#alerudy x reader

[lay-z]

those ties that bind us

SUMMARY: You choose a new pair of alphas over what you've come to know.

PAIRING: Poly!alpha!141 x omega!Reader x alpha!AleRudy

WARNINGS/INFO: 18+ MDNI | OMEGAVERSE AU | female!Reader; angst; a/b/o dynamics; hurt/comfort; cussing; smut; spit kink; bad Spanish translations; bonding; open end

Based on this little blurb. ��

You had a feeling it would happen someday if your packmates, the alphas who you’ve spent and shared most of your life with for the better part of the past three years, won’t finally make a move, make you theirs officially—but now that it happened eventually, you’re not quite sure how to tell them. 

Perhaps you didn’t do enough? Didn’t make your intentions clear with none of them? The desire to be claimed, to belong, to be loved—always put off by Price, smiled at by Gaz, supported but never pursued by Soap, and straight up ignored by Ghost. 

As you follow Simon and Johnny over the busy tarmac, your combat boots begin to feel heavy with each step you take that leads you further away from Alejandro and Rudy, the alphas who are now courting you and currently staying behind by the truck after saying their goodbyes to their foreign comrades.  

Even then, you’d wondered if neither Simon nor Johnny found it odd when you chose not to say your own farewells to the other two alphas after finishing a successful operation, but again they stayed oblivious to the bond that has been blossoming between you and the Mexican soldiers since you’ve first stepped foot into Las Almas. 

Just last night it was Alejandro who had told you that, perhaps it will be better if you’re the one to break the news to them, though assuring you: “We’ll always have your back, cariño,”. 

And now, the harsh tug you’re currently experiencing deep down in your chest cavity, right behind your heart, only puts the last necessary nail in the coffin for you. 

You’re staying. 

As if on cue, your body works before your mind catches up—still both mentally and physically recovering from the mission—and you freeze in your steps, coming to an abrupt halt that causes Simon to glance over his shoulder, having noticed you in his peripherals like the vigilant alpha he is.  

And it causes a chain reaction, when Johnny follows his leader's reaction, stopping dead in his tracks and following Simon’s line of vision until bright blue eyes settle on you, a puzzled look settling on his ruggedly chiselled face.  

You speak up before either of them can: “This is goodbye... for now,” you tell them over the loud noises surrounding you on the airfield, and you try to keep your voice firm and steady, but it cracks at goodbye before your throat tightens painfully enough to make your eyes well up with tears. 

Simon and Johnny share a long, meaningful look, having a full-on conversation with their eyes in a language you don’t speak like you’ve witnessed so many times before, and then they fully turn simultaneously before approaching you with purposeful steps that make you brace yourself for an argument. 

“Whot’s tha’?” Simon asks, towering and gripping the straps of his bulky tac vest while tilting his masked head like a curious puppy. You know he’s just trying to give you another chance to change your words, but this time you won’t. 

“Whaddaya mean by ‘goodbye’, bon?” Johnny chimes in, brows furrowed while his gaze flickers between you and then over your shoulder, eye narrowing as they land on their allies—friends—the alpha males still watching the scene unfold with crossed arms and squared shoulders—looking ready to step in any second if need be. 

Johnny takes note of the sudden tension and dominance oozing off Alejandro and Rudy, how the comradery and friendliness from before has now seemingly disappeared soon as he and Simon approached you this time—as if they suddenly have a claim on you that your literal packmates don’t. 

And just like that, it dawns on them like a physical blow to the chest. 

Simon’s jaw clenches as he tries to reign in the rumbling growl building up in his chest while Johnny doesn’t bother to hide the snarl taking over his face, sharpening his features into something feral; both of their scents spiking in intensity, lacing the hot-humid air with sour pheromones, ready to scent mark and drag you onto the cargo plane with them if push comes to shove. 

Your eyes widen at once, a deer caught in headlights, staring at the truck coming full speed at her. 

“Ye’re comin’ home with us,” Johnny growls, gloved hands balling into tight fists at his sides to keep himself from simply snatching your wrist before Simon’s hand comes up to rest on his shoulder like a physical leash. “Easy there, Soap.” 

Neither of them is angry with you, you can tell that much, but judging by their blown pupils and dominant stances, something strange is happening. 

“I’m not coming with you. I’m–” Your heart thumps violently and your breath hitches momentarily, making it harder for you to get the words out as both men stare at you intensely, expecting you to make a choice that’d be in their favour. 

But you’ve made your decision. 

“I’m staying here... with Alejandro and Rudy. I have–I have already informed Price last night and asked for special leave,” you explain, fidgeting with your hands while your pulse thrums in your neck. 

A strange sensation goes through your body as you speak those words; a buzzing energy rushing through your veins as you cut those emotional packbonds, now brittle by the years of neglect, to focus on the future waiting for you just a few yards away—a tiny seedling soaking up sunshine for the first time, finally stepping away from the trees who’ve drowned her in shadows, causing harm without even meaning to. 

Johnny shakes his head slowly, disbelief settling on his face as the crease between his brows disappears, eyes softening. For a moment, it almost looks like something inside him shatters, as if he can feel it, too. 

“No... please,” he breathes, reaching out to grasp your hand while his shoulders slouch. “Ye cannae jus’... do this, bon. Ye belong with us,” he squeezes your hand weakly, “–our wee omega.” 

A soft whimper escapes your throat, one that has Alejandro and Rudy perk up with worry despite the distance, and one that makes Johnny’s eyes water—because he knows what it means. Your decision is final and it’s their own bloody fault. 

They should’ve seen it coming, should’ve noticed the signs even amidst battle, and yet they didn’t; thinking they still had time. 

“I’ll miss ye,” Johnny rasps before pulling you against his chest only to bury his face into your neck to inhale your sweet scent greedily, hoping it will brand itself into his nostrils—one last time. Warm blueberry tarte, honey-soaked linen, and freshly cut grass, a concoction now dulled by sadness, though still perfect, still—theirs. It makes his teeth itch to bite, to mark, and his chest feels heavy, unable to let you go just like that. 

“Are ye sure, luv?” he mutters against your skin and his nose presses into your virgin scent gland in a way that makes you shiver. You nod meekly, eyes squeezed shut as you rub your face against his shirt, leaving your scent on him instinctively. Just for the flight home to make him feel better, you think. Always the good omega looking out for her pack. 

“I’m sure,” you reply so quietly, you can barely hear it yourself. “It’s been inevitable from the moment I saw them... smelled them.” 

You can’t see it, but your admission shatters them; cracks their ribcages open underneath their gear and stabs their hearts repeatedly until there’s nothing left but bloodied, torn muscle and shredded heartstrings—hurting even a cold one. 

After another moment, Johnny releases you reluctantly; strong arms flexing with tension as they lower at his sides. He rests his forehead against yours, chuffs low in his throat—a quiet, sorrowful goodbye that rings in your ears until your tears drip down your cheeks. 

He pulls back with a grimace when Simon squeezes his shoulder, like separating himself causes him physical pain, and he leaves your tears to be wiped away by your new alphas, though in every other situation, Johnny would’ve licked them off your skin with flagrant reverence. 

“C’mon, Soap, ’s time to go,” Simon announces, giving his Sergeant a firm pat on the shoulder while his eyes never leave you. You peer up at him, head ducked with a hint of shame, tendons flexing in your neck at the tension. 

Eventually, Johnny turns away with a pained snarl, speeding up the process like ripping off a band aid and pulling off scab, muttering profanities under his breath as he storms off towards the plane that will take them back to the UK—while Simon stays back, still staring down at you with those onyx eyes of his, though now they hold a kind of softness to them that leaves your whole system reeling. 

“Lieutenant–” you rasp, and he huffs through his mask, making your jaw snap closed again.  

His gloved hands come up to rest on your shoulders, the skeleton prints spanning wide, thumbs brushing your sensitive scent glands with a tenderness you’ve rarely experienced from him as he leans in to rest his forehead against yours, hardshell mask pinching into your skin. 

“...’s olways been you, pet.” 

Your breath stutters, eyes fluttering as you try to process his words while your fingers tremble to reach out and claw into his tac vest to keep him close—keep his scent near, the one no omega before you has found as enticing as you. 

Too much, too rigid, like ice shards and gasoline fumes jabbing into your lungs with each deep inhale, rather warning off any potential mate than drawing them in. 

It made you feel safe and that’s all that ever mattered to him. 

Simon lets you go with practiced ease, shoves down his feelings even though his alpha is snarling, thrashing and howling behind his mask of indifference, but he cannot contain the sound that tears out of his throat, thank god muffled by the cloth covering his mouth—husky and unpractised like blunt nails scraping over gravel, a puppy learning to communicate—something akin to a whine, a sound you’ve never heard him nor any of them make. 

Your eyes widen, synapsis and instincts firing in your brain, hissing at you to soothe and purr for him, for the alpha you’ve dared to hurt—but then the dirt on the tarmac scrunches under his boots as he turns, leaving his broad back for you to look after while a swooping feeling in your stomach makes you nauseous, and you swallow your pathetic whines, having lost the right to call for them. 

There’s an invisible snap and you swear you can hear it, like a cruciate rupture knocking the breath out of you, loud as a gunshot and nasty, leaving you behind with a limp and quivering lips as you watch them walk away from you, though you can see the slight hobble in their own heavy steps. 

That night, your new alphas make sure to help you—not to forget but distract you from the pain of severing your packbond instead.  

Though, it’s hardly merely the bond that has broken your heart. 

They bring you to their private quarters, invite you into their den, a ranch house on vast land, many klicks away from Las Almas, and give you time until the sun sets, and nightfall cools the temperature to something more bearable, to settle in and sort out some of the internal chaos wreaking havoc and lacing your scent with a bitter smack of sadness. 

It is obvious that you’ve loved them all—all four of them with equal ferocity. You would’ve taken a bullet for each one, you’ve tended to their wounds, the ones you can see and the one you don’t, took care of their emotional needs, made sure your shared nest was always comforting and warm to them—and for what? To be replaced if another, perhaps more beautiful, sweeter, and docile omega comes along to take the place you should have been given freely and with an urgency bordering on alpha possessiveness?  

You have loved them in the dark and it was good—until someone else showed you what the light can truly look like. 

It’s easy and effortless.  

Your instincts are no burden but a relief to them; the fact that you come from the same line of work only fuelling their desire to make you theirs. They’ve shown it with their eyes, in the way their chests puff out as they inhale your scents, two pairs of rough hands itching to grab and grope and keep. 

And just as they do in the field, Alejandro and Rudy work as a team to shed you of your material layers first before peeling away metaphorical ones—until they have stripped you naked of both cloth and invisible barriers, leaving you raw and exposed to them as they devour you whole, slow and methodically.  

Their scents are strong and unapologetically wild, and it doesn’t take long until it seeps into your pores to stay; engulfing you in a comforting blanket of burnt blue agave, leaving a taste of finely aged tequila in the back of your throat, dried cloves, chili and cardamom, reminding you of a homecooked meal waiting for you, and the promising musk of their heady desires, hidden beneath a touch of violent smoke rising from the end of a gun barrel—a barrel now pointed at you. 

“Yes, you should weep for them, querida,” Alejandro murmurs against your temple as he cradles you against his bare chest; all warm skin and chiselled muscles. “Makes it easier to let go and focus on what’s in front of you.” 

The white curtains sweep as a soft breeze sweeps through the spacious bedroom, coming through the open floor-to-ceiling windows; moonlight illuminating the room in semi-darkness as you lounge on the bed. 

Between your legs, Rudy hums in agreement, trailing languid, open-mouthed kisses up your supple legs while you spread for him willingly, giving him more space to explore.  

“Agreed,” he breathes against your dewy skin, feeling your skin pebble with goosebumps under his tongue as he licks a slow stripe over the sensitive scent gland on the inside of your left thigh, so, so close to your glistening sex.  

He groans at your taste and starts rutting against the mattress, grinding his hips slowely, breathing out: “Díos.” 

Your legs quiver and you squirm in Alejandro’s arms, a mere bunny embraced by two wolfs, though perhaps you’ve never felt safer—more wanted—in your life. 

A whimper leaves your lips, perspiration building above your furrowed brows.  

“Are you–” you swallow hard, unsure if it’s too soon to ask. “Will you–” 

Alejandro kisses your temple, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Of course, we will,” he assures you, nose trailing along your hairline, “–just not tonight. It would be too much for you.” 

Before disappointment can settle into your gut like a parasite, like another worry adding to your fragile soul, a petulant pout forming on your lips, Rudy is quick to distract you again by parting your outer folds with deft fingers to expose the little treat resting at the top of your pussy, leaving you hot-faced and gasping. 

“Pinche... es hermosa, Ale,” Rudy mumbles under his breath, thumb stroking over your swollen clit with unfamiliar reverence. “Voy a probar un poco.” 

Your breath hitches while Alejandro smiles against your skull, strong hands roaming over your torso and settling right below the curve of your tits—squeezing and groping your giving flesh lightly as he feels your thumping heartbeat beneath his palms.  

“Mi conejita,” he growls before nipping at your earlobe. “I will fuck you once Rudy has prepared you for my cock, yes? Tell me how much you’d like that, cariño–” 

The term of endearment, so cute and innocent, followed by pure filth, makes your pulse spike and your pussy throb with its own heartbeat—and then Rudy leans in with a shameless groan to slowly lick and suck at your clit, and the world tips upside down like your eyes rolling back into your skull. 

The night progresses in a whirlwind of earth-shattering orgasms and whispered promises—and they manage to keep your mind off the past, giving you but a taste of your new reality. 

Rudy eats your cunt as feverishly as Johnny, though less messy and more precise, like he has all the time in the world to learn and explore—and you realize that he does when his teeth graze over the scent gland of your inner thighs again, scraping the sensitive surface with his teeth and lapping up your essence while Alejandro warns him to slow down, let you breathe.  

The second-in-command finishes on the mattress, his tan skin sweat-slicked and panting, his ruddy cock spurting a massive load into the white sheets—simply from licking at your sex.  

You coo at him when you catch your breath, fingers tugging at his black, fluffy hair to pull him in for a kiss while Alejandro manhandles your legs, pushes them apart and drapes one thigh over his hip as he shifts his weight behind your back for a better angle. 

“That’s it, querida, kiss your man,” Alejandro growls, squeezing the back of your neck while he strokes his own prick from base to tip, exhaling a shaky breath when he coats himself in your succulent slick. 

Rudy’s tongue is tangling with yours and you can taste yourself on his saliva; messy and passionate, you suck on his tongue with a sensual purr, half-lidded eyes drinking in his wrecked, pretty face. 

Alejandro grunts as he lines himself up with your dripping hole, drooling tip dragging through your swollen folds. “Escupir en su boca, hermano,” he orders, voice rumbling with a growl that has you keening, and Rudy is swift to cup your jaw, keeping your mouth open, all too eager to follow his Colone’s orders. 

Your breath comes in sharp pants as you stick your tongue out, a breathy moan spilling out your chest as Alejandro thrusts his fat cockhead past your entrance, sinking in an inch or two only to pull out and repeat, your velvety walls swallowing him up with greed. 

“Joder,” he groans huskily, resting his forehead against the back of your head.  

“Eyes on me, cariño,” Rudy chuckles, giving your jaw a small squeeze. “Feels good, no?” His tawny eyes crinkle at the corners as you nod with your tongue still out, your eyes nearly crossing from pleasure. “Heh, so cute.” 

And then Rudy tips your head back against Alejandro’s broad shoulder, making the other alpha watch with his thick cock now nestled and twitching deep inside of your cunt, as he spits a generous glob of saliva into your mouth. 

“Now swallow,” he croons before dragging his spit-shiny lips down the column of your throat, feeling it bob against his nose as you swallow obediently. 

Alejandro snarls against your shoulder blade, pupils blown with searing lust and possessiveness at the teasing display between you and Rudy, and his hands settle on your hips, keeping you in place on his lap as he begins to thrust his hips up, driving his throbbing cock into your welcoming heat with unbridled need and liquid fire simmering in his veins, spreading like a wildfire as his balls draw up tight. 

So close to your virgin scent gland on your neck, he huffs your sticky skin and bares his teeth while you’re blissfully unaware, making out with Rudy until the latter notices the shift in the other alpha—and he swiftly reaches out to grab a fistful of Alejandro’s sleek raven hair, tugging it back to make their eyes meet. 

“Not tonight, boss. Tu mismo lo dijiste,” he reminds the older alpha pointedly. 

Alejandro growls, then nods. He feels your walls flutter and tighten around his rutting shaft with another impending climax. They share a look, and Rudy tightens his grip with a curt nod—a silent promise to keep the other alpha from sinking his teeth into your mating gland in his ecstasy.  

Not tonight, querida. 

On another continent, now separated not only by distance but a broken packbond, Gaz paces inside the Captain Price’s office, deadly like an agitated jaguar in its too tiny enclosure. 

“This is fuckin’ bullshit, Cap,” he repeats, snarling for the umpteenth time. “Absolute fuckin’ madness!”  

His scent—usually so calm and fresh like mint leaves soaking in spring sunshine and fresh lemonade—has turned the air and atmosphere inside the office sour. 

He stops right in front of Price’s cluttered desk, glaring at his trusted superior with blatant fury in his eyes as he braces his hands on the polished mahogany, leaning forward. 

“How could you agree to this? How could you allow her to stay over there?! To leave our pack?!” 

Behind his desk, John keeps his arms crossed tensely, jaw ticking as he clenches and unclenches it, his tongue dry and thick in his mouth as his mistake dawns on him. 

The seasoned Captain made a decision with your wellbeing as his priority—always his priority—and now it’s biting him in the arse, becoming more of a simple graze like he’d expected. No, he can feel you slipping, can feel the bond severing, and it’s making him anxious, sad. 

Sad. Downright depressed. 

John hasn’t felt anything like this before, but he is still faring better than his Sergeant—who had no clue what was happening until he’d staggered into his office a few moments ago, clutching his chest as if someone had stabbed him with a combat knife, whinging like a pup in distress. 

Bloody hell, he can’t imagine how Soap must be behaving right now—still stuck in a plane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean; having only Ghost to turn to and soothe him. Fuck. It’s a bloody disaster. 

“Gaz,” John sighs roughly, tries reasoning, “– it's her decision. I couldn’t deny her.” 

“Deny her?” Gaz barks out a humourless laugh. it only agitates the younger alpha more. His eyes widen, his face twists into a dangerous snarl. “Fuck that, Captain!” 

John has never quite seen him lose his composure like this. He rises from his chair with a warning growl, towers over the Sergeant and forcing him into submission, pulling both rank and dominance to ease the tension. 

“That’s enough, Garrick,” he says, finality lacing his sharp tone. “She asked for special leave, nothing more–” 

“We are losing her. Our omega. Our girl,” Gaz interrupts, though his voice has lost some of its burn. His jaw clenches as he grits his teeth, keeping his accusations inside as he regards his Captain with a hint of disappointment and desperation. 

He swallows hard, feeling the bond continuing to dissipate; it feels like sand running through his hands and there is nothing he can do to stop it from leaving him. He knows that Price can feel it, too. 

“I don’t know about you, but I cannot lose her, sir,” Gaz admits, brows furrowing with a distraught whine. “We were planning to make her ours, didn’t we? Or did that fucking plan change, too?” 

There is a tense pause. John’s jaw ticks again and he rubs a hand over his coarse beard, sucking his teeth before he shakes his head slowly. 

“No, son, it hasn’t.” 

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 17 - Orgy

Soap x Gaz x Ghost x Price x Rudy x Alejandro x Reader - 5.3k (on ao3)

summary: You have an orgy with your favorite boys. (Reader POV)

cw: double penetration in two holes, double penetration in one hole, spitroasting, sex in front of other people, very light soft degradation, praise, overstimulation

note: this doesn't even have an ATTEMPT at plot alright? we're here to be horny and move on. also i think this is more gangbang than orgy but whatever lol

You’re not sure who you’re making out with. It’s not like you care all that much - laid out on the bed like a queen, Price serving as your throne where he holds you half up with your legs spread - you’re perfectly content to just sit and kiss, for hours on end.

It was Soap first - Soap and his messy kisses, broad stripes licked into your mouth, sucking on your tongue so vehemently you nearly thought he was trying to keep it. He was playful, nipping at your lips, grinning everytime he pulled back enough for you to see.

Then Gaz, who shoved Soap away to have a turn with you. They’d bickered for a moment before Price, from over your shoulder, big hands cupping your chest and massaging, reminded him that he could lick your pussy too. He was more than happy to duck down after that, leaving you with Gaz. 

Gaz was sweet, long slow kisses that matched the way Price groped you but were a sharp contrast to the eagerness Soap had. Kyle peppered your mouth with kisses, layering them one over the other and hardly giving you time to breathe between them, while Soap ate you with a fervor you’ve never felt before. The difference in pace left you squirming, just a bit, but Price kept you still for them.

You’re not sure when Gaz left, but Soap’s work on your cunt felt so good, so overwhelming, that you couldn’t open your eyes even to see who next took a turn.

He’s got scruff on his face, which you feel rubbing against your cheeks and your palms when you reach up to hold him. His kisses are fun - you can feel him smiling and humming into your lips - and he works your mouth slowly, tangling your tongue together. Where Soap and Gaz had wanted to explore, your mystery man wants to play.

You want to look and see who it is, but the pleasure doesn’t let you, Soap’s mouth on your clit, two of his fingers buried deep in your ass, Price giving you sharp little pinches around your areolas - it all keeps you just a little too foggy to work up the energy. You’re content to luxuriate in the sensations, to relax back into Price and just let your body feel.

“There you go, doll,” Price coos from over your shoulder. “Nice and relaxed for us, yeah? Gonna need you to stay like that if you want to take us all.”

“Please,” you breathe between kisses, eyelashes fluttering as you finally manage to look up. “Wanna feel you all.”

It’s Rudy above you, a soft smile turning his lips up and leaving crinkles at the corners of his eyes. You reach up to cup his cheek, but at that exact moment Soap takes your clit between his lips and sucks, and your movement is halted as you moan.

You hear and feel both Rudy and Price laugh, and Rudy leans forward the last few inches to nuzzle his cheek into your palm. The two of you lean foreheads against each other as you moan, hips making small grinding motions into Soap’s face.

“You will,” Rudy says. “You’re a good girl, yes?”

You nod with a small keen as Johnny starts to work a third finger inside of your back hole.

He smiles. “Then you’ll take all of us.”

Alejandro replaces Price behind you at a certain point, his hard muscle a much less comfortable chair compared to the soft layer of fat lining Price. He’s smaller though, which means you can roll your face back into his neck and he only has to duck a few inches to give you the kisses you silently request.

“Out of the way, hermano,” Rudy says, softly shoving Soap away from you by the shoulders. Johnny doesn’t go easily at all, growling a little and hammering his fingers into you just a bit harder, enough to have you gasping and squirming. Ghost grabs Johnny by the nape of his neck before he can get too aggressive, yanking him away with an unimpressed look. 

“Thanks,” Rudy says on a laugh, getting a nod in return from Ghost. “Now, for you,” he turns to you and smiles, settling himself between your widely spread thighs so his hard member rests on your center, shaft pressing against your clit. “You ready to take us both, cariño?”

“Yes,” you sigh, pulling away from Alejandro and his absolutely sinful mouth, shooting both of them your best pleading look. “Please, want to feel you.”

“Shh,” Alejandro soothes, stroking one hand down the center of your chest and the other lining his own head up with your stretched hole. “You’ll get what you want, just relax for us.”

You take a deep breath, let your eyes slide shut. On the exhale they both push in, a slow thrust that leaves you feeling like you might burst. The three of you moan in sync, your head thrown back to Ale’s shoulder, his forehead falling to your temple, Rudy curling over so he can mouth at one of your nipples.

It takes a bit for them to bottom out inside of them at the slow pace, both of them large men. You’ve never had something quite so large in your ass, but the stretch feels exquisite.

The three of you are panting in sync as soon as you’re filled to the brim.

“You first, hermano,” Alejandro says from above you, his voice rough with desire.

Rudy laughs a little breathlessly. “I’m not going to argue with you.” He pulls far enough back to give you a long, sweet kiss, pulling away with a playful nip before holding himself up. He rests his hands on Alejandro’s shoulders to give himself the leverage that he wants.

“Feels so good,” you moan, undulating your hips just enough that they both pull out and sink back in. “C’mon, need it.”

Alejandro laughs, burying his face in your neck and wrapping his arms around you. “Be patient, amor, he’s gonna give it to you.”

You try to shoot Rudy your best you better look, but it’s probably a little dulled by the man sucking hickies into your neck. 

Rudy fucks you deep. On each thrust he pulls out nearly the entire way, and each time he pushes back in he nearly hits your cervix. He’s not slow, but he’s not fucking you like an animal either. He feels perfect inside of you, sliding along that spot inside of you and bumping your clit every time he bottoms out.

The two of you moan loudly as he fucks you, Alejandro grunting at the sensations he’s getting, the way you clench down on him like you never want him to leave. You blink wet eyes open, glancing over to see what the others are up to on the other side of the bed.

You see Gaz with Price’s dick in his mouth - not sucking, just warming him - and Ghost jacking a very wiggly Soap off. They’re all staring at the show you’re putting on, all a little red in the cheeks with heavier breaths.

Price meets your eyes first. “You making them feel good, pet?”

You nod as much as you can manage, breath hitching when you try to answer.

“She’s unimaginable,” Rudy pants from above you, hips working just a bit quicker as he nears the edge. “Tight like you wouldn’t believe.”

Alejandro laughs at that, one hand slipping down your stomach to explore the soaked folds of your cunt. “Won’t be once we’re done with her.”

You moan when he finds your clit, rubbinb you in fast and rhythmic little circles that drag you right to the edge.

“Don’t leave her so loose we can’t have any fun,” Ghost gruffs, nearly drowned out by the moans and slick slapping sounds filling the room.

“Not-” Rudy starts, then stops to catch his breath as he starts to really fuck you, thrusts hard and pounding. “Not selfish, h-hermano.”

There’s a small laugh at that, but you don’t know who it’s from. You’re too focused on arching your back as much as you can, clenching down hard on the cock still stuffing your ass but not doing a thing, the way Alejandro’s fingers are driving you insane with their perfect little motions, and the way Rudy’s hitting every perfect spot inside of you.

“Gonna- gonne come, please, feels so good!” You gasp, moaning and letting your head roll back onto Alejandro’s shoulder, hips moving in a desperate attempt to push yourself off that cliff. Your hands come back to grip Alejandro’s head, and he presses kisses to your shoulder.

Finally, finally, you manage to reach that peak. You moan loudly as your thrown into an orgasm, body going completely limp between the two men, cunt clenching along with the waves of pleasure and milking both of them.

Rudy comes just after you, your inner muscle’s massage triggering his own orgasm. He buries himself to the hilt inside of you when he does, maoning and panting against your skin.

“Fuck,” Rudy hisses over your shoulder, working his fingers and sending both you and Rudy into overstimulation. “Feel so good clenched tight like that, amor, you feel so good for us.”

Rudy lifts his head enough to nudge at Alejandro’s head and you hear the slick sounds of making out as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. Alejandro’s fingers slow as your heartbeat does, working you down from the pleasure in a perfect way. You feel sort of like you’re being caught in a bed of feathers - a sharp fall with a soft fall, wrapped in softness and warmth when you hit the ground.

“Buena niña,” Rudy pants when he pulls apart from Alejandro. “Such a good girl, feel so good when you come around me.”

You can only whine at that, body still a little worked up with both holes filled.

Rudy fixes that problem by pulling out just a moment later, both his and your eyes glued to your hole as he does. There’s a slow dribble of cum as soon as he’s free of you, and neither of you bothers to hold back your moans.

“My turn,” Alejandro says, and you can feel the way he smirks against your neck. “You ready, cariño?”

You take a few deep breaths, let your nerves settle back into your body a bit, then nod. “Yes, want you too, Ale, want you to fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he purrs. A moment later he’s got you flipped onto your front, hands just barely catching you so you’re held up on hands and knees. He’s solid and tall behind you when you glance over your shoulder, hands planted on your hips to keep himself fully inside of you.

He cocks his head to the side a little, asking permission. Like this, you’re just a foot away from the sight of Gaz’s throat working at Price’s length, and over him you can see Soap writing in Ghost’s lap as the larger man gives his cock no mercy.

You shift your knees wider, slip down until your chest is pressed to the mattress, then nod your consent to Alejandro.

He braces you for a moment, giving your hips a quick squeeze as he shifts himself, then pulls nearly the entire way out of you. You shift on your knees a bit, whining at the anticipation, but he only shushes you, giving your hips a quick tap.

He doesn’t fuck you like Rudy had. Alejandro fucks you deep, but hardly pulls out even half-way on every thrust. It’s like he wants to be as connected to you as possible, keeping as much of himself buried in your heat as he can while still making himself feel good. The short, sharp thrusts leave you moaning on every breath, the sounds punched out of you.

“Good girl,” he moans above you, grip brusing on your hips. “Such a good cocksleeve for me, yeah? Nice and tight around my cock… clench down for me, amor, make it feel better.”

You listen to his command, moaning even louder when he feels that much larger inside of you. Clenching your rim tight around him makes the stretch burn just the slightest bit, even with all the prep you’d gotten, and you relish in the slight sting.

“Don’t foget about her,” Rudy pants from where he’s collapsed beside you, eyes glued to the way your cheeks bounce on every thrust. “She feels best when she’s coming.”

Alejandro bites out a curse, one of his hands leaving to move back to your slick folds. He tucks two fingers inside of you, drawing a loud cry from your throat, and rubs the heel of his hand against your swollen clit.

“Alejandro!” You shout, pushing yourself back on him and his hand to try and get more of the perfect sensations. “P-please, feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He leans over you, breath ghosting over your back as his thrusts get a little sloppier, a little harsher. “Feels nice, huh? Both holes stuffed full, just the way you were meant to be.”

His own words are what set him off, his dirty talk fading into a stream of moans as he stiffens buried inside of you, the hot splash of cum coating your insides. He works his palm and fingers slowly in your cunt, and you’re brought to a rolling orgasm, clenching hard on him.

Your moan is nearly pornographic, face squished against the sheets and back arched so your ass stays high in the air. He grinds his hips into your ass, getting as much of his dick inside of you as he can while you milk the cum from him.

He pulls out uncermoniously, and you can’t help but whine a little sadly at the sudden emptiness as both his cock and fingers leave you. He hushes you a bit, fingering some of his come back into your loose hole. “There you go, keep it nice and warm for me, cariño.”

“Alright,” you hear Ghost grunt from in front of you, open your eyes up just in time to see him throw Johnny off his lap and stand to make his way to the other side of the bed. “Our turn now, fuck off.”

Rudy and Alejandro both laugh good-naturedly, shifting to take their places beside Price and Gaz. You see the two of them cuddle up together, their slick cocks resting by one another. Gaz has shifted to nursing Price’s balls as he smokes a cigar, blowing the smoke straight up to the ceiling.

“Head up, c’mon,” Ghost grunts as he shifts onto the bed in front of you, resting on his knees and holding his dick straight out as you push yourself up. “Johnny, you can have at her cunt. Don’t come before I do.”

“Yes, Sir,” Soap says, and you just barely have time to brace yourself for the rough fucking you know is coming when Johnny rams himself balls-deep inside of you. You both moan loudly at the feeling, and you fall back down to your elbows.

Ghost doesn’t bother telling you to sit up again, instead just grabs you by the hair and pulls up until he can slip himself into your mouth. With the way Soap is pounding you, you’re forced to nearly deepthroat him as soon as your lips close. 

You gag immediately, scrambling up onto your hands to try and save your poor throat. It’s almost impossible to think past the way that Soap uses your slick hole, the pounding making stars appear across your vision.

Ghost laughs at you when tears start to leak down your cheeks, one hand coming to pat you just a little harshly on the cheek as you’re fucked back and forth on his dick.

“Don’t even need to do anything, do I?” He hums, the hand on your face moving lower to wrap around your throat, making it feel even more like you’re choking. “Doing good, Johnny, you’re practically fucking her mouth for me.”

Johnny’s far past the point of words, only managing to moan as he huncehs over your back, lips tracing patterns across your shoulder blades and leaving trails of spit.

“Yeah, good boy. You’re a good girl too, sweetheart,” Ghost praises, using the hand on your head to brush the hair away from your face. You look up just in time to catch the smile on his face as he stares down at you. “Such a good cock sucker. Why don’t you use your tongue a little, c’mon. Don’t make Johnny do all the work now.”

It’s hard to work past the pistoning into your cunt, but you manage to listen to Ghost, licking up the underside of his length as best you can while being fucked raw. Johnny’s pace never falters, and you have no idea how he manages to keep himself from flying over the edge.

You trace the vein on the underside of Ghost’s dick with your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking to try and make him feel good. You can’t do much to move your head - the palm holding the back of your skull leaves that in his hands - so you try to focus your efforts on what you can do.

The gagging sounds are constant. The way Soap is fucking you, you can’t hold your balance properly, and you end up choking on nearly every thrust.

At some point, Johnny reaches the end of his rope. “Ghost, please, need to come, have to, ‘m so close, please….”

Ghost chuckles, a deep and mean sound. “Can’t hold it?”

A whine from Johnny, and you feel him shake his head against your back.

“Hm. Well, that’s too bad. Both me and our girl here are gettin’ off before you. Why don’t the two of you work on makin’ that happen.”

It takes you a moment to understand what he means, but when Johnny’s fingers start to work frantically at your oversensitive clit, you understand. Your eyes roll back in your head at the pleasure, and it’s all you can do to keep from going completely limp and suffocating on Ghost’s dick.

“There you go,” he moans, thrusting a little further into your mouth. “Feels good when you moan, sweetheart. Make her do it again, Johnny.”

And he does. You’re trapped in the animalistic fucking from Soap, your poor hole feeling stretched out and used, and you’re unable to escape the relentless pleasure shooting from your clit to your brain.

Both you and Johnny are thankful that it doesn’t take Ghost long at all to come. Once you’re moaning and choking on every thrust, it only takes a few seconds for him to be spurting come down your throat.

He pulls your mouth off of him, holding you back so that he can jack some of the come onto your face. He works his fat cock roughly, and you can’t help but stare at him as he gets himself off. He’s mean to himself, and somehow that’s what gives you the last push you need to clench down hard around Soap.

This orgasm is almost painful. Johnny doesn’t let up on you at all, keeps hammering his cock into you, keeps rubbing just past the line of too-harshly, and it leaves you crying out. You collapse back down to the bed when Ghost lets you, face smearing cum into the sheets. You feel like every nerve is on fire - your clit especially - and you instinctually start to writhe away from the source of it all, from Johnny. 

You hear Price laugh from the side. “Ease up on her, Johnny, you’ve got the poor thing running away from you.”

Johnny whines over your shoulder, digging his teeth into your skin and sucking. Your eyes roll back in your head as you’re forced into an even steeper arch, his cock bullying another inch inside of you.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Ghost grunts, and you feel Johnny pulled off of you. One second you’re receiving a fucking like you never have before, the next you’re left empty and open, legs still spread wide. You can’t help but whine a little, blinking teary eyes open.

Soap is begging from behind you. “No, no, no, L.t., please, I was so close, I can’t fuckin’… please, feel like I’m gonna die-!”

Ghost scoffs and you hear what you might think is a slap. You’re too focused on watching the way Price shifts Gaz off of his cock and up, then moves him like a doll so he’s leaning back agains the headboard and sitting up properly to look over your shoulder at Ghost and Soap.

“You’re gonna die, really Johnny? Stop throwing a tantrum or you really won’t get to come in our girl tonight.”

“No, sorry, sorry, I’ll be good, promise.”

“Then shut up and wait for your command.”

“Yes, sir.”

While the two of them argue, Price leans over to scoop you up by the armpits, wearing a sweet smile. He settles you on Gaz’s lap, knees bracketing his hips, then presses a dry kiss to your forehead. You wrap your arms around Kyle’s neck, leaning forward to nuzzle him as Price gives him the same treatment. His shaft rests perfectly against your cunt, head just poking at your hole.

“Bring him over here, Simon,” Price orders, stroking both of his hands over you and Gaz’s heads. As Johnny settles behind you he slips a hand down to your neck, forcing you to rest your face against Gaz’s throat and arch your back. 

Price stays with the three of you still, using one hand to steady Gaz’s cock and the other to shift your hips, helping you to sink down over it. You both moan into each other’s skin, and you feel a little drool slip from your lips.

“Good, there you go,” Price soothes, petting your thigh and down to Kyle’s once you’re fully seated. “Now, stretch her out a little more to take you, Johnny. Don’t be too quick - I still haven’t had my turn.”

Price stays another minute or so to help you get used to riding Gaz, guiding you up and down in a slow, but filling motion. Gaz is just as overwhelmed with pleasure as you are, gasping and moaning against your shoulder.

Once Price leaves, you feel a finger trace around Kyle’s cock. You jerk forward with a little whine, eyes flying open to meet Price’s where he’s settled against the headboard.

“Just relax,” he soothes as Ghost settles next to him. “Let Johnny fuck you, yeah? You know he’ll make it feel good. Poor lad just wants to come.”

Johnny whines at that, almost an agreement, and you nod a little, canting your hips further back so he’s got more room to work.

The first finger has you moaning, head thrown back at the stretch. He uses the cum and lube from your ass to slick your passage, making the sound of Kyle fucking you even wetter.

Each finger he adds feels like it’ll split you down the middle. Johnny doesn’t rush you but he does move just a bit faster than you might’ve asked - not so fast that you safeword, but enough for you to notice the stretch. Each addition makes you moan, burying your face a little further into the safety of Gaz’s neck.

Gaz himself is moaning on every thrust. The two of you work together, him helping lift you up so you can fuck yourself properly on him. You can feel him sucking hickies into your neck, and the soft throbbing offers a nice distraction from the pleasure wreaking havoc on your body.

Finally, Johnny deems you stretched enough.

“Go slowly,” Ghost warns as Johnny lines himself up with you. Kyle settles you so you rest on his thighs and he’s buried to the hilt, Johnny’s head pushing lightly at your rim. “You hurt her, I hurt you.”

“I know,” Johnny grunts, sinking his teeth into the shoulder Gaz hasn’t claimed. He starts to force his way into your dripping hole, and the three of you groan in unison.

You’ve never been so stretched in your life - as Johnny slowly sinks in you’re nearly convinced you’ll tear. The pressure alone is almost better than anything you’ve ever felt, and you can’t stop the continuous stream of whines and moans as Johnny inches further and further inside of you.

Gaz and Soap are just as far gone as you, both of them grunting and moaning.

“Fuck,” Gaz pants, fingers massaging your hip to keep himself still. “Can feel you, Johnny, you’re so warm.”

“Of-of course you can feel me,” Johnny says, letting go of your shoulder to lick around the area he’d been abusing. “We’re fucking the same hole, mate.” 

You bark out a laugh at that, but it quickly turns into a draw out moan when Johnny buries himself inside of you.

“Let us know when you’re alright,” Gaz says into your ear, voice heavy with need. “We can wait for you.”

It takes what feels like an eternity for you to adjust to the stretch. You rest yourself fully on Gaz’s shoulders, giving him your weight so you can just sit on their cocks. You take deep breaths to try and soothe the growing ache and get as used to the stretch as you can.

It must be several minutes later when you finally nod. “Go ahead,” you breathe. “I’m good, I can take it.”

Johnny laughs in your ear, the sound a little choked. “Attagirl.”

They find a pace that works quickly, Soap thrusting in as Gaz pulls out. The rhythm leaves you constantly filled, one of them always as deep as they can get. It also leaves them both in shambles, the rubbing of the other’s cock combined with your wet heat sending them into space.

None of you are capable of speech, just sounds pressed into each other’s skin. You think maybe Kyle and Johnny lock lips for a bit, but it’s hard to tell past the sounds of your coupling. You certainly don’t have the strength to do anything but lay there and take them into your body.

The way they work you over, one of them is always pressing against your g-spot. The constant stimulation leaves you whining. You feel like you might die, might just burn up into a thousand embers. Every inch of you feels overexposed, flayed open, and your cunt throbs.

You don’t need any pressure to your clit this time. Just the stretch of two cocks at once is more than enoug. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave - you can feel it growing, know it’s going to be catastrophic, and when it hits you feel dragged under 

Neither Soap or Gaz let up as you reach your peak. In fact they only get more vigorous, losing their rhythm as they start to focus on just getting themselves off. You yelp when they bottom out at once, one of them managing to poke at your cervix, and the insticutal muscle spasm has both of them moaning.

Johnny comes first, panting and gnawing at your shoulder as he bucks his hips into yours. You’re convinced there must be red spots on your ass from how hard he thrusts into you, but even that slight pain just makes everything feel better.

Gaz’s orgasm is triggered by Johnny’s - feeling you clench down so perfectly on him, feeling Soap’s cock twitch and throb right next to his, it’s all too much. They’re both thrown off of that cliff edge, moaning into your skin. 

By the time it’s over and you’ve all cooled down, the three of you are left just a limp pile of limbs, unable to do anything but be.

Price is the one who finally untangles you all. He grabs you by your elbows, drawing you away from Gaz and into his arms. You can’t help but wince and cry out when both Johnny and Kyle slip out of you at the same time, your hole fluttering around nothing.

“I know, I know,” Price soothes, laying you on your back. “You’re ok, deep breaths for me now. That’s good, doll, just like that.”

He hovers above you, stroking up and down your ribs while you slowly float back into your skin. When you finally manage to look up at him, he’s wearing a look of such pride that you can’t help but cry a little more.

He coos, swiping away your tears. “Pretty girl, you’re alright. Just one more, and then you’re done.”

You nod. “Want- want to make you feel good too,” you sniffle a bit, leaning further into his hand. “Can’t come again though, won’t feel good.”

“You don’t want any more orgasms?” His tone is a little condescening, but you just shake your head. “That’s alright, honey, you don’t need to get off. Just gotta lay nice and still for me, you can do that, can’t you?”

You nod as he tucks your legs up, pushing your thighs back until your knees rest by your head. The stretch is hardly noticeable with every other sensation wracking your body.

You feel his fingers pet around your pussy, whine when he glances over your clit.

“I’d hoped to have my turn with this little hole,” he hums, tucking a few fingers inside of you and rubbing. You hardly feel them at all. “But it’s too stretched out for me. Bet I wouldn’t feel a thing if I tried to fuck you here, huh?”

You whine sadly at that, burying your face in your calf.

“That’s alright. I know needy girls have to be stretched like that sometimes, it’s not your fault, pet. Just means I’ll have to use your other hole - good thing you have two, hm?”

He doesn’t give you any more prep, just rubs himself a few times and thrusts into your asshole in one long movement.

You’re so fucked out, it’s hard to keep track of his words after that. You can feel them rumbling through your thighs when he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, but they’re unintelligible. All you can focus on are the long, slow thrusts into you. Price drops nearly his full weight into you on every thrust, but each movement feels glacial. 

He’s big enough to stretch you out a bit, to make sure you still feel the slight sting of something too big being where it’s not meant to be. It’s not enough to get you off, but the heavy weight and motions still feel heavenly inside you.

Eventually he comes - you’re not sure how long it’s been or what it is that gets him there, but you feel him jerk to a stop, then feel his come spreading inside of you. It’s a nice feeling, and you smile as you let your eyes drift shut. 

“Thank you,” you hear him whisper, his whiskers brushing over your cheeks. “Thank you, sweet girl. Felt so good for me.”

Things exist in snippets past that.

Someone pulls you up to their chest (you open your eyes long enough to recongize Alejandro, go back to snoozing right after), someone wipes a cloth softly over both of your holes and shushes your whine (you think you see Ghost walking from the en-suite to the bed), someone lays their weight across your back (you feel Soap’s mohawk brush your arm), another over your legs.

You fall asleep like that, dogpiled in bed with your favorite men, all of you drained and sated. You can’t think of a more perfect way to spend a night.

[thegnomelord]

#32 with dombot!Alejandro, subbot!Rudy, and domtop!m!reader. reader find out Alejandro and Rudy made anonymous porn together before committing to the military

Sure thing dude, this got a bit of drama but it's mostly porn lol. I'm going to be taking reqs until 23:59 of December 1st so ya'll still have +- a day to request one of the remaining prompts. Play the game HERE

Prompt: Finding their OnlyFans account

CW: NSFW, reassuring sex(is that even a thing?), porn videos, riding, oral, cum eating. I wrote Spanish in italics.

The asses match.

Their asses match— is the only thing rolling in your skull, every other thought consumed by the high pitched moans ringing in your ears, your eyes focused not on the three masked sweaty bodies writhing against each other in coital bliss, but on a birthmark on one of their asses.

The same birthmark Alejandro has.

When some random dude texted you 'how does used pussy feel like? They're never going to forget me.' you thought it was a case of the mixed number. But then the guy sent you a series of porn videos and you would have ignored them besides having a chuckle at the shit titles- 'Latino twinks tamed by big cock' -had you not caught sight of a young guy with Alejandro's birthmark riding a cock in the thumbnail.

You ended clicking on the video. You shouldn't have.

One video lead you down a rabbit hole and it was like being a bystander at a car crash- a sort of morbid curiosity keeping you looking but unable to move your body. With their faces covered you couldn't tell their exact ages, but they looked young— no tattoos your fingers would absentmindedly trace, no scars you'd kiss, bodies still lean and soft.

You knew they had a life before you, you had no problem coming into their relationship nor did you think less of them... but it was still jarring at just how enthusiastic they were; legs shaking more than you could ever make them, riding the man and begging for 'more, more, more' like trained porn stars, moans loud and whiny like all the sense was fucked out of their heads, screaming out his name and clutching the bed for dear life.

The more you watch, the more you start comparing yourself with the guy in the videos, insecurity taking little nibbles on your mind for every difference you notice. You feel stupid for feeling this way, but your rational mind feels like it's being pushed through a shredder and you can't stop think—

Rudy's hand settles on your shoulder, rough but warm, and you jump out of your skin, leaping to your feet, eyes wide and phone clutched close to your chest like you'd just got caught looking at boobs in school.

"My life?" Rudy asks, confusion obvious on his face as his hand stays hovering in the air, once inviting but now reminding you of a hangman's noose. "Are you alright?" He asks.

"Yes!" You snap out on instinct, voice so rough and hard it makes him flinch back. You immediately back off, looking down with shame sitting like a boulder in your chest. "...no, I'm not."

You feel him close the distance, his calloused hands warm and gentle against your cheeks as he tilts your head to place a soft kiss on your lips before making you look at him. "Love, talk to me." He says, soft but firm.

"I...uh-" You shuffle your feet like a child, shoving your phone to him. "-this guy sent me this and... and I know it's you and Ale."

Rudy's eyes widen then narrow, face hard like he's facing off against a narco. He mutters something in Spanish that's too harsh and fast for you to fully understand, but you do catch a "-fucking bastard-" in the middle of it. Then he sighs, reaching down to tug you on sleeve, "Come here, my life."

He doesn't give you time to argue as he pulls you to the living room where Ale's watching football. "Hey, the match is starting, where have you two been?" He asks, but the second he looks at Rudy he's turning the TV off and you're left feeling like a kid at the principal's office while they quickly talk in Spanish.

"Alright," Alejandro breathes out, both of them turning their attention to you. "We may have filmed some pornos before we joined the military." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "That motherfucker that texted you was a guy we'd collab with frequently."

You nod your head, indicating them to keep talking because your own voice fails you. They explain how the guy got too annoying to deal with, feeling entitled to their time and attention and wouldn't leave them alone when they dropped him. He hassles them once in a while.

Once they're done explaining it you stand there, gnawing on your lip, thoughts swirling in your head. Rudy comes closer to you, placing a hand on the back of your neck and your body leans into him like he's a spit of land in a raging ocean. "What are you thinking?"

"I don't know." It's the best way you can explain the strange combination of emotions and thoughts, the only way.

"If it helps," Alejandro sides up to you, one hand brushing your cheek, "He wasn't the best at sex."

"He was shit." Rudy says simply. "Made us swear off opening the relationship for a while."

A snort of laughter leaps out of your throat, "How bad do you have to be to get you two to swear off it?" You ask,

"He'd jackhammer me like a bull and wouldn't take instructions." Rudy says point blank.

"That's blunt." Another chortle escapes you, the two joining you and it feels good to break the tense atmosphere, like clearing the stagnant water of a pond.

"It's the truth," Alejandro adds, "Couldn't tell you how often we had to fake it." He comes closer to grab and squeeze your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

That makes your brows furrow, and you hate for showing how insecure you are but you can't help ask: "And with me? Do you-" They silence your voice and worry with a barrage of kisses, on your cheeks, your eyelids, brows, nose, and everything between, until you're responding in kind and you're all giggling like kids.

"How about we show you?" Alejandro suggests, smooth saccharine voice making Rudy's eyes darken and your heartbeat pick up. "Yes, my loves?"

You're distracted with hot kisses and firm touches to notice how you end up in the bedroom, only becoming aware of them takes a piece of clothing off along the way when you're sucking a hickey on a new piece of their bodies or when their lips are on yours, teeth nipping at your throat to suck matching hickeys on either sides of your neck while you fiddle with their belts.

You tumble into the wide bed, a mess of limbs that acted in sync like one living creature, your motions slow and firm and real as you slowly stretched out Rudy, your fingers slick with abundant lube and drawing soft, pleased sounds that Rudy moaned against Ale's hard cock. "You look so good, my loves." Alejandro breaths out, braced against the headboard and a pillow under his hips to give Rudy access to his hole.

"So good for me," You hum, insistently rubbing Ruby's prostate with your fingers and stroking his hard cock, your mind getting drunk off the way he tilts his hips into your hand and sighs, his tongue eagerly flicking around Alejandro's rim, letting himself be moved by Ale's hand in his hair to where Ale wants him. "You're squeezing so well around me." You kiss the swell of his ass, getting Rudy to squeeze harder around your fingers to prove your point.

Sliding your cock into Rudy until your balls rest against his makes all of you groan, spreading his walls open so well he moans into Ale's ass. You drape your body over Rudy's pinning him down like you know he loves, your eyes meeting Alejandro's as you pump your cock into Rudy's spasming walls, milking drops of pre with every thrust that has your cock bashing against his prostate.

"Go on, make our sky cum." Ale grins, roughly fisting his cock, mind swimming with pleasure from Rudy's tongue playing at his rim and the sight of you two so disheveled, flushed with heat and eyes hazy. It's his favorite part of sex— getting to see you and Rudy succumb to pleasure, freely giving as much as you take.

You nod, increasing your pace, balls slapping against his and hitting his special spot with the precision of a marksman, bullying your cock inside him until he's whining and moaning your name against Ale's skin, not as loud as he was in the porn video but much more real, body and soul bared to take what you give and you give and give and give until you push him over the edge, his cock twitching in your hand and spewing seed on the sheets, pulling you down with him and you don't attempt to pull out, shoving yourself balls deep and flooding his belly with your cum.

You breathe to catch your breath before reaching over to help Alejandro cum too, but he bats your hand away. "No, no, no, I have another idea." He grins, the confident lust in his eyes making you harden up in an instant and you know the second Rudy notices it when he clenches around you, his walls giving a wet creamy 'squelch' around you. "Can you two keep up?"

You let Ale push you onto your back, supporting Rudy's hips and uncaring of your cum dripping down on your face as you swiftly pull him down to sit on your face, tongue darting out to eat him out. "Oh fuck- my love-" Rudy groans and unashamedly grinds his hips into your mouth, your tongue delving deep to scoop out your cum, swallowing it without complaint just to feel his walls quiver pitifully around your tongue.

"So good for us." Ale's quick to kiss him, straddling your hips, holding you by the base as he slinks down, hissing against Rudy's mouth at the burning stretch. He relishes the stretch, the feeling of having his body yield to yours, but more importantly he relishes how perceptive you are even when smothered in Rudy's perfect ass, bucking your hips into Ale's when he tries to rise up so you nail his prostate.

"Fuck-" Rudy whines, switching between your and Ale's names, hands roaming every inch of both of your skin while you continue to eat him out, making him spasm and twitch with overstimulation, his heart flutter at how eagerly you pleasure him, his cheeks and ears burning from just how wet you sound underneath him, your throat and jaw wet with spit and cum.

Alejandro sets a hard pace, hands bracing against your stomach to give him perfect balance to rise his hips until your tip's kissing his pulsing entrance and then dropping down, grounding out a rough "Yes, there-" when you buck your hips up to meet him halfway.

You float in bliss, your brain melting through your cock and skull pleasantly empty of everything other than them, though that might be because of slowly depleting oxygen, but you'd be happy to die like this if it made Rudy moan like he's doing now. Ale's tight heat makes you groan, feeling both of them flutter and clench around you, feeding the burning heat in your belly and fuck you're approaching your peak quickly.

You don't know who cums first but it triggers a chain reaction, liquid pleasure rushing like a heatwave through your veins until you're shooting your cum deep into Alejandro's spasming walls that milk you until you've deposited your last drop inside him.

You're all so exhausted you end up leaving washing up for morning, pulling the two men close to you. Rudy's already conked out and sleeping on your chest, lightly drooling.

"Adorable." Alejandro lazily runs his fingers through Rudy's hair, draped over your body, and you see his eyes are starting to droop just like yours.

"I love you." You say in Spanish, your heart doing a fluttering beat at the way Alejandro grins and nuzzles his head into your neck, laying a soft kiss between the numerous bruises they've left.

"I love you too. Both of you." That's the last thing you hear before you fall asleep...

[whinesandwhimpers]

cw; noncon, kidnapping, dp in v

you being assigned with ghost and soap to go help los vaqueros and yandere!alerudy want you the moment they lay their eyes on you and even more so after you interact with them for the first time

yandere!alerudy faking your death on the mission and hiding you away, chaining your ankle to the floor and pushing you onto a thin mattress in their secret safe house (the other vaqueros don't know about) so you can't escape, watching you bring your knees up to your chest and cry

yandere!rudy slotting himself behind you, pulling your back against his chest, wiping your tears and telling you how they'll take such good care of you if you just behave like a good girl

yandere!ale's self restraint snapping when you start yelling insults at them, ripping your clothes off and pushing your legs apart, kneeling between them so you can't close them, can't hide yourself from him

yandere!ale wrapping a hand around your throat and with his other hand forcing two fingers into your mouth to get them wet before he's pushing them into your dry pussy, and you're crying out in pain, your nails digging into his other arm

yandere!rudy shushing your cries, bringing one hand up to squeeze one of your tits and play with your nipple, his other hand reaching down to rub your clit, the feelings his actions cause making you unwillingly wet in response easing the friction of ale's fingers against your inner walls

yandere!ale ignoring all your pleading to stop and let you go as he unbuckles his pants and pulls out his big hard cock, watching your eyes widen as he strokes it a few times with a wicked grin on his face

yandere!rudy using the hand that was tweaking your nipples to cover your mouth after your protests get louder

yandere!ale plunging his fat cock in your pussy with one quick motion, making you scream into rudy's hand, his violent thrusts making your lower back rub against rudy's clothed cock

yandere!ale keeping his dick buried inside you as he lifts you up and leans back, bending your legs around so your knees sit beside his hips and you're on top, pathetically lying on his chest and covering your crying face, he's jutting up into you a few times before he stills, waiting

reader about to move when you hear rudy unzipping his pants behind you then feel his cock pressing against your already filled hole, making you startle and wail repeated 'No's and 'You can't's

yandere!rudy who rubs your bare back soothingly before whispering in your ear about how you're gonna take both of their cocks like a good girl with a threat of punishment for misbehaving, before he's pushing his dick in alongside ale's, making you feel impossibly stretched from their big sizes

yandere!alerudy building up the speed of their thrusts as they find a good rhythm, pulling you off ale's chest so he can play with your tits and rudy can reach your clit

yandere!alerudy who makes you involuntarily reach a new high and cum on both of their cocks, screaming out in pleasure

yandere!alerudy both finishing at the same time, dicks pulsing and flooding your abused pussy

reader thinking they're done, at least for now, until ale pushes some of your hair out of your face and, staring at your tired face, says "i think our girl can handle another round, rudy"

[bitchin-beskar]

lynnnnn you know I'm in my alerudy feels rnnnnnnn so......how do we feel abt alerudy x reader 👁️👁️

B A B E S

also im so so so sorry this took me so long here have a 6,509 wc "drabble" as an apology 🫣

okokok I love this idea. I feel like specifically if this is gonna work though, it's gonna be a reader who's grown up alongside alejo and rudy, has known them just as long as they've known each other, partially because I think one of the reasons I love alerudy so much is that I hc that they've loved each other for most of their lives, even if they don't act on it right away.

so maybe you grew up on the same street as alejo and rudy, becoming an inseparable trio almost immediately. you spent afternoons at either your house or rudy's, as alejo's dad wasn't always the most... pleasant to be around.

the three of you were thick as thieves, causing mischief and chaos everywhere you went. sleepovers and playdates were commonplace, and the three of you spent practically every waking minute together.

as time passed and puberty hit all three of you like a speeding train, you moved from primary to middle to high school. as you got older, you realised just how... attractive your best friends are.

alejo and rudy have developed a fascination with joining the military, especially as the cartel has started to gain a foothold in your home of las almas. you've declared that if the idiots are gonna join the military and try and get themselves killed, then you're gonna learn first aid and medicine and join with them just so you can keep them alive. the twin looks they give you when you announce this make your heart beat faster, although you steadfastly ignore this.

the three of you graduate high school, stopping by the recruitment office that same afternoon, before celebrating on the roof of rudy's house with a bottle of pilfered tequila from alejo's dad's liquor cabinet. there's been ups and downs, but you've all finally made it, survived high school and are now ready to take on the world.

basic training is a bitch, although the three of you pass with flying colors. for the first time in years, the trio gets separated as you go into medical training and alejo and rudy start the gruelling process of trying to get accepted into the Fuerzas Especiales. you keep in touch with your boys as best you can, but it's difficult, feeling like you're moving through life missing two of your limbs, your rocks and supports in the form of one alejandro vargas and rodolfo parra.

it's a few years of this, and then you get assigned to a regiment in the army that's earned the nickname of Los Vaqueros-The Cowboys. You send off an email to rudy and alejo about the assignment, but your boys are suspiciously silent. they've been sparse with their communications with you lately, and it's been a bit worrying. you shake the feeling of something being wrong, and pack your bags to ship out.

it's in the car ride to your new base-and new home for awhile-when you finally get a response, from rudy. you're surprised at the briefness of the response, merely a short line about how you're gonna do great and that he'll "see you soon."

you don't get a lot of time to ponder this strange message before you're arriving. the private driving you explains that the coronel and the sargento mayor are going to meet you and show you where you'll be staying and where medical-your realm-is.

when you get out of the truck, you're promptly introduced to Colonel Alejandro Vargas and Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra, and you let loose a string of quiet curses. your boys have shit-eating grins on their faces, and you glare at them while the private gets back in the truck to drive away. once the three of you are alone, you practically explode, demanding to know everything, but alejo and rudy are too busy gleefully laughing and tugging you into their arms for a long needed hug.

they're so excited that you're here, and they're so eager to show you around and introduce you to the rest of the vaqueros, who have all apparently been regaled with stories of you and how you'd been alejo and rudy's partner in crime growing up, and they're all thrilled to meet you. you forget about your worries about the previous months of dwindling contact, at least until you meet the other regiment that shares this base. more specifically, the other regiment's leader.

Valeria Garza.

it doesn't take long for you to realize that valeria has managed to wrap your boys around her perfectly manicured finger. alejo had introduced the two of you, and you're sure he'd been figuring you'd appreciate another female presence, but you're instantly on edge when you meet her. valeria reminds you far too much of a snake poised and ready to strike at the first sign of vulnerability.

she's coy and flirtatious, but also extremely violent and ruthless. she riles up alejo, leading to blow-out fights that can be heard across the base, and she's damn near brought rudy to frustrated tears multiple times with her harsh and cutting words. you're left to pick up the pieces, only to have your heart crack when your boys are once more drawn into her orbit, time and time again.

you quickly begin to understand that she's the cause of your boys diminishing their emails to you, but it's not until a direct confrontation with her that you discover that it's deliberate.

it's after a particularly vicious fight between her and alejo and rudy that you stop her in the hall, and ask her point blank why she keeps pushing them to the breaking point. she looks you up and down, and the words she says hit you directly in the gut, harder than if she'd punched you while wearing brass knuckles.

"they're always going to keep coming to me for more. they can't help themselves."

you feel your heart crack even more. "you're just toying with them!"

valeria smirks, vicious and deadly. "and what exactly are you going to do about it, hmm?"

after that, you spend your time avoiding valeria unless absolutely necessary, only interacting with her in professional capacities and doing your best to avoid ever being alone with her. she knows, of course, and she knows that you know that she knows. it comes to a head when the senior officers on base go out for a night at the bar.

you're at the counter with one of your other medical officers, the two of you nursing drinks and watching as the rest of the officers go a little wild. you see alejo and rudy both downing drinks and letting loose, and you're about to head over to them when you see valeria approach the both of them.

your heart is in your throat as she abruptly switches from a smooth, deadly strut to a wobbly, stumbling walk, practically falling on alejo, running her hands all over his chest. rudy-poor, sweet rudy-reaches out to help steady valeria, and she drags him closer so he's plastered against her side.

across the bar, valeria makes eye contact with you, smirks, and turns to plaster a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss on alejo's lips. it's like a natural disaster, you can't seem to look away as he seems to sink into it, before she tears away from alejo to plant another kiss, this time on rudy's lips.

you can't stay in the bar a second more, muttering an apology to your fellow medical officer, throwing a couple bills on the counter, and making your escape. you don't see your boys subtly wiping their lips and passing valeria off to one of her fellow soldiers, nor the way they look over to where you'd been standing, only for their shoulders to droop when they register that you're no longer there.

the next day, you're quieter, blaming it on a hangover that you only wish you actually had, because maybe then you could've forgotten what you'd seen last night. you dodge the efforts of alejo or rudy to talk to you, and you absolutely avoid valeria at any costs. you spend the week like that, actually, retreating into yourself and trying to rebuild the shattered parts of your heart.

and then, the fateful mission, a raid on the son of La Araña. valeria's group was ordered to cordon off the city to prevent his enforcers from causing a bloodshed, while alejo and rudy led the raid.

you were in the medical wing, prepped for injuries, but you weren't prepared for the number of vaqueros who were injured, and the utter lack of valeria's troops.

turns out that valeria and her soldiers were the enforcers for La Araña. they snuck him out of the city, to the mountains. they defected completely and utterly, leaving no traces and zero contact or explanations.

alejo and rudy were furious, searching obsessively for any traces or hints of where valeria might have gone, and you could only watch in sorrow as your boys drove themselves to near insanity in their obsession. even gone, valeria still had her fangs sunk deep into alejo and rudy, and it only broke your heart further.

you tried to help, but after being snapped at repeatedly by a furious alejandro or being outright ignored by an exhausted rodolfo, you stopped trying. you were living on the same base, but you often went days without seeing them, and you honestly couldn't remember the last time you had a conversation with either of them about something other than fucking valeria garza.

it came to a head when alejo snapped harshly at one of the recruits currently laid up in your medbay. the recruit had been following a lead on valeria, but had been ambushed by members of the las almas cartel. he'd come away with only a gunshot wound to the shoulder, a damn miracle in your eyes, but alejo just couldn't let it go that the recruit hadn't somehow managed to predict that the cartel was going to set up an ambush.

"get out."

alejo looked away from the recruit currently doing their best to melt into their bedsheets.

"what did you just say?"

you weren't to be dissuaded. "I said, get out. I won't have you hindering my patients' recovery with repeated interrogations. private lopez has given you a more than thorough debriefing."

the fury in alejo's eyes hadn't dimmed. "do you even care? this is important-"

"I said out, Colonel Vargas. now."

alejo blinked, the fury dissipating in his eyes at the cold tone of your voice and the use of his title and last name. he seemed to realize where he was, and just who he was yelling at, and you saw regret start to creep over his features, but you were done.

"querida, I-"

you turned away to hide the tears in your eyes. you knew if you let him apologize like this to you, your resolve would crack, but nothing would be solved. this only cemented the decision you'd been struggling with for the last few weeks.

"get out of my medbay, colonel."

you refused to turn around until you heard the door shut behind you. you squeezed your eyes shut to try and stop the tears falling, grateful that at least your voice hadn't cracked. after checking in on the private, you head to your office to send off an email. you'd been offered a position at a different base, one that had marginally better pay but came with more responsibility. you'd been debating for awhile, and you wanted to decline, but you couldn't stay here and let your heart be shattered into nothing watching as the ghost of valeria garza consumed your boys.

that night, you made your way up to the roof of the base, a bottle of contraband tequila grasped in one hand. you were going to be leaving in 48 hours, and you wanted one last night out here to look at the stars, because you likely wouldn't have the free time in your new position.

unknown to you, rudy had received an email for him to confirm your transfer, and when he saw it, he immediately tried to find you. when he couldn't, he went straight to alejo.

rudy found alejo sitting in his office, staring blankly at the wall with red-rimmed eyes.

"oh." rudy says. "you know, then."

alejo looks up at his second-in-command in confusion. "what do I know, rodolfo?"

rudy's brow furrows. "about the transfer?"

at alejo's blank stare, rudy shoves the printout of the email he'd been sent into alejo's hands. alejo reads it quickly, his complexion paling drastically.

"what?" he gasps, frantic eyes darting up to rudy's heartbroken ones.

"I don't know, hermano," he sighs, rubbing a hand over day-old stubble. "just showed up this afternoon. went looking, but I can't find her."

"did you confirm the transfer?"

alejo's voice is frantic as he leaps to his feet to fully face rudy, paper crumpling in his fist. when rudy shakes his head, alejo breathes a sigh of relief.

"there's still time, then."

the two of them, in agreement, leave the office and begin their search of the base, looking for you. every nook and cranny is searched, and just when they're starting to lose hope, a recruit approaches them, nervous. she explains that she'd occasionally run into you on the roof late at night when she couldn't sleep, and that she thought that she'd seen you heading in that direction.

alejo immediately beelines in that direction, with rudy shouting a thank you over his shoulder as he follows hot on his colonel's heels.

the boys burst onto the roof, only to fall to a stop as they see you sitting there, back hunched and shoulders shaking as soft sobs fill the quiet night air.

alejo lets out a broken whimper, and rudy's eyes start to fill with tears of his own. he can't help himself, and he calls your name.

your back stiffens, sobs tapering off. "g-go away," you stutter, breath hitching as you try to stop crying. of course, they don't listen to you, and you're quite suddenly bracketed on either side by the forms of your best friends, the men you've been in love with for god knows how many years.

resolutely, you stare up at the stars, refusing to look at either of them. they sit in silence for a moment with you, simply pressing close on either side like they can keep you here merely with their presence alone.

"you were going to leave," rudy starts, voice rough. you bite your lip and have to put your entire focus into continuing to stare at the sky, lest you look over at him and break down all over again. "you were going to leave without even saying anything."

you shrug a shoulder, knowing that you couldn't get any words past the lump in your throat if you tried.

"why?" came the broken plea from alejo on your other side. "I-, was it because of what I said? querida, I can't tell you how sorry I am."

you shook your head, because truly, that wasn't the reason why. it might have been the catalyst, but it certainly wasn't the reason. you hoped they'd just stop pressing, but you should've known better. alejo and rudy bled stubbornness.

"talk to us." rudy begs, leaning harder into your side. "please."

alejo isn't one to be left out, reaching out to gently touch your arm. "what do we have to do to make you stay, querida? whatever you want... please."

the broken whisper of please is what breaks you, and with a sob you bury your face in your hands. immediately, alejo is pulling you into his lap and rudy is plastering himself against your back as both of them murmur reassurances and nonsense in hushed whispers as they try to soothe you.

your face is buried in alejo's chest and your hands clutch desperately at his shirt. he's got his lips pressed against the top of your head, and an hand pressed against the small of your back to keep you pressed flush against him, with your thighs bracketing his hips. rudy is just as close, his face tucked in your neck while his hand rubs soothingly along your side, trying to calm your sobs.

together, the three of you sit pressed against each other on the rooftop, the night quiet except for your muffled sobs, and alejo and rudy's hushed voices. you let the ache of loneliness seep out as the tension drains from your body the longer you cry. alejo and rudy refuse to let you cry alone, wrapping themselves so tightly around you that you can't tell where they end and you begin.

eventually, you run out of tears to cry and you fully slump against alejo's chest. silence falls, aside from the white noise of the base still running efficiently, even at night.

“whatever it is, mi corazón, I promise we’ll fix it,” rudy swears, pressing his lips to your neck like he can brand the promise into your skin. alejo makes an agreeing noise in his throat, but you’re already shaking your head.

“I can’t ask that of you.” your voice is hoarse and scratchy from crying. as much as you want to, you know that you can’t ask them to give up the hunt for valeria. you know your boys, and you know if you’d been the one to betray or desert them, they wouldn’t leave a stone unturned trying to find you, so you can’t imagine how they must be feeling for valeria. as much as you hate her, you can understand where your boys are coming from. they love her. you love them. you’d do the same.

alejo makes a wounded noise. “it’s not your job to ask, querida.” he nudges your face up from where it’s buried in his chest, forcing you to make eye contact. “we’ve been horrid to you, especially with valeria and her troops deserting. you don’t deserve that.”

another tear slips out, trailing down your cheek before it’s caught by alejo’s thumb. his dark gaze is earnest, and it only hurts your broken heart more.

“she’s important to you-to you both,” you add when rudy makes a grumbling noise behind you, one that you mistakenly assume is him reminding you that he’s struggling with valeria’s absence too. “I-I wouldn’t want to interfer with that.”

there’s a pause, before rudy is pulling away from where he’d been nestled in your shoulder. “what do you mean?” he asks, and there’s something in his voice that you can’t quite place.

you fall silent, averting your eyes from alejo’s questioning gaze. you can’t look at him-at either of them, can’t stand to see the pity that will inevitably appear in their eyes.

“querida, what are you talking about?” alejo asks, his voice wavering in a way you hadn’t heard since he confessed to you and rudy that he was bi, way back in high school.

you shake your head, unable to force any words past the lump in your throat. as torturous as it is, you want to prolong this as much as possible, you want to just stay wrapped in their arms and forget for a moment that anything’s wrong, that you could lose this at any second. you feel rudy bury his face in your neck again, his arm tightening around you like he can’t bare to let you go, and you let out another sob.

“this is about valeria?” alejo asks, and you can hear venom in his voice. you curl back into rudy, trying to prepare yourself for the rejection that you know is coming, but then alejo continues. “mierda, what did she do to you? did she say something? I swear to god, I’m gonna kill her-”

“ale.”

rudy’s wry voice breaks through alejandro’s unexpected rant. you blink through the tears in your eyes, looking at the way that alejo pouts at being interrupted before what was sure to be a very creative and impressive string of insults. but your brain can’t really process that, not when you’re trying to wrap your head around alejo seemingly not all that broken up over valeria leaving, not in the way you’d expect him to be after the end of a relationship.

“I-I don’t understand-” you whispered, confusion, sorrow, and traitorous hope swirling in your chest. you’d spent so long sure of one kind of reality, now you’re not sure what to do, if it turns out your previous conceptions were false.

“oh, mi amor,” rudy murmurs in your ear, voice soft and affectionate. “we’ve been so stupid.”

you shake your head, already protesting what rudy is trying to say, ready to insist that your boys are anything but stupid, but alejo-with newfound understanding in his eyes-gently grasps your jaw with one hand. “let him finish, ángel.”

“it was never her, amor. it’s always been you.” rudy sighs, long and slow. “we should’ve seen it sooner. we should’ve noticed how manipulative she was.”

“mmhm, poisonous, como una serpiente.”

your head is spinning with the back and forth, your heart fighting against the cage you’d locked it into, trying desperately to get you to believe that this could possibly be true.

still, a thought lingers in your head. “that night, though? at the bar?”

alejo groans, and rudy chuckles wryly against your throat, still tucked in close. “manipulative bitch.” alejo growls, and you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh.

alejo’s eyes soften, tension bleeding from his shoulders as you seem to finally be coming out of the heartbroken state that you’d been in when he and rudy found you.

“I don’t think either rudy or I realized just how much she was isolating you from us until it was almost too late,” alejo says, voice gone soft and sad. “I just wish we knew why.”

you feel heat rush to your cheeks, and you suddenly wish that there was a nearby corner to hide away in. you know exactly why she’d targeted you the way that she did, but you’d rather die than admit it. you’ve already narrowly avoided losing both alejandro and rodolfo to valeria’s machinations and your own insecurities, you couldn’t bear it if you lost them now because your feelings weren’t reciprocated.

unfortunately, alejo and rudy know all your tells, and they quickly pick up on the way you fall quiet and still.

“querida?”

alejo’s looking at you with a suspicious look on his face, and it almost makes you break then and there. he had this way of looking at you, like he could pluck your deepest, darkest secrets from your mind without your permission and lay them bare, open for all to see. but this was one secret you hoped against hope that he’d be able to avoid bringing to light.

“you know,” rudy breathed, his breath ghosting over your neck and making shivers run up your spine. your body was hyper-aware of the way you were pressed between them, and now that you’d come out of the panicked haze, your mind was starting to catch up to what your body was already aware of. “why, cariño? you can tell us.” he pressed a kiss against the sensitive skin just under your ear, and you had to bite harshly at your lip to prevent the whimper from bubbling out of your throat, even as your eyes fluttered shut.

alejo’s fingers trailed gently over your cheek, his thumb coming up to tug gently at where you’d bit harshly into the flesh of your lower lip. his whispered words, a quiet “tell us,” made you open your eyes again. you’d always been helpless to the whims of your boys, and now was no different.

“don’t make me say it, alejandro,” you whispered back, fearing that if you put it into words, it would ruin everything. “please.”

the dawning light in his eyes told you that he knew exactly what you were trying to say, reading between the lines. he got a faraway look on his face, like he was thinking back over every interaction, every moment he and rudy had spent with you for the last couple decades, looking at it all through this new context.

you didn’t have to look at rudy to know he was doing the same, the way he’d stiffened against your back was more than telling. you began to curl in on yourself, already starting to shield yourself against the inevitable rejections that must be coming. this is why you hadn’t wanted to do this, why you were content to lock it away to never see the light of day.

that just meant you were all the more surprised when rudy gripped your jaw, turning your face away from alejo’s and pressing his lips against yours.

you let out a quiet squeak of shock, eyes flying wide open as one of your hands came up to grip at rudy’s sleeve. but instead of pulling away, he merely angled his head, tilting just so, and slotting his mouth more firmly against yours.

god, you should pull away. you should stand up and walk away from this, right now. there was no way this could end well, that this was ever going to bring you anything other than heartbreak. you weren’t lucky enough to get to somehow keep both of them.

but when rudy’s tongue brushed against your upper lip, you let him in with a soft moan, all fight draining out of your body. you weren’t strong enough for this, to deny your heart what it’d been so desperately hoping for for years.

his kiss was languid, slow and sweet and decadent. rudy’s grip softened on your jaw, simply holding you close as he licked into your mouth. you kissed back as best as you could, your mind still spinning as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that rudy was actually kissing you.

eventually, you had to pull back, the need for air too great. your eyes slowly opened to see rudy looking at you with a soft look on his face. you didn’t get the chance to analyze it too much however. rough fingers brushed against your jaw before your face was being turned back towards alejandro, and he was claiming your mouth with a kiss of his own.

alejo’s kiss was starkly different from rudy’s, but not in a bad way. whereas rudy’s kiss reflected his innate kindness and softness, something that even the military hadn’t been able to change in him, alejo’s kiss reflected his own personality, his fierce possessiveness and fiery passion.

he nipped at your lip, taking advantage of your gasp to plunge his tongue into your mouth. it felt like he was trying to devour you, and god you wanted to let him. alejo drew his tongue along yours teasingly, encouraging you to open up further for him. the wet slide of your lips against his was audible over the blood rushing in your ears, and it only made you more desperate.

as alejo was focused on stealing your breath, both literally and figuratively, you could feel rudy pressing up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist. he wasn’t trying to pull you away from alejo, instead just pressing close, like he couldn’t stop touching you now that he had you.

when alejo finally let you breathe, he didn’t let you go far. trailing kisses down your cheek and jaw, nipping and biting before soothing the sting with his tongue. your head tipped back unconsciously baring your throat to his hungry mouth. rudy gently brought your head back to rest against his shoulder as his lips found your ear, whispering utter filth while he wrapped one strong arm around your waist to keep you steady.

“preciosa, how could you think we didn’t want this? do you have any idea how long you’ve tormented us, our every waking moment, our every dream?” as rudy murmured in your ear, alejo found a spot on your neck that made you let out a breathless little gasp, and he latched on with a ferocity that surprised you, sucking a blooming bruise into your neck. “tell me you want this, want us, querida. por favor, tell us. if-if you ask us to walk away, we will, but-”

your eyes flew open, and one of your hands reached back to clutch desperately at rudy’s arm while the other flew up to bury in alejo’s dark hair, keeping them both anchored against you. “don’t-! please!” you gasp out, terrified at the thought of either of them walking away, now or ever.

rudy shushes you quietly, pressing soft fluttery kisses to your cheek as he soothes you. alejo detatches from where he’s been ravaging your neck, and when your eyes meet his, you can see the dark, wicked satisfaction on his face from knowing your neck is now covered in his marks. he’s always been a possessive bastard.

“you’ve always been ours, princesa,” alejo growls, pressing a biting kiss to your lips as his hand comes up to cup your throat. “we’re not leaving. not unless you want us to.”

you shake your head as best you can in alejo’s grip, your head spinning from the revalations and their touch in ways you’d only ever dreamed you’d get to experience. there’s no reason you’d ever want them to leave, and you’re not really sure how to put it into words. so you simply use your grip on alejo’s hair to bring his lips back to yours, keeping him pressed against you for a moment before you turn your head, seeking rudy’s lips out as well.

rudy chuckles against your mouth, indulging you for a moment before pulling back. “as much as I hate to do this, I think we’d be better off in one of our rooms instead of on the roof, yes?”

realizing that you’re still on the roof and that anyone could come up and see the three of you brings some clarity back to your head, clearing some of haze of lust. while you’re sure at least half the soldiers on base would say somthing along the lines of ‘about time!’, it still wasn’t a great idea to get caught in a compromising position by your fellow soldiers.

“yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” you say sheepishly, and rudy can’t help but laugh again before he pulls away and goes to stand. you move to follow him when suddenly you’re swept up off the floor and into the air. you hadn’t seen alejo move, but suddenly he’s got you up off the ground and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“ALE! PUT ME DOWN!”

your vision is obscured by the back of his shirt and the light denim of his jeans. you brace your hands on his waist and lower back to try and leverage yourself up and off him, but a sharp slap to your ass makes you squeal. rudy’s laughter echoes in the stillness of the air, and you cross your arms petulantly, even as a small smile crosses your lips.

unfortunately, alejandro is disinclined to listen to your pleas, and he proceeds to carry you over his shoulder all the way to his room, with rudy at his side, pushing open doors and checking to make sure the way is clear. miraculously, you don’t run into any other souls during the march across the base, so you’re save the humiliation of your fellow soldiers seeing their Chief Medical Officer thrown over their Colonel’s shoulder while their Sergeant Major just laughs. you’re not sure how’d you would’ve explained this away, anyways.

reaching alejo’s room without issue is a relief, and you half expected him to just set you down once he crossed the threshold, but you had no such luck. instead, he heaved you onto the bed, your body bouncing comically as the blood rushes down from where it had collected in your cheeks from hanging half-upside down. it takes a moment for you to focus, your head spinning a bit as your center of gravity re-orients itself.

when you’re able to move your eyes about without feeling dizzy, your gaze lands on alejo and rudy. alejo is looking at you with a dark look in his eyes, while rudy is turning back from where he’d stepped away to lock the door.

“you look good on my bed, querida.”

you feel your cheeks burn, totally unused to this seductive side of your best friend. you’ve always known alejo as a smooth talker, but suddenly having all of that charm directed squarely on you is throwing you into a tailspin.

alejo wastes no time, stalking forward and grabbing your ankles, roughly pulling you across the sheets towards him. you squeak, and he smirks down at you.

“you’re wearing too many clothes, ángel. we should fix that, don’t you agree, rudy?”

rudy comes to stand at alejo’s right side, his own expression dark and hungry. “best idea you’ve ever had, colonel.”

really, there was ever only one option you could take here, with your boys looking at you the way they were. you bring your trembling fingers up and slowly undo the button on your pants. alejo groans appreciatively, before he begins to tug the fabric down your legs.

rudy, not one to be left out, climbs onto the bed next to you, his nimble fingers quickly undoing the buttons of your shirt, letting the fabric fall open to reveal your chest, bare aside from the fabric of your bra.

you thank the fucking stars that you’d chosen to wear a front-clasp bra, because otherwise you wouldn’t have been treated to the toe-curling sight of rudy flicking open the clasp one handed, your chest quite suddenly and abruptly bared to the chill of the room, nipples pebbling immediately.

“sit up for a second, mi amor,” rudy whispered, a hand between your shoulder blades as he helped you struggle to sit up, just enough for him to pull your shirt and bra off of your shoulders before he slid behind you, letting your bare back rest against his chest. it gives you the perfect view of alejo, on his knees in front of you, having divested you of your pants, socks and shoes, leaving just a pair of panties as the only thing clothing you now.

alejo’s fingers toy with the waistband of your underwear where it rests against your hips. “can I? por favor, querida.”

all you can do is nod, feeling a flutter in your stomach as alejo grins widely like he was a little boy opening a much desired birthday present and not a grown man about to take your fucking panties off.

he wastes no time, pulling the fabric down your thighs and off your legs, tossing it somewhere behind him without a care in the world.

rudy, not wanting to be left out, trails his fingers up your bare stomach before his rough and calloused hands cup your breasts. you let out a gasp, the texture of his palms so different to yours it’s striking.

rudy kneads the flesh of your tits, his thumbs stroking over your nipples as he presses his lips to that spot just underneath your ear, kissing you softly.

“do you know how long I have dreamt about your tits, preciosa? how soft, how sensitive, how utterly perfect they must be?”

it’s all you can do to shake your head, just barely. he chuckles, breath ghosting across your neck in a soft caress.

“I could never have dreamt anything close to this moment, mi amor. you are intoxicating.”

alejo, not to be outdone, adjusts your legs so that they’re hanging over his broad shoulders. he kisses his way up your inner thighs, nipping every so often, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.

“can I taste you, querida?”

you can’t think, can barely fucking speak, but there was only ever going to be one answer to his question.

“please-!”

alejo was never one to waste time and he certainly wasn’t going to start now. he buries his face in between your legs, tongue stroking through your folds with the eagerness of a man starved. he was quick to wrap his lips around your clit, suckling with just the right amount of pressure to drive you absolutely insane.

you can’t stop the gasps and cries that escape your lips as alejo eats you out with dedicated precision. you’ve never had a man so dedicated to your pleasure before, it’s a wholly new sensation and you really, really like it.

rudy rolls your nipples with the pads of his fingers, getting you to make even more noises, to the point that you’re worried someone is going to hear, which would be absolutely mortifying. but your boys don’t seem to care about little things like noise complaints and keep torturing you with pleasure.

you can feel yourself approaching your peak embarassingly quickly, it’s been far too long since you’ve been up to getting yourself off, and you are not going to last much longer like this.

“‘m gonna come,” you gasp, moaning when alejo seems to double down in his efforts to push you over the edge. you tilt your head, brushing your nose against rudy’s jaw as you unconsciously seek him out.

always a people-pleaser, your rodolfo is quick to press his lips to yours, kissing you softly even as he plays with your tits and alejo continues to devour your cunt.

you come suddenly, with a sharp cry. your back arches, and rudy is quick to wrap one of his arms around your waist to hold you steady as your hips rock against alejo’s face as your orgasm washes over you in waves. alejo continues to suckle your clit throughout your release, prolonging it far longer than you’d have imagined to be possible, and it’s all you can do not to scream as you fall over the edge in to mindless oversensitivity.

finally, just when you’re about to tip over the edge from pleasure into pain does alejo sit up, hands stroking your trembling thighs as he lets you come down.

rudy is pressing kisses along your neck, one arm still secure around your waist as the other just mindlessly toys with your tits.

“fuck, querida. do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

you blearily look at alejo just sitting between your thighs, mouth shiny and slick with your come, and you desperately reach for him with grasping hands. he eagerly follows, letting you pull him up so you can steal a kiss, moaning from the taste of your juices on his tonuge.

alejo kisses you slow, languid and deep, hand cupping your face even as rudy restarts his mission to leave a million hickeys on your neck. all you can see, hear, feel, are your boys, and the emotion that swells in your heart is impossible to put into words.

“te amo, mis amores.”

[diejager]

Saw your requests are open.😊😊

Can you please do some fluff for my boys Alejandro and Rudy (I just need some fluff right now). They can be together or separate,(don't matter to me).

Please and thank you. 🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️

Cw: fluff, tell me if I missed any.

The house was loud and lively, bustling and full of life despite being the only one home, but you weren’t truly alone. You never were. You had a chatty parrot, a pretty thing with blue and green plumage that loved to sing and purr around the house. She hopped and jumped from one perch to the next, occasionally returning to her nest or resting on your shoulder. And you had a ball of sunshine running around, barking and huffing with flappy ears and golden fur that glowed under sunlight. Lola and Milo were your sweet companions when you were home alone. 

They were bright, Milo keeping watch over you while Lola flew and helped you pick things from spoons to pots. She was your little helper and him, your protector, but they never got in your way. Especially when you were busy, mixing and stirring, preparing a meal for a family under the warmth of the setting sun, it’s golden ray lighting you up in an ethereal hue. It made your house feel so welcoming. 

“Lola, spoons on the table, please!” You called out to the blue-headed parrot, sliding the drawer open for her and returning to the steaming pot.

“Spoon! Spoon!”

“Thank you, Lola.”

You let her set the table, spoons and forks beside the plates and bowls you’d placed while you finished up the broth. You wanted it done by the time they were home, a warm, homemade meal after a tiring day at work was the best welcome. You had everything done and ready, desert cooling in the fridge, cups cleaned and dried for drinks, bread still warm and a salad fresh and crispy. All that was missing was supper and your hardworking lovers. 

You often found yourself staring at the hanging picture around the house, eyes straying to stare at Rudy’s gentle grin and Ale’s smug smirk. Although you saw them every week, the simple thought of them made you melancholic. You called, you texted and you spoke, but you still missed them. It was always a busy night when they came home after a long week at base. Gone were the bland meals. Gone were the stressful and restless nights alone. Gone were the posturing and expectation of a leader. 

At home, Alejandro and Rudolfo were lovers, men whose hearts were given to each other as they gave it to you. There weren’t any expectation at home, only a warm welcome and loving kiss. Last week’s kisses still lingered in your mind, the soft pressure of their smooth lips pressing on yours, the taste of moss and lavender. The same fragrance that filled your home, a mix of cinnamon and moss, lavender and ocean, and your rosemary and lilac. It made home feel like home.

You thought so fondly of them as you stirred the last of the meat in the broth when you heard a car drive into the driveway, the rumbling of the engine cutting off and doors closing. Milo scrambled to the door, panting and tail excitedly wagging, and Lola flew off your shoulder with a happy “Home! Home!”. You turned off the stove, hands patting down your apron, smiling brightly on your way out the kitchen.

“Corazõn,” Rudy pressed himself against you, his arms wrapped around your waist, “I missed you.”

He kissed you softly, murmuring sweet words. You ran your fingers through his hair, sliding to caress his jaw and down to his nape to hold him firmly. You were unwilling to part ways with him just yet, kissing until you were both breathless, pulling away with gasps and pants. You both grinned dopily, drunk off each others.

“Where’s my kiss, Amor?” Alejandro mumbled against your shoulder, kissing it up until you turned your head and met his lips, arching your back to him.

He had both of you in his embrace, tugging you both into him in a steady cradle. You parted and he leaned over you to share the taste of your lips with Rudy, both groaning with you pressed between them. You missed this, you really missed being between them, spooned on both sides while they shared their love.

“I have supper ready, ” you sighed blissfully, hands grabbing their wrists.

You pulled them down the hall and into the kitchen, where a meal awaited you three —a love-filled and happy moment under the setting sun. 

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[loveindefinitely]

༊*·˚ MIDNIGHTS — track one : lavender haze

summary. you're dragged to a house party by your best friend, and subsequently meet two men that will change your life, all in one night.

featuring. rodolfo 'rudy' parra + alejandro vargas

warnings. nsfw, alcohol consumption, modern au, implied drug use, f/m/m, mutually under the influence, partying, slight peer pressure, public sex (?), bathroom sex, oral, degradation, strangers to lovers

series masterlist.

"Jesus christ," you murmur, wincing at the sudden and overpowering smell of weed, cruisers and sweat. Not exactly an appealing mix, but not revolting, at least. Better than vomit. Too early in the night for that, you supposed.

Valeria mutters something under her breath, and with a roll of her eyes, drags you by the scuff of your neck to the kitchen.

Bodies litter every open bit of room on the floor, grinding against each other, neon lights casting vibrant colours over the sheen of sweat on their skin. It's oddly enchanting.

The glitter littered on your collarbones and cleavage shine in the cascading lights, and you hope that you look somewhat confident, even if you feel anything but. You weren't one for house parties, hell, this was one of your first, but Valeria had convinced you to 'let loose' and 'have fun'.

You didn't say how you knew that this party was an excuse to get business done, but then again, that was why the two of you were so close.

Plausible deniability, and all that.

A drink is slammed into your chest, a little bit splashing onto your skin. You shoot an unamused glare Valeria's way, to which she just replies with a small shrug. "Drink."

"If it's drugged, I'll kill you," you say. ...Only half joking. You knew -- hoped -- that she wouldn't, but again, it was Valeria.

Another roll of her eyes and a scoff. "You can try."

You wouldn't, because at the end of the day, you did enjoy being alive and functioning. Both things were quite useful.

Valeria's eyes catch on something, or someone, behind you, and her glare narrows even further, her mouth hitching up into a hardly discreet scowl.

You turn, but she quickly grabs you by the hair to stop you from doing so. "Don't look," she seethes, venom in her tone.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Valeria," a man's voice chimes from behind you, snarky and impatient.

Your closest friend's lips pull into a cruel, cunning smile, void of any warmth as she glares at whoever's behind you. "Alejandro," she snarls, her voice bitter.

Swallowing, you nervously try and think of a way to get out from between whatever the fuck is going on here. You didn't exactly feel like getting involved in... whatever Valeria did under your nose.

"And who's she?" The man asks, sounding just the slightest bit closer. His tone has taken an interested, more curious tone, not nearly as harsh or abrasive.

You play with the necklace around your neck in nervous movements, trying to quell your growing anxiety.

Valeria huffs a cold laugh. "Not apart of this," is her only answer, accent thickening just the slightest, like it did when she was pissed off, or... scared. Which had only been once, in all fairness, and that was because of a spider.

"Vamos, necesitamos hablar. Sácala de aquí [Come on, we need to talk. Get her out of here]," the man spits out, vitriol heavy on his tongue like some kind of poison.

"Tócala y morirás, Alejandro [Touch her and you will die, Alejandro]," is Valeria's hiss of a reply, her hold tightening in your hair. You squeeze your eyes shut, nervous and completely out of your element, and scared shitless.

The man behind you -- Alejandro -- murmurs a bunch of curses under his breath, before he replies once more. "Rodolfo will keep her safe."

"¿Crees que confío en ti? [Do you think I trust you?]" Valeria's eyes burn with rage from what you can see in the dim lighting, and it sends a shiver down your spine. "Bien. Si ella tiene un rasguño, ambos moriréis [Fine. If she gets a scratch, you'll both die]."

She looks down to you, her hand falling from the fist it had in your hair. "If he so much as breathes at you wrong, yell for me," she mutters in a low tone, before pushing you towards someone without so much as another look in your direction.

Your breathing comes out in short, quick pants, when a warm arm slides around your waist. You flinch in surprise, looking up into warm brown eyes.

"Rodolfo," the man says, an introduction. His head gestures sharply to the man following after a fuming Valeria. "Alejandro."

You nod, albeit with confusion, and pray that your embarrassment isn't obvious on your face when you say your name in a way of greeting.

Rodolfo nods, and there's a calmness to him that settles your nerves and overall antsiness.

"¿Quieres bailar? [You want to dance?]" He asks, and you tilt your head slightly to the side. He raises a brow, taking in your appearance. Your black dress is completely and utterly slutty, but you had wanted to try and be a different person for a night.

...You were maybe, slightly, regretting it.

"I..." you start, unsure what to do or say, before he simply drags you towards the loungeroom, where everyone's packed like sardines.

His chest presses against your own, his arm still around your lower back. Your hands, nervously, rest at his chest, and you have to crane your neck a little to make eye contact.

You are so, so, so screwed.

His mouth tilts into a small smirk, obviously aware of your uncertainty. "I'm protecting you, hermosa [beautiful]. You're safe with me," he whispers, leaning in close to your ear, and you just about melt. His voice is velvety and smooth and so fucking attractive that you can't believe that you're even here right now.

Swallowing, you nod slowly. "Okay. I'm sorry," you tack on the last part, the words familiar on your tongue.

Your eyes go slightly wide when his hand comes up to direct your chin back up to meet his gaze, his eyes almost sparkling in the deep purple lights hung in this room. "No. None of that."

Your mouth is as dry as a desert.

But something else certainly isn't.

"How do you know Valeria?" You ask, because, really, you can't keep your mouth shut, can you?

Rodolfo seems to think for a moment, his features highlighted by the lights. The bass of the music thrums in your chest, and you can feel it from where your feet hit the floor, all the way to your fingertips, where they sit on his chest.

"...She's an old friend," is his response, and you can tell that there's a lot of heavy lifting behind the 'friend' title.

You nod, however, appeased with the answer. At least for now.

"You're not aware of her work?" He asks, wincing slightly at the last word. He's a solid weight at your front, oddly comforting for a man you had met not even five minutes ago, and who is clearly not in a white-collar kind of career path.

"No, um, not really my business," you say, deflecting.

A crease forms between his brows, and the swaying slows down. The two of you are surrounded at all sides, and it's hard to think, let alone breathe.

He's about to open his mouth to continue, when a sharp bark of his name makes his gaze instantly flick from you, to the other side of the room.

"Nosotros vamos [We're going]," The voice from before calls out -- Alejandro's voice. Rodolfo's arm at your waist tightens, if only slightly.

His gaze flickers back to yours, something swirling in their depths. Something that has your thighs squeezing just a bit together. You are so unbelievably parched -- from physical or mental thirst, you're not sure.

"Come with me," he says, voice lilted with an undercurrent of lust and desire. "Por favor, mi niña [please, my girl]."

Valeria had said to have fun, hadn't she? And you hadn't gotten all dressed up just to not get laid tonight, right?

So, like the 'new you' you are, you nod your head.

Rodolfo's returning smile is nothing short of vivaciously wicked, and tingles shoot up your spine as his hand rests heavy on your hip as he guides you out of the thick stream of people.

When your eyes meet Alejandro's, and you're standing mere feet in front of him, the man's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He directs a look to Rodolfo, and although you can't see the man's expression, you can tell that they're silently communicating.

Whatever the conclusion to their voiceless debate, it seems to weigh in your favour.

a/n. a teaser for the midnights series!! i have not forgotten about my plans for this one folks. taylor swift did infact intend for the album to be used as titles and vibes for call of duty fanfiction, in case u didnt know!

[priceswifebb]

Folkorico dancers Alejandro and Rudy x Fem Folkorico dancer Reader!!!

☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

Imagine you just moved to a new company and happen to catch the eye of Alejandro and Rudy. And at first its just because you're a new person inside the studio and to see how well you are dancing inside the class.

But it's not till you go up to one of them and ask for help on a certain step and the next time you come back to class and show your appreciation you baked them some sweets. Ever since that they've been stuck to your hip. (Food is the 1# way to their heart)

They are so helpful too need your skirt tied tightly? Alejandro's got it! Need hairspray or tape so you dont slip? Rudy's already grabbing some from his bag! Can remember a step to your song? They are already helping you out! Need water? Be prepared to have like four water bottles graciously given to you by the boys.

Always wanting to partner up with you when there's partner work needed. Rudy has legit tripped Alejandro just to be your partner for Chihuahua.

Alejandro and Rudy are your personal cheerleaders they clap, cheer and do their gritos supporting the loudest when you're on stage.

You've taken their offer of taking you to.one of the food trucks by the studio more than once. A small way they spoil you.

If you want some cute shoes for practice yknow the ones that have a cute design or embroidery on them? all you gotta do is show them which one you want and say how much you want them high chance you will get them.

[pedripop]

fuck gazsoap IMAGINE SITUATIONSHIP WITH ALERUDY 😍😍😍😍 OR SITUATIONSHIP WITH GAZPRICE 😍😍😍 OR GAZALEX 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

(🎸)

SITUATIONSHIP WITH GAZPRICE OMG HNGGGGH WAIT THATS SO?1!1!1!1?1?1

dude omg dude omg price who hadn’t fucked in a good minute while reader n’ gaz are the horniest mfs on the planet. gaz and reader help price ease in after so many years of not having sexual intimacy!! gaz guiding price’s cock to readers hole, cooing praises while price grunts and curses. gaz watches as he kisses price’s neck, while the captain is too busy rutting into reader like a dog in heat.

GOD HE WHIMPERS HE WHIMPERS HE WHIMPERSSSSSSSS.

alerudy is like.. omg. alejandro n’ rudy have been fucking for a while right? they met reader n’ alejandro’s like “i wanna tap that”. idk how but somehow reader ends up in bed with both of them, taking both of them in their hole. they cry n’ babble while alejandro whines, rudy trying to calm them both down with soft kisses and quiet praises

GOD THESE MFS HVE ME IN A CHOKEHOLD RAHHHHHHH

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 7 Witch

Warning: Abrupt ending, reader is fem (no mention of genitals, but the Spanish used is for them is feminine)

Could be seen as a canon offshoot of my King Killer story, since all the same rules apply

“I will cry,” you declare to the empty shop, your two wolf familiars looking up at you judgmentally, “I will sob and scream and throw myself into the trash.” The spell you had been working on simply sits there, just off enough to be useless. You huff and bend back over the papers that make up its parts, grumbling to yourself as the charcoal in your hand stains your fingers black again.

“Hola, Señorita Bruja,” the rough voice of Alejandro sounds into your shop, catching your attention enough to look up. He and Rudy enter with two white men behind them, both who look startled at the inside of your shop. You preen a little even as your familiars hurry over to their preferred Vaquero, proud of the careful work you had done to perfect your shop. The structure is made of Abode, like many of the buildings nearby, but the tiles had been carefully carved and painted to create the protection charm that made this and a number of other homes bomb and fireproof. You had worked tirelessly to gain the blessings of all the Gods and spirits that still resided in the area to create foundation of protection and healing within your shop, even creating a portable carving that held that same spell to give to the local hospital.

“Bruja, these are members of Taskforce 141,” Alejandro introduces, scratching at Pollux’s head as the grey wolf pants happily, “Soap and Ghost.”

“Nice to meet you,” you chirp, giving the men a smile as Castor licks at Rudy’s hand, demanding affection. The one with the mohawk offers you an awkward smile as the masked man simply nods.

“An’ you too, witch,” the masked man intones. You nod before turning to your lovers, your smile shrinking worriedly.

“What can I do for you? You don’t come into my shop without reason,” you ask. Ale and Rudy glance at each other before Ale sighs.

“Unfortunately, you’re right,” he admits, “We need something for protection. We’re hunting El Sin Nombre for information and to hopefully shut down the Cartel.” You frown, chewing on your lip thought fully.

“I think I’ve got a few phoenix charms, but they’re older. They won’t hold up to too much,” you admit, “But, they should keep you safe enough to retreat if you need to.”

“Perfecto,” Ale declares, “We’ll need a few of them. How much?” You look at him, one of your loves, before looking over at Rudy, your other love. You blink and you can see these men with bullet holes, staring at you sightlessly and swaying. Blinking again, you click your tongue and turn to find the charms.

“No money,” you declare, “Just return to me.” You find the box full of charms and remove only one, placing it on the table to keep in the shop before walking up to Ale and handing it off to him. He takes it from you, freeing your hands to cup his face and reach over to Rudy’s face as well. You demand, “Both of you. Return to me safely, or Castor and Pollux will find you to make you return.”

“Sí, mi amor,” Rudy agrees as Ale turns his face to press a kiss to your wrist.

“We will return to you,” Ale assures you, “And we’ll take a few days off to simply be.” You look at your loves and nod once

“You better,” you declare with a sniff, before looking at the white men with narrowed eyes and a point of your finger, “And you two, make sure they’re safe or I’ll curse you.”

“Yes’m!” Mohawk yelps as the masked man nods calmly.

“Will do,” the man gruffly assures you. You sniff and wave the two of 141 off, pressing kisses to Rudy and Ale’s cheeks.

“Be careful,” you repeat.

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Ghost curses as he leans against the wall. Everything’s gone to shit, even with the witch’s charms. Rudy and Soap are dealing with a fucking tank, Price is trapped in a downed heli, and Gaz and Alejandro are getting pinned.

“Shit,” he snarls, peering around the corner and firing at the Shadows that are trying to get to said downed heli, ducking back to avoid return fire. He stops at the sight of a pure white wolf, staring him in the eye before huffing. It takes him a moment, but Ghost recognizes the wolf.

“Y’ Castor? Or Pollux?” he asks. The wolf gives him a completely unimpressed look before throwing its head back and howling. Suddenly, what looks like hundreds of dogs fill the street that was once empty, mostly black and white, but all rushing toward his direction.

“Fuck!” Ghost curses, pinning himself against the wall and closing his eyes like a child, bracing for impact. It never comes, instead the Shadows begin shouting in fear and howling in pain. Ghost opens his eyes and peers back around the corner. The wolf is trotting calmly to the heli as the pack of dogs rip apart the Shadows quite literally.

“I should curse you,” someone says from behind him, actually startling Ghost. Turning, he sees you, wearing a cloak that blends into the night as you stroke the other wolf’s head. You look at him coldly, insisting, “Were I less forgiving, I’d curse you. But,” you pause and soften, “It’s obvious you tried your best. If you hadn’t, the cadejos would have ripped you apart as well.”

“…Thank you f’r bein’ forgivin’,” Ghost can’t help but say. You huff and shake your head, walking onto the battlefield confidently, the wolf that had gone ahead trotting back with a very confused looking Price on their back.

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Regrouping is easy with you walking beside him and the cadejos running all through the headquarters, you flicking spells at every Shadow while the pack ripped any apart they found. Price follows Ghost, looking between you and Ghost with obvious questions that won’t be answered until everything is wrapped up.

“Valeria,” you call out as the groups finally regroup.

“Ah, Bruja,” the woman purrs, “So good of you-” She’s cut off by your fist slamming into her face.

“Shut up,” you order, cold and collected as Castor and Pollux growl at her. You turn to Ale and Rudy, fussing over them quietly as the wolves press against the men, whining for affection. Ghost huffs, looking over his shoulder as the cadejos gather.

“Steamin’ Jesus, tha’s a lot o’ dugs,” Soap mumbles to Gaz, the other man nodding as the pack seems to grow bigger and bigger, white and black dogs mingling. Eventually, a tiny white cadejo trots forward and sits in the front as you turn with Ale and Rudy at your side.

“Thank… Protect… We… Love… Strong… Cowboys…” the dog barks out in a child’s voice. Your face softens as Ale kneels down and scratches behind the little cadjeo’s ear.

“Gracias por apoyarnos en este empeño*, ” the Colonel mumbles. The dog wiggles happily before trotting back to the pack and barking once. The cadejos scatter in streaks of lights and darks, leaving the headquarters empty of all but them.

“I thought those were a Mexican or Spanish thing,” Gaz says into the silence that follows, “Why’d they speak in English?”

“¿Cómo?” Ale sputters in confusion, “No, they spoke in Spanish.”

“They didn’t speak at all,” you cut in as Rudy snickers and buries his head into your shoulder, “They’re spirits. How they communicate is different from person to person. If you’re more used to hearing words, they will communicate through the words they remember and it will speak to your soul. Thus, your ears will seem to hear them talk.”

“They explained this, Ale,” Rudy teases with a grin. The Colonel sputters and lunges at the two with outstretched arms, making you shriek and Rudy laugh. Ghost finds himself relaxing, looking over at his team who also are relaxed. What throws him is Valeria, and how she has a look that screams longing. Not regret, but longing.

Ale managed to grab both you and Rudy in his arms, roughly speaking Spanish at both of you with a playful snarl and a shake. You reply softly and Rudy laughs, only for both of you to be silenced under a flurry of kisses from Ale.

“Sorry to break up your reunion,” Price cuts in as politely as he can, “But who’s this?” Ale sets both of you down and glances at Rudy, a smirk curling both men’s faces.

“No, no, don’t you dare,” you immediately start scolding, “I swear to shit, don’t you fuckin-” Both men drop into a pose that Ghost knows is from a picture that one American actor made at his wife. One that screams ‘look at them! This is our amazing person!’

“I hate everything about this situation,” you declare as Castor and Pollux happily sit beside each man.

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*Thank you for supporting us in this endeavor

[lay-z]

Okay, pet/puppy play...

But it's pet!Alejandro x Reader x Rodolfo.

You and Rudy somehow make Alejandro agree to try it out for a long getaway weekend—away from familiar surroundings, so everyone can relax and commit to it.

Alejandro ends up liking this dynamic way more than he'd ever admit, and Rudy's tail would be wagging if he had one—more than eager to try it himself, because ay dios mío mamacita, you're an amazing domme and his neck tickles to be collared as prettily as Ale's!

So naturally, it turns into pet!Alejandro x Reader x pet!Rodolfo for the next upcoming weekend they're off...

[twisted-affections-for-u]

Lost in the woods (pt. 1)

(Yandere!Werewolf!141 + Yandere!Werewolf!Nikolai + Yandere!Werewolf!AleRudy x injured!gn!reader)

Synopsis: Reader tries to walk home from a bar and is chased in the woods by a man with a knife. Unluckily for the man, the woods he is in is owned by the 141, Nikolai, and AleRudy. But lucky for reader as the men decide to help them.

TW: Injuries, blood, wounds, the man chasing reader is implied to be a k!ller, implied death, implied dead bodies, yandere themes, manipulation, gaslighting, werewolves, horror themes, no omegaverse, unhealthy obsessions, toxic love, the 141 + Nikolai + AleRudy are dating

A/N: I was supposed to write a Valeria x reader fic for pride but found the cod werewolf au and now it has taken over my mind. Feedback is apricated but please be kind! I have no idea how to write accents, so I apologize in advance.

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It wasn’t often that they had an intruder in their territory, but it hadn’t been uncommon either. Kyle kept his guard up while keeping his footfalls light, not wishing to alert whoever was in their woods. They had picked a secluded spot after retiring to be left alone and far away from humans. Not that him and his boyfriends were violent to them, even on a full moon, but that humans didn’t understand them and would often end up causing flares of aggression to arise. His boys were rather dolce compared to most of the werewolves they had interacted with in the past, having been like this for so long and grown accustomed to hiding their true selves from the world. 

But now there was a threat, and Kyle was by himself on this one. His boys, having gone out to take care of various tasks, hadn’t returned home yet when the smell of an unknown human wafted through the forest. He could take care of himself just fine, but there was always safety in their numbers and that proved to be true time and time again. It could simply be a human who ventured too far off a trail while trying to find a spot to camp in. But if it wasn’t... 

The risk was simply not worth taking. He had to access the situation and dispose of any possible risks to his pack's safety. He could do it and make it back before the others returned.  

Atleast that’s what he thought, until a scream broke the calm silence of the woods. Every hair on his body stood on edge as he surveyed his surroundings, slowly creeping closer to where the scream had emanated from. Someone could have hurt themselves, twisted or broken an ankle with how dark it was. The taste of iron in the air quickly dispelled the thought of it being a clumsy human. Someone was bleeding and the scream was likely an indicator of the scene he was about to stumble upon. 

Kyle’s ears perked up and to the right at the sound of muffled sniffing and pained whimpers. His fears being confirmed for him as he peaked around a bush. Across from him, a human, who looked to have been thorough the ringer, had their back pressed against a tree. They kept peering around it like they were waiting for something to emerge from that direction.  

It gave Kyle time to survey the injuries. They looked to have gotten pretty banged up; multiple cuts and scrapes littered every available inch of their skin. The worst was their abdomen, where they kept their hand against a bleeding wound that Kyle couldn’t properly judge the depth or severity of from where he stood. He would have to approach the human in order to help them, except the human was obliviously petrified and meeting a giant werewolf would likely not make them feel much better. 

Kyle’s ear snapped from the human and towards the direction the human was staring in. The human attempted to muffle their sounds more by clasping a hand over their mouth and taking slower, yet shaky, breaths. Another human scent floated on the wind, this one reeking of the other human’s blood. They couldn’t see the other person yet, but they could hear him approaching. 

“Come out, little one. I promise to make your death quick.” The creepy man’s voice from the bar nearly sang as his steps grew closer to your hiding spot. You had made the dumb decision to walk home alone, swearing to your friends that you would make it home safe and that it was just a walk by some woods before you would be safely inside your home. You didn’t expect to be followed nor to be chased and stabbed in your side by a man who kept making more sickening comments the longer he chased you. ‘How sweet you smelled’, ‘how he loved the texture of your skin,’ and the worst; ‘how he couldn’t wait to carve it off of you.’  

You debated what your next move should be. You had injured him enough to slip away after he stabbed you in your lower left side. Unfortunately, now he was back up and still had his eyes set on you. He was too close for you to outrun, especially with the burning pain in your side. You could try to wait him out, the downside being that you were unsure of where you were and how to get back to the road you were walking along. 

Your musings were cut short, your arm roughly being grabbed and pulled back in an odd angle. You couldn’t suppress your scream of pain as you were dragged away from the safety of the tree you were using as cover. Your back was slammed to the ground, a boat immediately coming to pin down the shoulder to the arm that was just yanked. Burning hot tears streamed down your face as you attempted to wriggle away from the horrendous pain.  

“There you are! Told you i would find and catch you. Like a little mouse trying to outrun the big, bad cat.” The man taunted from above, his grin disgusting and unnerving. You were desperate to escape this nightmare. Wanted to beg for your life, wanted to see the next sunrise, your friends, your family. Hell! Anything else but the face of the man that was planning to kill you! 

Something seemed to hear your inner cries for help as one minute the man was practically leaning down in your face and the next, he was gone. You took in a deep breath before dragging yourself back against the tree. Panting as you frantically looked around for any sign of the man. 

Kyle was seconds for jumping at the man pinning down the poor injured human but was beat when a large fluffy body slammed into him, before dragging the man further into the woods and away from you.  

Kyle sniffed the air, relaxing slightly as he caught a whiff of Simon’s scent. He hadn’t heard any of them return yet; had they smelled the blood too before even getting into the driveway? He was unable to think on it look as a frightened gasped stole his attention. In front of the injured human laid Soap’s huge form, trying to appear smaller than he was. He could hear the small, dejected sounding whines Soap was letting out. Even though soap was trying to seem less like a threat, his display of submission wasn’t being perceived as that by someone who was looking at a weird human like dog. Kyle is surprised the human wasn’t screaming in fear. 

Thankfully though, Nikolai comes to join them. He gently shoos a whiney Soap while slowly approaching you. He kneels in front of you with his hands up in a show of peace. You try to focus on him, though it’s a bit hard with the MASSIVE wolf hovering over his shoulder and nudging him occasionally. He seems not to mind as he finally starts to talk to you. “Are you hurt?”  

When you keep staring at the werewolf behind him and not answering, Nikolai thinks it might be a good idea to reassure you about Soap. “He will not hurt you. Johnny smells the blood on you and wants to help.” 

Your eyes finally snap to Nikolai, seeming to still be on edge but more willing to listen. Your voice is quiet and shaky, but Nikolai’s heightened hearing let’s him hear you much easier than a human could. “Where is the man who was chasing me?” 

“Taken care of. You have no need to fear him; he will not hurt you again.” Nikolai states with conviction. He is unsure of what Simon and the others have done with him, but he knows that they will not let him leave these words. 

Nikolai reaches his hand out to hover over your arm that is still pressed into the stab wound. He asks, “May I?” and waits patiently for your response. 

After a small bit of hesitation, you nod and finally let up on the wound. Nikolai gently pulls your arm away from your body and rolling up your shirt enough to see the full scope of the wound. He gently puts pressure around it, causing you to let out a grunt of pain. 

“Hold on for me just a bit more, than I will be done.” Nikolai tries to soothe your cries of pain. Soap also tries to help, coming closer to you now that Nikolai isn’t paying attention to him. He starts to lap at your cheek trying to get rid of your tear stains. It causes you to let out a small lap. You hesitantly lift a hand and rub at Soap’s neck, that causes his tail to start to way. Maybe the scary werewolf was more like a dog than a beast. 

Nikolai pulls back down your shirt, looking off behind the tree to something you can’t see. He calls out to someone named ‘Kyle’ and you try to look back at what he is staring at. Only for your breath to catch in your throat as you come nearly face to face with ANOTHER werewolf. The new werewolf looks down at you, giving your nose a little lick and making you shriek in surprise. Kyle let’s out a small whine, but Nikolai, and you swear, Soap both laugh at the display. 

“Kyle, head back to the house. Tell Price we are bringing back an injured human.” Nikolai orders him, who complies without a second of hesitation. He takes off as soon as Nikolai goes back to addressing what injuries you have. He would like to stay and help but knows that letting the others know what is to come will keep any territorial instincts at bay.

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Lost and Found

I. roll call and rainy nights

Next

Maybe Simon doesn't have any kids. Not yet at least. Maybe he doesn't know anyone we'll enough, or maybe he's not sure if he wants them in the first place.

But I'll tell you what.

Every time he goes on leave, without fail, he has an army of critters showing up to his house in the country. He never turns anything out to the streets, or to the cold night. The bottom of his pantry is stock full of dog and cat food. He's got three bird feeders in his back yard. There's four refillable water bowls by his garage.

The raccoons show up first without fail. They're named One and Deux, and they just recently had a baby named Tres. Hes pretty sure they live on his roof. He checked his cameras one night, after a long mission, and found them holding up Tres to the camera.

He didn't cry about that, what are you talking about?

Then the dogs show up. They're all mutts of varying sizes. One looks like some sort of lab, named Dog. Another is about the size of a pomeranian, but looks like a shaggy chihuahua. That's Barrow. He found her in his garden shed. She's got a mean bite, but a sweet face. The third is a big dog, almost the size of a Dane, but... not. He's not very smart. He's named barkmulch. Get it, cus- cus he barks- the fourth has gone unnamed. It's a furry little white thing, and it yaps at him a lot, nipping at his ankles anytime he enters the room. Behave, and it'll get a name.

There are a few cats that show up too. None of them have names except for one: Scraggle.

Scraggle is the ugliest fucking thing you can imagine. Scraggle is that shade of grey that white cats get when they're dirty, except you can't wash it off. The poor cat is missing patches of fur, and it seems permanent. It only has one eye. It's nose is flat, and gives it's face the illusion of a squished tomato. There's a scar going from it's whiskers, across it's nose and up to it's missing eye. Simon doesn't actually know what gender this cat is. It is only Scraggle.

Scraggle is also... very stupid, as far as cats go. It gets squished between the couch cushions, and yowls when Simon accidentally sits on him. How could he have seen him anyways? Scraggle screams when his food bowl is empty. Scraggle screams when everyone else's food bowls are empty. Scraggle screams when it manages to find it's way on top of the kitchen cabinets, and needs Simon's help to get down. Scraggle is a full time job when he's off duty.

Scraggle is his favorite.

He finds you in the rain.

Not nearly as run down as the rest of his animals, but just as lost.

Covered in scratches, blood, and muck, he finds you on the edge of his property, being screamed at by Scraggle, because it doesn't do much else.

Your clothes are torn, and you look a bit more haggard than you should. Wet, and cold, and hungry. Like you had missed a turn off the trails, or you were running away from them. From something.

You look up at him with wide eyes, but decide to trust him, to follow him like a lost creature, because he could not be worse than what you escaped from.

He makes soup. He gives you soup.

He's not the best conversationalist. He's not used to things he finds actually talking back to him in a language he can understand.

You tell him your name. He calls you Honey. You'll earn your name. Behave, you'll get it.

Scraggle is on thin ice with you. Attention stealer. Food giver. You get the cat down from places it shouldn't be. But Simon pays more attention to you than he does Scraggle. You fool. Scraggle is all. Scraggle is life.

You don't leave, much like the other things he feeds. You make yourself useful, because you're afraid of being turned out. If you're useful, then nothing will happen. And you go to bed every night warm with a full belly.

You're just another lost thing he's taken in. You don't leave when he disappears. You know he'll come back. He always does.

And he watches the cameras, while he's on a mission. He watches you diligently fill the bowls, the bird feeders, the waters, the bath. You trot out to the fish pond, and throw handfuls of feed out in the early hours of the night. Then you make your way back through the tall grass, and into the house.

Scraggle screams. You feed it too, and then pick it up. And carry it around like it's a little baby.

Hm. Maybe....

You were a sweet like honey, a pretty little thing. You weren't lost anymore. He'd found you, you're his now.

He'll take care of you.

Scraggle agrees. Scraggle likes you too.

masterlist

[dreamingbo11]

Soap, Rudy, Alejandro, M!Y/n and Ghost in a 15 hour roadtrip:

Soap: Why is your base so far?

M!Y/n: Dont know.

M!Y/n's phone: *RING BITCH RING*

M!Y/n: *Picks it up and has a conversation and gossips with the other person on the phone for like.. Three hours???*

M!Y/n: *Hangs up phone* So y'all wanna here something?

*Two hours later*

Alejandro: She did not do that!

Rudy: Callatè! I'm listening.

Ghost: *Quiet but completely invested in the drama*

Soap: Veronica did that?? How??

M!Y/n: *Continues gossiping*

[sevs-corner]

Tf 141: Mafia AU!

Chapter 3: Home Not-So-Sweet Home

{A/N: Link to prev ch + mini epilogue to the ch where it goes into another character's POV in that ch hehe } :

Preface:

So you meet the sons and the soul crashing reality reveal of what you found yourself in the middle of. You thought that getting a job was hard? This circustry of a shit show was on a whole another level, one for which you refuse to involve yourself in adamantly.

Yet that gets swept under the rug as the chores pile on again and this time with a promise of getting your end of the bargain much earlier than you estimated.

But at what cost?

‘At the cost of my life!’ You internally scream, ‘the whole nine yards of it!’

After that bombshell of a reveal, and you losing another a piece of your soul with it— as they (unanimously forced by Nonno) decided to let that sit and stew with you as you got placed into the same room you woke up in.

“Ridiculous!” You cursed yourself, “what are the chances?!”

You wanted to rip your hair out at this point from how skewed your priorities were at the moment.

The minute you agreed, once again, to a damn proposal by the old man-- you got yourself fucked in the ass!

'Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice,'

"Shame on me," you mutter, your pace now slowing down as your distress subsides- thinking of better positives like, how losing a job and being out of it is still way worse! At least they were paying... right?

Oh, for fuck's sake- that money isn't even clean!

Although in times of struggle, you think of which weighs more- your hunger and comfort or your morals....

It was an easy pick, priorities were priorities after all- morals weren't gonna feed you on the street, a job was.

And an opportunity provided you with one!

With its own drawbacks of course, which meant that you were now tied to whatever family mafia this bakery started from. Which makes you question if... Nonno is or was... the big boss, the head muchacho, the el capitano, of the family.

"Cara," a knock sounds at the door, "can you let me in?"

'Speak of the devil...'

"Yeah," you gulped and approached the door, "its your shop, you know?"

The man laughs, as soon as your head peaked through the door to open it for him.

Nonno was quite tall for his age even with his back slightly hunched, but he had no need for a cane-- he still looked as lively as the photo on the pin board, just with salt and pepper colored hairs and it growing out at all of his possible orifices.

He looks like that type of old guy that reads the paper outside of coffee shops that open up in the wee hours of the morning. Kind, lowkey, keeps to himself, offering up a pleasant, "good day!" to whoever passes.

Yet, that gets skewed now with how your perception gets tainted with your previous thoughts of him being... that type of person.

"But your room." He simply counters, slowly entering the room and ending up by sitting by your bed, to which he pats his hand on.

Nodding, you approach him and sat where he signaled you to. Hands on your lap with your back as straight as a trained soldier, it was too easy to notice the uneasiness you were feeling. Which was quite the opposite of the vibe Nonno was exuding at the moment.

"So you want to work here?" Nonno asks, starting it off easy, to which you appreciated and replied in kind.

"I do," and you face him, "if you'd let me."

He smiles this time, gently grabbing your hands with one and patting it with the other.

"You're a good kid." He compliments confidently.

You pout, "that's kinda ironic for what I'm signing up to, isn't?"

He shakes his head, the smile never leaving his face, "so you've heard."

"Nonna said so," you shrugged, "I honestly wouldn't have figured that out if she didn't tell me otherwise."

This time he huffs, as if he couldn't believe his wife did such thing, but you think it might be because of a different reason from how that smile contrasts that far away look in his eyes.

"And you still want to work here?"

He asks after some moments of contemplation and you nod.

"And you're fine with us being affiliated with the mafia?"

You take a pause this time, reading into his wording.

"So," you slowly voiced out your concern, "you and Nonna aren't part of the mafia?"

He pats your cheek, shaking his head.

"Our children are. We just raised them, and naturally," he wistfully reminisces, "we couldn't let them go. 'Family is forever-' a creed that similarly works for them as well."

You took a breath in as you try to ingest the explanation you needed to hear, you wanted to hear more but it looked as if that it was taxing for the man to continue on.

So you gave him space, but he pulled you closer by tugging your hands, silently telling to not leave yet and hear him out more.

"People came and went at this bakery but they never left," he says so softly, his thumbs rubbing your clasped hands, trying to find his own means of comfort- whether you provide it or not.

But you did, and let him.

"and they wouldn't let someone like you left hanging by your own as well."

This time you had to raise at brow at his vague wording.

"But," you try to explain, "I just met them? I'm quite literally a stranger you met not even twenty-four hours ago."

You feel him pull you close, your head under his chin and you don't feel the instinctual urge to pull away at the moment.

"They're soft-hearted kids," you could feel his chest rumble, "they only want to help. We want to help."

You were a bit confounded but nodded anyways, not feeling like denying this right now would end well, so you try... to let it pass.

"You raised that bearded guy right then," you let out a chuckle of your own, "said the same exact thing-- even though it was said through Suds."

He pulls you away for a moment to look at you, asking who the hell is 'Suds' and you explained what happened earlier- making him bellow quite similarly to how Graves was earlier.

You smile at the similarity, now seeing how close these children might be to the old couple.

Maybe the reality you were in wasn't so bad. The five men you've met so far have been decent to you, and haven't quite attempted anything that made you consider them dangerous of the sort.

Maybe you can't take their words and actions as it is at the present, but you knew you could with Nonna and Nonno.

You had your own intuition, a personal vibe check of people you meet and you unconsciously do it with everyone; so you were quite sure that, if you had to work here and had to rely on someone-- they would be your best bet every time.

So you let the moment happen, accepting that if life had led you to this moment, it must be for a reason right? You could only that it was a good one at that.

After clearing up that murky air in your room, you offered Nonno your genuine appreciation.

"Though," you added on after a couple of giggles from the story you told him, "you shouldn't feel forced to help me. I'm happy to work the hours and for the meals you and Nonna have given me so far."

He huffs, standing up from your seated positions on the bed.

"To think that you have the audacity to assume that we're being forced to do anything at our age?"

You kinda had to laugh at that statement, it was quite excessive but truthful all the same.

"Just want to let you know that I'll still help around here if you need me to."

You both share a grin and a nod of agreement, understanding the feelings underneath all the words exchanged.

"Then let's put you to work!"

Nevermind.

You wished you hadn't let that moment happen.

Fate simply likes to toy with you and your existence apparently.

Right when you thought you could be on the same page with someone, they slap you with a dose of reality that your list of chores is unending and it needs to be worked on now.

After your chat with Nonno, he asked you to go and pick-up groceries for him.

In which you find yourself trapped between two men, where you could say that they could quite easily and thoughtlessly break you neck with their biceps and thighs alone.

"A'int no way Nonno would let someone pick up his groceries for 'im."

The man, standing intimidatingly hot in front of you, had a deep frown on his face- arms crossed in a wide legged stance that made it impossible for you to escape at any angle you tried to even attempt to wriggle through.

Especially not with his, stern and cute, buddy that held the same position but with a more stone-cold look on his face.

"Look," you sigh, "I don't know who you are but I'm just running errands for him."

You see them share a look, whispers of 'spanish?' you think that you picked up on but drop it when they turn to you again.

"Hard to believe that he would, pendejo."

You gave him an offended look but grunted, arms shaking from the amount of plastic and paper bags you had in your hands.

You find yourself in quite a predicament, all because you mentioned who the groceries were for when you entered a couple shops around the market district of the city.

The list, in of itself, was quite lengthy and all the more of the things you had to carry.

You only regretted now that you rescinded your acceptance of Ghost's assistance in shopping once he dropped you off here.

Maybe he would've warded off these weirdos with his presence alone, or slap a brand right in front of his jacket stating he was part of the mafia-- whichever way that could be easier and less humuliating than the moment where you're in right now.

Arms struggling to juggle the bags, legs shaky from all the walking you had to do, and just simply overly exhausted from the life you stumbled into not even 48 hours in since you had left your own city.

"What else do you want me to say then?" you grumble, wanting to get over with this so you could just catch the next bus already-- which was coming in quite close with a few minutes to spare.

"Proof," the more clean faced guy answers, hand held out as if you were going to something.

You aren't even able to hand them ANYTHING!

Though you were tired, tired of the conversation, and tired of them hustling you so you nodded, saying that the list Nonno wrote himself is in your jacket pocket.

The more scuffed bearded man nods, letting the other check your pocket and grab the paper hanging out of your pocket.

He opens it up and his eyes widen, offering it to the other guy who you noticed had cursed under his breath.

"Believe me now?" you ask sassily, although a bit out of breath at this point and they nod.

"Apologies chiquit@," the second guy apologies, a more welcoming grin on his face, "can't be too safe around this place, you know?" {A/N: spanish for little one}

"Uhuh..." you agree, eyes narrowing. "Can I leave now, then?"

They both shook their heads, which made your mouth open in complaint until they grabbed all the stuff from you- ruffling your feathers even more.

Like you didn't have enough problems in the world-!

"We're gonna get ya' back to the bakery," the second one explains and you let them, quite relieved that they got the stuff from you but you still had your guard up. "you were gonna catch the bus right? We can just bring you there."

You shook your head at that proposal. You- alone with two strangers that literally was one click away from ending your guts just because you knew someone called Nonno?

"I don't even know you people!" You accused, "If you ask me, don't you look strange for knowing Nonno and asking a stranger if they knew who he was?!"

They both looked at each other before cracking up in laughter, making you toss your hands up in frustration, furiously rubbing at your face as the blood started rushing to your cheeks.

"You really don't know huh?"

The less bearded guy asks, wiping an invisible tear from his eyes ad you nastily remarked back a, "i don't fucking know- so what?!" to which makes him cackle again by throwing his head back.

"I'm Alejandro," the other introduces, finally coming down from his own set of his giggles, but you could still see his chest stutter.

He slaps his other friend on the back, making him sputter but eventually introduce himself as "Rodolfo, my boss' right hand man," and he pats Alejandro on his shoulder, making them both grin.

And you stare.

And stare.

And...stare...

"Oh shit!"

You facepalmed.

This was the guy you were going to ask Nonna about in the photo at the pin board. You couldn't believe this guy existed in the flesh--

"You look so different from your picture!" You pointed at Alejandro who slightly tilts his head in confusion, "the one at the pin board at the kitchen!"

He nods and chortles, "well I was quite young then," realizing what photo you were referring to.

Your shoulders drop at this, that photo looked recent from how colorized and clean it was!

"Ah sorry," you apologized, "for my comment and not realizing you were Nonno's sons."

They waved their hands, a more easy-going pace exuding from them as the tenseness from the air dissipates.

"It's all good," Rodolfo reassures, "we we're just alarmed that Nonno allowed someone asides from himself to get his ingredients."

"We weren't even allowed to do it," Alejandro rolls his eyes, "that uptight viejo." {A/N: spanish for old man}

You nod in understanding... well only a bit because you didn't quite relate to that notion but agreed nonetheless.

"So," Alejandro smirks to you, "let's ride?"

Surprisingly, the ride wasn't even half bad, nor getting to know the two and their own mafia called Los Vaqueros.

The ride was quite long from the traffic so that gave you enough time to explain your situation and what you knew to them. You thought that, if they were Nonna and Nonno's sons anyways, you'll eventually meet them down the line while working at their place. You were bound to meet them one way or another, even though first meetings aren't your best first impressions.

By the time you got back, it was nightfall and the time to close up shop. Which meant, you were also clocked out for the day--

"once I get this all sorted, I swear I'll sleep so soundly tonight."

Your grumble made the two laugh.

Alejandro and Rodolfo stayed to help with sorting all the groceries after having a quick chat with Nonno- who you overheard had scolded them and got a TV remote slapped to the you think.

You could only assume from the buttons you could press on Rodolfo's cheeks really.

Either way, you were quite grateful for their help, even when they offered you a ride back to your co-worker's apartment.

You thanked the old couple profusely, and they could only roll their eyes in response, saying that it was not a problem and just go (even though they were the ones tightening their arms around you.)

"You take care kid." Nonno pats your head and bids you farewell kindly.

"Don't forget to come in early tomorrow!" Nonna reminds and bids you farewell not so kindly because of it.

Poking fun at your expression, the two were just so amused by how quickly both you and their parents had become so attached.

"Still can't believe your co-worker would put you in this damn place chiquit@." Rodolfo comments from the hood of the car, as he leans backwards to eye the rundown building that was in front of you three.

You shrugged, pulling closer your purse to look for the keys he gave you with the note.

Right... you couldn't find the note.

Oh, well- you guessed that you lost it in the rain that night.

"Well I had no choice, need a bed to sleep in and a place to call home y'know?"

They both frown at this but made no moves to stop you as you step into the building and ascend the stairs to the apartment.

"Thanks a lot Alejandro, Rodolfo." You smile, giving a little wave while they do the same.

"Just call us if you need anything!" Alejandro shouts and you grin, giving up a thumbs up before leaving their line of sight.

Leaving them to their thoughts.

"This is too suspicious," Rudy mutters, "smells like something is brewing."

Alejandro nods, "and we need to find out just what, amigo."

"That note," Price lifts said paper up and slides onto the middle of the table, "had the logo of a lamb's horn it."

The three men stand in shock, hands slamming on the table.

"Ya' mean..."

"Its him."

"Any other leads?" Gaz asks, now pacing around the room.

"This is the lead," Price points at the paper, "gave up finding the bastard and he willingly shows up." He mutters to himself, hand stroking his beard in thought.

"Boss," Ghost starts, "we need to interrogate her now."

"Oi," Soap counters, "not so fast sir."

"Why not?" Ghost growls.

"'Cause she's a bystander." Price explains, hands both faced down on the table.

"How are you so sure of that?"

"Ghost watch your tone," Gaz warns but backs down with the raised hand of Price.

"Why don't you test her then?" Price turns to Ghost- a knowing grin on his face, "see if you can squeeze out anything for us, hm?"

Ghost nods while Soap protests, but was silenced by both his superiors.

"I'll leave it to you then."

A/N: And that is ch 3 with more to look forwards to in the epilogue! I kinda imagined Alejandro and Rudy to be the more in-tuned characters with the reader, acting as your close friends of sorts while the story progresses so expect to see you interact with them a lot! Many much extra scenes to discuss on that so the update might take longer for that part <//3 Thank you for reading and giving my work some love hehe

[aethelwyneleigh27]

More Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley and Taskforce Moments With Little Ghost

+ Featuring Los Vaqueros Uncles, Meemaw Laswell (and her wife?), Peepaw Nikolai, Aunty Farah and Uncle Alex

Did I use the same pictures as I did with the last posts? Yes, because these pictures are so Ghostie coded. Also there's like a slight ✨sprinkle✨ of Angst in there, good luck <3

Tag list: @puff0o0 @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui HAS THE BEST FREAKING COMMENTARY AND IS SO SWEET, SHE MAKES ME SOUND LIKE I'M SOME AUTHOR WHO WROTE A FAMOUS BOOK, ILY CONNORSUI <3 (ngl, I go back to read her commentary over and over again because if how nice they make me feel 😭)

Pairings: Ghost x Wife!Reader

This is my personal AU, I don't think anyone has written on little Ghostie before I did. Not to say that there aren't any works on Dad!Ghost and his kids however Ghostie is a character of mine who holds such a special place in my heart, especially after I started writing more about her and how she acts around everyone.

Possible ships: Farah x Alex (Faralex)?? Alejandro x Rudy (Alerudy)?? Price x Nikolai (Nikprice)??

I know Halloween season is over but y'all can't do anything about this, it's been cooking in my brain for a while now. (Some of these are just regular scenarios though) Ghostie is back y'all!!!

❥ Ghostie who simultaneously made her way into convincing the Taskforce to go with her trick or treating, having her little army uniform that was commissioned for her, a bit visible underneath her pink puffy jacket. Yeah I don't think she's going to stop wearing it unless she's outgrown it, in which case, that would just break her big heart :((

�� Simon holding little Ghostie's hand while she toddles, she would NOT go anywhere without either her dad's, her mum's or her uncle Gaz's hand. Having her tiny chubby fingers gripping onto two of her dad's fingers as he guides her up big steps. Catching her when she accidentally slips on the slippery steps.

❥ The rest of the Taskforce being behind her like a bunch of guard dogs, ain't nobody is gonna try and scare her because of the big burly men next to her. Photo was provided by my favorite artist last Halloween, @puff0o0:

❥ Ghostie having the sweetest voice ever, she so polite, so much so that she makes the her dad and uncles chuckle at her. (This is how I imagined her voice to sound like)

"Say trick or treat.." Gaz whispers, coaching her from behind as someone from the house opens the door. Two women in costumes, holding a big candy bowl.

"trwick or trweat.." Little Ghostie mumbles, far too shy and almost hiding behind her uncle.

"What a cute costume you have there, here, take these ones" one of the women said, adding the candy to Ghostie's little basket.

"Thank you!" Ghostie exclaims, making the two girls awe at her politeness and eagerness.

❥ Yeah Ghostie definitely pronounces Halloween as "Ha-Hoween".

❥ I can't help but think that they came across that one house with a sign that said "leave your single dad's number if he's attractive" and as a joke, uncle Gaz threw in a piece of paper with peepaw Price's number on it, only to have peepaw Nikolai fish it out of the candy bowl when he thought no one could see him.. but Ghostie did.

Not Halloween related:

❥ Safe to say that when uncle Gaz doesn't like someone, neither does Ghostie, if you all can recall that cutscene from mw3, Gaz did NOT even bother to acknowledge Philip's existence. That being said, Ghostie gives the nastiest side-eyes to him the moment he even opens his mouth. (Yeah she got from her dad)

❥ Ghostie absolutely loves getting head pats and giving them, to her, it's one of the best forms of praise. Anyone gives her head pats gets to witness her absolutely adorable reaction, the way her eyes light up, those little lips curling into a smile causing her chubby cheeks to be prominent and her eyes squinting. Mostly loves doing it to uncle Soap, because the mohawk is fluffy.

❥ Maybe at some point, when Philip decides to behave then he can earn the head pats from Ghostie.

❥ Meals with the Taskforce and Ghostie are a certified hit, she has quite the appetite and she shows it. Simon takes it upon himself to always does what his wife does at home when he's out with Ghostie, bringing her silicone bib and baby utensils. (Even the bulky ass highchair attachment that he keeps in that back of his car/truck)

"More please..." Ghostie says, making grabby hands, in the middle of chewing after observing that her plate is yet again empty.

Price chuckles, looking at Simon who was now careful about the amount of food to add on Ghostie's plate because the toddler is on her third round of food.

❥ Ghostie enjoys clapping her hands and anything as well, especially after eating and being satisfied.

❥ Ghostie is into tea, her dad got her hooked on it.

"Aye, what about you Ghostie? What'd you like?" Soap asks the little one who's currently keeping herself busy with her custom coloring book.

"Tea!" She says, looking up for a bit to Soap before focusing back on her coloring.

"You heard her Johnny, make that two.." Simon says with a pretty firm pat on the back for Soap.

"Fuckin' Brits..."

❥ Auntie Farah and uncle Alex are the babysitters when uncle Gaz, uncle Soap and peepaw Price ain't around. Farah loves that kid to death, if she was being honest, she saw a lot of resemblance between Simon and Ghostie. Of course there are looks were, she's basically a carbon copy of him but also mannerisms;

❥ Ghostie who copies her dad, being adamant about being cleanly and tidy, oftentimes catching people surprised that she tidies up after herself immediately after playing before moving onto another set of toys, coloring books and coloring materials. She notices and mirrors how Simon is consistent in keeping things tidy and out the way.

❥ Whenever Ghostie is at home with her momma (you) and Simon had to run errands, she always wakes up first, seeing how her dad gets up early too.

Ghostie rises up with a soft yawn, rubbing her tiny eyes with her hands, she looked around at the still dimly lit room. She turned her head from side to side looking for her dad.

She was met by him standing and dressing himself up in a black hoodie to go out and buy something. She gives him that cheek to cheek smile before leaning her cheek and closing her eyes, mandatory kiss from dad before he left.

"Alright pumpkin, dada's leaving now. I'll be back later, be good and don't give momma a hard time.." Simon reminded her after giving her cheek a kiss.

"Okay dada- promise.." Ghostie yawns mid sentence.

❥ Ghostie who, ever since she way younger, loved to cup her dad's face and nuzzle her nose into his. A tradition that Simon doesn't know if he's ready to see it go when she grows up. Neither is he ready for her to start correcting the words she's been pronouncing wrong;

❥ Dad!Simon whose heart broke once he realizes that the "I love you"s will slowly start to be less and less when she becomes a teen, he's silently wishing to himself that it won't be reduced to not being said at all. You had to reassure him that it won't happen, not when Ghostie's the sweetest little girl anyone could ask for and Simon is the best dad anyone could as for.

❥ Uncle Alejandro and uncle Rudy being the seasoned uncles who happened to be absolutely adored by Ghostie, not as much as uncle Gaz but let's be real here, no one is on uncle Gaz's level.

❥ Uncle Alejandro and uncle Soap having bets and arguments on who gets to reach their language to Ghostie while she just sits there on uncle Rudy's lap, sipping on her apple juice, quite entertained.

❥ YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT RUDY ISN'T RESPONSIBLE FOR GETTING HER TO SLEEP OR NAP, that man is a walking heater. I can just see him standing there while holding her in his arms while she's trying her hardest not to fall asleep, yawning "Uncle Rudy.." before immediately snoring, snuggling her face into his soft blue hoodie shirt. (@icarustypicalfall is living for this, I just know it)

❥ Alejandro who gets smacked in the back of the head by (his husband) Rudy for being too loud and almost waking Ghostie up. (Alerudy when? This is a joke to y'all Alerudy haters, I like the ship, it's cute. Not sure if it's canon here in my AU, up to you guys to decide)

❥ Laswell and her wife absolutely fucking adore Ghostie, shit she makes them want to have kids, she has almost the same effect on almost everyone. Silently making her uncle Gaz wish that he isn't single.

❥ Let's be real here, peepaw Nikolai was the one who Ghostie jammed with while listening to heavy metal. He also got her this mini leather jacket that matched his, with her nationality country/countries flag/s embroidered patch on the side. I can just imagine her little head bangs that peepaw nik taught her 🥺😭.

❥ Also Ghostie has access to almost everyone's prized stuff, uncle Gaz's and peepaw Price's hats, uncle Soap's medals and even peepaw Nik's jacket which looks like she's swimming in it when she's wearing it.

❥ This pic is so Dad!Simon and Ghostie coded:

❥ Something tells me that Simon would send you this pic and you'd probably have a heart attack, your husband isn't the best driver after all but you trust him since he won't put your daughter in imminent danger.

❥ I think most of the time, Ghostie is in her uncle Gaz's arms and/or lap while he sits on the passenger seat, doesn't really matter who's driving.

My past works on Ghostie, in case you haven't seen the posts before this one on my most favorite mini Ghost:

Little Ghost (Drabble)

TF141 Interacting with Little Ghost Hcs

This was far longer than I expected, I just love Ghostie so much and I just have a lot to say regarding her.

A/n: This is now an official taglist for most of my generic CoD works, none of these people asked to be tagged on my mediocre content and I understand that, if y'all wanna be removed from the taglist then y'all could tell me privately or on the replies if you guys prefer it :))

Sidenote: Is it normal to be so excited over something you bought? I literally bought my first ever concealer today, a mascara that I've been looking for and lip oil. I was so excited that I squealed when I got home and immediately used them. Any makeup tips that you guys have? Sort of a beginner at this stuff.. Also does anyone whose had viral posts ever feel like their popular strike is over because none of their works get as much attention? Looking at all my recent posts and hyperventilating because the numbers are lower by so much.