#coronel alejandro vargas

[lazybutsmexy]

Infused

Alejandro Vargas x f!reader (Avispa)

Masterlist Prologue Ch.1

Chapter 2: Mate amargo: Indiference

Warnings: none

A/N: another update so soon?! Don't get used to that.

Sargento Mayor Rodolfo Parra watched pensively at Alejandro as he recounted his meeting with Avispa. The Colonel was incensed, gesturing wildly with his hands as he paced around the barrack they shared when they had no time to go home and rest.

Alejandro had very strong opinions about the woman, although he kept himself from calling her vile names. Even in his fury, he had his limits. Besides, his catholic mother would never forgive him for talking ill of a woman, no matter how frustrating she was.

Rodolfo noted that and kept it at the back of his head, while he listened to his childhood friend turned superior vent about Avispa. He kept quiet for most of the interaction, besides humming and assenting to show Alejandro he was paying attention as he unfastened his boots.

Alejandro had a lot to say, even after they were both laying down on their cots, looking at the ceiling. Whenever Rodolfo thought he was done, Alejandro would break the silence with another remark.

“As if I'd let a fucking killer for hire use the Fuerzas Especiales as a crutch to complete her assassination job,” Alejandro grumbled mostly to himself, but loud enough for Rodolfo to hear.

“So, you wouldn't even consider it?” Rodolfo sighed, the only sentence he uttered since they entered the barrack.

Alejandro sat up on his cot, glaring at his friend in disbelief, “would you, pendejo?!”

Rodolfo simply snorted a laugh, having expected that reaction from him. “It wouldn't be the first time we've worked with PMC’s or contractors from other countries. It's kind of part of the job, Ale.” He stretched over his cot, groaning softly as he relaxed. “You mentioned she had a Southern Latin American accent, didn’t you? She’s probably a part of that group…” He trailed off, remembering an old report on the Amazonas.

“It's not the same thing, those collaborations were approved by legal organizations, like the CIA,” Alejandro sighed, rolling his eyes, “she's not. What if she makes shit hit the fan, eh? Who could we report that to?”

“I hear you on that, hermano,” Rodolfo sighed, turning to his side to look at Alejandro sleepily, “on the fact that no legal responsibility will tie her or restrain her actions. However, since she’s trying to collaborate with us, it means she also won't have anyone come help her if shit hits the fan. If she fucks up, we could just drop her to the wolves, pretend we never worked together, and fix it.”

Alejandro stared at his friend, his frown softening just a fraction as his words echoed in his head. He watched Rudy yawn and fix a blanket over himself, and laid himself back down. He stared at the ceiling in silence, reflecting on his options.

Rodolfo was right. Los Vaqueros were the only insurance that Avispa would even survive squaring up to el Sin Nombre, and they could deny her support if he so wanted it. He spent another half an hour weighing on the pros and cons of allowing her in their circle, and the thought of having the choice of backing out made him think more about the positive outcome it could bring.

“... Maybe.” He spoke in the quietness, Rodolfo’s soft snores the only reply he got.

Bar Marcela was once again the chosen venue for the meeting, but this time Alejandro got there first. He had sent Ricardo a coded message to set up another meeting with Avispa, and now he only had to wait. He nibbled on his nachos without hurry, making sure he tasted them thoroughly to compensate for the last time. He could practically feel Marcela’s eyes on him, even though she was in the backroom at the moment.

Avispa met his eyes the moment she walked in, and her quiet steps led her straight to his table. She sat down wearing a knowing smile on her face, and it ticked Alejandro to see it.

“I knew you would reconsider it, Coronel,” was her greeting, helping herself to one of his nachos. She ate it and hummed at the taste, while Alejandro’s glare was fixed on her. “What are your conditions?”

“You turn in every information you gather to us, no matter how small it may be, before you act out on it,” he began, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll facilitate a quarter at my base so you can lay down and lick your wounds if needed, but I won’t insure your safety out of it.”

Avispa watched him thoughtfully. Of course, she always knew she wouldn’t depend on him or the Special Forces to keep her safe from the cartel. There was no way in hell a legal, government-backed military would publicly endorse her.

However, she was a big girl, and this wasn’t su primer jineteada. She was confident she could take care of herself.

“Muy bien,” Avispa agreed with a small grin, offering him her hand to shake it off.

Alejandro didn’t take it. Instead, he stood from his seat, staring down at her as he handed her a scribbled piece of paper. “Go to this address tomorrow, be ready to move into my base.”

He wasn’t particularly happy to take her in, and his face showed it. Despite this, he had preemptively chosen a private room in a corner of the barracks. Long ago, it was used by drill sergeants to watch over the recruits. But after the transformation into the base of operations of the Special Forces, it had been modified to house soldiers with disciplinary issues, and hidden cameras had been installed. It would be perfect to keep an eye on her movements in and out of the barracks. Of course, that information wouldn't be passed down to her.

At 0900 hours sharp, Avispa walked into the Vaqueros’ base of operations. Her eyes darted around as a guard led her to the women's barracks, partially to create a mental map of the installations, but also to admire the sheer size of them.

She could spot a few soldiers looking at her through the windows and she wondered how many others were not in her line of sight. She knew it was a tactical decision, to make her know she would be constantly under surveillance. That thought followed her as she entered her private quarters.

Her eyes studied her provisional accommodation, moreso trying to locate hidden cameras than checking out the bland bedding and the too-small window that looked out into the internal patio. Resigned to not being able to pinpoint the surveillance, she put down her duffel bag on the bed and opened it, pulling out a change of clothes and a smaller backpack.

As she's about to take her t-shirt off, she looked over her back, raising an eyebrow at the guard whose eyes were still fixed on her. “...May a señorita have some privacy?” She questioned, her voice almost sickly sweet.

The guard stared at her for just a moment longer before stepping back, although Avispa predicted he would only be one or two feet away from the door. She rolled her eyes, changing into a pair of jeans and a breezy top.

It was only moments later that Alejandro walked in, knocking twice on the door frame to announce himself. “How's your suite, princesa?” He greeted her in a teasing tone.

“Like a dream, Coronel,” Avispa matched his tone, flipping down on the cot and taking her tablet, scrolling through it, “good job hiding the cameras, I couldn't find them.”

Alejandro snorted, a sneer stretching his lips. Of course she would be smarter than to assume he wouldn't have an eye on her at all times. “Breakfast is at 0630, lunch is at 1400, dinner at 2100.”

She nodded at the information, glancing at her watch before sitting up and tilting her head a little. “I suppose I can get hot water at the kitchen any time of the day, right?”

Alejandro blinked at her and nodded slowly, slightly intrigued at her reason to require it. “Fancy a coffee, then?”

Avispa grinned and shook her head, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed and sliding her chanclas on, before pulling out a thermos from her duffel bag. “No, mate.”

The bitter taste of the yerba was thoroughly enjoyed as she slipped on the metallic straw. It had been a few days since she had been able to lower her guard enough to give herself time to enjoy a good mate. The beverage woke her up more effectively than a cup of coffee, and she took her sweet time browsing through her tablet as she drank it.

She scribbled down some words on a notepad, and later laid down on the cot, staring at the ceiling. That's all they could see in the footage. They saw no signs of her trying to install boobytraps, or hiding weapons, or anything else. Just a woman by herself, watching the time pass.

It all changed about an hour before dinner, when she took her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She followed her mental map of the base expertly, tracing her steps back to the entrance and walking out, not a word heard from her lips to the guards who questioned her where she was going, or when she would return.

A/N: the worst crime commited by the COD fandom was to forget how unhinged Rudy can be.

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[panther-os]

beating my head against the walls in Latine

here's eight things that atp will have me immediately closing out of any fic, AleRudy edition:

1.

❌ "the los vaqueros"

ah yes the famed and feared las almas battalion of Mexican special forces. the the cowboys

✅ "los vaqueros"

✅ "the vaqueros"

2.

❌ "the los vaqueros base"

✅ "los vaqueros' base"

✅ "the vaqueros' base"

3.

❌ "corporal alejandro vargas and sergeant rodolfo parra/major rodolfo parra"

look, fuck the military as an institution and also fuck the devs for using American rank structure for members of the Mexican army but

it takes roughly 2 years in the army to advance to Corporal. the equivalent in the Mexican army is Cabo, and Google will not give me the requirements for it no matter how I ask

it takes 3-6 years to advance to Sergeant. From what I can tell, the Mexican equivalent is also Cabo (where Sargento Segundo is closer to Staff Sergeant)

it takes 10-12 years to advance to Major, the equivalent is Mayor (not the English word mayor like of a city, don't be like those white people)

it takes 22-24 years, a bachelor's degree, and officer school to become a Colonel and it takes 18-20 years and a whole mess of leadership courses nearly equivalent to a degree to become a Sergeant Major

put some goddamn respect on their names

✅ Colonel Alejandro Vargas and Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra

✅ Coronel Alejandro Vargas and Sargento Primero Rodolfo Parra

4.

❌ Fuerza Especiales

❌ Fuerzas Especiale

this is just not understanding Spanish grammar

✅ Fuerzas Especiales ("Special Forces")

❎ Fuerza Especial ("special force")

5.

❌ Sin Nombre ("without name")

Alejandro literally corrects Soap on this one in the game

✅ El Sin Nombre ("The Nameless")

6.

❌ "Alejandro Vargas, leader of Mexican Special Forces"

the leader of Mexican Special Forces is the Secretaría de la Defensa Nacional - the Secretary of Defense - and Fuerzas Especiales is composed of three brigades, 74 independent battalions (like Los Vaqueros), 36 amphibious special operations groups. Colonels command single brigades at most.

Alejandro is capable of leading Mexican Special Forces, but it would require him to retire from the field and get more of a desk job, with far more politics than I think he'd have patience for

✅ "Alejandro Vargas, leader of Los Vaqueros - a battalion of Fuerzas Especiales stationed in Las Almas"

7.

❎ "our ancestors, the Aztecs"

look, indigenous identity is weird sometimes and I don't know enough specifics about the culture around it in Mexico to have a solid opinion, but I'm also very fucking tired of people thinking the only indigenous groups in Mexico are the Nahua (Aztecs) and Maya. if they're on the Texas border and their families have always lived there, their heritage is most likely seven different Apache nations/language groups in a trench coat with some Spanish conquistador on the side. they're most likely not related to any famous indigenous chiefs or other figures, but it's very possible they can trace their Spanish ancestry back directly to nobility

for example, I am related to absolutely none well-known Tsalagi or Kwikipa people as far as I'm aware, but I am a direct descendant of the brother of King Ferdinand the Catholic, which also means I'm a direct descendant of the guy who started the Inquisition (and now I'm Jewish (and pro-Palestine for those who want to know) so take that, colonizer)

also while Bayardo is Mexicano, Alain is Cubano, please be respectful when talking about the actors or when in their instagram lives and just. don't make assumptions y'all

8.

❎ "Los Vaqueros" is a nickname from the people of Las Almas, the battalion's actual name that is on all the paperwork and dog tags is more likely numerical or describing their role/location - like "11th Battalion" or "The Borderline Battalion" or something like that. maybe even both, like "The 11th Border Battalion"

[blessthegulag]

I Hate You

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your car suffers an accident, and you end up with no signal in the Mexican wilderness.

Warnings: Reader speaks Spanish (but is not necessarily a native speaker), Alejandro and reader hate each other, spanglish, unprotected sex, p in v, car sex, hinting at possible feelings (blink and you miss it), Alejandro and reader are very mean to each other, reader is purposefully annoying, not proofread!!

Words: 3.0k

Notes: I’ve been feral lately, so here is an Alejandro fic (I need to be locked and muzzled up). Lots of Spanglish (because I’m a Spanish queen) and possible grammatical errors bc English is not my first language. Maybe I’ll do a part 2 down the line bc this can’t end like this?

Also, the fic is heavily influenced by @XCaliper’s c.ai Alejandro Vargas chat.

Part 1 Part 2

The humming of the car filled the silence between Alejandro and you. The road was empty, dark due to the moonless night. The gentle hum of the AC refreshed your beat up face after a long mission, one that was assigned to both Coronel Vargas and you.

As always, every dreaded time that you had to work with him, it ended bad for you two.  You didn’t understand each other, your ways differed to be considered healthy. 

Still, somehow, you complimented each other perfectly when it came to work. Amidst the clash of personalities, you two found that there was no better pairing, as much as you hated it.

Today was one of those days where, apart from a successful mission, you ended up yelling at each other. That moment of peace in the car was nothing but a truce until you two reached the base. 

A slight disturbance, and hell would set loose. 

And that’s what happened. 

A pronghorn came out of nowhere, jumping into the road. 

One second, and the car spun out of control. The tires screeched, Alejandro tried maneuvering, but to no avail. 

You hit some cactuses, impromptu halting in a ditch. 

You tried breathing in, but the airbag had punched you straight in your chest. You swallowed, confused, your ears ringing from the impact. Smoke was coming out of the hood, the engine hummed one last time before finally turning off, letting in the distant sounds of the Mexican countryside. 

You stepped out of the car, coughing. The gasses on the airbag were strong, and they had already attacked your lungs before you could realize. 

Alejandro appeared from the other side of the car, more composed than you. He still was shaken, confused, but in a better position than you. 

“Pinche venado cabrón,” he spat, the rage in his voice contained by the last thread on sanity in him. “Mira lo que le hizo al carro, pinche suerte de la verga!”

Stupid fucking pronghorn! Look at what it did to the car, damn luck we have!

You looked at him, your demeanor as calm as possible, so as to not anger him further. You took in some air, your hands on your waist, thinking of what the hell would you do now.

“I’m going to call base,” you said, taking out your phone, giving him your back.

“There’s no signal here,” he said in a scolding tone. “I already tried.”

You sighed in frustration. “I’ll try either way.”

Alejandro groaned behind you, his voice merely a frustrated whisper. “Nunca hace caso… pinche terca.”

She never listens… stubborn bitch.

You took your phone, trying to contact the base. Of course, just like Alejandro said, there was no signal. You sighed, tilting your head back. 

“Maybe we could try to get to the nearest town, try to contact the base that way. Not reaching out will alarm them, it's in our best interest to try and do something…”

“It’s not worth it,” he said. “There’s wild dogs, and with Las Almas out there…”

“It’s worth a try. How else are they going to find us?”

The muscles in his jaw tensed at the question, his body fixed in place

“They are waiting for us,” he replied calmly, his voice strained, like he was restraining himself from yelling at you. “In the morning they'll go looking for us.”

“I’m not comfortable accepting defeat like this,” you said, trying to make your tone as confident as possible. “Why don’t…”

“No puedes quedarte callada un segundo, eh?” he spat, his tone harsh, frustrated. “Todo el condenado día hablando…”

You can’t shut up for a second, can you? All the damned day talking…

“I’m just trying to help here, Alejandro,” you replied, already ignited. “Always acting like everything I say is stupid.”

He groaned at the mention of his name passing through your lips, placing his hands on his hips. “Because you are all talk, but you never fucking listen.”

The way he yelled at you almost made you retreat in defeat. He looked angry, annoyed at your every move. It made you boil in anger. 

“Que nunca escucho?” you said in Spanish, scoffing at him. “I do everything you say, Alejandro. Always. You act like you have more power over me than my own superiors. In here, you are nothing but my partner, okay?”

That I never listen?

“In here,” he said, getting close up to your face. “You do as I say, ¿me escuchas? This is Mexico, hermana. No estamos en Colorado, aquí un pie en el fango, and you’re dead.”

You do as I say, you hear me? This is Mexico, sister. We’re not in Colorado, here, you step foot in the mud, and you’re dead.

You pressed your jaw shut, holding eye contact with Alejandro. He looked as bothered as you, stopping the urge of punching you in the face full force. “Don’t act like I’m clueless, Alejandro. You take every chance you get to disrespect me, and I won’t accept any of that shit.”

He was silent for a second, eyes burning in anger and a surprised smirk in his face. “You think it’s bullshit that I’m on your ass about everything? Princesa, you don’t listen, everything is always a damn argument, and act like your fuck ups are everyone else’s fault. I’m not on your ass, I’m here to fix your stupid mistakes!”

You nodded at the floor, disregarding everything he said. Then, out of nowhere, you went up to the car, and took your assault rifle. You checked for bullets, made sure that the flashlight worked. 

When you were ready, you started walking away from the car. 

You felt Alejandro’s stare on you, the second it took for him to understand what was going on giving you more time to walk away. 

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He said, starting to follow you.

“Somewhere where you’re not getting on my nerves.”

His footsteps were heavy and loud, his anger seeping into the ground like poison. 

“You think it’s easy for me to put up with you?” He snapped in response, more in defeat than in anger. 

“You think it’s easy to put up with you, too?” you barked, too composed for what you were feeling at that moment. “Deja de mandarme por un rato, por Dios.”

Leave me alone for a second, for God’s sake.

Those words of yours came out like a whisper, like a rhetorical plea to yourself. It was nothing but a complaint, one that you felt deep in your bones. 

Alejandro brought out the worst from you, turned you into a monster. 

“Stop!” He shouted. “This is ridiculous. Get back in the car!”

You stopped dead in your tracks, almost clashing against Alejandro. “I’m not getting in the fucking car, not with you.”

He reached out and grabbed your arm, his face seeping annoyance through every pore. “Get in the car. Now.”

You shook his hand away, narrowing your eyes. “Don’t fucking grab me like that.”

He sighed in defeat, looking at you in disappointment. “Stop being so difficult.”

You swallowed thick, looking him in the eyes. "I'm not being difficult. You are."

He stepped closer, getting in your space. “You’re infuriating.”

“I hate you,” you spat, empathizing every word, your eyes focused on him. 

Alejandro pressed his jaw shut, his eyes scanning you whole. He had never been disrespected like that, much less by a teammate; by a subordinate. 

It left him speechless. 

There was a pause, where neither of you faltered. Gaze on each other, a showcase of pride. The air between you was heavy, asphyxiating. 

You could feel the frustration radiating off him, your anger trampled by the sour sensation of heat. Your chest heaved slightly, your breath on his. 

Then, his eyes flickered to your lips for a split second, then back to your eyes. 

Before you could react, his hand shot out, cupping the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His lips clashed on yours, demanding, dominant. His body pressed against yours, making a rush of heat curse through your insides. He was kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe, grabbing you in a way that made you feel weak at the knees. 

You were animals, tasting each other's mouths in desperation, feeling the softness of each other, that same sensation fueling the need to get closer. A low groan escaped his throat, vibrating through your body. 

Alejandro's kiss was bruising, relentless, as if he was pouring all his frustration and desire into it. The tension that had been simmering between you for so long erupted in this kiss, and there was no holding back. You nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a growl from deep within his chest, and his grip on you tightened.

The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of anger and need that made your head spin. You felt his breath hitch as your hands went to rest on the sides of his neck, your thumbs reaching over to his jaw. 

For a moment, you felt as if you were caught in a storm. Alejandro’s kiss was raw, intense, full of hatred. 

It made you want to kiss him again. 

“Sube al carro,” he whispered against your lips. 

Step in the car.

You pulled back slightly, your eyes locked onto his. The command in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and despite the chaos of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a thrill at his dominance. You nodded, unable to form words, your mind still reeling from the kiss.

Alejandro's eyes bore into yours, the anger and desire still blazing. He let go of you just enough to allow you to move, and you stumbled slightly as you turned towards the car. Your heart was pounding, your lips still tingling from the intensity of his kiss.

The moment you were both inside the back of the car, he was on you again, his hands pulling you towards him. He pulled you on his lap, his hands starting to undo your tactical vest, leaving you only with your shirt. 

His mouth moved to your neck, giving soft, hot kisses that had you moaning his name, running your fingers through his hair. He smelled of cologne, his natural scent battling for dominance, sending your whole body into overload. It had you grinding on him, whimpering, desperate to have him in the most intimate way possible. 

The car soon heated up, the leather of the seats becoming a sticky trap. Gasping for air, you took Alejandro’s tactical vest off, your hands feeling up his torso, the nylon of his long sleeved jacket rough against your calloused hands, making you want to take it off of him then and there. 

Alejandro placed his hands on your waist, tugging on your shirt, dragging it up your torso. It felt like an eternity, giving you goosebumps all over your body. You breathed in, trying to find his gaze. Instead, he was looking at your semi-nude torso in awe, the muscles in his jaw tensing, hands caressing the sides of your body. His touch was like fire, leaving a trace of tingly skin there where he touched, leaving you begging for more. 

You placed your hands on his chest, grinding on him, practically riding him with clothes on. He moaned, guiding your hips through his lap, the friction maddening, sweet torture that was leaving you more frustrated than before. 

His eyes finally met yours, dark, intense. He looked hungry, lost in the moment. You leaned in, capturing his lips like a feral animal, the heat burning you from the inside. In the midst of it, you felt his hands on your back, trailing to your bra. Before you could even react, he already had it in his hand, throwing it somewhere in the car. 

With a growl, Alejandro broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin. Your head fell back, a moan escaping your lips as his mouth found one of your breasts. Feeling him like that made you melt, the car supporting your body the only thing keeping you from losing your mind. 

His tongue flicked over your nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. He nipped at your skin, just enough to send shivers down your spine, the sensation maddening, a mix of pleasure and pain that left you craving for more. 

Then, in a swift motion, he moved you to the side, leaving you longing for his attention, mewling at the lack of contact. Alejandro found his way to your cargo pants, undoing the belt, ripping it from your body. You helped him get rid of your boots, and soon your pants flew to the front of the car. You took off his jacket, the bare skin of his torso illuminated by the little light that the stars managed to give.

Before he could get on top of you, you pressed a hand on his chest, hopping on top of him. There, you found his mouth desperately, hungry for more of him. You unzipped his pants, sliding one of your hands inside of them. Alejandro gasped, his lips on yours, giving small pecks as you explored, wrapping your hand around his cock.  

He groaned, the sound vibrating against your lips as you stroked him, your movements slow and deliberate. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension coiled tight within him. His hands gripped your hips, urging you to move closer, to give him more.

You obliged, positioning yourself over him. He grabbed your thong out of the way, letting you guide his cock to your entrance. You could see the desire in his eyes, the impatience. Slowly, you lowered yourself on him, getting filled inch by inch. You saw Alejandro moan, grab your hips, helping you into his cock. Once your soaking pussy had taken him whole, you looked at him, your mouth agape, lost, deaf, the pleasure overtaking your soul.  

His hands roamed over your body, squeezing your breasts, running down your back, gripping your ass as he thrusted into you. You trembled on top of him, his thickness making you feel whole, like your life’s purpose was to get fucked like that. 

You began to move, rocking your hips against him, finding a rhythm that had you both gasping for air. Alejandro’s eyes never left yours, in awe of your moves, of the indecent sounds of your body slapping against his. His skin burned, the windows were foggy, the air hot, smelling of raw, animalistic sex. 

Every movement sent waves of pleasure through you, amplified by the hand that had slipped down to your clit, pleasuring yourself with urgency. Your breaths came in short, sharp bursts, all landing on Alejandro’s ear. His hands tightened on your ass, guiding you into his cock, each time rougher, harder. The friction, the heat, the sensation of him deep inside you, tearing you apart in the most addicting way possible was overwhelming, maddening. 

"Más fuerte," he groaned, his voice rough, primal. "No pares."

Harder. Don’t stop.

You increased your pace, your hips moving in desperate urgency, looking to break him, to leave him begging for you. From below, he started thrusting into you, meeting your movements with his own. The car seemed to close around you, making you focus on each thrust, each moan, the way in which the car shaked. 

You rode him with abandon, your body moving instinctively, lost in the rhythm, the heat, the pleasure. Your fingers were working on your clit, sending shockwaves through your body, making you moan, begging him not to stop. 

He was filling you perfectly, using you like his own personal slut, thrusting in like an animal, your free hand the only thing keeping you where you were. 

Soon, Alejandro's moans became background noise, a distant reminder of what was happening. Your body reacted before you did, squeezing his cock, spiking your heart rate through the roof. You mewled his name, lost. His thrusts became softer, longer, making you cry out. You pressed your face on the crook of his neck, moaning desperately, riding out your orgasm as best as you could. 

The waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling uncontrollably. Alejandro's hands tightened on your hips, his own climax imminent. He groaned deeply, your pussy still milking him, driving him insane.

You became undone on top of him, your only purpose to pleasure him, to get used to the best of your abilities. 

Alejandro took it very seriously, his hands bruising your hips, thrusting into you relentlessly, whimpering as his orgasm approached. He found your gaze, grabbing the back of your neck, groaning, drilling into you like an animal. 

His moans came out sharp, irregular. His cock twitched inside of you, the heat of his orgasm making you grab onto him, focus on his eyes as he cummed deep inside you. 

Time stopped for a while. He was gasping for air, his eyes lost in yours, making out what had just happened. One of your hands found his chest, still beating hard, where you stabilized yourself, looking at him in the same way, clueless, in between surprised and ashamed. 

Alejandro pulled you closer, bringing  you back to reality, distracting you from your own thoughts. His hands rested on your waist, locking you in place. Your face pointed to the door, where you could almost make out the shape of what was behind the fog on the window. 

Sweat dripped from both of you, your bodies tangled, still connected. His body radiated heat off to you, his chest moving up and down against yours, his heart beating at a normal pace. 

You two were sticky, exhausted.

Silence filled the car, the cold of the night seeping in, sending shivers down your spine. 

Then, clarity set in. You realized what you had just done. 

With whom. 

It made you want to run away. But for the first time since you two met, he looked calm, non-threatening. A tamed beast. 

That, though, still didn’t take away from the disgust you felt for yourself. It didn’t excuse how much you had fucked up.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you whispered. 

He squeezed your hip, kissing your shoulder, knowing it was the last time you would accept that sort of affection from him. 

“Lo sé.”

I know.

[ragingbookdragon]

Rudy pulled Alejandro aside before the team was about to depart. “Colonel, we need to talk.”

“Can it wait?” he asked.

“Alejandro,” Rudy said, voice lowering seriously. “I can’t get your wife to answer any texts.”

The Colonel’s eyes widened, and he started patting his own pockets for his cellphone, but he cursed himself, remembering he’d left it in the jeep before Graves had betrayed them. He strode to the table. “We have to put the plan on hold.”

The group looked at him, their expressions confused; Price stepped forward. “Why? What’s the matter?”

“My wife,” he replied. “Rudy cannot get her to answer. Something is wrong.”

“Perhaps she’s busy?” Soap offered.

“No,” Rudy said, shaking his head. “I’ve texted her over the span of the last few hours. Nothing.”

Price let out a sigh, looking to Ghost. “You?”

Ghost nodded. “I’ve met his wife. She’s needed here to run things smoothly. Losing her wouldn’t be wise.”

“Alright. All of you, pack up, move out.” He looked at Alejandro. “Where is she?”

“Home,” he replied, fear ebbing into his stomach. “She is home…alone.”

***

She opened the door to her home, gazing curiously at the armed guards outside in the dark. “Can I help you?”

“Missus Vargas?” one said. “You need to come with us. There’s been trouble at the base where your husband works.”

“Oh, God, what’s happened? Is my husband okay?” she worried, turning to grab her purse and jacket; she bent over, putting on her shoes.

“We’re not entirely sure, ma’am, but he told us to come collect you and bring you to safety.”

She started to open the door further when it suddenly hit her and she slowed to a halt, looking at them. “What’s the code-word?”

The two soldiers froze, sharing a quick glance between them. “Beg pardon?” one excused.

“The code-word,” she repeated, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “My husband and I have a code-word. He would’ve shared it with you if he told you to come for me.”

“Mrs. Vargas,” the other sighed. “Please, time is of the essence.” He reached for her and she slapped his hand.

She stood there, staring at them. “My husband didn’t send you.”

“This doesn’t have to get ugly.”

“It will if you cross the threshold of my house. I would advise you to retreat before you make a mistake you can’t undo.”

The one soldier reached for his gun. “You have one last chance to come quietly.”

Her jaw clenched and she inhaled deeply. “Elegiste a la esposa del coronel equivocado.”

***

Alejandro was on the edge of his seat, hoping to not see fire in the distance as they came up over the hill before his home. What he hadn’t expected to see was one of the Shadow’s jeeps abandoned, and his wife sitting on the front step of their house, a haggard look on her face.

“Detén!” he yelled, and Gaz hit the brakes; they climbed out and Alejandro ran up to her. “Mi alma!” he froze, eyes wide in shock at the sight of slick crimson covering her face and body. “Qué te pasó?” he breathed, the fear in his stomach turning to straight ice.

She lazily looked up at him, pulling the cigarette from her mouth, puffing the smoke from her lungs; her free hand held up the whiskey bottle. “Drink?”

Alejandro bent down, feeling along her body. “Dónde estás herido?”

She tried to shrug off his hands. “I’m fine.”

“Dónde estás sangrando?”

“I’m not wounded.”

“Lo siento, debería haber estado aquí para protegerte. Lo sien—”

“Alejandro!” she yelled, and he fell silent, watching as she stared him down, put the butt of the cigarette in her mouth and warned, “It’s not my blood.”

His brows pinched in confusion. “Who’s bl—”

Ghost emerged from the house. Alejandro’s eyes zeroed in on the item he was holding, shock dripping from him like each droplet of scarlet that came from the metal baseball bat. “I think the Missus maintained a very good home defense.” He looked at Alejandro. “You might want to have professionals clean the brains out of the carpets.”

She stood up from the step, one hand holding the whiskey bottle, the other throwing the cigarette out to stomp its life out; she yanked the baseball bat out of Ghost’s hand and turned around, walking down the steps. “Take me to the bastard who brought enemies to my house. Tengo un regalo que me gustaría devolverle.”

She stood at the jeep door and Price asked, “What’s that?”

Tossing something his way, she muttered, “The nametags from their uniforms.”

“Where are their dog-tags?” Soap asked, and she gave him a dead-eyed stare.

“Los empujé por sus gargantas antes de golpearlos hasta la muerte.” She didn’t say anymore, climbing into the jeep.

Alejandro walked over to them, sparing a glance back to the house. “I…should call someone to clean this up.” he took Rudy’s phone and dialed a number, talking quietly to someone.

Soap looked at Rudy. “What did Missus Vargas say when I asked about their dog tags?”

Rudy frowned. “She shoved them down their throats before beating them to death.”

“Jesus fuck,” he said, glancing into the door to see her staring straight ahead. “Remind me not to get on her bad side.”

As they piled into the jeeps, Alejandro leaned into his wife, murmuring, "Mi alma, how did you know they were enemies?"

She breathed deeply and laid her head on his shoulder. "No me dijeron nuestra palabra clave. Sabía que no los enviaste para protegerme." Looking at him, she added, "Defendí nuestra casa, pero por favor, no me obliguen a hacerlo de nuevo."

Alejandro nodded. "Nunca más. Siempre estaré allí de ahora en adelante para asumir esa carga por ti."

[lxstfathier]

Mi niña

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Summary: its late at night, you can’t sleep, and a sudden knocking on your door interrupts your attempts to get some rest.

Warnings: wounds, blood, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f! receiving), loss of virginity, creampie, age-gap.

A/N: i have never played the game, i just have a thing for military men heheh. Also, english is not my first language, so i apologize for any errors. Hope y’all enjoy this! <3

It’s almost midnight. Usually, you would be asleep already, dreaming about pretty animals and cute guys, but today is way different, you’re still awake, looking at the moonlight peeking through your window and a strange feeling lingering in your guts.

You try your best to not think much about it. Maybe is just your own anxiety acting up. So you move on your bed, over and over, closing your eyes and trying to find a comfy position to sleep. But no matter how hard you try, you just can’t get some rest.

It’s frustrating. You mind screams at you to fall asleep already, telling you that you need to get your energy back for another day of hard work around the farm. Come on, it’s your turn to feed the horses and cows at six in the morning, you can’t waste more time like this.

Suddenly, your own thoughts are interrupted by the loud noise of a vehicle pulling up in your property, right in front of your house, followed by the sound of the doors being opened and closed.

Of course, you knew your bad feeling was there for a reason, and now your heart is beating faster than ever. Who would be at your property at such late hour? The police? Robbers? Sicarios from a powerful cartel?. Who knows, but when a knock in you front door breaks the silence you feel as if you were about to faint.

You’re alone, there’s no one you can ask to go see who’s knocking, you can’t yell at one of your siblings to do it. Your family is away for the weekend, so you need to be brave and do it yourself.

You get out of bed and walk all the way to the front door, feeling your legs wobbly and you heart pounding in your chest, finally opening the door with your trembling hands.

Obviously you were expecting it to be some narcos, but, to your surprise, they’re not. Instead you have colonel Alejandro Vargas and his sergeant Rodolfo Parra right in front of you. Of course you know who they are, everyone in Las Almas knows them and admires them. And you would be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on Alejandro since you were a teenager, rubbing your clit every night to the thought of him for years.

And now you regret wearing that old shirt and shorts as pj’s instead of something sexier. But you shouldn’t be thinking about that, the only worry right now should be the reason for them to come knock on your door. You’re just a normal family who makes a living selling milk, you don’t have any issues with the law.

“Is there any problem?” You ask nervously, looking at the tall soldiers with their stoic expressions and powerful weapons on their hands.

"Ninguno, bonita. We’re just looking for someone, do you mind if we take a look around your property?.” Alejandro says, charismatic as ever. You could never say no to him, no matter what he asked.

“There’s nothing to see here, coronel, just cows and horses. But sure, go ahead and tell me if you need something.”

They both nod and get back to their job, going away to look around, seeing the empty corrals and the stalls full of sleeping animals, without a trace of the persone they’re looking for. And you stay near the door just in case, still very nervous and anxious even when there’s no reason to feel like that. Your trust them, they’re honorable men, they mean no harm, just let them do their thing and they’ll be gone soon.

A few minutes later, Alejandro comes into your house while Rudy keeps watch outside, checking every single room until he’s sure that you’re not hiding his target. Even though he already knew that you would never do something like that. He’s seen you around town too, always sweet and calm, doing your best to help your family with the little business, always trying to stay away from the violence.

That’s it. His work is done here. He needs to go look somewhere else, but, when he’s about to leave, you can’t help but notice that his right hand is almost fully red, dripping with warm sticky blood, making a mess on his uniform and gun.

“Coronel… you’re bleeding” you say, as if it wasn’t already obvious, and he stops dead in his tracks. How can he be so calm and collected with a wound like that?.

“It’s just a little cut, nothing to worry about” Alejandro shrugs it off. An hour before that’s what he thought, a little cut on his hand, nothing serious, he didn’t expected it to get bigger and become a bleeding mess.

“You should definitely worry about it. Come on, let me help you and then i’ll let you go”.

He can’t say no to you, specially when you’re looking at him with those innocent doe eyes. So he agrees, following you to your room and sitting on your bed, leaving his gun on the ground, waiting patiently while you run to your bathroom to gather all the necessary stuff to take care of it.

Once you come back, you take his hand on your own, cleaning his cut with a wet cloth, disinfecting with alcohol, putting some closure strips and wrapping all his palm with a bandage. You’re no doctor or nurse by any means, but you know how to help your animals when they’re hurt, which gives you at least a little bit of knowledge.

And Alejandro is more than happy to let you work on him. He doesn’t feel any pain, maybe for the adrenaline pumping through his veins, or maybe because he’s so mesmerized by your beauty that he can’t think of anything else.

“This should be enough for the night. The bleeding is going to stop, but you need to go to the doctor tomorrow, i guess you need some stitches” you say, smiling at him, feeling your cheeks burn. You had never been so close to him, and you can’t believe that you just got to help him without freaking out.

“Gracias” Alejandro murmurs, barely audible, looking down at his bandaged hand. “You’re too sweet. You shouldn’t be in this town, you deserve a better place”.

Any other person would have let him go away, leaving him alone to take care of his wound by himself, not wanting to get involved with such a troubled soldier. But you’re different. You’re kind and sweet and the most pretty girl he’s ever seen, so distinct from all the other shitty people in Las Almas.

“There’s no better place for me, i like it here” you answer. “I have my family and my animals… also, there’s no other place where i could find another handsome colonel”.

Alejandro doesn’t get it right away. Are you flirting with him? yes you are. But he’s never been good around women, so it takes him a while to understand what you mean, taking the hint only when you dare to place one of your hands on his thigh, something that he believed only could happen in his imagination, when he thought about you while fucking his fist late at night.

“No digas eso, bonita. I’m no good for you, go and find a nice guy your age” he says, even though he’s dying to kiss you, to feel your gentle touch again, to claim you as his.

“But i like you, Ale”.

“No quiero arruinarte”.

“You would never ruin me” you soothe him, moving your hand to his chest and leaning closer, staring directly at those beautiful brown eyes that you only used to dream about. “Por favor, i need you. Make me yours.”

That’s enough. Alejandro cups your cheek with his gloved hand and pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours, sweet and tender until it suddenly turns into passionate and lustful.

He tastes better than anything you ever had before, like fresh fruits in the summer, intoxicating all your senses. And before you know it you’re already straddling his lap, slowly moving your hips against his clothed bulge, trying to get some friction to relieve the boiling heat in your lower belly.

“I don’t have much time, bonita” Alejandro says, breaking the kiss, knowing that it’s just a matter of minutes to hear Rudy’s voice in his earpiece asking what’s taking him so long. “Take off your clothes for me, si?”.

You happily oblige, getting off his lap and stripping naked as fast as you can, all of your shyness long forgotten, wanting nothing more than to be a good girl for him.

“Qué pinche hermosa” Alejandro groans, admiring every single part of your exposed body, guiding you to the bed again, laying you on your back with your legs spread as he positioned between them, dropping to his knees to kiss your thighs and taste your soaking cunt. “Are you a virgin?”.

You squirm at the sensation of his tounge on your clit, and you have no idea how he managed to know that. Maybe your inexperience is way too obvious. “Si” you reply, tugging at his dark hair.

Alejandro swears that he could cum right there in his pants. Such a pretty girl? untouched? just for him to take? way too good to be true. He feels like he just won the fucking lottery. If he wasn’t in the middle of a mission, he would surely eat you out for hours until you can’t take no more.

But the clock is ticking right now, so he wastes no more time, undoing his pants just enough to free his hard length and then kiss all the way up from your tummy, your tits and finally your neck. “You sure about this?”.

“Si, Ale” you whimper. “I wanna be yours”.

He takes himself in his hand, positioning his hard cock to your wet cunt, the red tip prodding at the small entrance. “This might hurt a little bit, if you want me to stop just tell me, si?.”

You nod and Alejandro thrusts inside you, agonizingly slow, inch by inch, splitting you open until he’s buried to the base. The strange pain making you cry out his name and your eyes fill with tears.

“Fuck” Alejandro breathes out against your neck. “Such a good girl, taking me so well”.

He picks a steady pace, pounding your tight heat as if there was no tomorrow, going way faster than he would like to. But you don’t mind, you let him be as rough as he wants, whimpering as his thick cock abuses your walls, hitting your cervix with each thrust.

“Feels so good Ale” you moan. Now almost all of his weight on top of you, his gear digging into the soft skin of your breasts. The pleasure is too much, and you can already feel the orgasm forming in your belly. “M’ gonna cum”.

“Ah- Fuck” he grunts when your walls squeeze him harder, his gloved hand quickly making its way to your sensitive clit, rubbing it fast. “That’s it bonita, cum on my fucking cock, i wanna feel it.”

His words take you over the edge, squirming and moaning like a whore, your hole spasming around him and your nails scratching at the back of his vest, experiencing the most powerful orgasm of your life. And seeing you fall apart like that, just from his touch, makes him feel really close too.

“Where do you want my cum? huh?” he asks, chasing his high, thrusting harder into your poor sensitive cunt.

“Dentro, please ” you whine, too cockdrunk to think about the consequences.

“Si? you want that? you wanna carry my seed like a good little slut? Fuck- then i’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days, and everyone will know who you belong to.”

His cock twitches and he comes undone, grunting like an animal, emptying himself inside your pretty pussy, filling your womb to the brim with his hot cum.

You both stay there for a moment, melted into each other, catching your breath. Looking at him with half lidded eyes, you caress his scruffy beard, so in love, hating that he needed to go away after such an intimate moment. And he hates that too, if it were for him, he would spend the night with you, praising your body and making you scream his name again and again.

You kiss one last time and Alejandro pulls out, getting out of bed, immediately fixing his pants and grabbing his gun, ready to leave.

“Will i ever see you again?” you ask. What if he was like those guys who only fuck you and then you never hear from them again?, just thinking about it makes you teary.

“Claro que si, mi niña” he answers, his gloved knuckles brushing against your cheek. “As soon as this hell of a mission is over i’ll come back to you. I promise.”

“Then i’ll be waiting” you whisper, but Alejandro hears it clearly. And once he has eased your fears, he gets back to work, going away as if nothing happened, walking through your home straight to the front door.

“Carajo Ale, por qué tardas tanto?” He hears Rudy’s voice in his earpiece, just like he anticipated.

But Alejandro doesn’t answer. He can only think about you. You got him under your spell and he’s already planning the next time, contemplating on coming back with a huge bouquet of flowers and a beautiful diamond ring to put on your finger.

[valscodblog]

ℙ𝕀𝕊𝕋𝕆𝕃𝔸 -Part two

Warnings: Mentions of death (obvi-it's call of duty y'all.), in-depth past explanation, OC being forced to take up a role she never wanted, very very very VERY slight mentions of sexual themes (like-one or two sentences), trust issues at it's finest, and that's around it.

Alejandro Vargas x OC

Credits to OC: ME MYSELF AND IIIIIII~~ (Uhm-anyways-)

[{TAGS! <3 : @seconds-over-first @thebunnednun @writing-with-moss }]

Alejandro felt like he had been shot through the heart. "I-What have I ever done to you, to make you reluctant to trust me, Linda?" Maria shook her head, "It's-It's not you, Alejandro...it's just-personal." Alejandro nodded. "I understand. Yo Entiendo." Maria gave him a soft smile-she smiled!-and then walked away. Alejandro nearly died right then. Rodolfo smirked at put a hand on Alejandro's shoulder. " Su maldito desesperado, coronel," Rudy joked, and his higher-up sighed. "Yo se, Rudy...Pero...." "Pero Nada, Amigo. You love her. That's it." "Not so loud, Pendejo!" "We're mexican! We're loud!" "Parra!" "Okay, okay! Don't kill me, Alejandro!" "Mhhh, i should...I really should. But-alas, I can't."

"Say-Pistola, why do they call ye tha', aye?" "Because." "It means Poistol, doon'it?" Soap asked, "So that means-ye must be handy wit one!" Maria groaned and rubbed her face. "If i say yes, will you shut up?" "Nay, prolly not, bonnie." "Don't call me bonnie-" "Bonnie, bon-bon, bonnibell, bonnie-boo," Soap teased, and Maria looked over to Alejandro and mouthed, "Im going to kill you, Pendejo." He just laughed. Maria looked back over to Ghost and Soap-who were...flirting? Talking? How could you tell, honestly? "...Are you two...Novios?" "Huh?" Ghost said, quirking a brow up, "I asked if you two are dating, Fantasma." Ghost shook his head. "No-why would we be?" He snorted, and Soap laughed. "Okay...Although, I hope you two know, that I will be teasing you now." "Aboot...?" "Dating. Because y'all act like a married couple."

"Hey-quick question-why'd'ye sound like yer from Texas or sum?" Ghost asked, and Maria gave him a deadpan stare. "...The border? I live on the fuckin' Boarder?" Maria said, quirking a brow of her own up. Ghost then put his brow back down and then raised both of them this time, "Ah..." what was he supposed to say after a lady just told you that and clearly wasn't liking you? "So-You grew up knowing how to fight, Alejandro says." "Yeah. I did..." Ghost sighed.

"Well-" "If your trying to flirt with me, i suggest you learn a few new pick up lines other than whatever the fuck your on, Ghost." Simon blinked. "Love, i assure you, I'm not takin' a shinin' t'ya." "Good. Because I'm not on the market." "Oh?" Well, she's interesting...Simon sorta was starting to like her. "So..." "So?" "...What's anotha way to say "I came inside of a woman," Pistola?" "...What?" "Loadin' tha dishwasha." And Pistola nearly laughed, but she caught herself and just choose to quirk a brow up and shut her eyes. "Funny." and Ghost smiled behind his mask-but not a nice one, oh no. An annoyed one.

"Hmm, your not laughin' though?" "Yeah-lost my ability to year ago." "Ooh...damn, thats gotta suck f'ya, Lovie." "Oh yeah, it does."

And Alejandro looked over to Maria and frowned. "Here we go..." he muttered to Rudy. Rudy shook his head before saying, "She's not a litle kid, Amigo. She can flirt if she wants-" "Not with that gringo!" "Alejandro!" "....Mhhhph, I just don't like how she won't even look at me half the time i talk to her-but this, this guy! He just shows up and it's all 'Ohh let me stare at him-let me make eye contact!' Like, Pendeja! Por favor, why do you treat him like an old friend, huh?"

and Rudy leaned into Alejandro, arm on shoulder, and said, "Jelous, Ale?" "No-why?" "...Pinche mentiroso..." "No soy!" "Si tu eres! You ranting like-" "Dont." "Si, senor..." Alejandro went back to looking at Maria, whom was still talking to ghost and Soap. He hummed again before saying, "Alright, maybe i am...just a little. Un Puco." Rudy grinned. "First step's admitting it, Alejandro." "Yo se..."

"Right-so...what do I say, Alejandro?" Maria mumbled, more to herself than anything, really. BUt the man caught it and said, "You introduce yourself, tell them your New rank, Maria, and tell them you'll be leading this squad. Okay, mi amor?" "Not your love." And Alejandro sighed softly. "You know how i mean it, Maria...right?" "Claro que si. I just-don't. Just don't, okay?" "Claro, Maria." "Grasias, Ale-" "Maria! Here you are, thought we lost ya!" "Juan Price." "Erm-it's John." "Oh, so sorry, I'm Mexican, Sir." "It's fine, it's fine." "John Price! Ey, one capitan, to another, this is the easy part." "True..."

Alejandro quirked a brow up. "You two, know each other?" "We've met, yes. Back in, what was it?" "Ahh, good ol' Brittan-the country side, right?" "Indeed," Price agreed, smiling. "By the way! How's it coming along for you?" Maria asked, Price sighed and shook his head. "Hassan's still causing problems, so what does that tell you?" "Horrid." "Worse than." "Oof, i feel for you, John." "So, when-"

"Maria, it's time," Alejandro said into her ear and she said, "Fine fine...Sorry John we'll have to catch up later. I have to meet new squad." "Steaming Jesus-right before a mission?" "It's my family curse-we're alwasy last minuet and the people around us are affected too." "Well-i'll let you go before i get affected, huh?" "Hmph, yeah, see you, Price." and Maria walked away. Alejandro stayed behind and said, "That scoff? That's her laugh...consider yourself a trusted allay to Los Vaqueros now, Price." and he clapped John on the shoulder, shook it, and then let go and jogged to catch up to Maria.

Rodolfo was there, already telling the squad a new Captain was to command them and the rest of Maria's new squad just tensed. A new Captain? Oh, Jesus, that was never good...the last one was dead, sure, but this new one? They would have to learn how to read and how to act around this new person.

Or so they thought. It was just Maria.

"Oh! The Corp finally moved up, huh?" Private Diaz asked, and Maria sighed, "Here we go..."

"WHy now, out of all times?"

"HOW DID SHE GET TO MAKE THAT BIG OF A MOVE?"

"Wow...she really just left us in the dust, sucking off Alejandro must help a fair ton."

"For real. Prolly added in a few extra rounds to ensure her new place too."

Alejandro quirked a brow up and was about to say something when Maria shouted, "IF YOU LOVE YOUR MOM'S, SHUT IT!" and everyone shut up-minus one rookie who thought she was joking around.

BANG!

"Any? Body? Else?" Maria asked, her single hand still holding her pistol sideways. The person who spoke had been shot in the leg. "No? Good...now, rule one, i ever hear you talking behind my back again, you'll end up worse than that boy there, okay? Bueno. Dos, listen to rule one." Everyone nodded.

"Maria-that wasn't legal." "And what are you going to say, huh? Nada because if you report me, you'll be asked why you didn't step in." and Rudy shut up. "Damn-she's better than I thought at this," Alejandro said, smiling proudly.

"Well...let's get this mission over with and the lines drawn, yeah?" Maria muttered, Alejandro nodded...but as he started to explain, Maria started to zone out, she didn't feel safe, and this is how she dealt with that feeling.

"Ma? ...Mama? M-...MAMA?" Maria shouted, running into her mother's room as she heard what sounded like fighting. "Mami-mami!" her little brother screamed-in pain. "Eres igual que tu papá, chico..."

"MAMA-ALTO! Whatever he did-"

"No hablo ingles a Me, nina..."

Maria just stared at her mother-not hearing anything but the high pitched ringing in her ears. She had to run-hide. After she was done with her brother-she was next. and in for worse. Maria did run-into the room. She grabbed her four year old brother and then, as fast as her legs could carry the both of them, she ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She ran to the front door, and tried to open it-locked. She unlocked it but her brother wouldn't stop fighting her movements. "You'll just make it worse, Hermana! Stop-please!" "Shhh, dont speak English, Nino! Why do you think your being beat!?" and her brother shut up and chose just to sob into her shoulder. "Poor thing...if only Dad-"

"Tu padre ya no está aquí, no estará por mucho tiempo… Ya tendré tiempo…Es hora de pensar en una mentira… Es hora de hacer que parezca un accidente..."

No-Nononono-She heard the trigger of a gun and then she heard the recoil. It didn't hit her, however. "...Alex?" "Ma...Ri...A..." was his last word and Maria snapped. Thirteen, and she snapped. She dropped her little brother and charged at the drunken woman. Her mother was skinny-she wasn't. She had been working out for the last three years in secret. She threw a punch to her mother and her mom took it harshly. She toppled over, dropping the gun. It would've been funny to Maria if she wasn't so far gone in the moment. Maria then picked up the gun and said, "I'll talk how i want-and just so you know, Dad will know...and then he'll see to it that you get what you deserve..."

"Live, Pendeja...Live knowing I only let you becuase your husband and the god you so claim to love will punish you. They'll punish you so harshly-so badly...that you wish that i killed you-that one day, when we meet again, you will Beg Me to kill you...understand me? And know, that I no longer am a fucking Rodriguez, but instead, a Sanchez-como me Papa!" Maria said, sounding ever so calmly. She then laid the gun down on her mother's chest, and left the house.

She never went back. She found her uncle, and asked to stay with him instead, and her uncle, the evil bastard said yes. So she lived with him and was trained by him for War.

"Maria-MARIA SANCHEZ! Are you listening to a word that Alejandro just said to you?" Maria blinked and muttered, "Que?" Rodolfo sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Alejandro-get your damn girlfriend." Alejandro, who had been talking to one of the rookies, looked over and said, "No eres mi novia, Rudy...solo una amiga importante." And Maria groaned, "Shut it, Alejandro."

Maria walked away and muttered, "I have to stop zoning out..." Alejandro jogged after her-again. "Alejandro-" "I know what your going to say, so just don't! Instead, Escuchame!" Maria nodded, but kept walking. "So...Maria...do you, uhhm..Wanna go get something to eat after this?" Maria stopped dead. "You asking me out, Alejandro?" Alejandro sighed, "Not like-romanticly or anything! Just-you know, a couple of friends going out to eat." Maria laughed softly and said, "You know, I don't trust that...just us two-and i've never seen you outside of work...i don't know you-and you don't know me, Ale."

"I know-pero-i wanna take you out, okay? Tu eres muy linda, bonita, ermosa, and not to seem like im kissing your ass or anything but-" "Vargas. Your already kissing my ass." "Oh, shhh! Let a man talk to you for once, Maria!" Maria laughed again before nodding. "Sure, Vargas. Talk." "Grasias! Dios mio...okay, where was I?" "Oh so this was rehersed?" "In the mirror to myself." "Alejandro Vargas!" "What? Im telling you the truth!"

"Oh my god, fine! I'll go out with you-but no where cheap! Make an impression if you want this chica to stay around. Dont ask or tell me where, just take me. Okay?" and she winked.

Alejandro felt like he had been shot through the heart again-but this time...by cupid's bow.

[allemantheias]

Repaying them for saving you. Part 3.

Status: finished. 03-12-2023. Part 1. Part 2. [Part 3.] Part 4.

Read this on AO3. ~ ~ Masterlist. ~ ~ Word count: 2175

"Here's some towels, shampoo and shower gel." Rudy just led you to the room you'll be staying in, after showing you where the showers and toilets are located. "Our bedrooms are on the top floor across the staircase. Wake one of us if something's up or if you need anything."

"Is it okay if I take a long shower? I feel really dirty after being covered in blood." The blood may be gone, but you still feel where it used to be. Like honey or oil that's only wiped off with a dry paper towel.

"Of course, take as long as you want." Rudy assures you with a smile that makes you blush.

"Thank you. I'm off to shower then." You grab two towels, both bottles of soap and swiftly make your way to the shower area. After a deep cleanse of your skin, you turn off the water and dry yourself with the towels. When you want to get dressed you see that the clothes fell on the wet floor, which must've happened by accident when you grabbed the towels. You decide to go back to your room covered in a towel, everyone is probably sleeping already so no one will see you like this. Except you get lost in the hallways and also can't recall the path you took when Rudy showed you your room. Shit! You walk around the hallways for some time, freezing your limbs off from the cold air flowing through the windows. What floor was the room on again? You need help, fuck. Nervous you knock on the door of the room opposite of the top of the staircase. Coronel A. Vargas you read on the nameplate next to the door. Alejandro? You look over to the other door's nameplate. Sergeant Major R. Parra. Yeah, that's Rudy's room. Just when you want to knock on that other door, Alejandro's door opens. His cheeks turn red when he notices you in only a towel. Your eyes get pulled down his body, from his chiselled abs to his boxer shorts, the only thing he's wearing, which reveal everything inside it, leaving nothing to the imagination. God, he looks so hot!

"What can I do for you, pretty?" He makes you look up to him with a blushing face.

"I- eh-" You instantly forget what you came here for, with the soldier in front of you like this. Sleepy, ripped as hell, almost naked.

"Caught you off guard, eh?" Alejandro smiles friendly, which doesn't help with lowering your body temperature. "I can say the same."

"My- I dropped the clothes on the wet floor." You confess when you remember why you came to him.

"That's unfortunate, these were the only clothes warm enough and your own are being washed." His eyes flow over your bare skin. "You're getting cold." He says when he notices the goosebumps that cover you. "Come in, I'll get you something warm to wear." He closes the door after you're inside. His room is nice and cosy, decorated with warm colours. There's a warm wooden desk, a comfortable chair behind it, both sides of the bed have a small rug below them to prevent cold feet. His bed seems super soft, with the fluffy duvet and many decorative pillows, and you wish he'd bend you over and fuck you right here and now. A dim light shines from the lamp on his nightstand. "Sit on my bed if you want." Alejandro grabs the blanket from his bed and waits for you to sit down to put it around you. His bed is so comfortable! You wish you could stay here the night. "This will keep you warm for now." You watch how he goes through the few clothes in the closet and can't resist lowering your eyes to his buttcheeks. You squeeze your legs together against the heat that arises between them, but it's not helping. You want nothing more than to feel this man's hands all over your body. With a hoodie, shirt and sweatpants he walks to his bed and drops the items next to you.

"Thank you." You get up from the bed and grab the stack of clothes, hold them against your chest. Should you leave his room now you have dry clothes, or is it weird to immediately walk away?

"What's on your mind?"

"No- nothing. I-"

"You're an open book, pretty. Spill it." Alejandro sits down on his bed.

"I'm scared." You confess with a voice quieter than your usual.

"You're safe here. No one enters my base without getting verified."

"I know, but- I- I'm just agitated and uneasy from being taken by the cartel. I keep imagining what would have happened to me if you weren't there." Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. No, don't even dare to cry!

"Don't worry about that."

"What if it was a targeted abduction and a new group comes for me?"

"I'll call around for some intel on that in the morning." He sees you hesitate and makes you look up at him. "You can stay here with me if you want."

"Only if that's no issue?"

"You worry too much. Get in." With a smile on his face he gets under the covers on the other side of the bed as he sat on and waits for you to do the same. You put on the shirt he picked for you, before you take off the towel and with a racing heart you crawl next to him in bed, in only your underwear and his shirt.

"Hey, easy, it's all good." His fingers sweep away a strand of hair that's in front of your eyes, stares into them at the same time, drowns you in the darkest brown eyes you've ever seen. His fingers glide along the skin of your temple to your cheek, where he has the palm of his strong hand touch your skin. "Relax." Alejandro's face comes closer. Your eyes widen. What is he doing? His arms grab you around your waist and in a smooth movement he pulls you over to his side of the bed, against his chest. Your body overheats and you are too shy to move your lower arms away from his abs. Still captivated by his hypnotising eyes. "I said relax, pretty." His voice deepens and he closes the distance between your lips. His beard tickles your skin. Waves of longing crash through your body, make you moan his name. "I like how my name sounds from your lips." He doesn't give you time to respond, kisses you more intensely with his hand on the back of your head. You open your mouth when he softly bites your bottom lip, let his tongue get dominant against yours. His tongue tastes sweet and minty. You get the courage to turn your hands around and run them across his chest, through the little hairs. "Please tell me if you want to stop."

"I don't want to stop. At least this gives me a chance to thank you." You get on top of him, give him time to enjoy the view of your body.

"You don't have to thank us, pretty. We just did our job." He runs his hands along your sides. "I would love to enjoy you all on my own, but Rudy would appreciate to be thanked like this too. If that's okay with you." Alejandro grabs his phone and types something, to Rudy you guess.

"Yes, I'd love to thank him too for today." You melt your lips together with his lips again, move your fingers through his curls, pulling them slightly until he moans with a smile. What a beautiful sound. You feel his erection when you adjust your position. Oh god, he's so hard! Only from kissing and stroking? A third hand grabs your hair and pulls your body back up. Rudy! His other hand closes around your throat and he lustfully kisses you. Alejandro sits up and caresses your buttcheeks, presses you down harder on his solid cock. His hand moves to your heat to stroke it through the fabric of your underwear. You moan into Rudy's mouth and he tightens his grip on your throat, makes you feel dizzy.

He takes his hand off your throat and stops kissing you. "Let's get these clothes off." He helps you out of Alejandro's shirt and dumps it on the floor. They work together to lift you up and get rid of your underwear. They remove their own and switch places, Rudy on the bed and Alejandro behind you, both of them rock solid. You are visibly excited as well. Alejandro kisses and sucks the skin of your neck and shoulder, while Rudy stimulates your nipples. One of your hands caresses Alejandro's cheek, hair and neck, and the other does the same on Rudy. "I think that's enough preparation on you." Alejandro waits for you to nod, since you're busy pleasuring his second in command with your mouth, before sliding himself inside of you. A loud moan escapes your occupied lips, sending vibrations into his cock.

"Yes, pretty, you're so good for us." Rudy exclaims. "Look at you, taking us both like a champ." His fingers run through your hair. In your mind you beg him to push your head down on his cock. He probably wants to do that, but keeps himself barely in check. Just like the guy behind you, he tries his hardest to not pull you back by your hips. Your walls and mouth get stretched out more than ever before by their sizes. You taste the slightly bitter, salty precum and take his cock a little deeper in your mouth, almost letting it go in your throat, getting yourself ready to push even further. You take him down a little too far and gag, pull yourself off of him to take a second to breathe. While you wait, you apply more spit to his length with your hand. You get your mouth on him again and alternate between sucking and licking your spit back up from the bottom to the tip. Alejandro pulls himself almost all the way out before slamming back into you. You moan loudly. "Yes, pretty, that feels amazing." Rudy runs his fingers through your hair again, softly pushes you deeper on his erection. It makes you gag, but you keep going through the reflex, even when tears roll down your cheeks from barely fitting his size.

"I won't last long anymore." Alejandro moves his hands up from the sides of your thighs to your lower back, digs his fingers into your waist to pound you even harder. He brings himself over the edge and fills you up deep with his warm seed, while moaning in pleasure. His hand finds its way to your front and stimulates you with his palm and fingers. You feel your orgasm closing in and your moans get more frequent.

"I want to come inside that tight hole of yours too." Rudy pulls you from his dick by your hair and slaps your face, appreciates the view of your cheeks and chin covered in your own spit. Alejandro removes himself from you and sits down next to you, keeps his hand on your heat and pulls you into a sloppy kiss, his tongue dominating yours. The other man moves behind you and doesn't give you a chance to prepare, enters you smoothly and immediately thrusts at a relentless pace. Your moans get muffled by Alejandro's mouth.

"Does Rudy make you feel good, pretty?" He grimaces, likes that his best friend makes you feel good. The stimulation from both guys together is too much for you to handle and you are only able to whimper. You have to let go of Alejandro's lips when your high rushes through your body in waves. You push his hand away when you get overstimulated. Your arms give in and your face and chest drop into the bedcovers. The contractions of your walls push Rodolfo over the edge, make him spill his cum inside of you.

"Fuck, that was amazing." After pulling out he watches his and his coronel's mixed liquids seep from your hole, puts some back in with his fingers. He helps you sit back up and holds you in his arms. You feel exhausted from being handled like this by them. "Look at that big mess you made, pretty." There's a wet spot on the covers from your fluids. Alejandro already comes back from the bathroom with a few warm cloths and begins to clean you up after they got you this dirty."You need a rest, pretty. We tired you out." He quickly changes the sheet around the bedcover with the help of his sergeant major and both of them join you in bed, sandwich you tightly. Feeling protected and with their arms around you, you fall asleep. A serene moment, before you have to go back home again. How you wish you could stay here forever.

[cod-z]

[NSFW 18+] Stupid Colonel (Anon Reveal)

Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: NSFW 18+, Gay Sex

Pairing(s): Alejandro Vargas x Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

| One-shots | A/N: My anon reveal and brain-rot. For those who knows said story, yes, I am THAT anon from said blog

Once the doors closed Rudy walked off, Ale still waving till he saw his friend was missing by his side, his eyes catching Rudy heading towards their shared bedroom, quickly he pursued.

Standing at the doorway, he saw that Rudy had sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, troubled by something, though he knew what troubled the man.

Ale's hand automatically places itself onto Rudy's back, rubbing it slowly as he tries to comfort him. Sure that two close calls were... intense but it was handled.

"Mi amigo estoy bien," is all Ale could say to Rudy. "Cómo puedo ayudar?"

Rudy's breath hitched, Ale's words... it didn't ease the fire that burned with him. The memories still fresh but it made that flame inside him roar, the fear, the anger, the worry that he felt for his 'friend' had something fierce gripping onto him. He needed to relinquish it. His eyes trailing to the man that he yearned for, his heart rapidly pacing against his chest, that desire to submit but at the same time, take control of... something.

"Tumbado en la cama."

Ale didn't expect this to happen, he didn't expect the man he love all his life to top him, and fuck did it make his cock weep. His body being appreciated at the beginning, torture as Rudy caress his skin so delicately as if he was made out of the fragilest material on Earth. To be later folded in half as Rudy mercilessly snaps his forwards against his has, his cock buried to the hilt making him make unholy noises that echoed around their room.

Rudy's body presses against Ale's, leaning towards his ear. "Estúpido idiota, estúpido. Tiene que tener más cuidado, Coronel."

"Me tenía tan preocupado," his groan nearly comes out as a whimper as he releases all the emotions he felt during those moments. During all those times his Colonel made stupid decisions for the cause, still admiring his bravery but cursing at the stupidity he put himself in, his hips slamming down harder at the thought that he couldn't stop him, doesn't want to stop Ale.

"Hacemos esto juntos amigo, te lo meteré en la cabeza."

oop-

[boosterwithad]

Phillip accidentally taking Alejandro's hoodie and getting very confused when everyone chuckles at him. Until, of course, he realizes it's plastered with "Coronel Vargas" in big letters on the back and "Ejército Mexicano" on the sleeve

[hirik0]

You always meet twice part 2

part 1

Soap/Ghost

Fly to Las Almas 2022, 48h till Graves betrayal

Ghost is staring at the wall of the plane, the only sound he hears are the engines. He can't sleep his mind racing over the fact that he meets someone from a live he had long forgotten. How big are the chances even, to meet a close friend of his dead brother again. How big are the chances he even remebers someone you only seen twice? Should he thank him for influencing Tommy to not drop out of school? Should he tell him that Tommy is dead? Does Soap even rember Tommy or Simon? It should not matter honestly, so why is he thinking so much about it? Maybe it's just because it's also falling at the same time with returning to Mexico that he's even thinking about his life before Roba. The nights he spend looking after Tommy are honestly the best memories he has with him. Not stained or ruined by the presses of their father, not poisoned by Tommys year long fight with addiction. Back in the day he hated it but now this are his most important memories of his littel brother besides him being a dad to Joseph. With Soap, with Johnny back in his life by pure coincident its just logical he thinks more about Tommy. He gets pulled out of his head by Soaps head falling against his shoulder.

Las Almas runway, 42 h till Graves betrayal

They are waiting for the ramp to go down so they could rendezvous with Coronel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra to take down Hasan. Ghost is going in to full mission mode, otherwise the thoughts about Tommy would just be a risk to the mission. They walk down the ramp and are greater by Vargas. He let's Soap do the talking, Soap talks enough for both of them anyway.

"Alejandro", Soaps greats the man.

"Sergeant MacTavish", Alejandro retorts the greating.

"Call me Soap."

"Lieutenant.. Laswell told me they call you Ghost.", Alejandro is focusing his attention to Ghost

"Actually, I believe he prefers to be..", trys to say but Ghost cuts him of not wanting to know what the fuck Soap thinks he would prefer to be called. So Soap is still a trouble maker just like the night he had to carry him away from the drug dealers in that shady club.

"That will do", Ghost shouts maybe a bit to aggressive, but Alejandro is just smiling at them.

"Welcome to the city of souls" Alejandro says before the walk to the first of the 3 jeeps waiting in line.

"I've nerver been to Mexico", Soap offers as a bit of small talk.

"This is not Mexico... this is Las Almas." Ghost don't like the sound of this, rembering that he was told something similar about the city the Zaragoze cartel ruled. He read in the file they have a problem with a cartel here to, but the similarty with Roba makes him uneasy.

"Shepards contractors are inbound to reinforce. They bringing hardware, they'll need room.", Ghost explains, not really liking Graves beeing involved in this. They worked together in the past and skill and discipline is not the problem, but Graves attitude. He just can't stand him, for a reason he refuses to put a finger down. He's reminding him of Vernon.

"My base is your base", Alejandro assures them at the news. And a uneasy feeling is spreading in Ghost at this, as if this sentence is a bad omen. He's reasured Price several times it's fine for him to return to Mexico and now he's acting like a superstitious fool, great, really great.

"Good. Now where is Hasan?", Ghost ask to push past the feelings that tell him that thinks will go to shit. Buisness let's talk buisness. "Cartel safe-house, ten clicks from here", the Coronel explains before walking to the passenger door, Soap walks around the car to sit behind the driver so Ghost will sit behind Alejandro. "Get in." Alejandro signals his man to get ready to move "C'mon let's move!"

Alejandro is interducing their driver: "That's my second in command Sergant Major Rudolfo Parra." Ghost is suprised that the second in command is not in a other car, but stays silence.

"Tengo miedo de los fantasma", Rudy awkwardly jokes at least Ghost thinks it's a joke.

"You know Spanish?" Alejandro ask not sure if Rudys comment landed or even understood by the two brits in the car. "No", Soap answers. Not by choice Ghost thinks staying silent, no need too bring up a long dead drug lord. "You will", Alejandro reassures them, with a grin.

Las Almas base, 36 h before Graves betrayal

Ghost lays on the bed trying to rest before they go to the villa of El Si Nombre to figure out where Hasan is, they also jumped from a cliff and had a unplaned swim. But he's irritated by Soap being so friendly with all the shadows. Soap is friendly to everyone atleast he got this impersion ay Al Mazah. I'm just projecting my need to protect Tommy on Soap, he can take care of himself, Ghost reasures himself. He had to walk out a room to not just pick Soap up to stop his conversation with Graves, childish and emberressing. They are allies, no need to step on toes because he is involuntary walking down memory road. He knows sleep will not come to him, but he still trys to even get in a littel rest atleast. He falls in to a restless slumber, his brain mixing the past and the now together. Soap, Gaz and Price laying in puddels of their own blood on the floor dead, Robas face turning in to Graves, Tommy asking in Soaps voice why this had to happen, Joseph telling him to not trust somebody, they are a bad person. When is alarm is going of he just wants to puke his guts out. "Fucking hell", he curses into the room, feeling like a group of elefants walked all over him at least twice. Not sleeping would have be a better choice. Maybe Price was right with his concerns of him returning to Mexico, but its to late now he has to do his job and he'll.

The next unexpected think that happens is Rudy asking him if they can talk and leading him away to a more private spot away from the others. A nice dark corner that will hide both of them. "So I heared rumors you are the one that destroyed the Zaragoze cartel, alone", Rudy says and Ghost eyes widen in shock not thinking someone would mention this part of his past. "Yes", he presses the answer through his theeth. "You okey hermano? The situations are pretty similar. Maybe besides the taking prisinor part El Sin Nombre don't really does that", Rudy asks, clearly checking if Ghost will be able to carry out the mission. "It's fine Rudy, I can do my job." Their talk is interuped by Soap laughing at something Graves says as they walk past their dark corner and for a short moment Ghost thinks he hears Joseph's voice again. "Oh and Ghost thank you, Roba was a danger to all of Mexico, you really did us a favour", Rudy ends their talk after Graves and Soap can't be heared anymore.

He is at his sniper spot watching Soap, naive trusting Soap get in the villa of a dangerous drug lord they dont even have a face of, the only one helping him on the insite Alejandro. He cant shoot shit from here, so he has to hope everythink will go as planed from Graves. Its petty to hate the plan because its from Graves he knows that, but the misttrust he feels towards Graves is growing and he dont know why. They worked before together and he never before feeled like this, what is so diffrent here. Is it the american missels they are hunting down? Is he paranoid after his one and only mission in Mexico before. But if it is would being in Mexico again the distrust towards Rudy and Alejandro and not fucking Graves? Fuck, he needs to focus on the mission no time for doubt, doubt will kill all of them. Its probably nothing, hes just haunted by memories of people long dead. "Dont trust him, uncel Simon", Joesphes voice is reminding him, a shiver is running down his spine. Who, who is not to trust? Is this is subconscious telling him something is off? He thinks about the files he read, the information he thought were important, the ones he deamed unimportant, the ones he thought are just there for the higher ups, the few thinks that got blacked out. Nothing, just the nagging feeling that the involvement of Shadow Company to avoid some of the red tape is slowly becoming a red flag. Maybe Price is right and he needs to actual take leave and not just do leg work for Kate so he can 'relax'. "This is stupid", he mouths with out making a sound, not wanting to give Graves a heads up that he thinks something is of, if its not just his paranoia. Hes relieved when Alejandro tells him the real part of the mission is finally starting so the only think he will think about for a while is dont die, kill this person, hide in this shadow.

24 h till Graves betrayl

An old oil rack, he hates this, he really hates this. But they need to get the fucking missels back. He goes over the files in his room, when somebody is knocking. Alejandro is entering his room having a concerned look on his face. "Something the matter?", Ghost askfelling how is insites feel like the are getting filled with insects. "I dont like this mission", Alejandro just say. Ghost nods so he is not the only one feeling something is of, relive over not going insane is spreading through him. "Something is of", Ghost agrees, vaguely to not give away to much. "I have a save house, its an old barn or atleast it looks like it", Alejandro says before giving Ghost a folded piece of paper. A prove of trust, Ghost appreciates it. "Lets hope Im wrong. Dont like how Graves is acting on base. Fucking gringo.", Alejandro says shaking his head. "Worked with Graves before, but this feels not like the other times", Ghost confirms the suspicion they both have, Alejandro just nots. "Oh and Ghost this is need to know, no telling Rudy and absolutely no telling Soap. Soap is to friendly with the Shadows and Graves." "Its how Soap is big simle friendly to everyone, the Captian hand picked him", Ghost half heartedly defents Soap, his personal feeling are irrelevant. "If you say so. Its just his interactions with Graves. Rudy knows of the house too but dont want to concern him. He already hates the oil rake think and that he stays behinde. No need to make him worry more", Alejandro just states and Ghost nods along. "You're close, Rudy and you", Ghost shares his observation. "Childhood bestfriends", Alejandro just ofers as information. Ghost raises a eyebrow at this, thats not what he observed but he could be wrong not having best friend in his childhood thanks to his dad. He burns the paper when hes sure he can recall ilthe information it even after waking up.

Oil rake, 2 hours till Graves betrayl

The weather is shit, a bit ironic a brit complainign about bad weather. But being on the fucking ocean, in a rain storm, not his cup of bad weather. But they finished the mission watching how the missel is destroying the rake. He watches Soap looking with big eyes like a child in a candy shop at the explosion. The aww on Soaps face even lets Ghost smile. Cute, what the fuck is he thinking oh god, stop. Soap is not cute, thinks that Soap does are not cute, this is a dangerous way of thinking, to human. Hes a husk, Ghost dont do feelings Simon does and Simon is drowning in the shadows of his dark past. So why the fuck does it feels like Simon is slowly clawing his way out? Oh fuck, they need over an hour back to the shore, nothing to do distract him. Fuck, fuck fuck. He somehow made it back to shore focusing on the talking of the others, shoving Simon back down in the dark lake to not reapear, but this is just a short term solution, he needs to talk to Price when they are back and a vacation, holly fuckin shit he willingly takes a vacation, thinks are bad. Price will get him a psych evaluation. He gets in the car with Soap and Alejandro happy to get a way from Graves for a while. Tomorow they would fly back to the UK and he hopefully just was a paranoid idot the hole time. The hole drive he and Alejandro share woried glances. The feeling of doom is spreading through Ghost. Jesus, maybe ne needs a this pysch evaluation when they are back. This is not like the mission about Roba, they still need to find another missel, but they will atleast leave fucking Mexico. They are holding in front of the base gates he shares one last look with Alejandro, seeing that the Coronel also is tensing. Something is wrong, even Soap who was naping most of the car ride is picking up that something is wrong. Ghost again hears Josephs waring before every think goes to shit. Alejandro captured, Soap shot at and both of them on the run. The save house proves to be a valuable information now. He just needs a car and get there. Hes nearly at the church, just slited the throat of a Shadow when he hears Soap over the only free line he found. Change in plan getting Soap to safty and then get the fuck away from here.

[lazybutsmexy]

Infused Masterlist

Alejandro Vargas x f!Reader (callsign Avispa)

Mate is a traditional South-American, caffeine-rich, infused herbal drink. Argentinian costumes dictate that, depending on the additives or the way in which it’s served, one can send secret messages using mate.

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, dr!g use, minor character death.

Prologue: Heat the water to 90°C

Chapter 1: Mate with tea: Disgust

Chapter 2: Mate amargo: Indiference

Chapter 3: soon

Taglist

Ko-fi

[sarschto]

El arte de la guerra

el  arte de estar en guerra es que todo no puede ir siempre acorde al plan... Sabes la vida es efímera y dolorosa más para un grupo de soldados los cuales siempre estaban trabajando por el bien

Como dijo el coronel Alejandro Vargas cuando estuvieron en México hace un año

"hace guerra para conseguir la paz"  una frase que quedo grabada en su consiente del sargento jhon mactavish o como bien conocido era soap, antes de morir en las garras  de vladimir makarov, algo que nunca Jhon Price  se perdonaría y quería acabar con Makarov.

Por otro lado Laswell estaba caminando hacia su oficina dentro de unos minutos estarían reunidos para hablarles de "un secreto de estado" el cual ya casi todo el país estado unidence sabía... 

Su secreto de estado en este momento estaba terminando de realizar pruebas físicas igual que toda su vida y así será hasta el final de esta...

Sara Sloane una teniente hecha y derecha como su hubiera nacido para esto del los marines, siendo ranger títulos que fueron ganados lleva desde los 17 años en el ejército sería una locura si te mienten los demás soldados que ella no parece humana es muy recta... ¿Creen que es capaz ella de ser tan fría...? O simplemente es el pasadado que la atormenta...

Es posible que un hombre como jhon a sus cuarenta y dos años tocar el corazón de ella de 22 años puedan llegar amarse uno al otro.

O simplemente quedará cómo unas consecuencias de la guerra con ambos corazones heridos o se convertirán en la sinfonía perfecta qué todo artista desea, la obra de pinturas de óleo de un gran artista todo es arte incluso para la guerra como el sexo son como una danza ancestral tanto como la vida misma.

Actores

Barry sloane como Capitán Jhon Price

Ana de armas como Sara Sloane

Samuel Roukin como Simón Ghost Riley

Neil Ellice como Jhon Soap Mactavish

Elliot night como Kyle Gaz Garrick

Rya Kihlstedt como Kate Laswell

Julian Kostov como Vladimir Makarov

....

Personajes se irán agregando poco a poco

[whoismissriley]

❥ Siempre vuelvo a ti .・。.・゜✭

Siempre has trabajado con Los Vaqueros, siempre bajo el ala de tu Coronel Alejandro Vargas. Siendo la menor y la única mujer en su grupo siempre fuiste protegida por él, pero su protección no pudo sobrepasar las miradas que tú y el Capitán Price se dieron desde el principio. Con el paso del tiempo comenzaron a salir, pero la distancia y diferencia de horarios logró distanciarlos. Decidieron cortar por la sano y mantener una amistad profesional. Sin embargo no había nadie más para ti que él y nadie más para él que tú. Cada vez que se encontraban los grupos, que ellos viajaban a Mexico o ustedes a Londres y se veían, las cosas siempre se revolvían y terminaban enredados en algún lugar.

Price siempre se las arreglaba para encontrar un lugar.

Pero, los celos eran horribles y terminaban discutiendo muy feo. John decidió decirte que lo dejaran finalmente. Porque no era bueno para ambos, sabías que quizás solo faltaba una palabra de él para que dejaras todo y estuvieras a su lado, pero el Capitán era demasiado orgulloso y lo sabías. Tus amigos, siempre te decían que lo dejaras. Que lo bloquearas de tu telefono y que cuando supieras que se iban a ver en misiones, no fueras. Pero, era inevitable.

Pasó mucho tiempo antes de que se volvieran a ver. A John le habían llegado rumores de que tenías un novio y que probablemente no vendrías en este viaje que Alejandro y Rudy hacían a Londres para una misión especial con la Task Force. Por lo que fue una sorpresa agradable para él verte bajar del helicóptero una vez que aterrizaron.

Los saludos formales fueron parte de casi todo un día, te dispersaste con Soap y Ghost poniéndote al día con los chismes e inevitablemente les preguntaste si el Capitán estaba con alguien. Ambos hombres solo sacudieron la cabeza sin mencionar absolutamente nada más.

Por la tarde, todos habían sido llamados a una reunión a la sala principal. Así que entraste junto a Soap sosteniendo un café cuando lo viste apoyado en la pared con un puro entre los labios, su sombrero ligeramente inclinado hacia un costado con los ojos fijos en ti como si hubiera estado esperando que entraras.

Sonreíste, porque habías esperado todo el día para estar más cerca de tu ex. Te acercaste en silencio apoyandote contra la pared a su lado mientras miraban a Alejandro ordenar el mural con Ghost adelante, para poner en orden las ideas de la misión.

ᅳ¿Todavía sigues tomando esa mierda con azúcar? ᅳ lo escuchas decir mientras lanza el humo al lado contrario de tu cara. Tus ojos se posan en los suyos, tan brillosos y azules como la última vez que los viste.

ᅳYa sabes como es la adición.

ᅳSí, lo sé ᅳ sonríe ladino, con el cigarro apretado entre los dientes ᅳ No esperaba verte.

ᅳ¿Por qué no? ᅳ lo miras con curiosidad. John encoje los hombros.

ᅳPensé que ya te habías olvidado de mi...

ᅳSí, por supuesto ᅳ pones los ojos en blanco de manera sarcástica y lo contemplas con una sonrisa burlona.

Se ríe y sacude la cabeza.

ᅳQué pesada eres ᅳ dice con esa sonrisa que hace que se te mojen las bragas.

ᅳMmmm ᅳ lo miras de reojo para enfocar tu vista en Alejandro y Ghost discutiendo seriamente en voz baja.

John te mira mientras mantienes la vista al frente.

ᅳ¿Todavía quieres hacer eso que solíamos hacer?

Casi escupes tu café ante su inesperada insinuación y lo miras limpiándote la boca con el dorso de la mano.

ᅳOh, ya sabes... ᅳ John apunta el mentón hacia la puerta que dirige a su oficina ᅳ lo que solíamos hacer ᅳ se inclina a tu oído muy despacio ᅳ apuesto que aún puedo llevarte ahí y tomarte sobre mi escritorio.

Te sonrojas, tus mejillas arden al rojo vivo. Después de tanto tiempo no esperabas que él fuese tan directo. Pero, lo conoces como la palma de tu mano y aunque sabes que está bromeando de algún modo, la verdad brilla claramente como la luz de las brasas de si cigarro.

Así que te aclaras la garganta siguiendo su juego.

ᅳCreía que habías dicho que teníamos que "Dejar eso" definitivamente. Porque nos estaba haciendo daño. Dijiste claramente "Esto tiene que parar, es mejor que seamos amigos de ahora en adelante".

ᅳMmm ᅳ él tira el cigarro al suelo y lo muele bajo el tacón de su bota ᅳ sí, dije eso.

Tú y él se contemplan fijamente en el rincón oscuro de la sala de reuniones. Tu respiración se vuelve superficial y los dedos de John que están a los costados de su cuerpo, sujetan los tuyos en una caricia que te congela el alma.

Te cuesta volver a concentrarte en donde estás de pie cuando él se aleja para comenzar la reunión.

Los siguientes días están llenos de tortura para ti. Es como si estuvieras tratando de apagar la mecha de una dinamita que sabes que va a explotar. Pero soplas y soplas tratando de detenerla. Para desgracia o fortuna, él mismo se asigna equipo contigo y con Gaz. Así que los tres viajan juntos al Medio Oriente, Gaz se queda en las calles atestadas de gente toda una tarde mientras tu vigilas desde lo alto de una habitación de hotel a través de las persianas.

Tu mano se cierra alrededor de tu pistola de mano cuando sientes la puerta detrás de ti. Pero cuando vez que es John te relajas y vuelves a mirar a través de la mirilla de tu francotirador.

ᅳ¿Nada aún? ᅳ pregunta dejando unas llaves sobre la mesa del velador junto a la cama.

ᅳNada ᅳ respondes concentrándote. John se acerca apoyando los brazos en el alféizar de la ventana mirando a través de ella, pero luego lo sientes. Quemándote con la mirada ᅳ estás tensa. Quizás necesites... relajarte un poco.

ᅳEstoy bien ᅳ.

John pone la mano en tu franco tirador y lo baja haciendo que apartes el ojo de la mirilla.

ᅳO ¿Quieres que yo... te haga relajar?

Tu boca se abre ante su insinuación, sumándose a todas las insinuaciones que has oído de su boca cada vez que tiene la oportunidad de hacerlas.

ᅳSe supone que eres el capitán serio aquí ᅳ dices bajando el franco tirador por completo, exhalas ante su mirada indescifrable y apoyas el arma en su pecho ᅳ toma, solo me recostaré un momento.

ᅳSoy serio, pero me gusta divertirme ᅳ lo escuchas decir mientras te recuestas en la cama ᅳ aunque mi lado serio siempre te ha parecido entrañable ᅳ lo miras y ves como sonríe una risa ronca que hace que la piel se te ponga de gallina. Lo ves volverse a la ventana y tomar el franco tirador para mirar a través de él ᅳ Entonces ¿No se ha visto nada?

ᅳNo, no hay ni un solo movimiento ᅳ dices tumbada en la cama con un brazo sobre tus ojos cansados, no sabes cuantas horas han estado turnandose para vigilar ᅳ no entra ni sale nadie que sea sospechoso. Si no pasa nada de aquí en un par de horas deberíamos pensar en ir a echar directamente un vistazo.

ᅳSí, con Gaz pensamos lo mismo ᅳ responde él, pero te mira. Su mente vaga inquieta por un momento y toma un gran respiro antes de volver a mirar por la ventana ᅳ es una buena idea ᅳ se aclara la garganta y vuelve a mirarte, esta vez te descubre mirándolo y sus ojos se quedan uno sobre el otro durante un breve momento ᅳ descansa un poco.

No dices nada, tus palabras son muy medidas igual que tus gestos. Han soportado semanas de momentos a solas. Tensos y peligrosos momentos como esos, pero tu cuerda se está rompiendo y no estás segura sobre cuanto más soporte el tira y afloja. Te vuelves a cubrir la cara con el ante brazo y respiras pausadamente.

Él levanta una ceja, pero tampoco dice nada. Al cabo de un momento, su respiración se vuelve lenta y constante, así que se vuelve hacia la ventana y se cruza de brazos... tratando de enfriar su mente y alejar sus ojos de tu bonito cuerpo extendido en la cama, tan ajustado y perfecto dentro de esos pantalones oscuros cargo.

No estás segura de cuanto tiempo pasa pero abres los ojos cuando la cama se mueve.

ᅳDespierta, dormilona ᅳ le da una ligera patada al colchón y vuelve los ojos hacia la ventana ᅳ Gaz vio movimiento, debemos pensar en como proceder ahora.

ᅳ¿Gaz está cerca? ᅳ te levantas de golpe, exhalando bruscamente y arrastras los pies hacia la ventana, tomas el franco tirador junto a la pared y echas un vistazo.

ᅳEstá esperando instrucciones ᅳ responde él, poniendo su enorme cuerpo detrás de ti ᅳ ¿Descansaste? ᅳ John inclina sus labios cerca de tu oreja y sus manos se posan a ambos lados de tus caderas ᅳ ¿Te gusta que esté detrás de ti... no es así? ᅳ su voz profunda y llena de grava retumba en tus huesos, una sonrisa petulante se desliza por los labios de John.

ᅳNo hagas eso ᅳ es lo único que se te ocurre decir mientras luchas contra tus deseos.

Los labios de John rozan tu piel y él acurruca su cara en tu cuello.

ᅳSabes que me encanta tenerte así ᅳ se ríe en voz baja y sus labios bajan por tu cuello ᅳ pegada a mí.

ᅳJoder John... ᅳ aclaras tu garganta ᅳ estamos... solo estamos en medio de algo ahora y...

Sus dientes se hunden suavemente en tu cuello y sus brazos se envuelven alrededor de ti atrayéndote contra él.

ᅳLo siento ¿Qué has dicho? No te he oído...

ᅳEstamos... ᅳ el hilo de tus pensamientos se pierde ᅳ estamos en... Solo...

ᅳSé que acordamos ser amigos ᅳ su voz es baja mientras te sostiene ᅳ pero sé que no quieres esto. Sé que sabes que queremos algo más.

ᅳSiempre quieres algo más y luego... Luego...

El calor de su cuerpo envuelve el tuyo, labios rozan la cascara de tu oreja.

ᅳPuedo sentirte, te conozco. Conozco las señales de tu cuerpo. Se leerte mejor que nadie. Has estado luchando todos estos días contra mí... Sé que esa mirada en tus ojos no es solo amistosa... ᅳ su voz es exigente, casi un gruñido.

ᅳNo podemos seguir haciendo esto ᅳ dices perdida, cruzando los dedos para que no te haga caso.

El agarre del Capitán Price se aprieta en tus caderas. Su aliento caliente recorre tu oreja y tu piel.

ᅳ¿Por qué no? ᅳ pregunta suavemente mordisqueando tu lóbulo antes de dejar un rastro de besos por tu cuello ᅳ ambos sabemos que no podemos resistirnos el uno al otro. Entonces ¿Para qué luchar?

ᅳPorque...

Los labios de John Price encuentran el punto sensible debajo de su mandíbula, su lengua traza circulos y sus labios besan y chupan tu piel haciendo que tu mente se nuble. Sí, el maldito sabe donde darte. Maldita sea. Sus manos se deslizan por debajo de tu camiseta, trazando delicados patrones en tu vientre.

ᅳPor qué... ᅳ susurra contra tu cuello, su voz áspera y ronca por la excitación ᅳ cuando cedemos a éste deseo... nos consume, por completo.

ᅳJohn...

Los dedos del Capitán bailan sobre tu piel, prendiendo fuego a cada nervio. Se retira ligeramente mientras sostiene tu mentón levemente girado hacia él. Sus labios rozando los tuyos, su barba haciéndote cosquillas. Sus dedos acariciando las mechas de tu cabello suelto.

ᅳDime que no quieres esto ᅳ susurra suavemente deslizando la mano por la comisura de tu rostro ᅳ y no lo haré. No insistiré más.

Un gruñido brota desde lo más hondo de tu garganta. Te giras agarrándolo de su chaleco táctico y sin más espera, lo besas.

El corazón del Capitán se acelera a medida que lo besas, sus cuerpos se presionan juntos después de tantas semanas de tensión. Saborea el sabor de tus labios, gimiendo suavemente contra tu boca.

ᅳMaldita sea ᅳ dice contra tu boca, besándote con más urgencia ahora ᅳ esperaba que me hicieras trabajar más por ello, suplicar.

ᅳNo hay tiempo para jueguitos ᅳ gimes llevando tus manos al cinturón del Capitán mientras lo besas intensamente.

Las manos de él se deslizan por tu espalda presionándote contra él mientras te devuelve el beso con fuerza. El calor de su cuerpo te rodea, lo que hace difícil saber donde termina uno de ustedes y comienza el otro.

ᅳAmor... ᅳ susurra entre besos, sus lenguas se enredan en un baile ardiente y apasionado ᅳ no tienes idea de lo que me haces.

ᅳMmm ᅳ gimes empujando tu lengua dentro de su boca al mismo tiempo que metes su mano bajo su ropa interior tomando su membro entre tus dedos, masajeando ya su dura longitud ᅳ oh, joder...

La cabeza de John da vueltas mientras tomar el control del beso. Tus gemidos envían escalofríos por su columna. Jadea cuando tu mano se envuelve alrededor de él. Un sonido gutural sale de su garganta.

ᅳEso es... ᅳ gime en tu boca, arqueándose ante tu toque ᅳ puedes... puedes tener lo que quieres. Solo, solo pídelo.

Bajas con besos por su barbilla, su cuello sin dejar de tocarlo.

ᅳOh, quiero esto ᅳ dices arrodillándote casi sin darle tiempo para pensar o decir algo. Tus labios se abren y antes de que él se de cuenta su polla está sobre tus labios.

Sus caderas se mueven hacia adelante involuntariamente mientras lo introduces profundamente en tu boca. Todo su cuerpo tiembla de necesidad. John agarra tu cabello con fuerza, guiando tu cabeza hacia arriba y hacia abajo en un ritmo lento y sensual.

ᅳJesucristo ᅳ murmura con voz ronca, deslizando las manos debajo de su barbilla ᅳ no tienes idea de cuanto he querido esto.

Sigues lamiendo, besando... como si se tratara de una paleta de helado. Chupas con sensualidad y vehemencia. Mientras gimes del placer que das y estás sintiendo.

Sus dedos se clavan en la parte posterior de tu cabeza, su control pende de un hilo. John gime largo y bajo en su garganta mientras lo tomas más profundamente, más fuerte de lo que jamás antes lo has hecho.

ᅳJoder ᅳ maldice entrecortadamente, sus caderas se mueven salvajemente contra tu boca ᅳ me correré si sigues haciendo eso.

Lo miras hacia arriba, batiendo tus pestañas en una clara señal mientras lo chupas.

John te mira fijamente, incapaz de creer que estás de rodillas frente a él. Como si se tratara de una ilusión. Sus dedos sostienen tus mejillas con suavidad.

ᅳNo pares ᅳ gruñe, su caderas se sacuden erráticamente mientras pierde el control ᅳ quiero que lo tragues todo. Abre ᅳ lleva su mano a su longitud masajeandose a sí mismo con una mano mientras sacude la punta en tu lengua y giras alrededor de su palpitante punta ᅳ Eso es.

Su visión se vuelve borrosa con tus labios alrededor de su polla, los dientes raspan ligeramente la piel sensible. Se sacude incontrolablemente a medida que se acerca.

ᅳTe ves tan jodidamente sexy haciendo eso ᅳ dice con la respiración entrecortada.

ᅳMmm John ᅳ gimes volviendo a meterlo en tu boca profundamente.

Su aliento se atasca en su garganta cuando lo derribas otra vez, con las manos apoyadas contra la pared buscando algo a que aferrarse, intenta mantener el control. Pero es una batalla perdida.

ᅳJoder ᅳ gime en voz alta, su voz resuena por toda la habitación ᅳ no puedo aguantar mucho más.

ᅳMmmm ᅳ gimes presa del placer. Te alejas mientras rodeas si longitud con una de tus manos, masturbandolo mientras su boca se abre y tu lengua sale. Sabiendo que eso le hace perder la cabeza.

Los ojos del Capitán se fijan en los tuyos. El deseo arde brillantemente dentro de los dos. El observa mientras lo acaricias expertamente hasta el borde sin hacerlo desear nada más que el sentir tu boca sobre él otra vez.

ᅳPor favor ᅳ suplica con la voz ronca por la necesidad ᅳ no puedo soportarlo.

Entrecierras tus ojos, lo tomas otra vez hasta que toca tu garganta y lo vuelves a sacar, lamiendo a su alrededor mientras lo miras con tus grandes ojos hacia arriba. Su control se rompe cuando lo miras con esos ojos seductores. Empuja lo último a través de un gruñido y se corre con fuerza en tu boca, con las caderas erráticas.

ᅳJoder ᅳ gime en voz alta con los dedos enredándose fuertemente en tu cabello ᅳ eso fue... joder.

Sonríes, lamiendo tus labios limpiando el resto de su semen con tu lengua.

Su aliento se entrecorta en su garganta mientras ve como te limpias y como pasas tu lengua por toda su longitud sin perder absolutamente nada de él. Sus ojos nublados por el deseo, el amor, la lujuria. El calor de acumula en su vientre y se inclina para capturar tus labios en un beso áspero y exigente. Te levanta apoyandote contra la pared.

ᅳTú ᅳ gruñe contra tu boca, sus manos se deslizan debajo de tu camisa para tocar tu piel ᅳ eres mía.

ᅳ¿Lo soy? ᅳ gimes con la voz perdida, John gruñe y te gira bruscamente contra la pared quitándote el resto de la ropa. Su miembro duro de nuevo, se desliza por tu raja provocando tu entrada húmeda ᅳ Carajo John...

Los ojos de John se oscurecen con deseo mientras mira tu trasero desnudo, su necesidad de ti se hace más fuerte a cada segundo. Desliza un dedo dentro de ti lentamente, observando tus reacciones.

ᅳ¿Esto es lo que quieres? ᅳ pregunta con rudeza, la voz baja y áspera ᅳ ¿Quieres que te folle contra esta pared?

ᅳMierda, sí ᅳ.

Deja de respirar por un momento sujetando tu mentón para que lo mires sobre tu hombro y muerde tu labio inferior. Lentamente empuja otro dedo dentro de ti. Gimiendo cuando gimes suavemente.

ᅳDime lo que quieres cariño ᅳ gruñe en voz alta, besando tu cuello, su lengua traza un camino caliente a lo largo de tu piel ᅳ necesito oírlo.

ᅳQuiero que me folles, maldita sea.

Los dedos del Capitán se enroscan con fuerza alrededor de ti y los saca para afirmarse en tus caderas y hundirlos en tu piel. Su necesidad por ti se vuelve casi insoportable. Se aleja para mirarte correctamente y ve el hambre en tus ojos.

ᅳJoder ᅳ murmura en voz baja ᅳ está bien.

John alinea su polla en tu entrada y empuja con fuerza, provocando un gemido desde lo más profundo de tu interior. Se agarra de tus caderas en busca de apoyo y comienza a golpearte bruscamente contra la pared.

ᅳEstás tan jodidamente apretada ᅳ gruñe en voz alta, sus caderas chocan contra ti con fuerza ᅳ... y mojada ᅳ los dientes de John se aprietan mientras intenta mantener el control, sintiendo que lo aprietas con fuerza alrededor de su polla. Presiona su rostro contra tu cuello, con los labios y los dientes, pellizcando suavemente ᅳ joder ᅳ gruñe, con las caderas moviéndose hacia adelante ᅳ te sientes tan bien...

ᅳJohn...

Sus manos agarran tus caderas con fuerza, manteniéndote quieto mientras lleva con más fuerza contra la pared. Su respiración es irregular igual que la tuya, sus cuerpos tiemblan de necesidad.

ᅳJoder sí ᅳ gruñe de nuevo, con la cabeza cayendo hacia atrás mientras su liberación lo inunda ᅳ no puedo soportarlo más.

ᅳMe... John... me voy a... ¡Oh!.

El agarre del Capitán en tus caderas se aprieta cuando siente que te comienzas a desmoronar debajo de él. Te golpea con más fuerza, impulsando por la intensidad de todo.

ᅳSí ᅳ gime en voz alta, la voz resuena por toda la habitación ᅳ córrete para mí.

ᅳSi... si... ᅳ gimes mientras te corres alrededor de su polla ᅳ si... si...

Todo el cuerpo de John se estremece cuando te corres a su alrededor. El placer es casi insoportable. Se corre con fuerza dentro de ti, gimiendo fuertemente mientras te abraza y muerde tu hombro.

ᅳCariño... ᅳ sus labios sobre tu cuello ᅳ amor...

ᅳ¡Mmmm John!

Se queda ahí por un momento, sosteniéndote entre sus brazos fuertes, jadeando sin respiración. Finalmente sale de ti y te gira, sus ojos observan tus piernas y sube lentamente a tus ojos entrecerrados por el placer. La intensidad lo hace temblar, presionándose contra ti de nuevo. Sus manos acariciando tu rostro y los cabellos sueltos.

ᅳQuédate conmigo ᅳ murmura suevamente, metiendo un mechón de cabello detrás de tu oreja ᅳ ¿Por favor?

Lo miras fijamente, aún exaltada.

ᅳ¿Quieres que me quede?

ᅳConmigo ᅳ murmura besando tu frente, apoyando la suya con la tuya mirándote a los ojos ᅳ.

ᅳ¿Eso quieres? ᅳ.

ᅳSí ᅳ responde con una sonrisa ᅳ si quiero.

Exhalas con fuerza, con tus manos sobre su barba y entrecierras los ojos, aspirando su aroma, el olor a sexo y el suyo propio, mezclándose con el tuyo mientras su calor te quema.

ᅳEstá bien... ᅳ abres los ojos mirándolo con amor, de una forma que no puedes evitar ᅳ pero... eso significa que... ¿Vamos a volver?

John se ríe suavemente, sacude la cabeza mientras se aparta, arreglándose las ropas y metiendo todo en su lugar. Te ayuda a subirte los pantalones y te mira con determinación.

ᅳEso significa, que tu y yo... vamos a estar juntos ᅳ su voz es baja y ronca cuando acerca sus labios a los tuyos ᅳ podemos hacer que pase algo realmente especial.

ᅳVolver a intentarlo.

ᅳMás que eso ᅳ besa tus labios y te aferras a su pecho alzando una ceja ᅳ merecemos más que un simple intento más ᅳ te mira profundamente a los ojos ᅳ.

ᅳPero... debo volver a Mexico después de esto...

Te besa, profundamente por un largo segundo.

Cuando sus respiraciones son irregulares se aparta y te mira fijamente.

ᅳCásate conmigo.

[lxstfathier]

Papi

Kinktober day 13 - daddy kink

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

“Papi! you’re home!” you say loudly as soon as you hear the door open and Alejandro step inside, running straight to his arms for a tight hug after nearly two months of being apart. “I missed you”.

He holds you close to his chest, happy to finally be by your side again. However,he can’t stop thinking about those sweet words that just came out of your pretty lips, you had always called him Ale or Coronel, but papi?… that’s new, and it makes him grow hard inside his cargo pants.

“I missed you too, mi niña hermosa” Alejandro says, slowly moving his hands down you back until they reach your ass, gently groping it over your pretty dress. “Now let papi show you how much he means it, si?.

You just nod, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his neck and unzip his military jacket, way more than ready to let him do anything he wants to you.

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La Ley y La Trampa Cap. I

Advertencias: Violencia canon, cicatrices, puteadas, acento argentino, AU, cambio cosas del canon.

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“Soy lo que me enseñó mi padre El que no quiere a su patria, no quiere a su madre Soy América Latina Un pueblo sin piernas, pero que camina, ¡oye!” -Latinoamerica By Calle 13 ft. Totó la Momposina, Susana Baca, Rita María

–¿Por qué están tardando estos ingleses? ¿no dijeron que antes ’e las ocho llegaban? –La cabeza de la mujer estaba recostada sobre sus brazos cruzados en el marco de la ventana de la camioneta negra, observando la espalda ancha de Alejandro.

–En cualquier momento llegaran, ten paciencia por un momento Belén. –El coronel estaba de espalda y ella llevaba puesta una máscara, pero sabía bien que ella le hizo una mueca antes de volver adentro de la camioneta y subir el vidrio.

–Boludo –maldijo al mayor antes de inclinarse hacia delante, poniendo su mano, enguantada y con los nudillos y dorso rebosados con metal, en el hombro de Parra –. Rudy, cuando vayamos por Hassan no te esfuerces de más, al primer inconveniente o falta ‘e aire noh avisah a Vargas o a mí y te cubrimoh ¿Si? –era más una petición que una orden.

–Copiado comandante.

El contrario asintió con una sonrisa pequeña, la mujer se acomodó en su asiento mejor, sacándose el casco, poniéndolo su regazo, dejando a su cabello respirar un poco mientras comenzaba a hablar de cosas con Rodolfo, que iban a hacer cuando les dieran sus vacaciones, sus predicciones para el Mundial, hasta que el sonido de un avión militar aterrizando los interrumpió. Ambos latinos miraron hacia donde estaba Alejandro y miraron un poco a los recién llegados. La mujer se acomodó para ir a la parte trasera de la camioneta, estaría mas cómoda ahí. En ese momento el mexicano y los dos europeos llegaron al auto, los vio entrar, los conocía de las fotos que su hermano le mostraba.

–Mi segundo al mando: Subteniente Rodolfo Parra y ella es la Teniente Coronel del ejército argentino, le dicen Sulpay, ella y su equipo están con nosotros por un tema con las drogas del cártel, pero dijo que iba a ayudar con Hassan.

La mujer se movió hacia adelante, para que ellos pudieran notarla. Soap tenía una buena vista del escudo de las fuerzas especiales Santos Vega que estaba bordado en el brazo izquierdo de la mujer, eran las mismas fuerzas que Pompero, se preguntaba si se conocían.

–Le tengo miedo a los fantasmas. –habló, en tono asustado, mirando al hombre a su lado, lo había dicho en broma, eso ambos comandantes lo sabían, Alejandro sonrió y dio una media vuelta para mirar a Soap.

–¿Y a ti te dan miedo?

–No.

–Mejor así.

Rodolfo encendió el motor de la camioneta y arranco viaje, la argentina quería encender la radio, había hecho una maniobra para pasar por en medio de ambos, una mano en el suelo del auto y la otra con un USB, Soap había sido bueno en agarrarla de su chaleco para que no se cayera, pero el mexicano la detuvo al agarrar su mano, le miró, tratando de entender como lo hizo.

–Iba a poner tu canción favorita.

–Mentirosa, puedo ver en tu cara que ibas a poner La Mano de Dios. –Se dio vuelta en el asiento, mirándola a los ojos comenzando una pequeña pelea de miradas, hasta que ella se liberó del agarre y volvió a acomodarse atrás, agradeciéndole al escoses por la ayuda, arrodillada mientras se apoyaba en los asientos traseros, Alejandro era muy estúpido si pensaba que ella iba a poner La Mano de Dios, en verdad iba a poner Lo Mejor del Amor.

–Camioneta blanca, cuatro armados. –anunció MacTavish, agarrando su rifle, pero rápidamente fue detenido por la mano de la teniente coronel en su hombro.

–uesah, tranquilo. –le calmo soltando su hombro, Alejandro y Rodolfo estaban sorprendidos de que ella se estuviera comportando genuinamente de buena manera, no teniendo buenos modales simplemente por ser educada.

–Calma, aquí es normal –explicó Alejandro, calmándolo y volviendo su vista al frente –. Las armas en la calle son jurisdicción de la policía.

–¿Dónde está la policía? –pregunto el enmascarado, curioso, quería saber más sobre la situación de Las Almas, saber en dónde se estaba metiendo, el solo tenía para decir que esto no estaba en el reporte que Laswell le dio. ¿Madre cómo pudiste?

–Comprada. –respondió seria la argentina, uno o dos meses era el tiempo en que estaba en este pueblo, no la tomen a mal, apreciaba el lugar, pero prefería estar en sus propios pagos, con los suyos.

–Las Almas tiene problemas graves –Él empezó a explicar lo que la mujer dijo –. Aquí hay pocos que ejercen la ley, y los que se oponen a la corrupción, bueno, desaparecen.

–¿Qué hay del ejercito? –pregunto el escoses, mirando al coronel y a la mujer de reojo.

–Como estamos bien entrenados a los soldados nos reclutan los narcos, también en Argentina y en todo el continente.

–¿Y por qué a ustedes no?

–Crecimos aquí –Se miraron por un segundo con Rodolfo y apartaron la vista –. Nos apodan “Los Vaqueros” … nos aman –Miró hacia la vereda, estaban pasando por la iglesia, en la parte de atras, la argentina tuvo que luchar con todas sus fuerzas para no rodar los ojos, siempre le había parecido medio pesado y sorprendente la forma en la que Alejandro podía decir las cosas de manera corta, pero a la vez no yendo al punto –. Y nosotros amamos este lugar – Volteó su cuerpo para mirar a los europeos –. Y moriremos defendiéndolo.

El escoses y el inglés miraron a la mujer en medio de ambos, esperando su respuesta.

–El que no quiere a su patria, no quiere a su madre –Ghost noto que debajo de la bandera de argentina estaba otra, según sabia, esa era la bandera de una provincia del país –. no puedes pedirle a alguien que ama a su patria que la traicione.

–¿Eres de Santos Vega? –se animó a hacer la pregunta que le estaba comiendo el cerebro, quería sacarse la duda, la mayor le miro.

–Sip, después del presidente y del general yo estoy a cargo ¿Por qué la pregunta?

–Porque trabajamos con un comandante de ahí ¿no es así Ghost? –El mayor de los dos europeos asintió, también escuchando lo que decía la mujer.

–Ah sí, debe ser mi hermano menor –Ya no podía hacerse la que no los conocía porque su hermano le había contado mil y un historias de la 141, desde antes de que fueran formada –. Pompero es mi segundo al mando, él conoce a Price y trabaja con él desde el 2010, buen tipo, mis hijos y sobrinos lo aman. –Tal vez todas las explosiones en las que el escoces estuvo le hizo escuchar mal ¿había dicho hijos? Si era sincero nunca espero que alguien que escondía su cara como lo hacía su teniente los tuviera, aunque eso sería una razón por la que lo hace.

–¿Hijos?

–¡Lo sé! me veo súper joven.

No podían decir que era verdad, no veían su cara, pero decidieron creerle, Pompero no parecía tener su edad, así que, si ella era mayor que él, debía de ser cierto. Pronto pasaron un puesto de globos, en donde había un niño con su madre y al lado un joven con un arma, el escoses miró con asombro la escena para voltear a ver a su teniente.

–Niños, armas y globos, esa es nueva. –Ambos observaron a Alejandro, esperando una respuesta.

–El narco usa la generosidad para ganarse el pueblo.

–¿Hasta los niños?

–Sobre todo los niños. –En ese momento se detuvieron frente a una escena del cártel, Alejandro bajo el vidrio hasta la mitad y los europeos miraron hacia ahí, las cintas policiales evitaban que los transeúntes pisaran algo y comprometieran la evidencia, no es que les preocupe, pero era protocolo.

–¿Que paso ahí?

–Narco mantas. –respondió la mujer, mirando la escena de reojo.

–Son del cártel. –continuo Rudy, mirándolos desde el retrovisor, pero sin mirarlos verdaderamente, más que nada miraba a Belén.

–Mensajes del Sin Nombre. Advertencias, reclamo de territorio –levantó la ventanilla, dándole una señal a su amigo para que continúe manejando –. la muerte está en todos lados.

–¿Quién es el Sin Nombre?

–El Sin Nombre, el temible, es el líder del cártel de Las Almas.

–¿Dónde lo encontramos?

–No puedes, nadie sabe quién es – Una pequeña sonrisa apareció en el rostro cubierto de la argentina, quería contradecir al hombre y volver a nombrar su apuesta que tenían desde que Sin Nombre había aparecido, pero no lo hizo, pasaron por un mural dedicado al cartel y a El Sin Nombre, sí que los civiles se podían comprar fácilmente –. pero está en todas partes, y eso es un reto –Se miraron por un segundo con Rodolfo y sonrieron –. pero a Los Vaqueros nos gustan los retos. –exclamó lo último con una sonrisa divertida.

–Con esa mascara encajas bien aquí Ghost. – la pelinegra pudo sentir como el escoces movía su mano sobre su cuello, anunciando que no debía de joder con eso y como el inglés se tensaba a su lado.

–Rudy, e’toy al lado del grandote, tené piedad de mi

–Oye, calma – Le advirtió a su mejor amigo, mirándolo, para observar al frente, tiro su cabeza para atrás, molesto y la mujer chasqueo la lengua –. Punto de control, es el ejército, dobla a la derecha, vamos a evitarlos. –Rodolfo hizo lo que le ordenaron, siendo seguidos por los dos vehículos que le seguían, en estos estaban algunos vaqueros y la unidad de la pelinegra.

–¿Por qué?

–Como les dijimos, algunas tropas están bajo el mando del Sin Nombre –contesto la mujer, metiendo la trenza debajo de la campera y cerrando esta, evitaría algún accidente o alguna entrepierna de más rota.

–Está en todos lados –finalizo el mexicano, molesto –. El cártel esconde a Hassan en el pueblo cruzando el rio, esperemos que siga ahí.

Parte del camino que seguía fue en silencio, la mujer sintió que su pecho derecho vibraba, era su teléfono, se había olvidado de dejarlo en el cuartel, iba a apagarlo, pero justo le llego un mensaje del grupo que tenía con sus cinco hermanos, lo abrió, encontrando que eran dos fotos enviada por el menor de ellos en una se veía a su gemelo y a su hermana mayor siendo perseguidos por unas gallinas y en la otra era de sus hijos y sus sobrinos siendo perseguidos por una vaca, su postura se había relajado al verlas, saber que estaban a salvo era todo para ella, antes de apagar su celular, le mostro una foto de sus dos angelitos al escoces, siempre que tenía la oportunidad mostraba a sus hijos, eran su más grande orgullo. Con el escoses también hablo de sus sobrinos, él también hablo de los suyos y de escocia, ella apago su celular, guardándolo en su chaleco y siguió hablando con Soap, ambos tenían mucho en común, desde ser parte de una familia grande.

[allemantheias]

A peek into my Alejandro age gap WIP.

Not set on this name yet.

All I ever wanted.

The first time I met Coronel Vargas was when I was fourteen, at the wedding of my father and stepmother. He and the other Vaqueros were hired by my dad, a skilled lawyer, for protection.

I met him when my dad told me to bring him a cold beer, it was the middle of the summer, with fitting temperatures. The second our hands touched it shot a shock through my arm. That was the moment I fell head over heels in love with him. Me, a young teenager, in love with someone over double my age!

"Gracias cariño." He made me rush back inside with cheeks as red as tomatoes. I didn't even say a word to him, how stupid! He must've thought I was a hopeless loser!

After that day my dad kept hiring Coronel Vargas and his men for protection. Mostly for his law firm socializing parties, held once every three months. The Coronel came to our house two weeks before to talk business with my father and the plans for the event. He always said hola to me, making me blush just as crazy as the first time with the beer incident. I made it a tradition to bring him a cold beer at every party he attended, no matter if it was summer or winter. This went on for years, until I moved out of the house at seventeen, out of Las Almas, to study in Mexico City. Trying to forget about Coronel Vargas.

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I'm twenty-one now and just finished my study. I got home for the summer break, to enjoy being home before I start my job. Tonight is a welcoming party for the new recruits of the Mexican Special Forces. My stepbrother is one of them. I will see Coronel Vargas again there, after avoiding him for the past four years. I never got over him, had him in my mind every second of every day. There he is! The overly handsome man. He should be around thirty-seven now. Dios mio, he's coming my way! What do I do? "Cariño, it's been ages. You've grown up so much." Alejandro hands me a drink, instead of me giving him a drink. Our hands touch when I take the plastic cup from his hand. He holds contact with me for just a second longer than is necessary. Just like old times, he makes my cheeks blow up bright red.