío, these thighs...tan jodidamente increíble."

-Demands that you tell him how amazing you are.

-"Say it, baby. Tell me how beautiful/handsome you are."

-And if you refuse? He'll just keep asking you to, threatening to pull out and not let you finish if you don't.

-"That's not what I asked, mi vida. Say it for me, say how amazing and sexy you are. No dejaré que te corras si no lo haces."

-But the best thing about sex w/ Alejandro if you're feeling insecure and do everything he says? He always let's you cum. Never edges you like he normally would. It's probably because he's not nearly as focused on himself and his own pleasure as he normally would be.

-Enjoys gently cumming inside of you during more gentle sex. Prefers cumming on your pussy/ass/dick or even your chest/belly if it's rougher, though.

-Often shuts his eyes as he finishes, fingers digging into your skin before his grip loosens and his eyes are glued to your face once more. He chuckles while showering your face in kisses, voice hushed and satisfied.

-"Dios mío, that was amazing. Can't believe I'm with someone as wonderful as you, mi amor."

-Almost always hopes you'll agree to taking a bath with him. Like I said, he's all about romantic intercourse, and there's nothing more romantic to Alejandro than getting to wash your body of the mess you've both created.

-And then you're gonna both fall asleep, Alejandro's strong arms wrapped tightly around you while he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders, whispering praises and adoring words.

-Oh, and he usually tries to stay up later than you. Why? Because the look on your face after sex, all satisfied and at total peace, makes him feel accomplished and happy for making you feel good.

Translations: (apologies if anything is inaccurate, online translators can only get you so far :()

Cariño=sweetheart/honey

Amor=love

Hermosa/o=beautiful

Mi vida=my life

Dios/Dios mío=God/my God

Grito mi nombre=Yell out my name

Tan jodidamente increíble=So fucking incredible

No dejaré que te corras si no lo haces=I won't let you cum if you don't

Alejandro has my ❤. He's just so.. 😍

Really enjoyed doing headcanons for him! You can probably tell that I had way more ideas for Alejandro than I did for Gaz (I'm so sorry Gaz enjoyers 😭). I've also intended to do Alejandro for a while, before even Ghost or König. I just did those two first since ik how popular they are.

I'll be doing more headcanons soon, probably more SFW ones, too, because I only have like 2 SFW headcanons on my page 😔.

Feel free to give me suggestions for who to do next!

[xxshadowbabexx]

I NEED READER CHEATING ON SOAP AS REVENGE, I WILL NOT BE A CUCK QUEEN!!!! ALSO FUCK READERS BESTFRIEND WHAT A CUNT

My Heart’s Yours (Behind Closed Doors)

Warnings: infidelity (soap is cheating on reader, so reader cheats on soap with alejandro), smut, cunnilingus, p in v, unprotected sex, language, soft sex, sex with feelings, cum eating, brief aftercare, enthusiastic consent

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Your boyfriend was such a whore. Downright cunty and not the good kind. The kind that made you want to break dishes and burn his clothes. 

The kind that made you want to call up his mom and tell her he’s a joke. Maybe you were petty, but you were pretty sure he deserved it. 

He didn’t kiss you how Alejandro did. He didn’t hold you like this and whisper meaningful sweet nothings in your ear. 

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish was a lot of things, but he could never be Alejandro Vargas. 

You were on your way to his room now, a late night bootycall after Soap left you disappointed yet again. You’re not even sure why you stuck with Soap. Your heart (and vagina) were all in on Alejandro. Maybe you wanted Soap to realize you were something, and then you could leave him. 

You knocked on Alejandro’s door once before ducking in. You found his room dark, with candles lighting up every corner, and were those rose petals on the bed? What a sap you loved it. 

Alejandro walked out of the bathroom (he had been shaving himself for you). He walked up to you, placing his hands on your hips, careful not to accidentally touch your ass before you gave explicit permission. What a gentleman. 

He leaned forward to kiss your cheek, “how are you, mi amor?” he asked gently, breath ghosting along your face. 

You smiled as you leaned into his touch, “‘m alright. Better now,”

“¿Puedo besarte?” he asks and you nod, letting his lips mold into yours. His hand moves to cradle your jaw as he nips your bottom lip and you moan into the kiss. 

“Alejo, please,” you whispered into the kiss and he heard you. 

“¿Por favor, que?” 

“Touch me, Alejandro,” and well, who was he to deny you?

He gently guided you to lie back on his bed, and he covered your neck in kisses, moving down towards your core. He pressed one last kiss to your clothed heat before looking at you from between your thighs. 

“May I undress you, amor?” and you nodded. 

He moved gently to untie your shoes, setting them on the floor, then he went to undo your trousers. He was careful to kiss each and every inch of skin as it became exposed, cherishing you entirely. 

He moved up to take off your shirt before lifting your black sports-bra over your head. 

“Eres tan jodidamente bonita, cariño,” he gasps as he kisses your collarbone, hands massaging your breasts between his fingers. 

He admires every curve and scarred tissue as he kisses his way down your body, slotting his face between your thighs. 

“Me muero de hambre, amor,” he says as he gives kitten licks to your clit, maintaining eye contact with you. 

It makes your breath hitch as he moves down to circle your hole with his tongue, spelling his name as you curled your fingers into his hair. 

He uses his calloused thumb to circle your clit as he suckled your hole and greedily swallowed your juices. His free hand kneaded the tender flesh of your thighs as you ground yourself into his face. 

He pulled back, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before gazing upon your weeping cunt. 

He truly didn’t mean to tease, noting how you squirmed under his watchful gaze, but to him nothing was more beautiful than the sight of your cunt glistening with slick and spit. He rubbed his hand through your folds, spreading them to see your hole clenching embarrassingly around nothing. 

Much too slowly for your liking, he dragged his pointer finger up before inserting it inside you. His fingers weren’t incredibly thick, but they were dangerously long, something that made them feel all that much better than your own. 

You moan out as the pads of his fingers push against that spongy spot inside you. He smiles at the sound, finally returning to licking at your clit. 

He sucks, sweeter than saccharine, and you revel in the pleasure. It grows continuously in your belly, slowly but surely. And much quicker than it would if it was Soap touching you like this. 

As if he can hear your thoughts, not like you said it out loud, Alejandro pulls back. “Hush love, I don’t want to hear his name come out of your mouth while you’re in my bed,” and with that, he dives back in. 

His mouth latches on your clit, lewd noises echoing off of the wall as he sucks in time with the pace he fingers you. You can feel him moaning into your pussy as you grind into his face. 

The coil tightens in your belly, burning bright before it snaps. You wail, awestruck and jaw slacked as your orgasm ricochets throughout your body. You can feel yourself spitting at the seams, yet he remains sturdy, licking and kissing while sewing you together again. 

You think you might be crying, but you can’t be sure of anything when he’s looking at you like this. Eyes full of pure adoration, affection seeping out of him, and you can see it in the way he licks you clean and massages the underside of your thighs. 

“You did so good for me, cariño,” he whispers as he begins kissing you, slowly and sensually. 

You can taste yourself on his tongue and feel your slick on his face, a sign of how earnestly he pleased you. 

“Need you so bad, Alejo,” you mused, moaning as he groped your chest. 

“Aye, amor, you’ll have me soon I promise. Just wanna kiss you right now, okay?” And kiss you he does. Your mind spins, dizzy at the raw emotion he conveys, something no man could ever give you but him. 

He angles his mouth into yours, tongues dancing across each other, well aquatinted. You moan into his mouth as he drags your bottom lip through your teeth. He didn’t kiss you like he was starving, or like he needed to. He didn’t kiss you as if you were fragile and made of glass. 

He kissed you like he truly saw you. He kissed you as someone he had deep respect for, feelings that were unexplainable, and words would never do. He kissed you like he understood everything Soap was putting you through, like he understood all of the emotional baggage you came with. 

He kissed you like he knew all of it, and loved you just the same. 

And it made you melt. You felt tears slip down your cheeks, only for him to brush them away with a gentle swipe of his thumb. 

“It’s okay, cariño, I’ve got you. Want me to touch you again, love? Love you like you should be?” 

You whimpered as you nodded yes. God yes. He had a way with words that could make you squirm and cry out in joy, and you soaked up every second of it. 

He smiled at your response, gathering your slick to rub against his shaft before spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. 

“Ready for me?” 

“Please,”

And then he was slowly pushing into you. You could feel every inch of him and the wonderful stretch that burned to bright. His eyes never left yours as he moved into you, caressing your sides with his talented hands all while that dazzling smile stayed perched on his lips. 

When he was fully sheathed inside you, you finally felt like you could breathe again. You weren’t sure how you managed to get through the days when he wasn’t deep inside you. The only thing you were sure of was the fact that he felt like home, and he felt it, too. 

He leaned in to kiss your forehead before pulling back, “May I move, mi amor?”

Instead of responding verbally, you thrusted up your hips, grinding the head of his cock into your cervix. He bit his bottom lip, taking the hint and pulling out, only to thrust lavishly back into you. His movements were slow and even, kissing your special spot with each movement. 

You were the shore and we was the waves, crashing into you peacefully on a warm summer day. 

Each thrust was shallow, and he thrusted in tune with the kisses he speckled along your chest. 

Pull out, kiss, push back in. 

Pull out, kiss, push back in. 

Pull out, kiss, push back in, over and over again. Each thrust pulled you closer to the edge, pulled you towards him. Towards home. 

You raked your hands down his back, careful not to dig your nails into his epithelium tissue. Not that you wouldn’t want to mark him up, show the world your passion, it was just that with the life he lived, with the things he’d seen, you didn’t want to contribute in any way to the pain. 

Instead you moved his head, barring his neck to you and sucking deep violet marks into his skin. He looks so pretty decorated with your claim and you clench around him. 

“Feeling good, love?” he asks, but there’s no teasing behind it. Only a genuine curiosity- a need to make you fulfilled. 

“So, so good baby, fuck. Need more, please?” you whimper out, tears doting your waterline as he picks up his pace, catching your lips with his. 

“Anything for you, mi amor,”

You could feel the warmth reverberating and flooding your womb, gushing as your legs squeezed around his hips as you cried out. Your orgasm rushed through you as you sobbed, plummeting off the edge of the cliff and landing in your manmade heaven. Alejandro’s long cock continued teasing your cervix as your tears spilled over and vision blurred. 

He continued thrusting into you as his semen flooded your womb, filling you completely. It was warm and overflowing, spurting out of you in thick pools and dripping down the curve of your ass as his cock did its best to plug the remnants in you.��

You exhaled, long and shaky as you felt your mind return to your body, cooling down after the brink of pleasure. You opened your eyes blearily and could see Alejandro smiling down at you, as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. 

You stayed like that for a while, calming down and embracing each other like you were the last things you had, and in a way you were. 

No one would wholeheartedly support you like Alejandro would, no one could lift you up while holding you down like him. And he made it known that you offered him the same reprieve from the world. 

Eventually you felt Alejandro begin to move, pulling out of you to settle between your thighs yet again. He used his impeccably skillful tongue to begin cleaning you up. His hands massaged your thighs as he ate his cum out of you. You moaned in soft bliss, eyes fluttering shut, smiling at the feeling of the gentle kisses and licks he bestowed upon you. 

He wasn’t trying to work you up to another orgasm, and you didn’t want one. Instead you curled your fingers in his short obsidian locks and let go of yourself, content to let him take care of you how you always wanted to be. 

When the morning comes, you awoke cuddled up to Alejandro, kissed him good morning, and got ready for drills. 

If Soap notices the hickeys on your neck he surely didn’t leave, he doesn’t say anything. 

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Hi! Can I request Yandere Alejandro and Yandere König with darling who is naive and innocent. The man see her as a goddess/angel.

alejandro, and könig with a darling who is niave/innocent

warnings:, smut, sexual remarks, corruption kink, praise, bodyworship: i do not condone any behaviour i write about, all of this is fiction.

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könig

definitely views you as a goddess/god. you're everything to him, everything he needs.

because of your innocent personality, sometimes he views you as more fragile and delicate than you actually are.

any sexual remark you make is downplayed or thought as just an accident. he doesn't think you actually know what you're saying, even if you remind him multiple times that you are an adult and know what sex is.

when he first had sex with you, he was so nervous. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or scared after he built up this relationship.

"mausi, are you sure you want this?" he'd ask, multiple times. watching your facial expressions for any sign of discomfort.

if one day, you do decide to say something sexual, he wouldn't think anything of it. you're sat on his lap, slightly grinding against him? maybe you're not comfortable where you're sat, sit on his other thigh!

or if a sex scene came on while watching tv, he'd watch your fave the entire time, confused on how you're not gagging.

könig honestly doesn't understand, you don't find sex gross? but you're so innocent, surely you do?

when speaking to others, he gives death glares to anyone who says something slightly inappropriate. you're too innocent to hear this, save it for the bedroom.

if he does make a sexual comment, you don't notice it immediately. only when you're sat in bed late at night thinking bad to what he said. königs kissing your neck, he's just playing around! right?

but when you're sat in his sweatshirt, it hangs low to your thighs and you panties are slightly showing while you're sat down, he can't help himself from lapping at your pussy juices! you can't blame him, can you?

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alejandro

due to alejandros job, he often worries about your safety. teaching you how to use a gun, hold a knife and throw a decent punch.

he decided to buy a german shepard while hes away.

because of your niave personality, he knows you could get yourself into danger, telling you what's right and wrong as if you're 5 years old again.

you remind him that, “i'm not a kid, don't treat me like one.” but he hears none of it. in his eyes you know nothing.

but, that doesn't mean he doesn't like that. he values your innocence and bows down to you, worshipping you as if you're some type of magical god that could grant him his three wishes.

during sex, he kisses your body, holding you down so you don't squirm.

definitely into bodyworship, wants you to feel like a goddess/god.

if anyone tries to ask you something that he deems as inappropriate, you won't hear from them again. he'll cut contact off with them saying that he doesn't think that they're right for you when you ask.

he praises you anytime, pretty much looks up to you. “amor, i love you, you're everything baby.” alejandro whispered into your thighs.

oh, and any sexual remark you make sounds like a joke to him. not that he's laughing at you, but just confused because it doesn't match how he views you.

he still loves you though, through your innocence and how niave you are.

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