#alejandro vargas call of duty

[here-but-forgotten]

this is for me 🤍 these men

colonel alejandro vargas / sergeant major rodolfo “rudy” parra

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[lethalchiralium]

I’m Yours | Alejandro Vargas x Wife!Reader

a/n: HAHHAA. NO MAN FROM COD CAN ESCAPE ME. except the scrunkly man. and maybe graves, unless you get on your knees and beg for him.

warnings: alejandro is drunk, he loves you, rudy is very tired of both his and your shit, use of y/n

summary: Rudy has brought you home a very, very drunk husband.

gif not mine! @icaxrus

It was just past 1am when Rudy called and said that he was outside your door with your husband.

You jogged down the hallway in Alejandro’s old t-shirt and some pajama shorts, ripping the door open to find an incredibly drunk Alejandro, hanging off of Rudy’s shoulder. The man had wild eyes, a smile that was huge but his eyebrows quickly furrowed at the sight of you. He looked up to Rudy, “Pensé que me ibas a llevar a casa.”

“I did take you home.” Rudy answered, holding his hand out towards you. You stepped towards Alejandro, your hand placed on his shoulder but he ripped it away - his weight almost making Rudy fall backwards, but he kept steady after wobbling.

Your husband looked at you, alarmed. “¡No, no me toques! Tengo una esposa, ella te matará si me tocas!” He looked to Rudy, loudly whispering, “Mi amor estará en casa en cualquier momento, Rudy, esperemos.”

Poor Rudy glanced to you as you smiled, trying to hold back laughter as you stepped to the side. The men hobbled into your home, you closed the door behind them but Alejandro turned to look at you, putting his hand up.

“I am very sorry, Y/N, you’re pretty but my wife, Y/N, is beautiful.” He turned back towards the living room, only to see his couch, chirping, “¡Mi sofá!”

Rudy laughed, helping the man into the living room, saying, “Hermano, we should get you up to bed.”

The Colonel gasped in offense. “With her here?! Y/N would be furious! Have her sleep in the guest room, dormiré en el sofá mientras espero a mi esposa, muchas gracias.” Alejandro quickly collapsed on the couch, you had followed them into the living room. As soon as Alejandro rolled over to face the back of the couch, he was out like a light.

Rudy looked to you, almost laughing as he said, “At least he knows who you are and that he has a wife.”

You smiled at him, leaning over the couch and brushing Alejandro’s hair from his face. You moved down to the end of the couch, pulling a black blanket over your husband. “I’m very glad he knows - he’s going to get the best head of his life when he wakes up.”

Rudy’s ears went red. “Ustedes dos están hechos el uno para el otro.”

You gently pet Alejandro’s shoulder, he grumbled in his sleep as you said, “Of course he’s made for me, he’s my husband.”

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[victoryverse]

Just stumbled across your blog and I love your writing. Could I do a request for Alejandro breaking in his virgin!gf for the first time? Just unhealthy amounts of fluff and smut xo

Sure, here you go! I hope you enjoy it :)

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Alejandro was feeling nervous as he stood outside his girlfriend’s bedroom door. He had been dating her for a few months now, and he knew that she was a virgin. He had promised to wait until she was ready, but the temptation was becoming unbearable.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He heard her soft footsteps approaching and his heart began to race. When the door opened, he couldn’t help but admire her beauty. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, but she looked absolutely stunning.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, giving her a smile.

“Hi,” she replied, her cheeks turning pink.

“Can I come in?” he asked, gesturing towards her room.

“Um, sure,” she said, stepping aside to let him in.

He followed her into the room, taking in the sight of her cozy bedroom. She had a few posters on the wall and a bookshelf filled with books. He noticed a photo of the two of them on her bedside table and felt a warm feeling in his chest.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, noticing his serious expression.

“No, everything’s perfect. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, taking her hands in his.

“What is it?” she asked, looking up at him with her big, innocent eyes.

“I know we’ve talked about this before, but I want to make sure that you’re absolutely sure about this,” he said, his voice filled with concern.

“I am,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I trust you, Alejandro.”

He smiled at her, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He had been worried about pressuring her into something she wasn’t ready for, but hearing her say those words made him feel better.

He leaned in and kissed her softly, his hands sliding down to her waist. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.

He pulled away, his lips hovering over hers. “I want to make love to you,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

She nodded, her eyes filled with love and trust. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He hovered over her, looking into her eyes as he caressed her cheek.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice filled with awe.

He leaned down and kissed her again, his hands roaming over her body. He slowly removed her t-shirt, revealing her soft skin. He trailed kisses down her neck and chest, pausing to tease her nipples with his tongue.

She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. He continued his ministrations, making her gasp and arch her back. He removed her shorts and panties, his eyes drinking in the sight of her naked body.

He removed his own clothes, his erection straining against his boxers. He climbed on top of her, his lips finding hers once again. He kissed her deeply, his hand sliding down to her center.

She gasped as he began to rub her, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. He moved down her body, his lips trailing down her stomach. He reached her core and began to kiss and lick her, causing her to moan and writhe beneath him.

He continued to pleasure her, his fingers slipping inside her and his tongue flicking over her clit. She was writhing and moaning, her hands gripping the sheets as she approached her climax.

He felt her body tense and he intensified his movements, bringing her to a powerful orgasm. She cried out his name, her body shaking with pleasure.

He kissed his way back up her body, his lips finding hers once again. He positioned himself at her entrance, looking into her eyes to make sure she was still okay.

“I love you,” he whispered, before slowly entering her.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt a slight pain. He stopped, waiting for her to adjust. He leaned down and kissed her, his hand stroking her hair.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

She nodded, her arms wrapping around him. “I’m okay,” she said, giving him a small smile.

He began to move slowly, his hips rocking against hers. She moaned softly, her hands gripping his back. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful.

He could feel her tightening around him, her moans becoming louder. He reached down and began to rub her clit, sending her over the edge once again. Her body tensed and she cried out his name, her walls clenching around him.

He continued to thrust into her, his own climax approaching. He buried his face in her neck, his muscles tensing as he released inside her.

They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. He rolled off of her and pulled her close, his arm wrapped around her waist.

“I love you,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“I love you too,” she replied, snuggling into his chest.

He couldn’t believe how perfect this moment was. He had waited for this for so long, and it was even better than he could have imagined. He knew that he would always remember this night as the night he made love to the most amazing girl in the world.

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[spaceagerabbit]

i want this man to do the most horny, disrespectful, downright nasty things to me and i hope to god that alain mesa nevers finds this post because i could not even claim that i was making a joke

i wont him

[mlmxreader]

A Grounded Pilot | Alejandro Vargas x trans!m!reader

Anonymous asked: And well it means I'll request again.

I had in mind alejandro vargas x pakistani!ftm reader where reader is again a pilot and he has to go on a mission but, his jet goes off the radar for a week before the people that were sent to search for him bring him back, he had injuries but he wasn't severely injured. He would be devastated about his favorite jet. With this prompt "I was so fucking worried, when they'd said that you-" "Hey, it's alright. Look, I'm fine" 

Sorry if this is too specific and confusing, feel free to ignore it :)

-🦝

summary: Alejandro is all too aware that being in the air force is dangerous, but that won’t stop him from worrying when the man he loves suddenly disappears. 

tws: mentions of blood/bruises/minor injury, plane crashes, swearing, smoking 

Every day had felt like a curse as Alejandro religiously checked his phone and checked any letters that had been addressed to him, always chewing his lip and reading things once, twice, three times, sometimes four, just to make sure that he had read them properly; he didn’t want to think that it was true, he didn’t want to think that every day, another squadron of the Pakistan Air Force had been sent out to retrieve you and had come back empty handed every fucking day. Sometimes, Alejandro would ask Allah to do him a favour, and to keep an eye on you, keep you safe until you could be found again, but he knew that it was a lot to ask; it had been several days since you had gone off of the radar during a mission, and nobody had seen hide nor hair of you and could hardly even stomach the thought of thinking the worst. Not you, you couldn’t be dead, not when you were an aerial ace in your own right and when Alejandro knew, he fucking knew better than anyone else, that you were the most talented, most lethal, most dangerous pilot that the Pakistan Air Force had to offer. 

You couldn’t be dead, Alejandro knew that, but his hope that you would ever be found was beginning to fade; he didn’t think that you would be dead, he knew better than that, but captured? Held somewhere either for ransom or so that some asshole could torture you for information? Those were both likely, especially where the game of war was considered; it could have easily been the case that someone had grabbed you when you landed for a moment, and that they had dragged you off somewhere. You could be chained up, bloody, beaten for all Alejandro knew. You could be bloodied and bruised and weak and on death’s door, begging for mercy and begging for you life, maybe even trying to bargain your life for someone else’s; Alejandro was giving up hope that you would be found, if he was honest, he knew that the chances of you being found in a warzone went from slim to none within hours, and as the days crawled by and started to approach a week - a week with Pakistani pilots telling him that they were sorry, but they had not found you - Alejandro knew that the chances of you being alive got smaller.

“Will you find him this time?” Alejandro asked, tears in his eyes and desperation in his voice as he held Ansharah’s hand tightly. “Iqbal, please, you have to find him.”

Ansharah gave his hand a little squeeze as she sniffled and licked her lips, not really sure how to answer as she shook her head and swallowed thickly. “Ale, I will do what I can, I promise.”

“You have to find him,” his voice was getting more desperate, more weak and pleading. “You have to bring him home.”

“I’m gonna do my best,” her voice broke a little bit as tears came to her eyes, shaking her head as she cleared her throat. “I’ll do my very best to find (y/n), you know that… you just focus on getting yourself cleaned up, Ale - go shower, go get something to eat. Please?”

Alejandro nodded, but didn’t dare to break apart as he pulled her into a tight hug, careful not to mess up her Hijab as he buried his face against her and shook his head. “I miss him… the fucking pendejo shouldn’t have gone out…”

“I miss him, too,” she murmured, rubbing his back. “But he was never the type to follow orders… couldn’t keep him grounded…”

Alejandro eventually broke away, still teary eyed and still hardly able to speak without pleading as he took a step back and wandered off to the showers while Ansharah prepared to go and search for his boyfriend; she had a map with her of where she had not yet looked, and started from the furthest area, making her way back steadily - but as she was turning around to head back to base, she spotted it. The wreckage of a JF-17 Thunder. Her hands shook as she brought herself down to land nearby, shaking her head and repeating the word ‘no’ over and over again as she raced towards the wreckage.

You were there alright, sat on the broken wing as you puffed on a cigarette and waved at her, a grin on your face. “Mornin’ Iqbal - I was starting to think you’d never show up.”

Ansharah’s first instinct was to smack the back of your head, nearly causing you to drop your cigarette as she growled at you softly. “You fucking asshole! We’ve been out looking for you every fucking day! And you’ve just been sat here?!”

“All my Comms were down,” you started, “no radio, no satellite - couldn’t even show up on radar if I tried… the trek to base is fucking three hours, too, mind.”

She frowned at you, then kneeled between your legs as her shaky hands roamed your body, searching for injuries; but all she found were a few scrapes and a few minor cuts that had already healed, mostly cleared up bruises, and ash and charcoal littering your skin. So she didn’t hesitate, waiting for you to finish your cigarette before she dragged you back to her own plane, loaded you up in it, and started the flight back to base.

“The Air Marshal is gonna have my guts for garters,” you sighed. “My fucking plane got wrecked, and it’s my fucking fault.”

Ansharah shook her head, keeping her eyes on where she was going as she sighed. “I know you loved that plane, (y/n), but just be glad that you’re alive - be glad you haven’t been captured, either.”

“But I don’t have a plane,” you pointed out. “What fucking use is a pilot without a plane?”

“One that’s lucky enough to be alive and uncaptured,” she admitted. “Get some rest, Flight Lieutenant, we’ll have you back home soon, anyway.”

You did as she said, getting as comfortable as you could and doing your best to doze off, but you couldn’t sleep; your head was swimming, thoughts of your poor plane, reduced to nothing but rubble and ash as it sat back at the crash site, thoughts of Alejandro, your loving boyfriend who you knew would be worried and would be glad to see you, making you feel guilty for ever leaving in the first place. You shouldn’t have accepted the mission that day, intercepting an enemy aircraft, you should have left it to someone else; maybe if you did, then you never would have worried Alejandro in the first place, you never would have worried anyone if you didn’t leave that day. You didn’t get any sleep, and when Ansharah landed, you were the first to get out, first to run off and to find Alejandro; he crashed into you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he held you so close, his eyes wide and teary.

“You pendejo,” he grumbled. “I told you not to go! I told you not to leave! You… you could’ve been killed, amor… fuck, I was so fucking worried when they’d said that you-”

“Hey, it’s alright. Look, I’m fine,” you pulled away so that he could get a good look at you, smiling weakly as you allowed him to put his hands on you, roaming your body as he asked if it hurt. “My plane’s fucked, but I’m alright.”

“Oh, amor,” he said softly, raising his brows a little as he gently cradled your face in his hands, shaking his head. “(y/n), mis disculpas, I know how much that plane meant to you…”

“I’m grounded, Ale,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m useless.”

“No, no,” Alejandro shook his head again, daring to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. “You’re not useless, mi rey, you’ll get another plane…”

He couldn’t stop himself, grabbing you and pulling you in close again as he sniffled and pressed his mouth to your shoulder, keeping you so close to his own body that he could have sworn he could hear your heart thudding gently; he had been so worried, so fucking terrified that he had lost you, that you had gotten captured or worse, that he couldn’t help but to be a little overwhelmed with joy to have you back. To hold you in his arms again was just a way of making sure that he knew, that he could not doubt, that you were well and truly back and that, above all else, you were alright. He didn’t even try and hold back the few tears that he dared to shed against your jacket, leaving little wet spots as he did his best not to become too overwhelmed and give himself a headache; but then you pulled away, your eyes glistening with unshed tears as you reached into your pocket, and pulled out the packet of cigarettes that you had managed to save from the wreckage.

“Ale, you want one?”

He nodded, letting you light it for him before he dared to take it, taking a long drag and hoping that it would steady him slightly. “Gracias, mi amado… shit, it’s so good to have you back.”

You smiled when he grinned, nodding slowly as you took a drag from your cigarette and cleared your throat. “Take me home, Ale… please?”

“Of course,” he agreed without even needing to think about it. “But catch your breath a moment… are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m not broken,” you told him gently, shaking your head. “I’m not broken, I’m not even that bruised - it’s all shit that’s healed over, or mostly healed over.”

“Have the medics checked you over?” He asked, and when you told him that he was the first person you had seen, he sighed. “Come on, we’ll get you checked out by them before we go home, estúpido, you should know that I can wait!”

“Alejandro,” you couldn’t help but to laugh, looking at him so terribly fondly. You didn’t move as he started to walk off.

But then he turned back, and he dared to smile again as he swiped a hand down his face. “Sorry, amor, but-”

“You’re worried,” you dared to catch up to him, taking his hand in yours and daring to rub his knuckles with the pad of your thumb. “I know, but you don’t have to be. I’m alright.”

“I won’t believe that until a medic says otherwise,” Alejandro admitted, scratching his jaw as he let out a long sigh. “Por favor, mi amor, for me?”

You looked him up and down, realising just how worried he was, and you couldn’t help but to nod slowly as you licked your lips. “Alright, alright, for you, I will go and get myself checked out - once I get the all clear, can we please go home?”

He nodded, kissing your forehead as he dared to crack half of a smile. “Of course, but only if you get all the all clear. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Colonel,” you teased, and when he shot you a playful glare, you dared to grin. “Still don’t think I’m perfectly okay?”

“No,” he deadpanned, removing his hand from your grasp so that he could wrap his arm around you, keep you close to his side so that he wouldn’t forget what it felt like to hold you, to be close. “You’re getting checked out by the medics, (y/n), I won’t take you home unless they say you’re fine.”

“You worry too much,” you told him softly, kissing his neck so awfully tenderly. “Y’know that, don’t you?”

“Maybe I do,” he agreed. “But you don’t worry enough, Flight Lieutenant.” 

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[southernbluebellereader]

ION CARE WHAT Y’ALL SAY I WANNA KISS MY MANS FOREHEAD.

Master List

Like look at it - so much real estate for kisses

Istg

Like imagine putting on red lipstick and then just- *fat kiss on his forehead* and then he just walks around with your kiss on his head WITH PRIDE

He be like “yeah bitch, *my bitch* LOVEDED ME and KISSEDED on my forehead. You jealous, fool?”

Ugh I love them so much. Him and his forehead.

Also, he’d only let you call him “big head” - but only in private. He gotta be tall, dark, and mysterious and be a Colonel in front of his men. With a big fat red kiss on his forehead.

[ragingbookdragon]

Oh there is such a desire to make Alejandro’s background something so sad. To have a man come from nothing to be something so great. Look to me it’s one of two things:

Alejandro’s the son of a prostitute who was eventually killed by cartel members before he and his older sister were taken in by Rodolfo’s family and raised with them (it’s one of the reasons he’s so intent to free Las Almas from cartel control). This Alejandro is fiercely protective of the women in his life, after seeing what men did to his mother night after night, he will never again let a woman he cares for be disrespected in any way. Alejandro is strict with his men, you do not lay your hands on women, I don’t care who they are; he punishes to the absolute fullest he can when he finds out one of his soldiers hit their wife/girlfriend. Alejandro who vets every boyfriend his sister ever has until he is okay with one. Alejandro, whose wife births a baby girl, cries every night as he puts her to bed, wishes his mother was there to hold her grandchild named after her. He will never let this little girl come to any harm.

Alejandro, scared, alone, suddenly understanding he’s bisexual in a family full of Catholics. He goes to mass, prays all the time, God help me, what is wrong with me. It goes on for years until he is in his teens, he’s depressed, still alone, still even afraid to tell his best friend, but Abuela ushers him into her room, sits him down, and tells him she knows his secret. Tells him he knows who he is. God knows who he is. And just like God, she still loves her grandson the same. Her favorite, if she’s completely honest. And Alejandro is finally able to breathe for the first time since he was ten. Someone he loves and was scared of losing forever, loves him forever. The rest of the family can stand before him, but his Abuela stands beside him. This Alejandro is rebirthed, like a phoenix, no longer afraid of who he is. He is no longer a coward, proud of his identity. Alejandro holds the hand of his best friend, the congregation at their wedding is small, half of their families forfeiting a place, but their men and women are there. Supporting them. Abuela is old, frail, barely able to see and hear, and yet she sits there watching her grandson marry the love of his life. She always knew Rudy liked her grandson.

[gothghostiie]

Mutual of mine, I have a request!

i was wondering if I could get a small little thing of Alejandro with an S/O who dresses more grunge?

oversized band Tshirts, ripped jeans, and such, probably wears a few chain necklaces

Take as much time as you need, my friend!

have a nice day!

mutual of mine, ask and you shall receive

he really loves that style, you cant tell me he wasn't a grungy teen/young adult

will give you his old band shirts

actually gives you tons of old clothes of his

lets you scavenge through his attic to see if you find something cool you want

calls you his little edgelord

(pulls you by your chains teehee)

[miaunifest]

alejandro w a filo!reader would be so funny. imagine arguing w him over what “puto” means n one day u bring him some n he’s like “nvm this shits good”. it wld confuse tf out of everyone else oh i am in desperate need of tf 141 x filo!reader fics

[cinnamon-mey]

I'm thirsty for Ale tonight.

Like, just imagine him looking at you like this. I'm honest, my self-control ends out of the window.

[here-but-forgotten]

Guess who had no wifi or cell service today so my brain decided to be degenerate.

I will stand by the idea of Alejandro being able to silently fuck (because he snuck in girlfriends into his parents house in his teenage years so he can control his volume and noises) while Rodolfo has no volume control once his dick gets hard. That’s why Alejandro’s hands are so big to cover up rodolfo’s noises-

so alejandro could fuck you in a storage closet and no one would know but you could brush past Rudy’s groin on accident and he would groan.

[lethalchiralium]

I’d love to see “sunlit room” with Alejandro!

Love your work!!!

Sunlit Room | Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro could count on his hand the amount of times he had seen the sunrise in Las Almas. Once as a kid, once as a teenager, and once when he was fresh soldado. The amount of times he’s seen the sunset was almost infinite, it was a permanent memory that always seemed to follow him. The sunset in Las Almas was beautiful, but there was something to be said about the sunrise.

You were curled into his chest, even breaths escaped your lips while Alejandro held you closer. The window in the tall apartment building you lived in was open, the curtains billowing with the early morning breeze that smelled of sand and of hope. He could see the warm light of the sun as it curled above the horizon, his heart warm as he looked down at you.

Asleep against his bare chest, hair a mess and unaware of the sunrise he found beautiful. He kissed your hair, resting his cheek against the side of your head as he watched the sunlight paint your bedroom gold.

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the title list prompts!

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[irinaaa8]

All yours || Alejandro Vargas x reader by composurevibes

Available now on wattpad!!!

[alwaysshallow]

boys trying to survive nnn with their partner (141 + los vaqueros + könig x f!reader)

a/n: if it wasn't for @blissful-bunny, there wouldn't be nnn. LMAOOO i hope y'all will enjoy, it's my first time doing something like this... and i think i don't hate it as i did before!

mdni, as always. nsfw below + keegan's version here

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Being around Ghost durning this time is funny, to say the least. You know about this bet from Gaz, when you invited the whole Task Force 141 for dinner. There wasn't much of a reaction from you, just a nod and a hum that's interesting to hear that. Nothing more, until your boyfriend's friends went home, and you stayed with him, washing dishes.

"You think you're gonna last?" you ask, and you pretty much can't stop yourself from laughing when he gives you a side eye.

"'s just a month." he grumbles, and you know, you somehow irritated him. Or, the bet did, you're not really sure. "Been through worse."

Theoretically, it is true. He's military, he has seen things that you won't ever see, something so stupid like this challenge shouldn't be something hard to do.

Practically? Practically, he takes every fucking chance to get closer to you. You're making breakfast, showering, washing the dishes? He's gonna be right behind you. It's not surprising at first, he liked to be near you always, but it has a malicious intent to it, when he drags his clothed cock up and down your ass, grunting right into your ear. He gets you worked up, and you're pretty sure he's gonna lose, but he stops right before he cums.

You can't really decide if it's funny or sad to see him like this. It's his pained expression that he gives when he bites on his lower lip, grumbling something about watching you touching yourself, so it will be better. You can't really say no to a man starved, so you put out a show for him, thinking how so much better his fingers would be in your pussy.

If it would depend on you, you'd kneel and relieve him, but what can you do, when he has this ridiculous challenge of his?

He breaks after two days, when he sees you in your shared gym, exercising. It's unexpected, when he puts down dumbbells you were working with, doing squats; you want to ask what's wrong, but when he lifts you up, your back hitting the wall, you just know. You even forgive him when he doesn't prep you enough, and he just thrusts into you without much thinking of it, his balls heavy.

You know you won't leave this gym for a long time.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"You're participating in what?"

To say it was weird, was one thing. To say that Kyle does it, was even weirder, especially that he was straight from two months of deployment. Needy. You knew it, as you were with him almost three years by now, he had always spent hours in bed with you because he missed you like a madman. These two months were pretty much the longest you've been separated with him, so, you can imagine your surprise, when you learned about the challenge, when you two were cleaning your apartment. He was touching you every now and then, giving you little kisses, and now he was talking about something like this.

"I'm—"

"—No, I heard you" you chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm like… trying to understand who convinced you to do so."

"Bet with Soap. Lad thinks 'm not gonna last with you." he murmurs, and you just know that this motherfucker made this as a personal challenge. So, you just nod your head, to Kyle's surprise on his pretty face. "That's… all you're gonna say?"

"What else I'm supposed to say?" you raise your eyebrow, amused. "That I feel sorry for you, this will do?"

"That ain't funny."

"It is, kind of funny." you grin, as you kiss his forehead, at which he closes his eyes, so you repeat kissing his forehead a few times. "I'm gonna support you in this, yeah? So it's gonna be easier."

It wasn't easier. You could see that he glances at you every now and then, when you are doing domestic things around the house, giving him little, encouraging smiles. Little do you know that Kyle's bulge is growing larger and larger every time he looks at you.

Gaz is pretty calm, at least until he sees you in his t-shirt (that is way too big for you) and just panties underneath, sitting right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. You two planned to watch a movie, but your boyfriend quickly brushes it off, as his hand wanders under the hem of your panties.

"Kyle, you—"

"I know." he almost growls, as he puts you on his lap.

The moment he feels your wetness, he's a gone man; he makes you ride him, and the challenge is just a fading memory, when his lips attack yours.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is absolutely offended when everyone in Task Force 141 tells him he's gonna lose the challenge. He can't shut up about it for an hour straight, as he lays with his head on your lap, telling you something about celibacy and being true lover, not some "horny arse like the others". You listen to it with a small, amused smile on your lips because as much as you love your boyfriend, everyone is right about it.

He's not gonna last, and he knows it personally too, but you say nothing about it. You just listen to Johnny's ramblings, until his eyes are on you, observing your reaction so casually.

"What do ya think? 'm gonna beat it? Be the best?" he tilts his head like a puppy, squinting his eyes. It's an icy ground you're standing on right now.

"I think… it's gonna be hard." you answer; slowly, reluctantly. It's not something that he wants to hear though, as he groans, shaking his head with displeasure. "What? You asked!"

"I ken it's gonna be hard. 'm askin', if 'm gonna beat it" he emphasizes his last words, and you can feel he barely holds himself from rolling his eyes.

"…well, baby, as much as I have faith in you in other things…"

It's not a good answer for him, nor for a challenge, considering that you end up getting fucked by him – it's some kind of punishment, he tells you, when he folds you in half. He tells you that he also didn't lose the challenge, technically, as you had sex November 1st , at 3 a.m. You nod, hesitantly, so you could go to sleep without causing him to ramble about it again; you are exhausted.

It takes him three days of fucking you in various places to finally come into the conclusion that the challenge isn't for him. Three days of promising and hearing him whining that it's gonna be 'st the tip, baby, to feel you good.

"Good that you've figured that out." you say with a small smile, in restaurant's bathroom, his forehead against yours, as his cock is still buried deep inside you.

"Lasted longer than lads. Sure of that."

John Price

You want to think of your husband highly, when you hear of this stupid thingy. The authority, someone that leads the Task Force 141, setting the example for his younger proteges with his willpower. Someone who actually cares about engaging in challenges, even if they're stupid, even if he shouldn't even look at something like this.

Yet, you know John, you're married to him, for God's sake – and you know his sex drive. When this man is home, nothing and no one stops him from getting what he wants, and that's on you. In your mind, there's a core memory of him saying that he absolutely loves your pussy, multiple times.

So it's not a surprise that he doesn't participate in this challenge. It's not a surprise when he babbles about having kids with you while he fucks you wherever he can; kitchen counter, under the shower, your couch. His obsession over kids grew over this month more than ever, and you were happy to meet his expectations in a middle, since you thought of having a little angel in your small family for a longer time now. Having a dog wasn't enough.

A surprise comes when he proudly admits that he won in the end of the month. Boys are pretty much shocked by this, considering that their Captain didn't even look frustrated once, and he was in better mood than usual. Yet, they don't have a place to complain, so they accept the defeat with a frown on their faces, and a quick comment from Soap that he for sure cheated.

"You didn't win, honey." you laugh to him, sitting at his lap, when he's in his office, alone.

Price arches his eyebrow in amusement. "I did."

"That's not really—"

"Listen, we were tryin' for babies, weren't we? It wasn't egoistical fuckin'." he explains, completely serious.

It takes all in you not to either gasp or laugh again. "So, if it would be without the intention of making babies, you'd lose?"

He gives you a quick nod. "Exactly, missus. Exactly."

Alejandro Vargas

It's easy to last a few days for Alejandro. Maybe even a week, or a bit more. With his kind of work, being a Colonel, you often didn't see him for days, or even weeks if it was a bad time. Right now, with working over destroying a Mexican cartel, being home was rare for him. Was it saddening? Of course, but you knew what you were doing when you married him, you've talked with him about it for days, maybe weeks, even.

So, maybe that's why he didn't really think much of a challenge when he agreed to it, one of the nights he was drinking with Los Vaqueros. Just for fun, just to make a fun memory in this mess they were in. Days were passing in the blink of an eye with the same routine; a few hours of sleep if he's lucky, patrol, documents, action and repeat. Nothing too fancy, nothing too new for a man of war like he is, he got used to it all.

Harder was the moment he came home to you, where you were waiting for him with your open arms, all needy for his presence, for his touch, but somehow, somehow he managed, giving you the best orgasm of your life with his mouth only, even if he was in need too.

"Cariño?" he calls you, confused, when he doesn't see you in bed in the next morning. In his sweatpants only, he goes to the kitchen, following the sound of pan that sizzles lazily in the background.

"Makin' breakfast, Ale!" you reply, looking behind your shoulder with the biggest smile that slowly falters the moment you see his eyes darkening in the span of seconds. "What's with the face?"

He approaches you slowly, caging you between his arms. "Just… appreciating" he says, as he starts kissing your neck "my little wife. Who's been really patient with me, gone for so many days. And now, you're making me breakfast—" he groans, shaking his head. You can feel his growing bulge, as you grind your ass against it.

It's obvious that Colonel lost the challenge, after he arrives to his work with his wife, his arm possessively around her. Why? Maybe it's your neck covered in hickeys, your trembling legs, or his arms visibly scratched, but no one says anything about it in the base.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

You have a kind of forbidden romance with him; you're the one of Los Vaqueros, and the romance is absolutely prohibited here, to prevent the collapse of the squad. Not to mention that he's a right hand man of Alejandro, so he has to follows the rules directly. Maybe even more than anyone here, to be honest; setting an example that he's not a exception to the rule.

It doesn't help that you're so kind. That you nod every time you see him as a silent greeting, and then you rush to do whatever you have to do today. It doesn't help him that you're helping everyone around you with a smile that could light up the whole town, and he smiles every time he sees it, too.

Everyone pictures that Rudy would win the challenge easily, since in their heads, his head wasn't occupied with anyone, and he could easily withold himself with his desires.

And maybe he would. Maybe he would, if you weren't the one guarding the base with him, if you weren't the one who was smiling at him with those plump lips of yours.

"If you'd only know how much I thought about… hah—" his breaths are ragged, as the pace of his hips gets quicker. His lips finds yours, as he kisses you with such hunger, you know without a doubt that he means what he says. It automatically makes you smile.

"It's fate that binds us, then" you say, your fingernails clutching at his arms; you're sure that you're the creator of bloody crescents here, but you can't care less about it. Not when the man of your dreams is fucking you.

He smiles at your words.

Rudy never been a good liar, and you painfully learn it, when Alejandro asks him why he's so happy; as you stand nearby, you hear the whole conversation. It's cute in some way, the way he's a blabbering mess, without any sense of it.

It takes Colonel's one look at you, and he knows.

You never walked faster to your work, neither did Rudy.

Konig

If you think he's gonna even try playing at this, you're in deep denial. Maybe if he'd be alone he could try of a genuine curiosity, but not when he has you. Such a pretty, obedient girlfriend, that he has wrapped around his finger, and a girlfriend that is pretty much at his service every time he wants.

He's a man to laugh about that challenge with his squad, telling them that they're filthy, and he would last the whole month, maybe even longer, if it weren't for you. Because he's such a caring boyfriend, he listens to your needs, even if you're whiny.

At least, that's the story that his squad knows.

He tells you about this while he folds you in half, that he needs to act a little grumpy around his squad, to put a facade that he's hungry because it's the right thing to do. When you suggest that he could even try, he barks a low laugh, while he pumps his cock before thrusting into you.

"Schatz, as if. Not gonna play the kids game." it's all he says, kissing you with affection on your swollen lips. "I do not intend on torturing you like this. You wouldn't survive a day without my dick."

There's some truth to it — but you're truly wondering if that's you who wouldn't survive without his dick, or he, that wouldn't survive without your pussy and sex, considering he is even more of a maniac than you are.

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[lxvvie]

Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

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Part 2 of Alejandro and his BIG OL’ FOREHEAD - because it’s so damn BIG

Master List

I’m not sorry and I will not shut up about it.

Listen. You his S/O, right? Like his wife/spouse/whatever. Listen to me.

So Alejandro is a little forgetful sometimes, especially when he’s in a rush, because 99% of the time he’s staring all up and down on you. Can’t get enough of you. Anyways.

Say he forgot his tactical watch or his phone and you have to go get it to him. So you go to his place of work, looking all fine and shit, but the thing is: you got red lipstick on.

You meet him there and he’s trying so hard to be Mr. Colonel Hard Ass, but with you in the room? Damn near impossible. Literally he banned you from being at his work - unless he forgot something and you have to go and get him whatever he forgot.

Anyways.

But when he sees you wearing that red lipstick? That man is GONE AND BEEN GONE. He gon take you into the nearest closet 👀 for some 🐬🐬🐬🐬

And of course you have to kiss his forehead. That big ol’ forehead of his 😂 but then he tried to wipe it all off and gets most of it. But he forgets a spot and you just don’t tell him.

He doesn’t realize he’s got a big ol’ red kiss in the shape of your lips on his temple when he goes back to his men. You exchange a look with Rudy and Rudy is MORTIFIED.

DECEASED

DEAD

But by the time Alejandro gets back and Rudy has a chance to say something, you’re already on your way home and get a very nice phone call from your man. And when he comes home tonight?

You gone get it 🐬🐬🐬🐬