#alejandro x fem!reader

[thelazybard]

Instead I Pour the Milk. (Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader) Chapter 13: The Calm.

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tags: NSFW mentions, anxiety, defamation of character

That following morning, the neighborhood surrounding the coffee shop seemed to reflect the tranquility that emanated from your bedroom. The sun lounged behind thick clouds, and hardly any townspeople were out on the street. Even the local birds were silent this morning.

Alejandro woke up first. Despite being away from his alarm he found himself waking up at 6:03 after years of doing so for the military. He sat up slowly to not disturb you and wiped the drowsiness from his face. From his view out your window he could see dark storm clouds looming in the distance. That explained the calmness of the morning. Finally he turned to you.

You were still sound asleep, though verging on the edge of consciousness. Your hands were tucked under your head as you laid on your side, back facing him and shoulders rising up and down just barely with every shallow breath you took. There was a serene aura pouring from your sleeping body that Alejandro didn't want to be away from.

He could watch you forever. And as much as he wanted to, he knew you had a shop to run, and he had places to be as well.

After a while you let forth a contented sigh to let him know you were awake, and that's when he planted a kiss to your temple. "Good morning." He whispered, voice still gravelly from sleep.

"G'morning. What time is it?" You asked, moving your head so his next kiss could land on your cheek.

"A little after six." He answered.

You let forth a groggy sigh. "I have to open up shop soon."

"Can't you stay in bed a little while longer?" He pleaded in a low, raspy voice.

You rolled over to your back and opened your eyes to finally look at him. He was sitting up on his forearm, staring down at you with a tired smile. His hair was wild, and you couldn't help but grin at the contrast between now and how usually put together he is when he enters the shop. You were elated to finally be seeing this candid side of him. It seemed like you've waited your whole life to do so.

"For you? Yes." You answered, earning a kiss on the lips. He was so close, the heat from his body practically radiating off of him and onto you.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"Like I could fly." You replied.

Alejandro studied the contours of your face absent-mindedly, though there was a whisper of anxiety to his tone of voice. "I take it you don't regret last night then."

"Never."

"Good, because there was something I wanted to talk to you about." He began.

"Oh?" You asked, hoping he was in search of seconds between your thighs.

He moved hair out of your face. "There's a military ball coming up soon, and I wanted to know if you would accompany me."

Oh. Well, that's nice too. You'd never been to a Military ball before. Your parents have, but they never said much about them to you so you didn't quite know what to expect. It sounded like a glorified prom for soldiers. Still, the thought of the Sergeant in a three-piece suit excited you.

You sat up slightly and rubbed your eye with the hand not supporting your weight. The sheet you laid under hadn't slid off of your chest just yet, but it was getting dangerously close to exposing your breasts, and Alejandro's gaze kept flickering from the hem of the sheet to your eyes.

"Of course I'll be your date. It sounds like fun." You said with a smile that broke upon yawning.

A moment passed so he could regain the fleeting courage he woke up with, and you would have taken it as a comfortable silence if he hadn't said what he did next.

"As my girlfriend."

Did you hear that right? Yes, you definitely did.

Your eyes practically shot out of your head as you turned to look at him. "Really?" You asked.

"I meant to ask you last night, before things got so... heated." Alejandro whispered, beginning to grow worried about your answer. You seemed shocked, and not in a good way. But maybe that was how he was choosing to perceive it. He wouldn't blame you. Alejandro was in the Mexican Special Forces, kept secrets from you, and couldn't promise you a life away from danger. While he knew you were strong and confident, you were also delicate in some ways. Like a porcelain doll that has stood the test of time but couldn't endure being bumped into.

You on the other hand knew this would come, you just didn't know when. Alejandro didn't strike you as the type of man to lead you on or not seek commitment. But compared to your other relationships, he was taking it very slow. He wanted to cherish every single moment, savor the quest that was courting you. Earn your affection. It seems like now he was finally ready for that next step.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, and a bright smile pulled at your lips. "Of course, Alejandro. You don't know how long I've waited for you to ask that."

With that confirmation of your feelings, Alejandro grabbed your face and peppered it with warm, loving kisses, prompting a giggle from you. He was overjoyed to say the least, his dream girl finally his. Nothing else mattered in this moment, nothing existed past the four walls of your bedroom. Just you and him, happy and warm and safe. What more could he ask for?

He stared at you thoughtfully for a few moments, then cupped your cheek, "You're so beautiful like this."

"Like what?"

He leaned down past your chin, planting a kiss on the pulse in your neck. "Sleepy."

Another kiss on the column of your throat. "Hair a mess."

A final one on your collarbone. "Naked."

You giggled as he kissed his way back up to your temple. "Want breakfast?" You asked.

"Only if I can help."

The two of you reluctantly rolled out of bed and Alejandro watched you as you slipped on your bathrobe.

"You think David is home?" He asked.

"Definitely not. He wouldn't wake up this early just to come home."

With a nod, Alejandro left his clothes on the bed and followed you out of the room in just his boxer briefs.

You turned on your portable radio that you kept on top the bread cabinet and grabbed the carton of eggs out the fridge. After pulling any stray locks of hair out of your face, you got to work pulling utensils and dishes out to use.

"How do you like your eggs?" You asked.

Alejandro leaned his hip on the counter and watched you carefully. "Doesn't matter to me. However you do yours." Thunder rumbling in the distance made him turn to look out your kitchen window. "We might get quite the storm today."

"I should bring the lavender box in." You glanced at him before doing a double take to admire how good he looked leaning candidly, with a strong, veiny arm holding his weight up on your counter.

"Like what you see?" He asked, and you realized you had been full on ogling.

You decided to own up to it, and smirked as you cracked an egg into a bowl. "I do."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I must say, my view is pretty good too, although I'd make just a few miniscule adjustments."

You cocked your head to the side. "Like what?"

He motioned to your robe, and you rolled your eyes. "The robe stays on, vaquero. Cooking naked is a major safety hazard."

"Maybe so. Bet you'd look amazing doing it, though."

"Yeah, yeah. Can you fetch me a whisk from the drawer you're leaning on?"

The two of you didn't waste any more time chatting after breakfast was on the table, scarfing the eggs and toast down quickly so the two of you could make it on time to your respected careers.

Alejandro kissed you goodbye and jumped in his truck to make it on base relatively on-time. "I'll come see you tonight," He promised as he went out the door. You waved at him through the window from where you stood behind the counter, and waited for his truck to get down the street to spin in a circle, your apron twirling awkwardly like a makeshift princess gown.

Life felt right. Life was right. You made the right choice settling down here, and your friends and lover made that ever so clear with each visit. Now you too were official. You couldn't wait to tell your friends.

The storm clouds Alejandro pointed out that morning loomed overhead throughout the day, threatening to pour at any moment. Some people visited the shop to take their siesta after lunch, ordering London fog teas and resting on one of the many couches in the lounge. Furniture had been often donated to the shop. Couches, coffee tables, all in good condition or purposefully restored before being given to you. It was a way for the community to give back to you for all you've done.

Around midday, David returned from Eva's, trudging into the café while holding something tight in his fist. You were happy to see him and eager to give the good news, but the look on his face made you frown.

"David, hey. What's the matter?" You asked.

He slid something to you across the counter. "Look at this shit."

You rotated the newspaper to face you and read from the article David's freshly manicured nail was pointing at.

New Café Owner and Her Quarrel with the Cartel, read the article.

Color from your face drained as you swallowed and kept reading. You knew word of your incident would get out, but not like this. This was negative publicity.

The article goes on to list many conspiracies as to why you were attacked that night, none of them being even close to the truth. One theory is that you were late with a payment, another is they're threatening you into becoming a business they can launder money through. Regardless of what people choose to believe from this anonymous writer, it was making your shop look bad. They even had the audacity to accuse David of being involved.

"Can you believe this shit? Why can't everyone just leave us alone?" David fumed.

"I don't know," You whispered, flipping the paper over and rubbing the tension out of your temples. "Where did you get this paper from?"

"The nail salon this morning. If people stop coming to the shop because of this we aren't going to afford being open. We'll have to find other jobs."

You nodded at his words. "This– this is libel, plain and simple."

"Who can we talk to? We're doing fine at the moment but we still can't afford an attorney."

"It's not like it will do us any good. The reporter is anonymous. If anything, we may get a financial settlement from the paper's editor for allowing libel to be published. But who knows how long it will take? Libel is published all the time, and we're just some shop owners. Besides, the damage has already been done."

"This is such bullshit." David growled.

"We'll talk more about it later. Maybe Alejandro knows someone that can help. Until then, we keep working like nothing's happening."

You didn't feel right telling your cousin about you and Alejandro anymore, so you decided to wait until he had the capacity to be happy about it.

For the remainder of the day you served people with the same pep as always, regardless of the pit in your stomach. But by this time in your life you were used to maintaining a façade for extended periods of time. That didn't mean that some indications of your anxiety didn't slip through the cracks. Alejandro picked it up immediately when he arrived at the shop that night.

"What happened here?" He asked, taking hold of your chin softly and running his thumb over your raw bottom lip. You hadn't even realized you were biting your lip until he pointed it out.

"I sometimes chew my lip when I'm... worried."

"Ay, mami no." He cooed, shaking his head. "Worried about what?"

"I'll show you."

~~~

Alejandro read over the paper a good few times before setting it down on your diningroom table and sighing.

Finally he faced you and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry this is happening."

You noticed how hopeless he sounded when he said it. "Is there nothing we can do?"

"The best thing we can do is nothing at all. If we get with the press to revoke the article it will only handle said article, but three new ones would easily sprout from that."

"So, what? If we try to get blatant lies removed it makes us look guilty?"

"I'm afraid so. People are going to talk, and speculate, and slander. But it's all like a fire. Don't feed it and soon it will die."

"And if it doesn't?"

He stared at you for a few moments, then a smirk curled along his lips. "Baby, I think you're underestimating just how much support you have in this city. The people think highly of you. Who do you think they'll trust? The kind, beautiful coffee shop owner who gives back to the community or some anonymous poster?"

Alejandro could visibly see the worry drain out of your face, and a sweet soft smile take its place.

"Oh Ale, you always know what to say." You cooed, moving to wrap your arms around his neck.

His hands found your hips as he beamed down at you. "Anything for my girl."

"Are you hungry? I can make you dinner."

"As long as you are dessert." He said as he kissed the shell of your ear.

"Gross." A detatched voice said.

The two of you snapped your heads to see David standing there with a juice box in one hand and Momo in the other.

"Uhh–" Alejandro started.

"Go away!" You shouted.

"Go away?! It's my house too! And you're literally in the kitchen! Stick to the bedroom or pay for my therapy sessions, assholes." David muttered as him and Guillermo made the journey to get more spray cheese and crackers. When he walked past the two of you again he turned to Alejandro. "You make it official yet?"

"Just this morning."

"That's a good boy."

Alejandro laughed and lightly shoved David playfully, and you couldn't help but smile and shake your head.

The rain finally fell as you and Alejandro whipped up a quick stir-fry dinner.

You looked out the window to see an inky dark sky and fat raindrops hitting the glass with loud pitter patters. "I'd hate for you to have to drive all the way home in the rain..." You began, blinking up at him sweetly.

Alejandro played along. "You're right. So dangerous, so scary."

"You're more than welcome to stay the night." You offered.

"Oh, why how generous of you." Alejandro said while bowing to you.

The two of you laughed, and after dinner you washed up and found yourselves tangled in each other's arms. The two of you were sound asleep before long, but you remember thinking about how everything was going to be okay so long as you had Alejandro by your side.

How badly you'd soon wish that were true.

[cosmolog]

Alejandro

Alejandro X Fem!Reader

Call Of Duty; Modern Warfare 2

P.S I recommend reading this while listening to Alejandro by Lady Gaga.

Y/n sat in the helicopter, her gun resting on her lap. She had her headphones on, playing some Lady Gaga and you can guess what song she was listening to. She stared out the open door down at the base her and the boys were about to infiltrate.

She couldn't wait to get this mission over and done with and get home to her husband, Alejandro.

Soap watched her foot as it tapped along to the rhythm, her head nodding slightly. Feeling his gaze on her, she turned away from the ground below, looking at the Sergeant.

"What're you listening to!?" Soap yelled over the wind.

"Lady Gaga" Y/n chuckled at his curiosity.

"We'll be loading out soon!" Ghost told her.

She nodded and took off her headphones, placing them on the seat in-between her and Ghost. She wrapped the seatbelt around it. "This better still be here when I get back!" She warned, half-joking.

Soon the mission became more hectic than they had initially thought, they decided to help secure the crash sight of a friendly helicopter

They moved on, holding up their guns and scanning for any enemies that might have been near them.

"Right, Soap, get to work." Ghost said as he and Y/n went to cover while Soap took out the look-outs with his sniper.

Once they were taken care of, Ghost and Y/n joined the Scott. "Nice shooting" Y/n praised.

"Thanks" Soap replied. They continued to stay low, moving closer to the houses.

The chopper provided air support, allowing them to quickly move up. "Thank Christ for air support!" Soap yelled.

"Yeah, hope Hassan's still in one piece..." Alpha 0-2 replied.

"Several pieces'll do. Easier to find that way.." Ghost said lowly. "All Bravo, move up. I want this building locked down. Soap, Fox..make entry. Let's find Hassan, dead or alive."

Soap followed after Y/n as everyone got into position. "7-1 moving interior" Y/n said.

She moved in slowly, only for an AQ Grenade Soldier to run out of his hiding spot yelling. "Die!"

"Back up!" Bravo 7-6 yelled, as a small explosion went off.

"Fucking hell" Soap muttered as the dust cleared.

The boys then started to make entry into the building. "Moving in, first deck"

"Check the bodies. We need positive ID on Hassan" Ghost ordered.

Shots were heard before Y/n called out. "One down"

"Anyone have eyes on Hassan?" Ghost asked.

"Negative on Hassan" Soap replied.

"Negative" Y/n replied. "No eyes on the HVT"

"Alpha's interior, first deck" Alpha 0-2 spoke.

"No visional on Hassan here"

"Nope. That's not him"

"Pushing, first deck" Ghost stated, as Y/n and Soap followed him up the stairs, hearing Hassan's voice give a speech.

"Heading up to the second deck" Bravo 7-6 said.

Suddenly the door beside Ghost opened and before the soldier could think, Ghost pushed his gun down and shot him twice, killing him.

"Never fail to impress me, Lieutenant" Y/n said, lowly.

"Keep your head down and you'll be better than me soon enough, Fox" Ghost replied. He then moved into the room where the soldier had come from and spotted two other wounded soldiers inside. "Got two X-rays. Not Hassan. Dump em"

Y/n and Soap took out the soldiers. "Clear" Soap stated.

"Hassan's everywhere" Ghost muttered.

"Everywhere but here" Soap added. They moved on, taking out more soldiers. "Heads up, lads and lassie. Sneaky little gits are everywhere"

"He was here. This is a bloody ops-centre..." Ghost said. "Poke around, Soap. See what you can find"

Soap approached a desk, looking at some papers on it before looking at the chair, seeing a uniform.

"Look, Hassan's uniform" Soap moved the chair.

"So he was here" Y/n stated.

"Lost him when we secured the crash sight" Ghost said.

Soap and Y/n turned to him. "Are you sayin' we shouldn't have helped?" Soap asked.

"Choices have consequences" Ghost stated.

"All Bravo, we got movement out here" Bravo 7-6 said.

"On the way.." Ghost replied into the comms as the three began to move outside. "All Bravo, circle up outside"

"If Hassan's gone, then what the hell are they still protecting?" Y/n inquired.

"Let's find out" Ghost replied. They moved out of the building and met up with the rest of the team. "What do we got?" Ghost asked.

"A warehouse. Roll up door's open. Heard something inside..." Bravo 7-6 replied as they moved closer to the warehouse.

"Copy, let's clear it" Ghost said.

"Contact!" Soap yelled as the gun started firing from both ends of the warehouse.

"Frag out!" Y/n yelled as she threw a Frag grenade, taking out three men at once.

A minute later, Ghost called out. "We clear?"

"All clear" Soap replied.

"Search it. Let's find what they were hiding" Ghost ordered. "This warehouse wasn't on the intel"

Soap walked up to a shipping container and began opening it. He stepped inside, seeing controls. "What the fuck is this?" He asked.

Ghost came up beside him. "It's all in English" He said.

The two back out of the container as it made a noise. "Steamin' Jesus" Soap muttered.

"Ballistic missiles" Y/n stated. "It's a mobile launcher"

"These'll go 1,000 miles" Bravo 7-6 said.

"At least" Ghost added.

Soap jogged up to the side of the container, climbing onto a crate beside it. "How the hell did Iran get their hands on this?" He asked, angered.

"7-6, get us through to Laswell" Ghost ordered.

"Roger, stand by..." 7-6 said. "Bravo 7-6 Charlie to Watcher-1, how copy?"

"This is Watcher-1, send traffic" Laswell replied as Ghost and Y/n joined Soap.

"Laswell, this is Ghost. We got something" Ghost said into his comms.

"Tell me you found Hassan..." Laswell said.

"Ghost, take a look at this..." Soap stepped aside allowing Ghost to see the US flag printed on the side of the missile.

"Ghost, do you have Hassan?" Laswell said, more strictly.

"Negative. We found a weapons cache. Hassan's got missiles... They're American" Ghost stated.

"0-7, this is Gold Eagle Actual, repeat your last..."

"I say again- Hassan has American missiles"

"Shit" Y/n muttered. Guess her trip home would have to wait. Alejandro will not be so happy about that.

Once they were back at the base Y/n gave her husband a call to give him the bad news.

The line rung for a few seconds before Alejandro picked up. "Afternoon, mi señora. How was your trip?"

"Well, it could have gone worse..." She replied.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"He got away. We were so close and he just slipped through our fingers. I'm sorry, honey. I really thought we had him this time..." She said.

"Don't worry about it, cariño. Your suprise will still be waiting for you when you do make it back" Alejandro reassured her.

Y/n smiled sadly. "I miss you so much, Allie"

"And I miss you too, N/n. Work is work. Just get it done and then you can come home" Alejandro said. "We can do all kinds of crazy shit then, how does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect" Y/n smiled.

[hunterbunter3000]

Laswell: You do know that you have everyone wrapped around your fingers, right?

141 Sweetheart: What?? Laswell, what're you talkin' about?

Laswell, looking at her stupid: The boys. The Capitan. König, Horangi- which was a surprise- Alejandro, Rudy-- hell, even Graves and Alex. They're all heavily whipped for you.

141 Sweetheart, laughing: Woah what?! Now that's just crazy talk.

Laswell:

Laswell explaining to her how the boys look at her, how Price let's her wear his hat constantly, how König follows her everywhere like a puppy, how Alejandro and Graves give her presents every week, how Horangi and Rodolfo write her poetry and become straight up messes when talking to her, and how Alex literally KNEELED before her:

Laswell walking over to the door and opening it, revealing all the boys eavesdropping on them:

Them scampering away quickly:

141 Sweetheart: ...That still don't prove--

Laswell: It proves everything.

[frogchiro]

men who'd beg to cum inside you, just thrusting away, all tired, worn out and flushed, panting like a beast in heat. they'd moan and groan as if almost in pain from the creeping in overstimulation but they just keep going, using their strong hips to thrust even faster and lifting your hips up up to get just that right angle to feel themselves slide even deeper. but they don't come, not yet at least, until they hear you say it-that you'll oh so graciously allow them to cum inside, let them flood your poor pussy and when you finally utter those lovely words you'll have them positively roaring in pleasure as they finally let themselves go and cum so deliciously deep inside♡

könig, soap, alejandro, rudy, philip graves, diluc, itto, childe, kazuha, tighnari

[merakidoll]

he loves your stomach. this is for my chubby girls! but specifically, chubby black women <3

he absolutely adored everything about you. from the top of your head, to the tip of your toes. but what he loves most was your stomach. the softness, how warm it was and pretty. your little pudge he would call it even tho it was far from little, he always found himself gripping the extra meat whenever he was sleepy, or anxious. but most of all when he would fuck into you.

“p-pretty baby, daddy loves you” he would whisper into your ear looking at you through the mirror. he large veiny hand gripping and tugging at your stomach, making him go faster because honestly, it turned him on.

he always would be messy when his hand found it’s way to gripping you fullness. always filled your hole with more cum than he ever has before, whimpering like a bitch in heat and growing hard from the deep heavy breaths you would take. “j-just one more. t-then m’done”

let’s not forget about the nights where your legs would lay mindlessly over his shoulders while his face was shoved into your tummy. licks, bites, sniffs. he did it all falling into a deep space of comfortability just from the the squishy-ness. without realizing, he would move down from your belly, to your thick thighs. kissing and sucking, leaving hickeys over your stretched mark skin and licking up the slit of your pussy, spitting out a glob that had your toes curling and nails gripping his hair.

eren, ghost, alejandro, zoro, tengen, kazutora, toji

[mrswint3rs]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐟𝟏𝟒𝟏 + 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 ❦

(fem reader)

Cw- manhandling, marking, unprotected sex, oral sex, subby konig, daddy kink (Price), use of pet names, face fucking, size difference, CNC (Ghost) ❦

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬 ❤︎︎

After a shit day, you’re the one thing he has to look forward to. He’ll take his anger out on you in whatever way he sees fit, knowing you’ll let him.

His hand tangles in your hair, pinning you down to whatever surface is nearby. Wall, bed, floor, doesn’t matter to him. As long as you writhe beneath him.

He loves hitting you, marking you just to see your face contort. And he absolutely can’t stand it when you pay visits to the other men. He knows he can’t own you, instead he’ll fuck you til’ the only thing you remember is his name, as well as the rest of the force since you’re so loud.

“Take it, conejito” he groans, stuffing your cunt over and over again despite practically shooting blanks. “This pussy belongs to me. Molded to fit me. Only I can make you shake like this, eh?”

𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 ❤︎︎

He just likes to please you in general. Seeing you satisfied is what pleases him and he’ll drop to his knees in an instant. You’re in charge. (most of the time)

“Does that feel good, mein schatz?” he asks, mouth completely buried in your cunt. His face is a complete mess and he’s lapping up everything you offer like a starved puppy.

Hearing your whimpers and moans caused by him makes him go absolutely crazy. He’ll stroke himself through his cargos, tip leaking through the fabric. He doesn’t really care that much about getting himself off, it just feels good.

Either way, he does. When you suffocate him with your thighs, exclaim how good he’s doing, it completely breaks him into a whiney mess. He cums in his pants, not bothering to whip it out. You’re his focus, practically his goddess.

He’ll sit in it until you’re completely satisfied, til you can’t handle another orgasm.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 ❤︎︎

He has a bit of a daddy kink. (don’t ask me why i think this. i just know.)

He loves missionary, simply because he gets to look into your teary eyes, watch your pretty tits bounce in delay from his thrusts. The way you hold eye contact makes him weak. Your eyes say so much about how his cock is making you feel.

“Cum for daddy, princess.” he urges, slamming into your sloppy pussy in repetition. “Hear how wet you are? All for your daddy, isn’t it.”

His calloused thumb circles your little nub, making you tighten and twitch as you near your end. “Cum for me,” he repeats softly to you.

“Make daddy’s cock a mess.”

𝐊��𝐥𝐞 ’𝐆𝐚𝐳’ 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 ❤︎︎

He just loves using your mouth. But he’s gentle with it.

He slips just the tip past your lips, letting you take it at your own pace. He hates making you feel uncomfortable.

“Easy, baby.” he croons, peering down at you with concern as you try to take him deeper. He doesn’t know where to put his hands so he plays with your hair.

Your tongue traces his length as you sink further down while your hand corkscrews the remainder and milking out his load into your mouth.

“You’re too good at that…” he moans out, struggling to catch his breath.

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 ’𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩’ 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 ❤︎︎

Also likes using your mouth except he’s rougher. He’ll stand towering over you as you’re on your back, head hung level with his waist.

He’ll hold a hand to your neck, feeling where his cock reaches. He loves watching you struggling not to choke on it. Boosts his ego.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.” he rolls his hips, jabbing in and out of your throat with no mercy, using you like a fleshlight.

He rapidly thrusts until you tap out. He wasn’t mean, of course he stopped when you needed a break. He sits you up for a minute to let you catch your breath and he’ll wait until you’re ready for him again.

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 ❤︎︎

Has a major size kink.

He’ll fuck the life out of your smaller form, making you cry and beg for mercy. He loves it when you can hardly handle him.

“This is what you’re made for, love.” he says, girth stretching your poor hole to fit him. He’s so much bigger and stronger than you, it’s so easy to force you into submission.

He traps you underneath his heavy weight, holding you down while you squirm. “C’mon take it for me. Quit fussin’.” he says sternly as if frustrated. But you both know it’s just for show.

You make him feel so good it’s unreal. He just likes to watch you try to wriggle away from him when you know can’t.

[headcanonenthusiast]

COD characters and their opinions on toys

Includes Valeria Garza, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Simon Riley, König, Kyle Garrick, John Price and Alex Keller.

All headcanons, besides Valeria's, are gender-neutral.

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone in-between, I got an ask from an anonymous user that gave me an absolutely devilish idea. They suggested a multitude of things, but one thing they requested was another COD characters x reader headcanons, but specifically, how they feel about using toys.

Also, if you've been following me for a while, you'll know that I've never written for Price before. He's literally my grandpa but imma do my best to deliver for you Price lovers 🙏

NSFW under the cut.

Enjoy!

Valeria Garza

-Sooooo, yall know how I said she'd encourage the use of toys when away, but when she's with you she won't let you touch one? She still does that.

-Her view on toys is actually quite positive despite restricting your use of them. She kinda just denies you the right to use any toys she hasn't picked out for you specifically bc it turns her on (and bc she's a bitch ❤)

-If she catches you using a toy that she didn't permit you to use, she'll crank the intensity on said toy up to 100 and basically overstimulate you until you're complaining and crying. (Consensually, ofc. Consent is important y'all 🙏)

-"What did I say about using toys without my permission, hm? That's right-I said not to. But, you didn't listen, did you? No, no, you stop that shit. If you didn't want me to punish you, you never would've picked up that vibrator in the first place."

-Shes absolutely RUTHLESS if you use a toy without her permission.

-But, when it comes to toys she DOES want you to use, she'll either intruct you how to use them or just control the toy herself.

-Personal favorite toy is a vibrator, but she also loves using a strap, but only on you. She'll never let you use any type of strap/dildo on her.

-Will occasionally use a vibrator if you aren't there/in the mood on herself, but will never let you use one on her.

Alejandro Vargas

-If you suggest the use of toys, he'll look at you like 🤨

-"Toys? You wanna start using toys? Am I not enough for you anymore, mi chula/o? (Girl/boy)"

-He'll probably think he's not satisfying you enough if you suggest it, but he's open to trying it after you insist that he's still able to satisfy you.

-When he does try them out with you, they become a staple in your sex life. Specifically a vibrator for each of you to use.

-Does prefer it where it's just you two, though. Sex toys are kinda like a special treat he likes to indulge in on occasion.

-After you introduce him to vibrators, though? He uses them all the time for masterbating.

-May or may not send you videos of him pleasuring himself with the toys yall bought together 🤭

-Also may or may not eventually want to get a vibrator that has his name engraved on it for you, so you can use it whenever he's out on missions :)

Rodolfo Parra

-Kinda like Alejandro, where he only uses them sometimes, but has probably used at least a fleshlight before yall got together.

-He's honestly a sucker for vibrators, but it's become something he only does with you. Won't use them to please himself because he needs to hear your voice for it to feel really good.

-His opinion on toys is more positive as opposed to Alejandro's in the beginning, though. He's perfectly fine with the suggestion and doesn't feel embarrassed when you two (obviously) may not know how to use a specific toy for the first time.

-"Don't worry, amor (love). It's only our first time. If we like it, we'll use it again, and the more we use it, the better it'll feel."

-Very encouraging of you if you wanna buy a new toy. And he doesn't necessarily mind what it is, either. Fleshlights, vibrators, straps, most toys he's open to trying.

-Would totally send you videos (or more so, just the audio) of him using any toys you bought for him. Very vocal about it, too. (I'm a firm believer that Rudy has a voice kink)

-Will occasionally send you links to toys he think you'd like on Amazon or something and be like "if you give me a bj I'll buy you this for Christmas " (you don't have to give him a blowjob. He'll buy it for you anyway)

König

-I feel like he'd be a biiggggg fleshlight enjoyer.

-Would love to use one and pretend it's you when you aren't there.

-He's kinda ehhh about other toys, though. Mostly because his fleshlight satisfies him enough without the addition of others.

-If you wanna use them on yourself, that's fine. König just wants you to be happy.

-But, if you wanna use one on him? May Lord have mercy 🙏

-Will probably manhandle you for the suggestion, pinning you down and punishing you how he sees fit.

-Maybe, when he finally loses all self-respect for himself, he'll try it out.

-"But only once." He says, not willing to admit how much he learns to love vibrators.

-Will totally use one when you aren't home. Wouldn't be caught dead by you with one, though. If he asks you what time you'll be home, there's one of two things going on.

-#1: He just misses you

-#2: He's using a vibrator and wants to know if he has enough time to cum before you get home

John Price

-Not a big toy guy honestly, not even with fleshlights or simpler toys.

-Like...I feel like he'd be okay with trying something like a vibrator or sex doll, but he just won't like it as much.

-"These toys aren't anywhere near as good as you, darling."

-They really just aren't for John, but he doesn't wanna deprive you of using them. Most of the time, anyway.

-Sometimes, he'll catch you with one while he hasn't had the best day and is desperate for you. So, he'll take control of the toy for you, gently edging you before taking you for himself.

-"Can't believe you thought that that little toy could compare to me, love."

-Despite barely using the toys himself, he's the one who insists on washing yours after you use them around him. He knows how sensitive the combination of him and toys must make you, therefore, he doesn't want you to move an inch afterwards.

Kyle Garrick

-He's a big toy enthusiast. Loves them, anything that vibrates in particular. Probably has a cockring.

-Gaz is also more than happy to let you use whatever toys you want. On yourself, on him, he's pretty open to when it comes to the use of sex toys.

-On the occasions where you aren't there, he'll send you a video or picture of him using a toy (Totally not to tempt you home, totally not).

-"Look at what you do to me, baby. Can't keep my hands to myself when you're not here."

-I feel like he'd like mutual masterbation. Just watching you use a toy of your choice is enough to make him cum.

-He'll also place any toys on the bedside table to be washed the next morning (which is important btw❗❗) and may or may not get the biggest smirk on his face seeing whatever mess y'all left behind.

Simon Riley

-Appreciates a good fuck with a fleshlight or pocket pussy.

-But besides those types of toys? Ehhh..

-Not really his thing. Like I said in the Simon specific headcanons, he's not really that crazy when it comes to sex. He's not the type to judge his partner if they use toys, but if they manage to piss him off, I feel like he'd hide them. (Would probably just put it on a high shelf or something if you're shorter 💀💀)

-"You're not getting that stupid toy back. Not till you say sorry."

-Might even tease you with the toy, like drawing it over your dick/pussy and chuckling when you demand he give it back.

-"Oh, you want it back, do ya? No, no, no. Sorry, love, but I think I'd like to see why you like this little thing so much before I hand it over."

Alex Keller

-He loves anything that vibrates.

-Almost as much as he loves you, actually. Uses them religiously whenever you aren't in the mood/there.

-Like Gaz where he likes to use them during sex, but not really with mutual masterbation.

-Instead, he'll have a vibrator or even an anal plug on himself while he eats you out/sucks you off. (Totally moans against your cock/pussy btw, he's fairly vocal 🤭)

-Or, you can use a toy on yourself while you give him a handjob and he'll praise you endlessly for it.

-"Aw, does that feel good, baby? Yeah? Good, good girl/boy."

-At the end of the day, though, he'd much rather be cumming from your touch than a toy. So, he'll put them aside so he can have you all to himself. You're absolutely irresistible to him, afterall. How could he choose a toy over you when you're so perfect in his eyes?

Yall I'm SO sorry that this took me forever. Life has been absolutely slaughtering me, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Next up will be COD men x male reader headcanons, so be on the lookout for that!

Feel free to ask me what I should do next! My inbox is always open.

[d0youc0py]

“Her and Soap would make a good couple, no?” Alejandro smirked, watching as you and the Scot took turns drowning each other in the pool.

“No they wouldn’t.” Ghost said quickly. A little too quick. Price chuckled knowing exactly what was running through his head.

“Why not? I don’t think I’ve seen Soap laugh so much and they seem pretty affectionate with each other.” Alejandro continued. It’s true, you and Soap were a bit touchy touchy but in a headlock and kick each other type of way.

“They’re friends- nothin’ more.” Ghost was growing annoyed of this conversation. He couldn’t blame Alejandro though. From outside eyes you and Soap could be seen as a good pair. Simon hated the thought of anyone thinking you were with anyone but him- yet he did almost nothing to make it seem like you were with him. Only the most observant people- such as Price- noticed the little things Ghost did for you. The way he always carried extra of your ammo in case you ran out. The way he always made extra of his breakfast for you to have some too. The way he would put up a fight when Price wanted to send you on a mission without him.

“I’d have to agree with Ghost on this one.” Captain sighed, standing up from his chair. He patted Ghost on the shoulder. “I’m gonna get started on lunch.”

“I’ll go with you!” Alejandro and Rudy were quick to stand up.

“What you don’t trust me?” Price raised a brow.

“Well I don’t know if you brits are very well known for you food.” Alejandro chuckled, wrapping an arm around Prices shoulder.

“You kiddin’? You know how many cooking show take place in England?”

Ghost sunk down in his seat and tugged at his balaclava. The heat was getting to him. Plus the way you, Soap and Gaz splashed around in the pool looked so refreshing.

“Hey Lieu?” You swam up to the side of the pool, resting your arms on the hot surface. “You sure you don’t want to come in the pool? I could use some back up in here.” God how he loved your smile. It was almost enough for him to rip his clothes off and hop in. It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen his face before. You were a jack of all trades- one of the trades being medicine. You had treated him for a head injury a while back and the way you accidentally called him handsome made it easy for him to take his mask off in front of you. It was the rest of him he was worried about. The bullet wounds on his abdomen. The burn mark across his chest. The deep angry scars all over his back- and all over him really. He wasn’t ready for you to know how fucked up he really was. He didn’t- couldn’t scare you off. So here he was. Sitting in a lawn chair, drinking a bourbon, in a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt.

“Lieu?” You repeated. He knocked himself out of his trance.

“No, I’m alright.” He took another swig of his drink trying to drown out your pouty lip.

“Alright.” You sighed. “I was hoping we could’ve formed an alliance. I’m getting tired of Bubble Boy and his attitude!” You yelled the last part, causing Soap to shoot you in the head with a water gun.

“You’re just mad cause I’m winning!” Soap yelled.

“She’s kicking your arse.” Ghost shouted. His comment caused a whole new wave of competitiveness between you and the Scot- so much so that Gaz stepped out not wanting to get a black eye.

“I feel like we should be filming this.” Gaz chuckled, pulling out his phone. It was quite entertaining watching two highly trained soldier go after each other with water guns.

About an hour later Alejandro announced lunch.

“Thank god! I’m starving!” You groaned, pulling yourself out of the pool. Ghost suddenly decided the sky was much more interesting to look at than your dripping body. When he looked back down, he had to stop a groan from leaving his lips. There you were- wearing his shirt. His shirt. It was plain black- but had L.T Ghost printed on the back. His insides were swarming, and he barely had any time to process as you ran inside to start eating. He needed to stay there for a moment. He needed to calm down. He wasn’t use to this. Such little things completely throwing him off. He looked down, noticing how his bag and your bag were so close, that’s when he noticed another black clothing item. He grabbed it, holding it up. It was another entirely too big for you black shirt. The one that was probably suppose to be your cover up. So it was a mistake. You meant to grab yours but instead you grabbed his extra shirt. That helped ease the tension in his eyes. He should’ve known you were too good of a girl to be such a tease.

••••••••

The sun had finally started to set. All of you were still coming out of your food coma, and spread all over the house to digest. Times like this were your favorite. Eating delicious food. Hearing and sharing stories with your almost chosen family. Now here you were sprawled out on the tile, your feet dangling in the water as you stared at the pink sky.

“You against company?” Simon asked. You lifted your head to see him sticking his head out the door. You quickly shook your head, giving him a smile. He grabbed a chair and sat down next to you. He followed your gaze and looked up at the sky. Your eyes left the sky in favor of his jawline. He had taken off his mask to eat and couldn’t be bothered to put it back on.

Feeling your eyes on him he looked down to meet your gaze. The mask wasn’t able to hide his emotions anymore- not that you caught the obvious adoration across his face. Your eyes traced over the scar that extended from his cheekbone down to the corner of his lip. He watched you watch him- knowing exactly what you were looking at. Yet he didn’t feel insecure. You had a glint in your eye, it wasn’t judgement or pity. The closest thing he could compare it to was understanding. You didn’t feel sorry for him. You didn’t look at him with any disgust. You just admired it. Like people would a painting that they couldn’t quite understand but enjoyed the feeling it gave them nonetheless. You enjoyed the feelings he gave you. The security you felt with him. You knew instinctually that he would always be there. Guiding you. Watching you. Protecting you. Making your day better- even in the smallest ways. His scars were assurance of that. He’d always fight his way out to be there.

The look in your eyes made it possible for him to say something he’d wanted to all day.

“Wanna go for a swim?” He asked.

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N : Fuck me if I’m right, but does chocolate milk from brown cows?

Alejandro, zero hesitation : You’re right.

Y/N : Really?

Alejandro, throws them over his shoulder : A thousand times yes, now let’s go find a bed.

Y/N : We don’t need a bed

[lazybutsmexy]

Are you looking for a wife?

Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

Warnings: pure fluff, mention of injuries, probably very wrong medical information, prescribed drug use, some cursing.

Summary: whenever you get ketamine as pain relief, you lose all thought-to-speech filter.

On AO3

A/N: I just watched an episode of one of those shows about air ambulances from the UK where they gave a guy ketamine, and he was high as a kite and kept telling the doctor (who was like 20 years older) "you're my kind of bird 🥺♥️". You really can get inspiration from anywhere, huh.

•~•~•~•~•

It had been one of those missions that went to shit really quick but somehow the Ghost team got the upper hand in the end. The intel was found, the hostage was rescued, and most of the team got away with minimal injuries.

Unfortunately for you, you were the exception to the last one.

The bullet and the stab wound you had received left you at a risk of bleeding out. One of the Vaqueros - Fernando, you learned - had enough medical training to treat you on site, but you really needed the MedEvac stat. The stim shot you had given yourself during the heat of the battle had long since worn off, and you were administered a strong dose of ketamine to keep your blood pressure from spiking any further and help with the pain once you all made it to the safe house.

However, one funny secondary effect you always got when you were given that drug, was that you lost all filters with your musings. They were never inappropriate per se, just plain weird. In a few words, you were high off your tits.

"...Mars is the only planet in the universe to be entirely inhabited by robots…" you mumbled to no one in particular as you stared straight at the roof over your head, past the top of Fernando's head who was still stitching a scratch on your forehead - only God knows how you got that one. Fernando just blinked at you and shook his head, focusing on his task, while Soap, who wasn't that far from you, was having a really hard time trying not to laugh at your stoner talk.

The utter (non?)sense that came out of your mouth was indeed amusing to whoever was listening closely, mostly Soap and Ghost, who, like the rest of 141, were already used to your reaction to ketamine from previous experiences, and would sometimes even prompt more unhinged thoughts from you. Price tried not to pay too much attention to whatever you said - he knew that as long as you were somewhat coherent and cohesive with your words, they could rule out any brain damage. Whenever Gaz heard your comments, it actually made him think about what you said, always coming to the conclusion that you were actually onto something.

Fernando finally finished with your care and left to check some of the others, while you kept staring at the ceiling of the safehouse, completely lost in your thoughts again. Your eyelids felt heavy, but you weren't sure if it was because of the drug or the blood loss. You were trying really hard to stay awake, but now that your body wasn't burning with pain and the adrenaline had worn off, all the exhaustion from the previous days caught up with you.

You looked over at Ghost, who was now speaking to Alejandro, and couldn't help but sigh dreamily at the leader of the Vaqueros - your inhibitions had really flown out of the window when the ketamine hit. They both glanced at you and you blinked twice, each time your eyelids got heavier.

"LT, 'm sleepy," you groaned, not noticing that you were pouting at both your Lieutenant and the Colonel like a grumpy toddler that needed a nap.

Alejandro somehow maintained a passive stare at you - inwardly though, he was already cradling you in his arms and cooing sweet nothings at you until you fell asleep.

Ghost simply stared at your lying form, and walked closer to you, crouching down to take a better look at your bandages.

"...Well, since you aren't actively bleeding out, I suppose you can take a nap," Ghost huffed but quickly held a finger to your face before you could take him up on it, "but someone will wake you up every 30 minutes just to make sure you still live, copy?"

"Copy, LT, loud and cle-" you interrupted yourself and just stared straight at his skull mask. Ghost frowned, wondering if he should feel concerned.

"...Are you-"

"A cheeseburger," you interrupted him, your eyes wide like sauce plates, "is a dead cow covered with its lactation." As soon as you finished your sentence, your head lolled to the side and you were knocked out cold, a soft snore leaving your barely open lips.

"Bloody fucking hell, kid," Ghost sighed, shaking his head in defeat as Soap wheezed not far away from you.

Alejandro could only stare at you, his hand clutched to his chest. "...Ay, ternura…"

•~•~•~•~•

Thirty minutes had passed when Alejandro decided to check on you. Activity had lulled to a stop and most of the people were catching on some sleep, except for those keeping guard.

He could've gotten some shut-eye too, but he was the kind of leader who wouldn't completely rest until it was totally safe to do so for the whole team.

As he approached you, he noticed you were already awake and staring at the ceiling. He smiled softly, wondering if you were getting lost in your silly little thoughts again, and sat down next to you, watching your eyes focus on him this time.

"What's in your head, preciosa?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper so as to not wake the others.

"...Are you looking for a wife?" You whispered back at him after a few moments.

He blinked twice before leaning a little closer, wondering if he had heard you right, and if you could hear the way his heart rate picked up. "... Perdón?"

"Are you looking for a wife, Alejandro?" You repeated, dead serious.

He cleared his throat to get rid of the knot that formed there, before grinning at you. "...why? Are you offering?"

"... Yes," you nodded, offering him a little grin of your own, "where should I turn my résumé?"

He chuckled softly and reached down, fixing a stray lock from your forehead and tucked it behind your ear, "ask me again when you're sober and I might tell you, tesoro."

"Oh, the ketamine wore off," you sighed, slightly leaning into his fingers, "the pain woke me up, my whole body burns, actually."

His grin dropped and he frowned at you in concern, you looked awfully calm to be in that much pain. "...Want me to ask Fernando to give you some more?"

You shook your head, offering him a smile, but this time he noticed the sweat on your forehead and the frown in your brow as you tried not to move too much, "nah, I want to be sober to hear your answer. So? How do I apply?"

This time Alejandro could barely check the volume of his chuckle as he leaned even closer to you, his knuckles brushing your cheek, "If you're available, the position is all yours, preciosa."

This time you offered him a toothy smile, a flush staining your cheeks and all signs of pain gone from your features, "I make a mean huevo ranchero, you won't regret it."

"You could make me only tostadas for the rest of your life and I'd still look forward to them," he cooed, before signaling Fernando over to you, "now, let's get you comfortable for the trip, si?"

Just as he spoke, the rumble of the heli echoed in the distance, and little by little the teams woke up from their slumber. You got another shot of ketamine and were prepared for the journey, and it wasn't long until you started sharing your wisdom again with whoever could hear, much to Alejandro's delight, Soap's amusement, and Ghost's chagrin.

"If you think about it, the Miss Universe pageant should be called Miss Planet Earth, because no aliens participate in it… that we know of…"

A/N2: *quietly tags @ragingbookdragon here* 🤫♥️

[diejager]

Hey! I'm new here but what I've seen of your blog so far I've consumed appreciatively.

Could I please get an Alejandro Vargas x f!reader anything nsfw with a breeding schmink?? I know that man wants a soccer team.

Perhaps he'd seen the reader take care of a kid/s in his family and she's really good with them, she's always wanted her own so when something clicks with Alejandro, man is on a mission that doesn't take very much convincing on the readers part.

Thank you 🤍

Parenthood

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

Cw: breeding kink, pregnancy, soft sex, creampie, service dom!Alejandro, p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.4k (A/N): I’m gonna be honest with you, I don’t really like it and it feels a bit rushed and just bad.

His heart nearly stopped when he turned around, the sight making him choke down a breath. He’d forgotten for a second that he was in public, gracing the cleaned streets of Las Almas, the cartel driven away by the joint force of Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros. Breath stolen away in a whisper of love and admiration, he watched you play with the children, small and precious, sitting on your haunches with the kids surrounding you in a crowd of loud chatting and adorable giggles. His knees felt weak when he caught your eyes, glancing his way with a smile gracing your lips, the warm and motherly gleam in your beautiful eyes and the way you held the small fingers of a child between your soft fingers.

“Oh, mi amor,” he sighed, feeling his cheeks flush brightly, chest filling up with warmth, a comforting and burning heat that pulsed through his body like a plague. 

He remembered that he wore the clothes of a civvy, he was but a man and a husband outside of the uniform, outside of the base, and outside of the battlefield. He moved slowly when you beckoned him towards you, hand leaving the child to wave him over, fingers curling and smile so enticing to kiss. He bowed to your whim, crouching beside you to greet the kids, smiling warmly and coaxing them forward with the promise of a piggyback ride. It made him wonder how energetic and joyous his house would be with children running around the place.

You fell back on the bed, lips swollen and cheeks flushed, your hair was a mess and your clothes ruffled, riding over your abdomen, the edge of your lacy bra peeking under your shirt. Alejandro was quick to undress you, pulling your shirt over your head and your shorts down your legs, he unclipped your bra and pulled your panties to your ankles. He sat up, admiring your nakedness, the smooth curves of your hips and the sheen of sweat coating your skin. He shrugged his clothes off, lips wrapping around your nipples once his shirt was off, teeth nipping at your collar and neck before trailing down your stomach to kiss your slick folds.

He shuddered at the taste of your pussy, tongue lapping at your clit, rolling the tip over your sensitive button. He drank up your moans as he drank up your slick, lips latching to your nub, sucking while his hands moved up your thighs, gripping the apex of it and dipping into you. With two fingers, he slipped them between your lips, teasing you while he still had the self-control to. He had to hold you down, despite your squirming and mewls being addicting, he needed you to stay still for him to make you come before he snapped.

“God, Ale-” you knocked your head back when you felt him push a finger in, pumping in and out, and curling upwards. 

He groaned, eyes rolling back at the wet squelch of his finger - fingers, now that he added another one to stretch you out - and curling them against your spongy wall, in search of your sweet g-spot. His cock rubbed against the tightness of his boxers, being confined to his pants while he serviced you in a way that any husband should with his precious wife if he wanted her happy, rutting against the bed. 

He drove in, panting as if he ran a marathon, out of breath from the excitement and control he exerted on himself. He wanted you to come first, to feel you fall over the edge, to watch your back arch and toes curl before he fucked his child into you, to fill you with his cum and love. He shifted his hand, digits pounding upwards in fast and erratic motions, rigid as he pushed on, listening to your yelp turning into whimpers and mewls mixing together as your toes curled, fingers gripping the bed sheets. 

“Come for me, mi amor,” he mumbled against your clit, his voice rumbling down to your core. “C’mon.”

He felt you jerk, your thighs closing around his head and your walls clamping down on his fingers, pulsing wildly with every loud mewls and moans. He helped you ride out your climax, pumping slowly while you panted, keeping his fingers relaxed until you calmed down. He pressed his lips to your navel, right over your womb, moving up with his little pecks, cheeky and loving. He could spend his days worshipping you with his lips, his hands and his cock, but you pulled him towards your lips, mouth moving feverishly against his, chasing the taste of your cunt on his tongue. He groaned, tongue meeting yours in a dance, rolling over yours and slipping between your teeth. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the salty tang slipping onto your tongue. His eyes closed in the moments, lost in the softness and enrapture of your being, mind zoned into your hands wandering over his neck, short nails caressing down his chest, over the curves of his sculpted abdomen and to the waistband of his briefs. 

You pulled them down, slipping your fingers under the waistband and pushing them down his strong thighs and muscled ass, his hard and angry cock bobbing and slapping his happy trail. He kicked them off, as impatient as he was to undress you, throwing his boxers somewhere behind him. He grasped your hips, ready to lay you down on your back and kiss you away, but you pushed him back, forcing him to sit on his ass as you straddled him. He let out a soft moan, your wet and warm cunt grinding down on his leaky cock, his bulbous head nudging the hood of your clit. 

“Please, corazón.”

Hands planted on his shoulders and him supporting your weight by your hips, you sank, feeling his cock stretch you open. You shared a groan, Alejandro’s cock filling you inch by inch, swallowed by your pulsing walls. You moved slowly, hips bucking as you rode him, steadily taking him deeper with every roll, rocking down until he bottomed out, sitting flush on his lap, thighs wet and body sweaty. He kissed you reverently, holding you to his chest as you shifted, legs pushing you up and down, skin slapping together in echoing squelch, wet and filthy as the words he whispered in your ear. 

He voiced his wishes of wanting to become a father, of wanting to breed your fertile womb, of wanting to see your stomach swell with life. He’d drink the milk from your swollen tits, the sweet and warm dribble of milk that would leak from your overfilled breasts. He’d hold and caress your round stomach, watching it grow with the passing months and caring for your every whim. He promised you he’d make you a mother, to care for you during your pregnancy and to watch over your little bébé, holding them in his arms, kissing them with the gentle press of his lips, and letting them grab his finger. 

Alejandro promised you the world as he bucked upwards, fucking himself into you with a delirious mind and stuttering pace. You rocked down, thighs burning with exhaustion and cramping, working to ride up and down on his throbbing cock, the crossing veins rubbing against your back wall. Your cunt pulling him in, the knot in your core tightening with a strong pulse, coaxing him closer to his end. Alejandro looked as strained as you were, breathing heavily, chest puffing up with broken groans and skin gleaming with sweat. He chased his release, lips catching yours with an open-mouthed kiss, tongue swirling around yours, sharing warm breaths. 

“Alejandro-” you swore, “I love you- I- fuck… Te amo. Te amo, Ale.”

You felt his cock jump, a sudden and strong thrust, slamming his head to your cervix had you reeling, coil in your navel snapping. Moans rolled down your tongue, body shuddering strongly as your legs buckled under you, knees falling and depending on him to ride out your high. His name and I love yours slipped from you, egging Alejandro on with every confession, especially the ones in Spanish. It doesn’t take long for him to come, your release being the catalyst for his. Cum spurted from his slit, painting your walls with his potent load and filling your womb, hips stuttering until he stilled, sitting motionless on his lap.

You both gasped, breath laboured as you leaned into him, forehead touching one another. Your eyes searched his warm, brown ones, the swirl of love in them had you swooning for the man you married. You felt full and warm, loved and taken cared of, in Alejandro’s arms with your mouth locked, sharing a moment withouting needing to voice out your emotions. 

“Do you think it’ll take?” You mumbled, pressing your head under his chin.

He hummed, his throat rumbling from the low sound.

“We’ll try again if it doesn’t.”

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Instead I Pour the Milk. [Alejandro Vargas x fem!Reader] Chapter 10

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warnings: graphic depictions of a wound and SO MUCH ANGST

Breakups tended to be rough, but they seemed even rougher when there wasn't an actual established relationship in the first place. All a person could do is sit and think about what could have been if fate had been in their favor after only getting a mere taste.

You were no stranger to dating and its consequences. There'd been other people in your life before Alejandro, some you even considered spending the rest of your life with. You weren't some delicate, naïve flower. You'd been through it all before, and that meant you knew your worth.

Alejandro called and texted and left voicemails, all of which you ignored. There were more pressing matters to be dealt with than being gaslit. You had three new hires that needed training. They all came in one Thursday, your least busiest day of the week. All on time too, so you were able to get started almost immediately and show them around the store and appliances.

Yelena, who was the oldest of your new employees, was quick to picking up what you demonstrated. She was younger than you by a few years, and wanted a job nearby while she finished her last few semesters of college. You remembered her visiting the shop a few times before today, and from your recollection she was a respectful, upbeat gal. Maybe one day you'd make her manager.

Carlos was your youngest employee at sixteen years old. His mother made him apply, much to his blatant displeasure. He sighed, scoffed and made his disdain apparent the entire day, but you were patient. If it really came down to it you'd lay him off, but you could see through his teen angst and apathy that he actually enjoyed working the espresso machine.

Then there was Maria. She didn't talk much, but remained polite and was a fast learner. You made a note to give her tasks around the shop where she wouldn't have to speak to strangers.

The first day of training was a modest success. You showed your employees each machine and how to work and clean them, then served them coffee and scones for their break. There were minimal spills when you taught each person how to do an espresso pull, in fact Carlos didn't spill at all. His cappuccino was nearly perfect, too.

It would be nice to have the extra help and give your body time to recover from your previous busy weeks. Maybe you'd now have time for a hobby, something more intellectually stimulating and less physically demanding than zipping around a shop almost mindlessly as your hands did all the work second-naturedly. And if you were being completely honest, you buried yourself further in work to ignore the sting of betrayal you were feeling from the previous weekend.

When it was finally closing time your employees helped clean up and were on their way, ready to come back tomorrow to continue their training. You cracked your back and locked the door behind them, and that's when David approached you from the kitchen with news.

"So, Alejandro called me."

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, then let a forth a gravely exhale. Your initial thought was to react explosively and finally let out all the anger you've been bottling up this past week. But that would be unfair to David, who was only the messenger in this situation.

"Did you pick up?" You asked.

"Yeah. He really wants to talk to you." David said.

You almost scoffed and walked past him to the flight of stairs leading to your apartment. "I could have told you that."

David followed you. "Yeah, but... You should hear him out."

"Why should I? What else did he tell you?" You wondered.

David paused. "I think it's something you should hear from him yourself."

You rolled your eyes into the back of your head. "For the love of–"

"Just– Look, all I'm going to say is that maybe you didn't see what you think you saw."

"I didn't see Alejandro and his ex girlfriend at a fancy restaurant? I didn't see that?" You asked, increasingly irritated.

David sighed tiredly. "That's not what I'm saying Scout, and you know that. I hate it when you get like this." He mumbled.

"Then drop it. I didn't even want to talk about it."

"Fine. Sorry for trying to help."

"I don't need help. I need to be left alone." You shot back.

"It's okay to be upset Scout, but don't close yourself off. That solves nothing."

"David, I don't stick my nose into you and Eva's business so quit trying to stick your nose into mine."

"Alejandro called me, Scout. I was fine with leaving you be, but after what he told me I know that you have the situation all wrong."

"And yet you won't tell me what I have wrong. You know what? Here's what you can do; Have Alejandro write down his explanation, fold it up nice and tiny, and shove it right up his di–"

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, but the ringtone indicated that it was in fact not the devil-in-question but your mother.

"I gotta take this." You said, slipping past David and making a beeline for your bedroom.

After your weekly phonecall with your parents, you marked your calendar for their arrival. November 17th. It was October 30th now. Day of the Dead just about here, and you planned to celebrate accordingly. You wanted to honor your late grandparents and aunt by setting up an altar for them in the shop.

David didn't speak to you for the rest of the night, far too frustrated at you to maintain any normal conversation. Perhaps that was for the best, as conversing would only lead up to another argument about your predicament. And the only way to solve that would be to solve your issue.

Truth be told, part of the reason why you didn't respond to any of Alejandro's messages was because you knew you'd lash out and thought it best to wait to speak to him when you weren't angry. Especially since there was indeed a chance that you had it all wrong afterall. You both desired and dreaded the possibility. It'd be great to be wrong, but boy did you hate being wrong.

The next day came and went, and it was just you closing the shop after you relieved your employees and David early to enjoy their Friday night. You and David were hardly on speaking terms and exchanged maybe twenty words at most with each other that day. It hurt you to be snubbed by your favorite cousin, but it was for the best until further notice. Still, that notion didn't make the aching loneliness you felt on this Saturday night any less painful, especially since you knew he was going out to be with Eva. He all but threw his healthy situationship in your face.

Once again, you found yourself alone in the shop on a Friday night. It was too late to call up Nanami to make any plans for the night, so you figured you'd just finish up in the store then sulk upstairs on the couch with your cats like the crazy cat lady you were destined to be.

You were descending the loft stairs with a tray of dirty dishes when you heard the door's bell ring. Cursing yourself for not locking it when you should've, you forebode telling your customer(s) that the shop was indeed closed and to come back tomorrow.

Approaching the front of the store with your customer service voice, you recited your typical closing speech while looking at the tray of mugs that threatened to tip over in your hand. "Sorry, but we're closed. Feel free to come back tommor–"

Subconsciously, you were hoping that it was Alejandro with a bouquet of flowers in that button down of his that you liked so much, here to serenade you with a guitar and recite original poetry about the color of your eyes. That would have been so, so, so much better than who it was.

Three men dressed in dark clothing, veiled in balaclavas, were waiting for you at the front of the store. When they noticed you freeze they began to close in and walk your way until they were backing you up against the stairs' wall.

The tray of dishes rattled in your hands as fear sunk its teeth into you like a subtle snake. "T-the register is over there, I have the k-key to open it–"

"We're not here for that you stupid bitch." One of them said.

Your heartbeat was deafening as it pounded your eardrums. Oh, why didn't you lock the door when you had the chance?

"My cousin will hear me scream." You warned.

"We know it's just you here." Another said.

You swallowed hard. "What is it you want?"

"For you to pack your bags and get the fuck out of Las Almas." One said.

"The people here love you, so we want you gone. It's that simple." Said another.

"Who- who are you-" You began to ask.

The biggest of the men pushed you to the ground before you could finish your sentence. "Do you want to piss me off?! Ask another question and I'll break your fucking jaw."

Glassware shattered around you. You didn't dare get off the ground and kept your eyes on the floor, far too petrified to dare looking any of them in the eyes. In the corner of your eye, you saw crimson.

"You have three weeks. Get your shit and get out of Las Almas." He said.

The shortest and scrawniest of them all kicked you in the stomach, causing you to cry out in pain. He snickered and followed the others, knocking books off shelves and pictures off the walls on their way out.

You had broken your fall with your dominant hand. Unfortunately, it was the hand that was holding a mug. Your palm was sliced open deeply when the mug shattered around your grasp upon hitting the floor . The blow to the stomach left you gasping for air, the pain sharp and throbbing deeply in your abdomen. You hugged yourself as you tried to restart your breathing while also being in immense pain.

Wheezing, air finally found your lungs, and once the room stopped spinning you made your way to your feet. A thick trail of blood followed you through the store as you walked to the phone on the wall to dial a number.

David didn't pick up, of course. He was seeing a movie with Eva so he probably shut his phone off. You growled called Nanami next. "Come on, come on." You whispered, eyes darting towards the door a few times while you dialed her number with shaking fingers.

She picked up after a few rings. "Hello?"

"N-Nanami?"

She said your name once she realized it was you. "What's the matter?"

"Can... you drive me to the hospital?"

"What!?"

"Yeah. I cut my hand open so I can't drive."

"I'll be over as soon as possible. What happened?"

"Some people came to the store and they... they–"

Tears spilled down your cheeks as the shock began to wear off and fear for your life took its place. You hiccupped as you tried to articulate what had just transpired but it came out as incoherent sobbing. It didn't help that you were in pain now that you were coming down from your adrenaline high.

"We'll be right over." Nanami promised.

"Should I call the police?" You asked in a small voice.

"No. Call Alejandro, if anyone."

"I... I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Why not? You know what, that's not important. Just... lock all the doors and get somewhere safe until we get there okay? I'm getting my shoes on right now."

"Okay..."

Nanami arrived with Paola and the two helped you into their car while minimizing the amount of blood spilled. You had your hand wrapped in a kitchen towel, but even the thick fabric was no match for the blood you were loosing.

Paola did her best to get to the hospital while also abiding by the laws of the road. You had peaked to see if the bleeding was coming to a stop, but your vision gradually became overcome with spots of white after catching a glimpse of the exposed tendons in your hand. Nanami noticed your eyes roll into the back of your head and shook you awake.

"Do you have a fear of blood?" Nanami asked.

"More like seeing the inside of my hand..." You mumbled.

"Christ." Nanami whispered.

You were seen relatively quick in the ER, probably to get you to stop getting blood all over the waiting room. The doctor got the bleeding to stop, stitched up your hand and bandaged it tightly. She sent you home with gauze and medication for the pain and practically grounded you from any possible work until you recovered. Any extensive work with your hands could tear your stitches and undo any healing. It was a good thing you got those new hires, eh?

"You were lucky. That mug cut you any deeper and you would have lost all control of your ring finger to your thumb. It's too early to see if there'll be any lingering nerve damage, but if so we're prepared to put you in physical therapy."

Physical therapy. It's that serious, you thought.

When Nanami and Paola took you home, the three of you noticed several silhouettes in the store along with two armored trucks parked nearby.

Your breathing became short and quick as panic set back in. "Oh God, they've come back." You breathed out, holding onto your door and seat next to you.

"No, that's not it. It's Sergeant Vargas and his men." Paola announced upon further inspection.

The three of you piled out of the car and approached the store with you walking behind them. David, Alejandro, and several soldiers were standing around the shop, obviously looking for clues as to what happened to you and your whereabouts. The door's bell alerted the men of your arrival.

David was the first to address you, by your real name this time. For the first time in years, probably.

He practically swept you off the ground in a hug and squeezed you tight, making white dots reappear in your vision.

"Easy! She's lost a lot of blood." Paola practically barked.

When David set you down, you found a seat at a nearby table and held your head in your unwounded hand. "What the hell happened? I came home and there was all this blood and broken glass!" He motioned to the crime scene.

"Three men came in. They... They want me to get out of Las Almas." You answered, tiredly.

"What the fuck? Who the hell–"

"What did they look like?" Alejandro asked you.

Gosh was it great to hear his husky voice again. You just wished it were during better circumstances. It was the first time seeing him since that night at the restaurant. He was in his uniform, with a rifle on his back just like the first time you met him. It was surprisingly bittersweet. Alejandro's jaw was tight but ticked when you locked eyes. It looked like he was physically stopping himself from approaching you. Despite the situation he still knew you wanted nothing to do with him and did his best to respect your wishes. He tried to speak to you from a tactical, professional perspective, as this wasn't a recreational visit but rather him being conscripted to aid at a crime scene. The police were 50/50 as far as being able to trust them. More like 70/30, but the ratio wasn't in your favor. It was a good thing you hadn't called the police, if officers sent to your place were in the cartel's pocket, there was a chance you'd never be seen again.

"I don't know, they wore masks." You finally answered. Tears brimmed your eyes again and you took deep breaths through your nose and out your mouth to slow your beating heart.

Alejandro approached you carefully with a handkerchief and kneeled to reach eye level. "It's okay, you are safe now. We won't let anything else happen to you."

Externally, the Sergeant remained surprisingly tranquil despite the burning urge to rake the streets of Las Almas for those responsible for hurting you and wreaking havoc upon them.

You took the cloth and dabbed away your tears. "I was so scared. They knew I was alone. They waited until I was alone, Alé."

"What does this mean?" Nanami asked.

"It's got to be the son of La Araña's doing." Paola said.

"But why does he have a problem with me? I haven't done anything." You asked, voice audibly cracking.

"Because you've become a beacon of hope in the community. I'm one too, but they'd never try to threaten me like this. He had his men threaten you because they think you're harmless... And because he probably knows how much you mean to me."

You didn't realize the two of you had been holding hands until he rubbed the back of your bandaged hand tenderly.

"They said I have three weeks to leave." You admitted, not pulling away from Alejandro.

"Until what?" David asked eagerly, almost impatiently.

You shook your head and practically wailed. "I don't know."

Nanami scoffed. "You're stressing her out, guys. The doctor said she needs rest. Let's get her to bed and then we can all talk about it when she's better."

Nanami and Paola helped you up the stairs to your room, changed you out of your blood-stained clothes and settled you into bed. When you were comfortable they returned downstairs to continue discussing the issue at hand.

It had been good to see Alejandro despite the predicament. You wondered if David called him when he couldn't find you. You never meant to keep them worrying about your whereabouts, you just didn't think to find your cellphone before leaving.

Sleep evaded you, no matter how comfortable you'd been. Guillermo carried the kittens to your bed and the five of them kept you company as you stared up at your ceiling. She always knew when you were upset, somehow. Momo knew everything. It was a quarter till 10 o'clock, so it wasn't like it was extremely past your bedtime. But, eventually you dozed off sometime after eleven.

The next morning you didn't feel as weak, but you didn't exactly feel like a hundred bucks either. David greeted you at the dining room table with a big breakfast, sure to help with your recovery. He watched you struggle to use a fork with your non-dominant hand, and tears silently streamed down his face.

You finally looked up at him, and David noticed you cock your head at him. "I'm... I'm sor–" He choked out.

You stopped him, having already anticipated the immense sense of guilt he must have felt. "Don't. There's nothing to be sorry about. None of us could have known this would happen."

"When I came home and saw the mess and-and the blood... I didn't know what to do. I was so scared for you."  He covered his face and turned away, sobbing lightly into his hands.

You set down your fork and stood up to hug him. He shook like a leaf in your embrace, and it reminded you of your childhood together. "Don't cry, Dave. I can't take you seriously when you're in your Miku apron." You joked.

David chuckled between sobs and hugged you tighter.

Later, the two of you went downstairs to the café. They must have cleaned up the mess last night, at least the glass and blood. There were broken picture frames leaned up against the wall, one being of you during your college graduation.

You pointed to it. "Piss. I liked that frame."

David scowled in the direction of the mess. "We're gonna find those responsible. Alright?"

You nodded slowly. "I know. Do we have to talk about it?"

"No."

"Thank you. I'm going to step outside."

"Scout–"

"Just to water the plants. Besides, it's the middle of the day and I'm not alone. They wouldn't strike now, would they?"

"No... I guess not."

You grabbed your watering can and after filling it up in the kitchen sink stepped out to water your various herbs and flowers growing in front of the store. Two soldiers had been standing on either side of your door, and after looking between the two of them they saluted you.

"Oh, good morning soldados. Did you want anything?" You asked.

One of them shook his head. "No ma'am, we have orders from Sergeant Vargas to keep guard of your store. Maybe when our relief comes, you can pour us a cup of coffee?"

Alejandro. Making sure you're safe even when he can't himself.

A small smile grew on your face and you nodded. "Of course, just let me know yeah? And thank you."

"Just following orders, ma'am." He said simply.

It was decided unanimously between you and your cousin that the shop wouldn't be open today. The night before was awful enough, and with your hand the way it was you doubted David would be able to run the store alone on one of your busiest days of the week. Surely word had gone around town by now about what transpired last night, so the community would understand.

As for the deadline you were given. It made you so unbearably fearful, for both your life and your cousin's. David was 6'3 and muscular, hence why those punks waited until he was out of the house to strike. But he wasn't invincible. Neither of you were.

And yet, with Alejandro's watchful eyes over you and your shop, the notion set your nerves at ease. The anger you felt was nearly gone. Nearly. Still pissed, but no longer desiring strangling him. That would have to be enough.

You sat on a couch in the loft and pulled out your phone to shoot him a text.

You: I'm ready to talk.

Mere minutes later, he replied.

Alejandro: I can be over there tonight. How is your hand?

You: Not bad.

Alejandro: Good. You're strong, mi vida.

Alejandro: Can I still call you that?

You: We'll figure out tonight.

Alejandro: Yes ma'am.

You locked your phone and carried on with the rest of the day with unmistakable butterflies in your stomach.

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Difficult Times Part 1

Suprise!

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Imagine No Way Home ended with this

(Can be any) Peter: Help Him

Miguel: Miguel's Secret, Part Two. Part three

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Ghost: Keeping you warm

Soap: Love and Betrayal

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Thinking about a fake dating scenario like say Sweets family is always bothering her about not dating anyone and she lies and says “actually I am seeing someone!” But then they ask to meet the person so now she has to find someone ti be her fake date. I would imagine the boys would be fighting each other for a chance to do that.

I know this is super random haha I’m just talking to talk at this point.

YES! AND RANDOM IS GOOD 👏👏 talk the talk and walk the walk babes! Any ideas you have SPEAK ON IT!!! 💓

But omg you're right, they would

Sweetheart walked in the living room, where the team was sitting on the couch drinking beers. She was talking on the phone as she walked past them to the kitchen, not even noticing the boys.

And she's talking to her mom about her love life. Saying "Yes ma! I will bring him this time!" And "You can tell Danni to shut the hell up cause he is real". And then she says love you and hangs up the phone.

Sweetheart, looking at everybody:

The boys looking at her:

Sweetheart: Okay who wants to be my boyfriend for the day

then they all say M E

And all hell breaks loose 💀💀

Soap: What tae FUCK do y'mean 'mE', Ghost?

Ghost: the fuck do YOU mean 'mEaH', Mactavish?

Soap: I SAID ME

Ghost: nah see-- you did it again. 'MeAh'. It's two letters.

Soap: AH WULL PUMPIN' BREAK YE YAH BRITISH CRUMPET

Sweetheart: uhm, guys?

Gaz: Bitch don't even try

Horangi: And why should I listen to you?

Gaz: You get a nose bleed everytime Sweets hugs you.

Horangi: WHAT?? HOW DO-- HOW CAN YOU EVEN SEE THAT I WEAR A MASK

Gaz: it drips under it, bruv. And I don't think her parents want to witness an extremely touched starved man get an aneurysm everytime their daughter touches him.

Sweetheart: GOOD LORD GAZ--

Horangi: OH YOU THINK YOU'RE SO MUCH BETTER? YOU CRY EVERYTIME SWEETHEART TELLS YOU A GOOD JOB

Gaz: YO I DO NOT-

Ghost: He cries when Capitan says it too.

Horangi: THAT TOO

Gaz: GHOST STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS

Price: You cry when I tell you good job?

Sweetheart, kinda touched but concerned: And you cry when I say it too?

Gaz: UHM- SIR I-- WELL SWEETS YOU-- FUCK

Krueger: Ignoring the emotionally unstable man--

Gaz: HEY

Krueger: You should take me, Kleine Göttin.

König: Don't, Sweets. You'll never return if you do

Krueger: König what the fuck

Krueger: You can't even talk your way into getting gas at a gas station, you think her parents want to see you freeze like a tortoise having sex when they talk to you?

König: AT LEAST I DONT SNIFF ANY SEATS SWEETHEART WAS IN

Krueger: THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS

König: IT HAS E V E R Y T H I N G TO DO WITH THIS

Sweetheart: Krueger-- YOU DO WHAT

Ghost: He also sniffs your hair

Sweetheart: You do that too, Ghost

Ghost, stares at Krueger: Not while you're sleeping.

Sweetheart: KRUEGER????

Krueger: GHOST SHUT THE FUCK U P

Alejandro: Please don't take Krueger, mama. He would end up in prison

Krueger: (angry German words)

Alejandro: You can take me! They'll love my charm.

Price: What, so you can flirt your way out of personal questions they'll most definitely ask you?

Ghost: Especially with that five-palm forehead you got

Alejandro: CÁLLATE LA BOCA DECORACIÓN DE HALLOWEEN

Rudy: Price, you have no say in this matter. You can practically be her father's golfing buddy.

Sweetheart: uhm, my dad doesn't golf--

Price: I'm 37 you fucking Muppet

Sweetheart: nevermind.

Rudy, surprised: Really?? Damn I didn't know that! You just looked like one of Super Mario's long lost cousins to me because of the janitor mustache you have on your old body

Price: Mother fucker--

Ghost: I don't think you would do well either when you look like a human gopher

Rudy: GHOST WHERE DO YOU KEEP COMING FROM

Alex: ROACH OW STOP HITTING MY FACE

Roach on Alex's shoulders:😠 pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap (like a fucking cat)

Sweetheart, rubbing her temples: Oh my fucking GOD- I'LL JUST CHOOSE MYSELF THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG AND GAZ LOOKS LIKE HES ABOUT TO CRY

Gaz, tearing up: I AM NOT

Soap: Me!

Horangi: It's me!

Graves, picking his nails:

Graves: It's probably not me.

Keegan: Uh... If it's no trouble, you can take me. I have to give your brother his game boy back anyway

Everyone looking at Keegan:

Soap: w u t

She takes Keegan.

(He honestly had a good time! Yes, he did start a fire with her siblings accidentally but other than that her parents loved him. Sweetheart sent pictures to everyone and omg they were so SALTY SAD AND JEALOUS. Ghost kinda smiled at a picture with Sweetheart and Keegan together, Keegan's face without the mask and grease paint wearing a nervous but kind smile. He looks happy. The others don't but they'll get over it someday💀💀)

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you lost me. / valeria/wife!reader.

content notes — ex-wife!valeria. sweet alejandro. little shit rodolfo. mean valeria. plot heavy. el sin nombre foreshadowing. rudy weirdo rizz.

part one \ part two

A confident knock echos from the door through the walls, dancing around your ears as the noise registered, for you to finally walk to the door that had never been knocked before,

With a slender foggy window lending you a quick glimpse of the figure, you open the door, your eyes landing on a chest where you expected the eyes to be.

“Hello,” he starts, confident but still speaking volume, “Could I ask you some questions?”

You look up at him, blinking; not fully in a uniform but not in casual clothing. Lines around his eyes. Facial hair turning grey. Dark eyes. Intense eyes.

“Um,” You start, adverting your eyes from his, “Could I ask why first?”

He adjusts, halfway awkward, shifting his weight.

“That’s an understandable ask,” He answers, relaxing a little, “I’m Colonel Alejandro Vargas, I wanted to ask you some questions related to Valeria Garza.”

You pause, blinking.

“Your last name is what?”

“Vargas.”

You stifle an insecure giggle,

“I thought you said ‘Vergas’—“

“No—“ Alejandro cuts you off, letting a small smile escape from him, holding in a laugh, “no, God didn’t curse me with that.”

You let yourself giggle, covering your mouth and turning a bit away as he lets out the chuckle he held in, laughing with you.

“Sorry,” You laugh a little, finally taking a breath, “What are you asking about?”

He pulls his demeanor together, a bit more serious,

“If I have been told correctly, you are who she claimed to be her wife, yes?”

“At one time I was, yes,” You shift, “Not anymore.”

“Did she leave any sort of technology here?”

You tilt your head a bit, looking up at him.

“She did. Is that a problem?”

Alejandro sighs at your inquisition.

“I have some reason to believe she took something that could track her location with her when she has done work for me. If she did, there is a lot someone could gain from that if they did track it.”

You look aside, thinking about that damned dinged up phone.

“Would it be a threat to me?”

“I would say, without much other info, that yes it could be a threat to you.”

You don’t respond.

“I don’t know you, but I do know what has recently happened,” He starts, “If someone could track it, she could track it, and could track you.”

“Do you want me to give it to you?”

“If you are able, yes.”

You turn, leaving the door open,

“You.. You can come in, if you’d like.”

You move, his footsteps following you briefly and stopping as you walked further into the home, finding the half-held together phone that she left that you had kept in what used to be her bedside table. You stop, looking at the bed; the new sheets on it looked nice, it finally looked comfy, like somewhere safe. And theres a small pang in your chest, that the person who used to make it warm was gone, the person who was why the bed wasn’t just a humble full size, but,

it was for the best, and you told your chest that everyday.

You deserve someone who gives you the time of day, who makes time for you, even if they’re busy.

And you turn on your toes, walking back to the entrance way that the Colonel sat at—

Colonel Alejandro Vargas.

Col. A. Vargas

CAV.

“Do you think, by any chance, that you were contacting her with this phone?”

You look to him— his hip leaned against the counter with his arms casually crossed, his eyes gentle but alert, his expression once relaxed turned into his eyebrow raised.

“It is a possibility,” He murmurs, “It seems like the two of us learned a lot recently.”

“Valeria?”

“No, you and I.”

His stare is unwavering, not so assertive but ever confident, making you shift on your feet as he watched you.

“Yeah. It would seem like the two of us have.”

He lets out a small hum in response, eyeing the phone being held together by tape and faith.

“I’ve seen that one before,” He says, lowly, to himself more than you.

“She has a lot of phones.”

“Is that so?” he asks, watching you.

“Yeah, she probably had 5, at my guess now,” You shift, “But I know that you guys sometimes have a lot of phones—“

“2. We normally have 2.”

His gaze is a bit intense, not directed at you, yet it still sent a small shake through your body; there was a certain charm, yet that didn’t stop the intensity of his thoughts.

Silently, you offer the phone to him, looking up to him, soft blinks trying to pull him from his thoughts.

“Thank you,” Alejandro says after a moment in his thoughts, delicately taking the phone from your outstretched hand, fingers brushing yours softly; his touch is hot, like he was running on coals—

“Did she ever introduce you to any military personnel?”

“No.”

He raises his eyebrow at that.

“None?”

“No. I only found out about you from her accidentally saying something.”

Theres a type of pity in his gaze, maybe even guilt.

“Does she have any sort of surveillance on this property?”

“No. I don’t think she would come back for it anyway. Frankly, she hasn’t been back since she left.”

“When was that?”

“A week or so now.”

“Did she introduce you to.. anyone?”

“Not really.”

“Did that not concern you at all?”

His tone is gentle, lacking any judgement.

“It should have. But love makes you dumb sometimes.”

He tilts his head in an agreement, glancing down at the phone.

“Have you entered this phone or deleted anything off of it?”

“I’ve looked around it, but I haven’t deleted anything. It’s all as I found it.”

Alejandro nods, glancing off to the side for a moment, letting you watch his face; his hair isn’t really “done”, only combed back with fingers, some curls breaking free from pomade, curling around his ear.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that,” he says after a moment.

“I’m sure you’ve gone through worse.”

“I chose to go through worse. But you didn’t.”

You watch him, his words full of soft mercy.

“I suppose I didn’t, but I made it.”

He nods again, looking back to you.

“I’m going to leave you a number. You call it if you ever need something. Especially if she comes back to give you a hard time,” He explains, back to his colonel voice— you assume— not leaving much room for discussion.

You watch him, his movements are confident, leaving a small writing pad with the top sheet scribbled on, a phone number, a title— “los vaqueros”

“The cowboys?” You ask tentatively, looking up at him.

God he’s big.

Shush.

“I don’t have time to explain all of that,” He says, a bit affectionately, a little smile, “But if you need something, you call this without hesitation, okay?”

“What if it’s stupid?”

His eyes are a bit soft.

“It won’t be.”

His eyes leave you, looking at the counter, noticing the little shine on the countertop— still where Valeria left it.

“Did she really walk out and just leave her ring?”

You don’t look at it.

“Yeah.”

He rolls his eyes.

“She’s a walking headache.”

“She’s a charming walking headache.”

“I’m aware,” he grumbles shortly, not irritated at you.

“I,” you start, grabbing his attention immediately, “I don’t know what happened with you, really, but I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

“She’s not your problem to apologize for anymore.”

“I know, but it still sucks to go through something like that, no matter who did it.”

His gaze is soft.

“You’re a very sweet woman.”

His eyes glance away from you, a bit awkwardly,

“I have one… thing to tell you, but it’s not fun.”

You pull a deep breath through your chest, crossing your arms over your chest,

“Rip the bandage off.”

Alejandro shifts, leaning against the counter, mimicking your crossed arms,

“She had that marriage license nullified, somehow, a while ago now. Maybe half a year.”

The news should rock you, pull through your bones, crush your soul a bit— but it’s hard to be disappointed by something you have no faith in.

You stand for a moment, letting the words set in, waiting for your stomach to fall, to crumble your very being up into a useless little paper ball, but it doesn’t come. Your head isn’t light. Your feet are grounded. Nothing sways your balance.

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” You finally say, not looking at him.

Alejandro is quiet for a moment, tense.

“You’ve already told me to not apologize, but,” He pauses, shifting his weight to one of his feet, “That’s why I didn’t fight back, when she approached me. She told me it was long done.”

“You can’t control her bullshit.”

That pulls a laugh out of him, from deep in his chest, releasing the tension he held.

“Yeah, I guess I can’t.”

He shifts again.

“What’s more frustrating is there is other— falsified— paperwork that now says you’re dead.”

You shift, uncomfortably.

“So now there are documents that don’t line up. On one, you two have divorced— in the United States— and on another you’ve been dead.”

“What would she gain from lying about all of that?”

He sighs.

“I have no clue. I cannot, within my position, just assume things based out of interpersonal actions; however, I don’t think anything innocent would come out of that.”

“She didn’t falsify a death certificate, did she?”

“No. That’s what tipped all of this off.”

You finally move a bit, letting your body relax.

“Something is up with her. I have no idea what.”

Alejandro is lost in thought for a moment, staring at the opposite wall; you watch him, the gears turning in his head with a focused but somewhat serene expression, eyes slightly moving as the follows his thoughts—

“I should be going now. Please, use that number. There are dangers she could have exposed you to without you knowing,” Alejandro murmurs, walking to the door, you silently following him. You grasp the door knob as he enters the door way, your hand gently touching his back— the touch making him jump a little.

“Thank you,” You murmur, your touch leaving him resting your hand on the door, meeting your eyes over his shoulder.

“Of course.”

You close the door, watching his figure walk to a jeep— confident stride, nice body hidden under military clothes, gentle eyes—

Don’t you dare.

You breathe deep, moving back into the home, the sunlight twinkling in through the curtains, warm sunset light dancing like little figures, warming up the light in the room. His voice— his words— rattle around your head, her antics annoying you more than they were able to hurt you—

This has been long dead. It has been dead, since she seems to have officially killed it, but now the dead weight had been removed, like matted hair that couldn’t be saved. It’s been shaved off; it wasn’t fun, but now it’s better. You are better. You are growing back. You are lighter. You are able to breathe.

You turn on your toes, walking back to the counter to look at the pad with the number written on it; his handwriting, or whoever wrote this, isn’t bad but it’s not pretty. A bit slanted. Legible. You take the pad in your hand, feeling over the writing— written with a ballpoint pen— before pulling out your own phone, entering it under a quick little new contact, marking it LV.

If she gets to have cryptic contacts, I do too.

You place it back down, looking into the greater house, warmth flooding in the sunlight.

You think it should hurt more— something so momentous ending— yet it also makes sense. It died slowly. There is no cruel, fast pain in a slow death. There is slow pain, the type that slowly makes your joints go still, where your chests twists and breaks, piece by piece, like peeling off old paint. It wasn’t a quick death. There was no quick cut, no guillotine, no bullet, no knife. It was a slow poison. It was terminal. When you realize it’s dying, it hurts. You wonder what you did wrong. You blame every piece that you didn’t do on yourself, just to try to rationalize it. To try to make it make sense. But sometimes, death comes, and sometimes it is slow, and sometimes it is quick, but death has to happen. It has to. Death allows for rot. Rot allows for growth. Growth is new life. There is no new life without the rot that death provides. But there is still no less hopeless ending than death, if you are not looking for the new buds of flowers.

You breathe, escaping your thoughts for a moment, looking out the windows, sun pungent and powerful.

And it should hurt more, that instead of even growing up and coming to you to say she wanted it to end, that she decided to do it on her own, to cheat with two people, to just use you as a housekeeper until she came back, just to be a bedwarmer. But at this point, it wasn’t anything new. It was the first infidelity— that you knew of— and it was two cases of it, yet it wasn’t surprising. Disappointing, but not surprising. Disappointing as a situation, not disappointing for her. Theres a few sentences, a few conversations that haunt you, between you and her, still; when her attention was on you, she still spilled her rotten blood onto you, almost to temper you into it—

Things about her impatience with partner, things about how she really didn’t like talking about her feelings, how she found relationships as a distraction. How she never admitted her feelings, she just let them die. How she knew that work would always mean more to her than a relationship. And how she tried to shroud it in telling you how you were the exception— you were the one she would put work behind for, the one she’d admit her feelings for, the one she’d stay loyal for. Exceptions to a rule are delicate. And sometimes, they’re just a lie. And how she had no hand in picking out the house, she let you pick it out, like a dog picking their favorite kennel.

Your eyes leave the sun light, blinking the haze away as you notice movement outside, grabbing the notepad quickly— throwing it in a drawer quickly— and striding to the door, an all too familiar figure standing, not moving.

Moving away from the door, you tap the newly formed contact, moving to the bedroom as the phone rang against your ear.

“¿Hola?”

It wasn’t Alejandro.

“Um, hello,” You awkwardly start, the other person breathing a sharp breath, “Colonel Ve-Vargas gave me this number in case I needed something.”

There is a pause.

“Oh. You.”

Pause.

“Is something wrong?”

“Valeria Garza is back, and she has a man with her.”

Pause.

“Do not answer the door, and keep away from it. Hang tight. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you say in a softer voice, the other’s breath hitching at that.

“Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Then you’ll see me soon.”

Click.

Ominous.

His voice wasn’t Alejandro’s, something a bit more smooth about his delivery, ever slightly colder.

And so you moved to the bedroom door, silently closing and locking it, watching the covered windows for any movement. You sit on the floor beside the bed, as to not have your silhouette in the window, watching. Waiting. There is a soft distant noise of talking, Spanish, a bit rushed and irritated. Her Spanish. Romance languages can be many things, but she fully embraced the Roman cruelty in her words. Footsteps. Around the windows, tracing the house. Only two pairs of footsteps.

Until.

A bit of irritated shouting, from the door, following the footsteps around the house. You move along the floor, against the wall closest to the window, trying to listen—

“— do you think you’re doing?”

“do not lecture me—“

“go back to the cars. now.”

The same slightly grumpy voice, and hers.

You follow the trail, standing in the kitchen, keeping an ear out.

“I own this property—“

“Valeria, I cannot tell you how little of a shit I give. You directly disobeyed an order.”

“It was an overreach!”

“Don’t care.”

“Rodolfo—“

“That’s Sergeant Major to you.”

“I am going to stab you.”

“You won’t.”

Pause.

“I just want to talk to her.”

“Leave your gun then.”

“But—“

“I’m impressed you got someone who wanted to spend the rest of their life dealing with you.”

Pause.

“Leave the gun and I’ll let you speak to her.”

“What are you, my father?”

“If I was your father, you wouldn’t act like a fucking brat.”

Pause.

“I really want to kill you sometimes.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Knock knock.

You move to the door, peering to see a male figure standing outside of the door. You slowly open the door.

“hello?”

“Neña—“

“Shut up. I’m the one who spoke to you on the phone,” He cuts her off, “Do you want to speak to her or do you want her gone?”

“I can speak to her. I would appreciate if you stayed though,” You respond calmly, sweetly, looking up at him, his gaze gentle on you.

“I wanted to speak to you alone,” Valeria starts, her voice scarily gentle, keeping her tone even.

“I don’t want that.” You say firmly, the man standing between you and her. Another man hangs behind, looking like a dog with his tail between his legs.

The man nods, staying where he was, but moving a bit to let you see Valeria.

“Do you not trust me anymore?” Valeria asks softly, her gaze soft. A trap.

“Do you think I’m that stupid?”

He snorts.

“I know I’ve messed up, but I miss you.”

“Okay.”

He cracks a small smirk, turning his gaze away from the two of you.

“I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

“You can accidentally hit someone with your car and it’s still manslaughter.”

She rolls her eyes, her façade dropping for a moment, only to recompose herself.

“Can I come inside?”

You look at the man, his gaze both interested and bored, his eyes meeting yours for a moment. You move, pulling his forearm inside the house, his body moving stiffly at the movement, following you. Valeria shoots you a glare, following. The other man stands outside.

“Lovely, I really never noticed how bad we had gotten,” Valeria says, reaching for you as you move back, the man standing beside you, becoming a silent comforting presence, “But I don’t want it to be over.”

“I gave you as much as I could, and that wasn’t enough. So how would now be any different?”

“I can change.”

“Just between you and me,” He interjects, leaning towards you, inches from your ear, “She’s been a bitch since she was 8 and couldn’t find the tooth she had lost.”

You giggle.

“This has nothing to do with you,” She sneers, glaring up at him. He only shrugs with a slight smile.

“This is exhausting, you know,” you say, pulled together, calm, “you can’t start caring about something once it’s dead.”

“It’s not dead, it just needs to be restarted.”

You blink.

“Valeria, we’ve been dead for months.”

“We haven’t—“

“What about that marriage certificate mess?”

She pauses.

“It was for your own good, I don’t want someone finding you because of me.”

The mans head tilts a bit in your peripheral vision.

“Aside from us not legally being one anymore, you barely gave me the time of day. I could be right in front of you and you would ignore me. I was here the entire time, like a fucking little kid, waiting on you, only for you to never give me anything in return.”

“Relationships aren’t transactional,” She says, bitter. Thick with bitter. Patience running thin.

“No, they aren’t. But they do take work on both sides to work. And I can’t carry the weight of two.”

Valeria is quiet.

“I wish you had left me wandering about you, it would have saved me a lot of heartache,” you pause, “You made me feel like I was your world, then you ripped it away the minute I accepted that.”

“You like accusing me of a lot,” She snaps, the sweet glaze finally washed away, “I gave you everything I could.”

“‘Everything I could’ is disingenuous if you had to divide it three ways.”

Valeria sighs, deep, angry,

“If you would just fucking shut up for once and let me talk you would act right!” Her voice booms, flinch taking your gaze away, your head light as your thoughts block themselves out. You stand spinning, feet still but disoriented, and all of a sudden, you were small again. You were just polishing dishes to make her happy. You were throwing out that perfume you loved and she hated. You were waiting up until you fell asleep on the couch, only to wake up alone with dirty dishes to clean. You are small again.

“Garza.”

His voice cuts through the haze, confident, unwavering. His touch rests on your shoulder blade, weighing you back down on the uncomfortable reality.

“This doesn’t fucking include you.”

He sighs, his fingers gently rubbing your back, warmth seeping through your clothes.

“Could you act grown for once?”

Valeria is quiet.

“Your picket-fence has been sharp as knives. You never loved me. You wanted to collect the hearts you took.”

“I hate how you make me out to be the bad guy.”

“Valeria, I am tired of you. I am so very tired. You owe me so much sleep.”

“Why do you want to give up on us?”

You sigh. The two of you would just talk in circles until one of you died from exhaustion.

“Valeria, I could give you my heart and you would forget you had it. I could tell you time and time again the extent of my love and you would find no worth in it. I could drop everything to make a little piece of your life easier and it isn’t enough for you.”

“You were enough.”

“You say that like a faithless prayer. If I ever was enough you wouldn’t run to other people. If I was enough you wouldn’t have attacked me over a simple question. You wouldn’t assume that I was the thing that always hurt you. You wouldn’t only think of me first when something went wrong. And it doesn’t matter what I tell you, because I know you won’t believe me.”

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“You haven’t believed me before,” You hesitate, the mans presence beside you evident, vulnerable, “I held out every night for you. I thought you’d notice me— not my body, not my wit, not my helpfulness— but me. And that never happened. I told you I felt bad, and I ripped my heart apart to try to get you to care, and the only thing you did with it was turn it against me. You told me I could lean on you then guilted me when I was too heavy.”

You shift, swallowing thick, trying to soothe your constraining throat,

“I remember when you acted like you loved me. You acted like I was your favorite toy, like I was the one you’d keep on your bed, the one you’d put in pretty dresses and kiss before bed. Then the minute— the fucking second— I thought you would be gentle with me, you ripped it all away. I sought after you day after day after day and I got nothing. And now I know, you had the chance to. I just wasn’t your priority.”

She stares. Your eyes tingle.

“I kept convincing myself the more attention and love I gave you, the more I’d receive. That when you didn’t reciprocate, you were just in a bad space. But it’s been years. There hasn’t been a day where I could just talk to you. And I’ve learned now you were spending them with other people. I’ve learned I’m the thing you keep in your back pocket when no one else will talk to you. I’ve learned that I’m the pretty toy you show off that you got just to throw me under your bed. I cannot imagine that you love me when I have never been what you wanted. Bad times come, but bad times don’t mean you run away from love. You go towards it. And you found it else where.”

You swollow again, choking on your own throat,

“I’ve been the stupid schoolgirl chasing someone who never looked me in the eye this entire time. And I feel stupid for it now, but I choose now to break out of it. You never claimed you love me so until we were dead and gone. You can’t dig up the corpse to hold it.”

There is silence. Your heartbeat. Your breathing. Valeria’s eyes burning into you.

“You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath.”

Valeria sighs.

Valeria is quiet.

Her eyes don’t meet yours.

“Go back to base, Garza. Before anymore actions are taken over this.”

“You don’t get to be in charge of me—“

“I am. Go back.”

He stands, she stands, finally moving from her place, shooting a glare over her shoulder as she slammed the door behind her, the same pots hitting the wall in her wake. A car door slamming in the same manner. Ignition. The sound leaving in the distance.

You stood, crossing your arms over yourself.

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.

The man beside you awkwardly shifts.

“I never got your name,” You say, a little croak in your voice.

“Rodolfo. Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

You nod to yourself.

“Thank you.”

He hums a quiet response, relaxing his frame.

“I haven’t seen many to go toe to toe with her.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I would say so,” Rodolfo glances past you, “She’s always had an assertiveness to her, but it devolves into brattiness if pushed enough.”

Quiet.

“Did you two have fights like that before?”

“We’ve had a couple. I joked I would call them the Great Wars. But now I just feel maimed.”

“If I had known about you earlier, I would have warned you earlier,” his voice is soft.

“Have you known her for long?”

“Yeah, grew up in the same area. I vomited on her at her quinceañera.”

“That was you?” You ask with a soft giggle, the noise pulling a soft smile from him.

“Did she still complain about it?”

“Yeah, yeah she did. I thought it was a little silly to still be mad about.”

“I did her a favor. I got her to take off that god-awful dress without having to seduce her.”

“I take it she’s never been able to charm you?”

“No.”

You laugh at that dry response, a comfortable little smile resting on his face, looking down at you with a certain gentleness.

“I don’t handle brats very well.”

You shoot him a curious look.

“Not right now.”

You glance away.

Quiet.

“Thank you for.. all of that.”

He nods.

“I would suggest you try to leave this place. She knows the location too well.”

“I…” You start, his eyes heavy on you, “It’s embarrassing, I don’t really have a way to do that.”

“Did she emotionally trap you to believe that she would be your sole provider while using that to control you in the way she wanted so you were pushed out of any career or financial independence?”

You pause.

“Yeah I guess, sergeant therapist.”

He snickers.

He stops, thinking over your words.

“If you would like, I can set you up living accommodations. No obligation to pay me back in anyway. No obligation to stay. How does that sound?”

“If you weren’t a pretty sergeant I’d say you were trying to kidnap me.”

He shifts a bit at that, flushing a little—

Is that blush?

“Well, If I did that, I’d have Alejandro down my throat. And it’s Sergeant Major.”

“Oh, you two are like that?”

He shoots you a glare.

“You have a dirty mind.”

You giggle, his face having another little smile break out.

“no, we are not,” he says with a head shake like a disappointed father.

You think, not fully clear, but the thought of Valeria randomly popping back up evident. You wouldn’t have to hear the door slam again. The walls rattling because you didn’t win the word game, or because you did. You could do your own dishes. You could strip her from you finally, pulling out the turpentine and mineral spirits, wiping yourself clean with Ivory.

“I think we could work something out like that,” you say softly, sweetly, looking up at him properly. Two moles. Soft eyes. Longer nose than Alejandro.

“You can call me Rudy, if you’d like.”

[lilywastaken]

⇝ chica linda .

Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: You give Alejandro a massage.

WARNINGS: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N!), NSFW !

A/N: blaming this all on @lucyisdoingfine because I have been thinking about Alejandro and Rudy for hours thanks to our conversations 😔 enjoy the actual word vomit that is fucking Alejandro on the couch <33

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

MASTERLIST.

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"Ay, mi amor."

The sounds that were leaving your husband were nothing short of graphic, his built body trembling beneath you as you worked on his muscles, trying your best to keep him from falling off the sofa every time his mind went numb.

"That good?"

"Si, Dios- yes." You watched him shove his head into the pillow, a shiver running down his spine as you put pressure on a specific point in his back. "Hng…"

"You're so fucking tense, Ale. It's ridiculous. Why're you so stressed?" You cooed, stopping momentarily to lean down and press a soft kiss to his name, smiling at the muffled moan that left his lips.

"You…"

"Me?" You replied, adjusting yourself on the seat you'd taken at the small of his back, resuming your work. "Do I stress you out?"

Alejandro screwed his eyes shut as he felt your hands continue to roam his sculpted back, the feeling of your plush thighs pressed against his waist enough to push him over the edge.

"You're sitting half naked on my back, nena… Of course you're stressing me out." He grumbled, a moan interrupting him as you pressed onto a knot between his shoulders.

"Oh?"

"Stressing me out that I can't just take you right now." You giggled at the desperation that filled his voice, finishing with the stress in his back and running your hands over the countless scars that littered his tan skin, letting yourself collapse on his back.

"You need to relax. I can take care of you." Your arms sneaked around his upper body, smuggling your face between his shoulder blades, peppering kisses over the rough skin. "Can't I, Ale?"

"Pero, mi vida-"

"Shh. You're always the one taking care of me, shouldn't I get to return the favour?" Your hands burrowed their way out from under him and started running down the sides of his torso, taking your time in feeling the toned muscles beneath your fingertips. "C'mon, turn around."

You lifted yourself off him so he could move underneath you, grunting until he was lying on his back, flushed face and darkened eyes meeting yours.

"Hi." You greeted with a coo, hand coming up to cup his face and run your thumb over the apple of his cheeks. "So handsome."

A sleazy grin pulled at Alejandro's lips, his ego getting stroked every time you gave him a compliment, especially during moments like these. "Ven pa'ca."

His hands gripped at your thighs as you sat yourself back down on his lap, leaning down to press your lips to his, your own hands grabbing at his shoulders and slowly making their way up to grab at his hair.

"Mi chica linda…" he murmured against your lips, grinding his crotch up onto your clothed cunt. "Thank you."

"Thank you?" You repeated softly as you pulled back, arching your back so you could mimic his movements and slowly rub yourself on the tent in his boxers, lying your head on one of his wide shoulders and gazing up at him, growing warm as he moved his head to stare at you through half lidded eyes.

"Mm, for taking care of me." He purred, hands landing on your ass and tugging at your underwear, snickering as he pulled at the elastic and let it snap back against your skin, slowly starting to pull them down as he ceased both your movements.

"You're my husband, Ale. Gotta make sure you're well taken care of." You raised your hips to make it easier for him to get rid of your panties, returning the favour by pulling his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out, mouth watering at the sight of it slapping against his tummy. "God, I always forget how big you are."

He chuckled, letting out a hiss as you took it in your hand, running it up and down and rubbing your thumb over the head as his thick pre started leaking out. "Need a reminder, nena?"

You rolled your eyes at his never ending cockiness, letting go of him and moving yourself to hover over him, both of you letting out a moan and groan respectively at the feeling of the head of his cock prodding at your entrance.

"Dios, come on." His fingers dug into your thighs as he tried to press you down, but a swift slap to his chest got him to snap out of it.

"Calm down…" you murmured, running your fingers through the coarse hair that littered his upper body. "Taking it slow, okay?"

You saw the frustration fill his face at the thought of having to wait even longer to have you sat on his cock, so you slowly started to push yourself down on him, a soft moan leaving your lips as you felt every last inch of him pressing against your walls.

"Fuck, Ale!"

"Mírate, amor…" He breathed out with a groan, hand hitting the top of the sofa and gripping the fabric, keeping himself from just moving you both and absolutely wrecking you from behind like he always did.

"G-give me a second, Ale…" You whimpered, rolling your hips in order to adjust yourself to his size, your wetness dripping out and soaking his pubes and balls. "God, you feel so so good…"

"Con calma…" He whispered, hands caressing your thighs as he urged you to take it slowly, pressing himself up a bit to both help you take him and create some friction.

"I can do it…" You doubled over and arched your back so you could bounce up and down on his cock slowly, unlike all the past times Alejandro had gotten you to ride him as fast as you could, wrecking your insides and rendering you dumb.

"Yeah, there you go." He growled, hands helping you move along his cock, his hands gripping your love handles in hopes that that would ground him enough to keep himself from losing it. "Good girl, esa es."

God, you loved how perfect this angle felt, it let you feel every vein and ridge of his cock pressing against your walls, the head of his cock easily battering against your cervix every time you were pulled down.

"Hng! Got- Fuck, faster-" You whined to yourself as you started to feel that familiar knot forming in your tummy, legs shaking as you tried your best to go a bit faster, screwing your eyes shut in concentration.

"Need me to take over, amor?" Alejandro let out a breathless chuckle, slapping at your thigh to watch you tremble as you tried lifting yourself up.

You wanted to shake your head, to continue until you were both sweaty and cum-lax, but you knew that you didn't have as much stamina as he did to continue, lying yourself on his chest and nodding your head, mewling against his sweaty skin.

"Yes, please…"

You cried out as his open palm hit your ass this time, both of them grabbing at your cheeks and spreading them, using them as leverage to slam up into you the way he knew both of you liked, laughing out heartily as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Así? You like it?"

"Mhm, yes, god, yes! I love it, Ale!"

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the living room, the sounds that were leaving both of you nothing less than pornographic.

The feeling of your husband's cock wrecking your insides was amazing, tears filling your eyes as you felt the knot inside of you get ready to snap, the pleasure filling your body immeasurable to the point where your brain shut off.

"C'mon, mi amor. You can do it. Ya sabes, I'm not finishing before you." He cooed into your ear, peppering kisses over your sweaty face as drool pooled down onto his chest. "Ay, my dumb girl."

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you finally got pushed over the edge along with his dirty talk spoken in that beautiful voice of his, your cunt clenching around his cock and soaking it in your juices, most of them running pooling down onto the sofa and covering his balls.

"Carajo, you've soaked me, mi vida." He laughed, pressing your ass down onto him with one hand while the other tangled itself in your hair, moving your head up so you could slot your lips together, drool and spit being shared in a desperate kiss as you rode out your high and Alejandro continued slamming into you chasing his own.

"Where do you want it?" He moaned out as he let you go, holding your head in place so he could continue covering your face in sloppy messy kisses, your lipstick that had rubbed onto his lips staining your own face. "Dentro?"

"Inside!" You spluttered out, tears running down your cheeks as he groaned out, spilling into you with one final powerful thrust.

The feeling of his spend gushing into you was enough to make another orgasm run through your body, both of you clinging to each other as you enjoyed the warmth and pleasure you were sharing.

"Como te amo…" Alejandro sighed out as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping your arms around your waist and letting you cockwarm him until he deemed it enough. "Mi chica linda…"