#alejandro vargas fanfic

[lazybutsmexy]

Are you looking for a wife?

Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

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

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

On AO3

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

•~•~•~•~•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...Are you-"

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

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

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

•~•~•~•~•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lethalchiralium]

I’m Yours | Alejandro Vargas x Wife!Reader

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

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

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

gif not mine! @icaxrus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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[fortunatelyuniquepeach]

Rudy who's got the hots for Alejandro's girl𓆩♡𓆪

Pairing: Alejandro x Rodolfo x fem!reader

cw/tags: masturbation, nsfw.

a/n: i'm aware this have many grammer mistakes and i apologize, but i'm too burned out to edit the whole thing. enjoy🫶🏼.

Rudy was actually quite surprised when Alejandro told him he's got a girl back home, usually he'd tell him the moment he likes someone but this time was too special for him he was scared it'd be ruined if he told anyone about. rudy doesn't take it to the heart knowing how dangerous it is to be open about relationships with their job.

When they are finally back home Alejandro can't wait to introduce his two favorite people to each other, he invites Rudy over for dinner that night.

Rudy doesn't think much about it ,this isn't his first time to meet someone that Alejandro's dating. usually it goes fine ,they talk a little, maybe share a few laughs and that's about it. If he's lucky he'd meet them again but with their job, dating can be really difficult to both rudy and Alejandro.

Rudy should be there anytime soon and unlikely of Alejandro, he's a little nervous this time. maybe it's because this is the first time it's actually serious and he'd die if things don't go well between his bestfriend and his sweet sweet girl. his sweet girl who's made sure everything is perfect, She's even prepared what Alejandro has told her is Rudy's favorite meal, hoping she can bribe him into liking her with doing so.

Hearing the doorbell's ringing, she anxiously rubs her hand down her pretty sundress, the one Alejandro told her to put on telling her "With how beautiful you look in that he'll like you in no time princesa". Alejandro finally opens the door as she stands behind him, waiting for the childhood bestfriends to be done with greeting each other so she can finally say hi.

Rudy's eyes widen at the sight before him ,the pretties girl he's ever seen in an even prettier dress. "this fucking jerk" rudy thinks. Alejandro's must be behind this knowing he's got a thing for sundress. He's always done this, used his partners to mess with him as a joke, at least that's what Rudy thinks it is.

"hi rudy", it's all too much for him, the angelic voice, the innocent eyes, the sweetest fucking smile and her perfect body wrapped in a dress he thinks he'll remember forever. He has to pull himself out of his thoughts to say hi back, he tries to sound as normal as possible but the giggles she lets out at his nervousness really don't help.

Alejandro watches as he tries to hide his smirk, not wanting his princess to catch him being a dirty boyfriend who enjoys his bestfriend eating his girl with his eyes and how his cheeks warm up even more every time she speaks to him. He even enjoys the way Rudy has to pull his shirt down to hide his erection, he looks at him when he does this, and Rudy feels like he could die.

the rest of the night goes as normal as it could, Alejandro's princesa being the sweetest host ever, Rudy being a terrible friend letting it all get him hard as a rock, and Alejandro letting him know he knows.

He almost knows Rudy is going to drive lousily on his way home, distracted by the thoughts of those soft, glossy lips and those soft looking thighs, he might even forget to lock his front door just trying to get to his bedroom as quick as he can. He knows that'll he fist his cock in frustration to the thought of his girlfriend, unable to lower his moans, whimpering and whining as he'd imagine her much smaller hands stroking him up and down, and thrusting against his bed needing the smallest amount of friction to cum, and he will. Harder than ever.

And as he finally comes down from his high ,the guilt starts eating at him. His thoughts are about to eat him alive telling him what a terrible terrible man he is only to be interrupted by the sound of a ringtone of an incoming text from his phone.

"we really enjoyed having you over tonight, hermano. Same time next weekend?"

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[ruiviart]

ALE-ALE-ALEJANDROOO

I’m never drawing mask textures and backgrounds ever again/j

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[delicateray]

Alejandro and a woman who acts like Gloria from modern family 😩😩 just imagine the fics ab it🙌🙌🙌🙌

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[mlmxreader]

Family Loyalty | Alejandro Vargas x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ Alejandro

44 “No one’s gonna believe we’re a couple if you’re gonna act like this” ❞

: ̗̀➛ it's a shame that there's so little time that you and Alejandro can actually have together.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, very mild angst

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

At the best of times, neither you nor Alejandro liked to flaunt your relationship, and neither of you were particularly fond of large gatherings; but as it was winter, and as the new year was approaching, it was only natural that your family and his had arranged for everyone to meet up and to gather at one of the houses.

Neither of you were particularly fond of the idea, but when you found out that your step brother Gaz would be there, you did feel quite a fair bit of relief. You had missed him, and didn't often get the chance to see him due to his job; a Sergeant in the SAS, your brother was away from home more often than not, and with you and Alejandro often being in Los Almas, there was rarely a chance for you and your brother to actually be siblings.

But even you couldn't deny that as much as you loved your family, a large gathering was not something that you were interested in doing. Alejandro was the same, as although he knew that his right-hand man Rodolfo would be there by virtue of being his childhood best friend, he would have preferred to have a small, intimate gathering.

But neither of you could deny your families, and with some hesitation, ended up agreeing to it. Admittedly, Alejandro was a far better actor than you, and could actually pretend that he was happy to be there, whilst you stood beside him and scowled. Your arms folded across your chest as you watched everyone run around and cause havoc.

Stood in the kitchen, you were by Alejandro's side, stood directly opposite Rodolfo and Gaz as you shook your head and wished that the four of you could go somewhere quieter.

"No one's gonna believe we're a couple if you're gonna act like this," Alejandro joked softly, nudging you in the side playfully. "C'mon, amado, lighten up."

You glared at him, looking him up and down as you scoffed. "Ale... don't."

"C'mon," Gaz chided with a grin. "You're scowling so much, your face is gonna freeze like that."

"Might be an improvement," Rodolfo giggled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You rolled your eyes, huffing as you leaned into Alejandro's side. Immediately, he put his arm around you and allowed you to rest your head on his shoulder as he smiled and laughed under his breath.

"Amado," he hummed, using his free hand to search the pocket of his leather jacket. "Cigarette?"

You nodded, grumbling as you held out your hand; Alejandro dished them out, giving one to you first before handing one to Gaz and Rodolfo each and then keeping one for himself. He passed the lighter around in much the same manner, then leaned forward slightly to see if anyone had noticed. Gaz scoffed.

"My mum's a smoker," he started, "she's not gonna care."

"Our mum might not," you agreed. "But Ale's mum might."

"She won't," Alejandro admitted. "Mi madre doesn't mind."

It didn't take long for Gaz's mother to realise, quickly chastising all four of you for smoking inside before ushering you all out into the front garden; at least it was quiet, and when she gave Gaz a shopping list, he took Rodolfo with him. It was only up the road a little bit, but not by far; they would be gone for ten minutes at least and they told you and Alejandro that they would get some drinks whilst they were up there.

With the air so cold and so icy, though, you quickly found your back against Alejandro's chest as he held you tightly against himself, wrapping his jacket around so that the pockets were at your sides. A vain attempt to keep warm as you continued smoking.

It was a lot nicer than being inside amongst the chaos and the havoc, at least, and you were enjoying the little bit of one on one time that you could have with him; it wasn't often that either of you got it. He was deployed so often thanks to being a Colonel, and you rarely got the chance to see him for very long when he had breaks.

Paperwork became mountains within days, and even worse than that, he was often asked to advise other regiments on certain matters that he couldn't discuss with you. It was difficult sometimes, and you did often miss him terribly when he wasn't around, but you knew that you chose it when you agreed to marry him.

You knew the nature of his work just as much as you knew the nature of the man you had married, and nothing would change that. Alejandro loved you dearly, of course he did, and he always did his best to do right by you and to look after you.

But even he found it difficult with the long distances and the frequent disappearances; he wanted to be with you, to actually be your husband without there being any interruptions, but it seemed like that just wouldn't happen.

He couldn't even get his forty-second birthday off two months ago, let alone be able to spend it with you the way that he wanted to; he rarely even got your birthday off, let alone his own. But it was just the nature of his job, and there was nothing he could do to change it even though he wished he could.

"I've missed you," he admitted quietly against your ear. "I really have."

"I know," you hummed. "It's a shame that we only ever get time like this when everyone else seems to want our attention."

Alejandro nodded, tugging you a little closer as he swallowed thickly. "But little time is better than none."

"True," you agreed quietly, turning around so that you could look into his big brown eyes. "Maybe one day we'll have enough time."

"Hopefully," he gently traced your jaw, daring to grin. "Do you wanna go inside and get to the quiche before Gaz?"

"Absolutely," you laughed as you grinned back at him. "And the tinnies."

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[ahsoknight]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas Characters: Rodolfo Parra, Alejandro Vargas Additional Tags: Past Valeria Garza/Alejandro Vargas, Fluff without Plot, Stargazing, Established Relationship, Reminiscing, They're not married but they're married, Staring, A lot of Staring, Alejandro Vargas Loves Rodolfo Parra, Rodolfo Parra Loves Alejandro Vargas, The Sun and The Moon dynamics, Rodolfo is The Sun, Alejandro is The Moon, canon? i don't know her, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, "It's always been you", Protective Rodolfo Parra, Soft Alejandro Vargas, Everyone knows they're soulmates, Valeria Garza likes to meddle, Author supports women's wrongs Summary:

While stargazing with Rodolfo, Alejandro thinks about their life together, the love they've been sharing for their whole existence. And he realises that the only thing he wants from life is to be by his side, forever.

/!\ Not a native English speaker

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[empresskylo]

call of duty ೃ⁀➷ NSFW headcanons

↳ includes: ghost, price, soap, and alejandro.

⋆｡°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, rough sex

cod masterlist | main masterlist

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓

Ghost

♡ ghost has a size kink for sure. loves being bigger/taller than you. loves towering over you. loves covering your whole body when he fucks you.

♡ he’s a growler (-: i mean, his voice is just really deep and that in combo with his accent causes him to make growling-esque noises in bed.

♡ but he was really quite quiet when you first fucked. he was used to having to be silent when he jerked off because teammates were always around somewhere. and so he didn’t even realize how quiet he was being until you said something. he was even a bit shy at first but once you showed him how much his sounds got you off, he was glad to oblige and let loose.

♡ he doesn’t like to “choke” you, but he likes to rest his hand around your neck in a firm hold allowing him to hold you steady so he can fuck you deeper.

♡ he’s rather simple. he likes a few basic positions. it gets the job done. he doesn't see the need for any wild or crazy positions when fucking you missionary, doggy style, or against a wall gets both of you off. he will do new stuff with you if you ask tho.

♡ really likes to praise you. he’s got a praise kink but only for being the praiser lol. he loves to tell you how good you feel, how pretty you look, how well you’re taking him. especially when you react to his words, fuck, he loves knowing he can do that to you.

♡ however, when you praise HIM, he gets all flustered and legit fucking blushes! my guy isn’t used to soft compliments, only ones about his combat skills. so when you say sweet things to him like how good he feels, how hot he looks, how turned on he makes you, how perfect he feels inside you, how badly you want him… he blushes. every. time.

♡ professional pussy eater. he very much enjoys going down on you, usually touching himself simultaneously. he’ll yank you to the end of the bed and wrap his arms around your thighs to hold you down. he likes when you ride his face too. he’s been known to get you off like that and make the two of you late. he moans a lot too when you ride his face. loves when you use him to get off and he can't help but moan at that.

♡ he has fucked you with the handle of his knife before and then made you lick it clean.

♡ gets a perverted sense of gratification when he sees you limping after fucking you senseless.

♡ has a breeding kink. he accidentally let it slip one day when he was fucking you, just about to come, when he moaned out in strained breaths “i need. to fucking. breed you.” (my brain: *414 error*) it doesn’t necessarily mean he wants kids, but he just loves the idea of getting you pregnant/coming inside you/breeding you.

♡ definitely a dom. but can be a sub when need be. he wasn’t sure about being submissive at first, but he’s learned to love it. he likes when you boss him around and tell him what you want. even likes it when you edge him and don’t let him finish, dragging it out painfully. but that’s only occasionally, he usually likes to be the one in control.

♡ comes the hardest when you tell him you love him as you're orgasming. he's a romantic at heart.

Price

♡ daddy kink.. i mean… com’on! he gets flustered as fuck when you call him that in public. usually, you’ll say it quietly or whisper it to him. it’s a rare sight to see Price so flustered. and he definitely punishes you when you get home. (that’s if you even make it home. as long as no one can see, he’ll fuck you anywhere)

♡ wants a video of you for when he’s away. you were shy at first so he just recorded your lower half while he was fucking you, the only thing visible was where your bodies were connecting. but he could hear all your moans in the video and that was plenty for him. he’s watched the video countless times.

♡ keeps a naughty polaroid of you in his wallet

♡ reallyyy likes to go down on you. he would spend the rest of his life between your thighs if he could.

♡ loves to tease you and make you beg. he’ll have you on your knees, begging him to fuck you. and of course that gives the cheeky bastard an aura of arrogance, but it’s hot on him so its ok.

♡ he specifically likes to tease you while you’re training together. watching the way you get flustered and try to ignore his innuendos and subtle hand movements on the more intimate parts of your body. then, when he has you alone, he’ll make it seem like you were the one causing all the distractions. he’ll stay fully clothed and strip you down, fingering you while you stifle your moans. “this why you were distracted today, love? thinkin’ bout my fingers inside of you?” (when, in fact, you were trying to train and he was the one being all cheeky)

♡ over the clothes... he is fond of letting you ride his thigh, both of you fully clothed (that, or you're in underwear and he's fully clothed). sometimes he'll fuck you with everything on, dry humping you so aggressively that you come harder than you ever have. my guy is good at what he does.

♡ quite intense and intimidating when having sex. he's demanding in a way that makes you nervous and embarrassed. always making you say things that make your face heat. "is this want you want, pretty girl? gonna have to say it. unless you want me to stop?" "tell me what you want, love. use your words." "you want me? where? gotta spell it out for me."

Soap

♡ doesn’t love the fact that you might get off to porn when he's not around, so he sends you audios of him jerking off, whining and moaning loudly for you. he gets so turned on when you tell him you got off to his video.

♡ likes to switch between being dominant and submissive. he’ll fuck you hard and fast, make you beg, tell you what to do, and edge you until you’re a crying mess. but he also likes it when you take control, riding him and stopping just as he’s about to finish, making him whine and whimper as you suck his dick, not letting him touch you as you tease him mercilessly, likes when you wrap your hand around his neck as you ride him.

♡ likes when you scratch him up. he wears all the marks you give him proudly and secretly likes being teased by the guys about it. he'll even tell you to be rougher on him. "bite down, love, I can take it."

♡ loves blowjobs. and loves finishing on your face with your tongue out. he finds it so hot when you lick your lips, his cum dripping down your chin.

♡ likes to be slow and gentle with you, dragging it out. he wants to take his time with you. and he'll do whatever you say or want. he's constantly making sure you're doing good or you like what he's doing. Sometimes you end up getting a bit frustrated, "yes, johnny, that feels fucking fantastic, now shut up and fuck me!" "yes, ma'am!"

♡ aftercare involves cleaning you up. taking a shower together. lame jokes. braiding your hair. giving you his sweatshirt to wear. and spooning you.

♡ almost came in his pants the first time he saw you in sexy lingerie that you bought just for his viewing pleasure.

♡ has a slight oral fixation and likes to keep his mouth busy the entire time. he's always kissing or nipping somewhere on you. he loves kissing your neck, jaw, chest, just anywhere really. he often groans into the kisses, making you swallow them.

Alejandro

♡ "if you're a good girl and don't come until i tell you, i'll make you come over and over again"

♡ for some reason, he likes to leave hickeys on your inner thighs, teasing you mercilessly as he kisses you everywhere below your hips except where you need him most.

♡ he lives for teasing. he wants you a withering mess before he even considers giving you what you need. will have you crying because of how bad you want him. those are his favorite tears from you.

♡ he will overstimulate the fuck outta you too. you come at least 3 times every time you fuck. and he'll threaten to keep going, your core throbbing in painful overstimulation, unless you do exactly as he says.

♡ leaves bruises and scratch marks all over you. but he also expects the same in return. both of you look like you got into a gnarly brawl every time you fuck. "jesus christ, were you two fucking in there or wrestling a wild bear?"

♡ he is amazing at aftercare, a big switch up from the dominant, rough sex. he'll clean you up while muttering little praises. he'll carry you to the bathroom, sometimes taking a warm bath with you and washing your hair. he'll get you situated into clean comfy clothes and curl you up into him in bed. whatever you need, he'll do.

♡ likes the thrill of getting caught. he doesn't actually want to get caught, but it's the rush of it all. he's down to fuck anywhere. he's sneaky too and can be really subtle about touching you under the table, or in a dark corner of the bar, or on the roof while you're on watch duty. but he definitely prefers when you can both let loose and be loud.

#ghost #simon riley #ghost smut #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod #cod headcanons #simon riley smut #ghost headcanon #ghost cod #ghost fanfic #simon riley fanfic #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #fluff #angst #ghost angst #cod mw2 #smut #alejandro vargas #johnny mactavish #soap #soap cod #captain price #john price #alejandro varggas headcanon #captain price headcanons #soap headcanons

[lazybutsmexy]

"V"

Alejandro Vargas x reader (GN)

Warning: pure tooth rotting fluff, pillow talk with Alejandro, marriage talk, very fluffy, you're both very smitten with each other

Word count: 1012

On AO3

A/N: I may have humbled him before but I still love him very much 🫶♥️

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"What about rings?"

His voice was rough and whispered, like the rumble of a distant thunder. It vibrated in his chest, where you rested your cheek, and it kept you warm. It was a quiet night for once, yet neither of you could sleep. 

Los Vaqueros had made an important effort since Valeria was detained, and managed to take control of most of Las Almas now that most of the cartel's groups were headless. Little by little, Las Almas recovered, and many civilians that had left the city because of the cartel's activities, came back to help rebuild. Los Vaqueros became a symbol of hope and stubbornness; they wouldn't give in to the cartel so easily. 

It gave you hope as well. Maybe the day when you and Alejandro would finally be able to start your own families in a much safer Las Almas wasn't so far away. And this hope led to more frequent talks about the future - talks that had been shushed or postponed many times. Now, it felt safe to talk. 

"In this economy?" You quipped and he chuckled lowly, his fingers never stopping their ministrations on your naked back. Your arm rested on his stomach, enjoying the rise and fall whenever he took a breath. You both knew that in this line of work, moments like these were hard to come by. So you were both taking your time, enjoying each other as long as you were both still conscious. 

He tenderly took your hand and placed a kiss on your ring finger. "You know very well that I'd go to hell itself just to get the perfect ring for mi amor," you stared at him with a dopey grin at his words, knowing he meant every word. Honestly, this man could wrap a twig around your finger and call it a day, you would still be head over heels for him. But he was a passionate man, everything he wanted to do, he did it with his whole heart and soul. 

"Mi Alejandro," you cooed, turning your hand to cup his cheek and stroke it tenderly, "las cosas que me dices…" 

Alejandro grinned and brought you impossibly closer to him, his legs tangled with yours and he leaned down, pressing your foreheads together. He thanked the darkness in the room for hiding his blushing face, although you could feel the warmth under your hand. Hearing you calling him yours never failed to make him giddy - he wanted to be yours completely, not only in words, but also have that stupid little paper that said you were married. 

"Yo tenía otra idea," you continue, your thumb stroking his cheekbone and then slowly moving  down his jaw and neck, until it rested on his chest, right above his thundering heart, "we can definitely have the rings for the ceremony, but it would be dangerous on the job, no?" 

Alejandro hummed and pursued his lips, his hand finding a home on your waist as he traced little shapes on your skin. Of course he knew that wearing rings while on the job would be risky - he wouldn't wear his unless he was off-duty. However, he had a small wish in the back of his heart that you wouldn't want to continue being a soldier once Las Almas was freed from the cartel and you both got married. He knew better than that, of course. You were just as passionate as him, and you loved Las Almas just as he did, even though you weren't born there. He just wanted to keep you away from harm, and once you officially - and legally - became part of his family, you would become a target, not just for the soldier you were anymore, but because you would be his most loved one.

"So," you continue, completely unaware of the lagoon in his mind, "maybe we could get matching tattoos," he blinked at you and your grin grew, you have obviously thought about this before, "something small, something that carries a lot of meaning for the both of us, and we can keep it hidden from those we don't want to know."

"... You know that I would gladly get your name tattooed across my chest if you asked me to, no?," he mumbled against your lips, and nearly swallowed the giggle that escaped you.

"Es neta, Ale!," you chuckled against his lips before giving him a short kiss. You pulled back with a grin and enjoyed the little whine that escaped him when you did, "I even thought of what we should get tattooed."

"Eh?," He nuzzled your cheek, his arms fully encircling your body and flushing you to him, "and what is that, mi vida?"

"'V', solo eso," you grinned and kissed his cheek, "it can mean a lot of things, like vitalidad, valentía…"

Alejandro smiled and nuzzled your shoulder with a hum, "...valor, visión…" 

You smiled as he caught on, and pulled back to cup his face and kiss his forehead, "Vida," his nose, "Vaqueros," and finally you spoke against his lips, "Vargas." 

A chill ran down his entire body, as it suddenly dawned on him that you were openly telling him you wanted his name on your skin. Alejandro knew he could be a bit possessive, but the sole thought of his initials on your skin opened a door to a whole new world of feelings. 

You let out a breathy laugh, quite proud of yourself for delivering the punchline so successfully. You didn't know how to admit to him that you had wanted this from the moment you both shared your first kiss. Now that you had thrown caution off the window, and you were drunk in love and affection, and drowning in the arms of the man you loved so much, you finally spoke your desires, and he had listened. 

Alejandro's smile grew impossibly wider as he pulled you into a searing kiss, tears stinging his eyes as he moaned your name.

"...ay, mi amor," he groaned, finally pulling back and staring into your eyes, "las cosas que me dices…"

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas cod #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas fanfic #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw2 fanfic #alejandro vargas fluff

[lethalchiralium]

Alejandro who’s S/O gets captured, and when he rescues her, she’s moments away from death, but everything turns out okay, because we like happy endings in this household. 😭

Back To You | Alejandro Vargas x Wife!Reader

a/n: you guys got me fucked up. how can i be more in love with alejandro??? shits crazy. alejandro is a sensitive man underneath his whole military facade. good men cry. if you don’t believe that or like it, get off my blog please 🤍

warnings: mentions of blood, injury, guns, kidnapping. vague mentions of torture.

summary: Alejandro lost himself when he found his home broken into, you were gone and the gun he gave you to protect yourself left on the floor of the living room.

This would be the last place Alejandro would be searching before settling Las Almas ablaze. The damn cartel had enough nerve to break into his home and take what he cared for the most - his wife.

He was nervous. Yes, you knew how to protect yourself for the most part, it was evident when Alejandro saw the pistol he had given you on the floor of your home, ten of the thirteen bullet fired. He was also nervous, seeing so much blood in his home.

The warehouse was quiet now, his team had killed most of the targets and now he was running through hallways. Kicking down doors, clearing cells that were empty to begin with - he was beginning to lose faith.

Mi sol, mi sol, ¿Dónde están?

He had knocked down twenty doors before he found the last one, his heart in his throat. He turned to Rodolfo behind him. The Sergeant Major nodded to him, keeping his rifle up as Alejandro looked back to the wooden door. He raised his leg, slamming his foot into it. The door splinted into pieces as it slammed into the wall, Alejandro moved forwards with his rifle in his hands. The flashlight on the gun shined around the room, another concrete room with just a metal chair in the middle. He stepped into the room, moving towards the chair.

Fresh blood.

“Pendejo!” A voice screeched before a weight was attached onto Alejandro’s back, forcing him to stumble forwards. He twisted while his hands went up and grabbed the arm around his throat, pulling it away.

“Y/N! Y/N, it’s us!” He heard Rudy shout, the weight on his back stopped moving. Alejandro felt the weight quickly slide off of him, he whipped around so fast to see you. His bleeding heart ruptured, and a tidal wave ensued as soon as he saw your bloody face, scared and tearful.

“Ale.” Your voice was nothing compared to your war cry only moments before, it was barely a whisper as you held your hands close to your chest. “Ale.” He watched as the small shiv in your hands dropped to the floor, mutely clattering against the concrete.

His arms reached for you, you dove into him. His hands dug into your hair and his other arm pulled you tight, but you loudly winced. He let go, still holding your head as he looked down to you. “Where are you hurt?” He wiped away blood from your forehead, but it kept coming. “Rudy.”

Rudy immediately marched over, handing the Colonel some alcohol wipes.

“Lo siento, mi sol. No te protegí lo suficiente.” He whispered, wiping away dried blood and tears from your face, his stomach twisted into knots. “I will do better to protect you.”

“Ale,” Rudy’s voice sounded with urgency, “tu esposa sangra mucho por la espalda. Necesitamos que la evacúen.”

His eyes widened, more tears came from your eyes.

“Is that true? You need to tell me how bad you’re hurt!” His voice raised a little, throwing the wipe away before moving away to inspect the t-shirt and long pants you were in. There was a large collection of gashes on your stomach, arms sliced up - you looked as if you were going to pass out.

Your tears fell faster and you barely got a word out before you collapsed into him, his entire body going into emergency mode. He immediately swung you into his arms, “Keep your eyes open, my love, c’mon.”

Your face rolled into his vest, eyes barely open as he shouted to his friend, “¡Vamos, Rudy! ¡Tenemos que irnos!”

Alejandro kept you close to him as Rudy led him back through the building, your head rolling back and forth as he ran.

“Ale.”

He glanced down to you, seeing your beautiful eyes gaze up at him. The eyes he had loved for years. “Yes, my love?”

“Os amo. Lo siento.”

Your eyes fluttered closed, and you wouldn’t hear your husband’s screams for you to wake, to look at him again. You wouldn’t hear his cries, begging for you to stay with him. Your body began to feel cold, blossoming from the stab wounds in your back - heartbeat in your ears as the feeling of your husband carrying you began to fade away into nothingness.

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It wouldn’t be until you wake in your bed days later that you would see your husband again, his eyes on you as tears ran down his face. He held your hands up to his lips, placing kisses to them as he pressed his thankfulness to God for saving you.

“Ale, what…” You coughed a little, your whole body ached. “Happened?”

“You’re going to be okay, mi sol.”

Your husband had a flood of tears run down his face, holding your hands to his head and letting small sobs leave his body. You had fought your attackers hard to see Alejandro again, but it hurt to see him sobbing into your skin. You whispered to him, “No llores, estoy aquí.”

“I-I failed you.” His voice cracked, his eyes finally peering over your hands he held, his deep brown eyes growing red from irritation. “I didn’t protect you-“

“You didn’t know I was in danger.”

“Mi sol, you will always be in danger because of me.” Tears ran down his face, he pressed a kiss to your skin. “Forgive me.” Another kiss before he pressed his forehead into your hands, you could feel the sobs shuddering his whole body. “Forgive me, my love.”

You murmured to him, “Todavía me protegiste, me salvaste. Sé que siempre vendrás por mí.” The broken man squeezed your hands, sobs still erupting from his lips before you moved your hands away from his. He let them, his teary eyes looked and watched as you gently pet his hair, coming it away from his face. Guilt was written all over his face, you wished you could wipe it away like his warm tears. “You still came when I needed you.”

He let out a huff through his nose, his hands settled next to your side. “I broke my promise to you to keep you safe from harm. Te lo prometí y te lastimaste.”

Your hand rested on his cheek. “I don’t care about broken promises.” Your thumb swiped away the constant stream of tears. “Listen to me. Your job is dangerous, I know that. I know that people will do anything to hurt you, and that would include hurting me.” Your other hand gently brushed his dark hair from his face as you whispered, “I don’t ever have to question that you protect me the best you can, and I don’t have to question that you will always save me if something happens.”

His hands found purchase on your wrists, squeezing his eyes shut to try and stop his tears.

“Las Almas needs you, my love.” You muttered, your other hand settled on his other cheek so you held his face in your hands. “Look at me.” His eyes opened, he took in stuttering breaths and you wiped away his tears. “I’m alive because of you, Alejandro. Many other innocent people are alive because of you.”

“You almost died.” He shook his head. “Eres el amor de mi vida, I can’t live without you.”

“Alejandro Vargas, you haven’t been listening.” You shook his head a little, his eyebrows furrowed. “You protect me the best you can, I’m very grateful. You’re doing your best, my love. That’s all I ask for.”

He nodded, moving to the side to kiss your palm gently before leaning his face into your touch.

“You can’t break your other promise though, Ale.”

His dark eyes flickered to yours, a smile on your face.

“You promised to get me a dog.”

He laughed a little. “A big dog, no?”

“A big dog with spots, Ale. Your wife demands it.”

He kissed your palm again, thanking God again in his heart for keeping you alive so he could admire your smile.

“Anything to help me keep you safe, mi sol.”

#alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x wife!reader #alejandro vargas x fem!reader #alejandro vargas x f!reader #colonel alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas mw2 #alejandro vargas cod #alejandro vargas fanfic #lethalchiralium #lethal chiralium

[lxstfathier]

i heard that you’re writing for Alejandro again? 👀 omggg so do you know that military colonels earn a lot of money?? any thoughts on that??? pleaseee i’ll take anything about that man spoiling and providing for reader 🥹

You heard right anon! i’m back and ready to be a gross whore again 🤓

And omg it’s almost as if you read my mind or something cuz you have no idea how much i’ve dreamed about that 😩 so let’s get to the point…

I had to look on the internet and it says that his monthly salary as a colonel can go from 70k to 120k mexican pesos. Probably he gets the highest pay. And that doesn’t make him super rich but it’s a good amount of money, enough to have a nice life.

Now, with that being said, yes, he is able to spoil you the way you’ve always dreamed of.

When you first start dating (granted that you’re not in the military as well) he likes to give you big bouquets of flowers every time he’s able to take you out on a date. Here in mexico they’re called “ramo buchon” so yeah, he gives you those for sure.

When the relationship progresses, he starts buying you jewelry, specially a necklace with his initial on it. And also some clothes for you to wear and look pretty, like short dresses in your favorite color, because he loves to see your beautiful legs and the soft skin of your cleavage.

If you get married, you better believe that Ale is gonna take the provider role super seriously. I totally see him as a man who aims for a traditional family. So he’s gonna do anything to ensure that you’re happy and well taken care of. He’ll buy you a big house, in a small town to keep you a secret from everyone, and pulls some strings to get you one of those highly trained dogs to protect you from any harm while he’s gone.

Whether you want to work or not, that’s your decision, but he would prefer you not to. Why would you do that when he already gives you everything you need? it’s better to spend your time shopping online, going to the local market, getting your nails done or learning new food recipes.

The only thing he expects in return is a pretty wife who runs to his arms every time he comes back home, a sweet little thing that distracts him from all the violence that he’s used to deal with <3

#i just rambled some thoughts lmao sorry #but that’s my dream life fr #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas fanfic #call of duty fanfic

[fortunatelyuniquepeach]

You've always got me𓆩♡𓆪

pairing: Alejandro vargas x gn!reader

a/n: this is inspired by @alewesker and their post!

so it's mentioned that one of alejandro's favourite things about having a smaller partner is that he gets to help them with getting things from a high shelf or maybe just anywhere they can't reach.

But what if his partner is so stubborn and won't ask for help?

for example, first time they are in a situation where they are spending the night at Alejandro's place, and they need to get a cup but it's at the highest shelf. They immediately start looking around for a chair to help them reach whatever they want, but even then they need to be on their tip toes to get it. Alejandro's watching from afar quietly a little confused, why didn't they ask for help? But he decides to not stress over it. They'll probably ask for help next time.

But he was so wrong. It's happened more three times and each time he waited for them to even just look at him but they still didn't, thinking they don't need his help.

Alejandro didn't want to push it, he really didn't. he couldn't stop himself they next time it happened, this time he couldn't be quiet anymore, instead, he walk up to them, grabbing the chair before they can grab it.

"why won't you ask for my help?" he says gently with a small pout on his mouth.

"what do you mean honey?" they answer confused. what could they possibly need his help with?. "you know what I mean mi vida , I could easily get you what you want, you know I won't even need a chair" this time he answers with a smirk, trying to lighten up after he might've seemed upset.

"oh I can do it myself"

"but you don't have to"

this time they take a few seconds to reply, taking his words in. he's right, they don’t have to. they don’t have to do everything on their own. even with something as small as getting a cup form a high shelf, they don’t have to shy away from asking for help especially if it's from their partner.

"I guess you're right. I'm sorry i just really never think about asking for help. I kind of gotten used to do everything on my own"

He lets go of the chair and his hand reaches out to his partner's face instead, holding them so gently before he answers so softly, "i know baby but i'm here now. You don't have to do everything on your own, you can always ask for my help with anything no matter how small or how big. Okay?"

"okay", they answer back. their lips curved into a warm, loving smile, holding onto his hands. they can finally let go. It can be over only if they let it be, they are not on their own anymore, they don't have to be.

#alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #alejandro mw2 #mw2022 #cod mwii #cod #alejandro vargas fluff #alejandro x y/n #colonel alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas fanfic #cod fluff #Alejandro Vargas x gn!reader #mw2 x reader #gn!reader #modern warfare #cod x y/n #peach

[phantasmagoria-in-neverland]

COD men and what article of clothing of theirs they prefer to see you in.

John Price is an elegant gentleman, he loves putting his coat over your shoulders when you're cold. He always holds it for you to help you put it on, and he adjusts the collar as his fingers gently brush against your neck. His coat is big, warm and it smells like him, and he adores the way you burrow yourself into it. During the colder months, he keeps an extra jacket in his car that he can wear if he gives you the one he had on, and if you fall asleep while you're not at home, John always gently lays his coat over you like a blanket. 

Simon “Ghost” Riley is an absolute sucker for the way you look in his hoodies, and although he never says it out loud, he gets a certain look in his eyes that speaks a thousand words in his place. They're oversized even on him, and they fit his style perfectly: black with the occasional skull/edgy design of some sorts. He especially loves it if your style is even just a little bit different from his, the contrast makes him melt. He never asks you to wear his hoodies, but he does leave them lying around in a way that is very obvious.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish goes feral every single time he sees you in his boxers. It doesn't even have to be sexual, just the intimacy of it makes him go wild. It's something that you simply don't share with anyone else, sure, someone else might lend you their jacket, but no one else but him can lend you something as intimate as his boxers. If you also wear boxers he is more than happy to trade, if you don't, he will not so jokingly insist that his underwear is way more comfortable than whatever you're wearing.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick puts his signature cap on your head every time he isn't wearing it or he isn't on a mission. It's the most him thing he owns, and he thinks there's something incredibly intimate (and attractive) about seeing you wearing it. He's sharing with you the one thing he wears that truly feels like it represents him, and he'd love it if you did the same for him. Sometimes he helps you put it on almost reverentially, other times, he pulls the visor over your eyes and chuckles like it's the funniest thing in the world.

Alejandro Vargas loves when you wear his shirts. It's a bit of a classic, but he loves the difference between how they look on him, tight and accentuating his muscles, and how they look on you, with the neckline wide enough for small flashes of your collarbones to peek out. Wear his shirt as a dress, even just once, and he will never shut up about how much of a breathtaking sight you make. He subconsciously starts buying colours he thinks will suit you, and the wide grin he gets when he sees you in them could light up an entire city.

Rodolfo Parra prefers to give you the most comfortable, cozy clothes he owns. It can vary from a warm sweater, to comfortable joggers, to a loose T-shirt. Whatever makes you feel the most at home is immediately transferred from his wardrobe and into yours. And if you prefer it when they still smell of him, he'll either take the care of wearing them just to give them back to you, or give you a bottle of his perfume that you can spray on whenever you want to. Most of all, he has a gigantic soft spot for seeing you in an article of clothing that has sentimental value and meaning to him.

Phillip Graves loves to give you clothes that are very easily recognisable as his, like the blue button ups that he always wears. He adores seeing how comfortable you look in them while you wear them at home, maybe paired with high socks. And he adores it even more when you style them properly to wear them outside the house, in a way that makes it clear that you're happy to let everyone know who your man is. Either way, his eyes are glued to you for the whole day while you are wearing his shirts, a smug smile on his face.

König always gives you small pieces of himself, small things that remind you of him but that are subtle enough not to bring other people's attention to it. He likes that it's something only the two of you know about, something you keep for yourselves. The things he gives you always change, it could be a ring one day, then a necklace, a scarf, or even a bag. And in the privacy of your home, he adores seeing you in his mask, as he shares the intimate part of himself he never shares with anyone else.

Alex Keller literally gives you free reign over his closet. Everything that is his is yours as well, you don't even have to ask. He'll even change his outfit for the day if he sees you wearing something he was planning on putting on. When he goes shopping, he often asks you to accompany him, so that you can help him choose the pieces that you think would look best on him, and also the pieces that he knows you'll want to steal later. He also adores wearing his clothes after you've borrowed them, your smell still lingering comfortingly on them.

#phantasmagoria and storytelling 🥀 #gender neutral reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #cod headcanons #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #soap x reader #Johnny mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #rudy x reader #rudy cod #konig call of duty #konig x reader #phillip graves #graves x reader #philip graves x reader #Alex keller x reader #alex keller cod

[ramvur]

[for people with screen readers u can find the alt text in each image description]

3 times gaz was the rizz master vs 1 time he was the puppy-eyes king

#sorry the rizz i gave kyle on that first 141 drawing stuck with me and i had to do smth abt it #imagine being so pretty u unintentionally rizz up ur entire squad #he's a bit intentional with price #gaz has pretty privilege in my heart #i rly like those fanfics that are like x times something happened vs 1 time so i kinda tried doing that here #anyway #the tags #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #alejandro vargas #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #cod alejandro #cod gaz #cod soap #cod ghost #cod price #kyle ilysm #task force 141 #tf 141 #pricegaz #call of duty fanart #fanart #cod mw2 fanart

[mlmxreader]

Can You Hear the Music? | Alejandro Vargas x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Alejandro

28 “How can you be jealous right now?” ❞

: ̗̀➛ No one can ever make you happier than Alejandro... but one thing can.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking

↳ @mockerycrow

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

The bass pounded loudly, mixing with the drums and main guitar as it shook the entire arena; Alejandro was stood beside you, mopping sweat from his brow as he suddenly regretted wearing a hoodie.

Outside was freezing, but with the pyrotechnics and the crowd, it was getting close to sweltering for Alejandro; he grabbed the hem of his hoodie, as well as the hem of his shirt, and quickly tugged it over his head, tying it around his waist.

You looked at him, grinning as you looked him up and down; daring to grin. He didn't seem to notice when you started singing and dancing along again, completely enthralled by you and utterly hypnotised.

He made the right choice in getting you the tickets for your anniversary; it wasn't really his type of music, his taste swayed more towards bands like Slipknot and Rammstein, but he was more than happy to see you so fucking ecstatic.

"Fränder, bröder, vår stormaktstid är över! Vårt rike blöder, fanan står i brand! Aldrig, aldrig, aldrig återvända! Svea stormaktstid till ända! Ambition och en strikt religion! Drev svensken uti krig!" Your voice rang out louder than the band, and Alejandro couldn't help but to nearly stumble over his own feet.

You were fucking stunning, singing at the top of your lungs with such passion that he found it difficult to compare it to anything; you were where you belonged, after all, and he had certainly made the right decision.

Laughing a little to himself as he pulled you to his side, kissing your temple sweetly as he hummed to himself. You tilted your head to the side, eyeing him for a moment as you squinted at him.

"What?"

"You only do that when someone's flirting with me!" You shouted over the music, laughing. "How can you be jealous right now?!"

Alejandro giggled, shaking his head. "No, amor! You're just so happy! I love it!"

You rolled your eyes, grinning as you did your best not to shake your head at him. But he was being honest.

Alejandro had not seen you so happy in what seemed like forever; the only time that ever rivalled it was when he had agreed to watch the extended editions of The Lord of The Rings with you... even if he did fall asleep by the first hour.

He rarely got the chance to see you so happy; often away on deployment or stationed at the training fields, Alejandro barely ever got the chance to see you happy, let alone be the cause of it.

He could never understand why you had stayed with him for so long, but he appreciated it, he appreciated you.

There was no one in the world he would have loved to call his spouse more than you. In truth, he adored you massively, so much so that he would have done anything for you.

If you asked him for the moon, he would have put a lasso around it and pulled it down into the front garden.

If you asked him for the crown jewels, he would have shot every last English royal to get them for you.

If you asked, Alejandro would have done it for you; he knew full well, though, that it went both ways. If he asked, you would have done it. If he wanted something, you would have gotten it for him.

Utterly and completely devoted to one another in every sense.

The show was coming to a close, though, and as the band said their final goodbyes after their last encore, you turned to Alejandro, and grabbed him by the back of the neck. He grinned when you planted a kiss to his lips, immediately kissing you back and pulling you closer, as much as he could.

You were so fucking happy, he couldn't help but to be infected by it. Spending a lifetime at war, constantly having to see destruction and death at every turn, of course he was more than happy to have a spouse who reminded him that there was good in the world, and that that good was worth fighting for.

But once the band had finished, he brought you outside with him, and as he tugged his hoodie and shirt back on, you sat on the smoking area steps, grinning at him.

Alejandro couldn't put a price on such a smile, it was the single most precious thing in the world and he would have done anything to see it. He could never say that your smile was anything but priceless.

"Cigarette?" You hummed, and when he sat beside you, you handed him one. "Thank you for this, by the way. I know they're not really your thing."

Alejandro shook his head as he took a drag from his cigarette and put his arm around you. "I got to see you smile. That makes it more than worth it."

You grinned, looking at him so fucking fondly that it nearly made him faint. "I love you so much."

"I know," he hummed. "Do you wanna go to the merch stand after this? I'll buy you whatever you want."

"Do you mean it?" You asked with a hopeful stare.

Alejandro nodded as he did his best not to laugh so fucking fondly. "Of course! You're my spouse, mi amor, mi corazón."

You nudged him with your shoulder as you laughed softly. "What'd I ever do to deserve you?"

He shrugged, pursing his lips for a moment. "You got lucky, same as I did."

Softly, you stole a kiss. "I love you. You're the best husband in the world."

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[lunarduty]

𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝘼𝙎 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀

☾ definition: dacryphilia refers to sexual pleasure or arousal from seeing tears or hearing the sounds of crying. 141 + ALEJANDRO + RUDY + GRAVES X F!READER TAGS | nsfw, smut, crying, mention of a safe word, f!dom, overstimulation, orgasm denial WC | 3,099

JOHN PRICE

… sees you cry and praises.

if john could see your eyes right now, he’d tell you not to be embarrassed. would probably coo at you like a prized horse. ask you what was wrong, and if there was anything he could do to help.

problem was, you weren’t sure what it was you were crying over - the bite of wood against your skin, or john’s tongue between your thighs.

both were agonizing in their own ways. both BURNED with something that hurt too good to admit. both demanded your attention, but as always, john eventually won the fight for it. the tiny little scrapes and bumps caused by the old wood of his desk had started to numb when the tears came. john’s fingers pushing into your cunt acted as a sort of balm. you couldn’t feel anything but him.

his broad shoulders had kept your legs spread for far too long at this point, so they eventually began to ache too. they tremble and quake around john’s shoulders. you know he feels it, and thinks it’s because of his tongue and fingers.

he’s not far from the truth.

and just as soon as john’s eyes shoot up, you’re throwing your head back. eyes squeezing shut, shuddering breath disguised behind a moan, hoping to just cum on his mouth and he doesn’t have to know he caused the tears that seem to burn your eyes. he’s kept you on the edge for so long, it wouldn’t be hard to simply focus on his tongue and let go.

there’s a burn behind your eyelids. more tears form when his fingers curl and his tongue flicks a certain way.

“john,” you breathe out, ending his name with a pant. “it’s… i-”

“look at me, love.”

it was an order. plain and clear. your head snaps up immediately, finding his half-illuminated eyes in the lowlight of his office. dark hair looking raven black, eyes blown up to match - but even then, you see them LIGHT up with amusement. even in shitty lighting, john catches the glimmer of tears. right on the edge of falling down your pretty cheeks - you probably don’t even notice. it only makes him harder.

he laughs in a low rumble. “so fucking pretty, aren’tcha?”

you nod; panting, writhing, crying.

john leans his head in closer, pushing in his fingers as far as they’ll go. “pretty girl gonna cum for me? all sweet and tight around my fingers? keep watching me, love - gonna cum now? yeah, go right ahead, dove. you more than DESERVE it.”

the orgasm hits like a truck when john grinds his tongue against your clit. just before your eyes squeeze shut again, a tear finally breaks free and glides down your cheek - warm and flushed from a climax that he’s sure someone must’ve heard.

john has always promised he’d never make you cry, but this is a damn good exception.

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KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

… sees you cry and dotes.

gaz has always gone on and on about how much he wants to keep you separate from his work. to leave all the roughness behind when he’s with you. it was never really a problem until tonight - sweet and gentle and slow to a fault. 

too sweet. too gentle. too slow. 

kyle is careful to keep a STEADY pace - a careful rock of his hips, lightly grinding against yours when he’s pressed in deep, making you feel each and every inch of him before gradually pulling out to do when same thing over again. and you know he doesn’t do things without an express purpose - after extending your orgasm a few times, it’s safe to say that your safety isn’t the top priority for once.

he hasn’t gone much faster than this languid pace. selfishly listening to your stunted breaths and pained whimpers of his name. 

if you ask him to go faster, gaz slows down. if you beg for something harder, he smiles and kisses you and tells you to be patient. 

but what has all this patience gotten you? two incredibly drawn out orgasms that fucking ACHED when they hit and kyle stubbornly keeping his thrusts slow and torturous under his guise of being gentle. it’s all a little too much. too intense. your eyes squeeze shut, face nestled against kyle’s neck, hips shifting up when he buries his cock in to try and grind out another orgasm. 

unfortunately, gaz knows you. knows your movements and knows your sounds - the shortening of your breaths and desperate whimpers and choked moans and… sniffles?

his pulls his head up immediately, eyes narrowing in on the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. and gaz grins - he can’t help against it. his cock pulses when a finger comes up to brush a tear away before it has a chance to fall down your face.

“poor baby,” he coos. if you weren’t so wound up, you might’ve noticed how tight his voice sounds. “it’s alright. doing so well for me. gonna make you cum again, don’t you worry. just hang in there, yeah?” his words are breathed against your lips, and by some miracle, gaz picks up the pace. hips picking up speed, even rocking a little stronger and it isn’t until you heard the slap of skin do you truly realize how SOAKED he got you.

the initial tears were caused by kyle’s torturous pace. a new set follows the old when he finally fucks you properly. gaz doesn’t mind - he likes wiping them away.

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JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

… sees you cry and teases.

“why’re you crying, bonnie? did you hurt your feelings or something?”

soap knows you won’t respond. not that you could.

the pace of his thrusts are too rough. too quick. too deep. using all his weight to slam into you again and again, not letting up for a moment. the worst part is, you know he has the stamina to keep going, even if you beg him to slow down. to let you breathe air that doesn’t taste like him.

your nails dig into the skin of soap’s chest as you shake your head. everything ached in a delicious way but it wasn’t your feelings that were hurt. soap moves his hand from his bruising grip on your hips to clasp around your jaw, shifting your head to look him straight on. he wants you looking at him, even through WATERY eyes. 

soap grunts as he shifts into a better position to fuck you in. his hair is mussed from your fingers. skin blotchy and flushed from exertion. he still grins at you. “then why’re you crying? want me to stop? is that it?”

“no!” you cry out - half a moan and half a shout.

a thoughtful hum vibrates against his ribs as soap’s fingers release your jaw, only to come up and wipe away a tear that leaked from the corner of your eye. “ahh, i get it, lass,” he breathes out, continuing his rough thrusts with a deep groan. “you’re cryin’ so pretty ‘cause you like getting fucked so good. am i right? my girl loves getting fucked ‘till she cries?”

you’re silent. eyes falling shut, mouth agape, head tilting back to ignore soap’s teases and just feel the addicting slide of his cock. he slows his thrusts only to grind against your pelvis and it’s such a massive difference in sensation that you nearly cum on the spot. it works to make you cry out his name.

“fuck- johnny!” and you do. so, so prettily.

☾

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

… sees you cry and worries.

simon’s face still hurt - a spot right over his cheekbone, purple and swollen and it aches almost enough to make him forget about how sore the rest of his body is.

it’s easy enough to ignore. it’s not liquor or ibuprofen that dulls the pain. his old methods of healing after a rough mission seem useless in the wake of pressing you back on the couch. it’s the touch of your skin, the smell of your hair, the noises you make that really pull him back together. you’re careful not to tug at him too hard or touch any of his TENDER aches, even when he begs you to.

yeah. it’s easy for simon to forget how close he was to not be here fucking you.

his fingers dig into the armrest of the couch, forcing his throbbing body to move as fast as he wants it to. an impromptu fuck on the couch wasn’t exactly planned tonight - you went on and on about how much you wanted to take care of him. but you’ve been clinging to him all night. never letting him out of your sight. it was just a natural progression and simon sure as shit wasn’t complaining.

“fuck, lovie,” he groans out slowly. if you keep moving your hips like that, he’s not gonna last much longer.

and fuck, simon was so close, he could taste it. feel it building in the base of his spine and how tight his stomach gets and it all makes it a little easier to forgo his aches to simply drive into you again and again. your arms wrap around his torso, brushing against tender ribs - when simon hisses, he’s unsure if it’s the pain or the sudden tightness around his cock when you jolt. simon’s mind goes blank and he’s just so fucking close and…

you make a new noise. unfamiliar to the ones simon has memorized when he’s fucking you. his eyes are HAZY and unfocused when he looks at you, and he didn’t quite know what he expected to find. tears accompanied the sniffle he heard, and your hand comes up to wipe them away in haste.

simon’s hips freeze instantly. “hey, hey, hey. what’s wrong? you okay?”

fuck, did he do something wrong?

to his surprise, you scoff. smiling despite wet cheeks and red eyes and simon blames his impending orgasm for how slow he is to understand. “i’m okay,” you reassure him. when your fingers trail up his spine, simon can barely breathe. “i just love you so much. don’t be so RECKLESS next time, okay?”

your legs tighten their hold around his hips. pulling him closer even when simon wants to pull back and really make sure you’re okay. you don’t allow it, instead grinding up against him at the same pace he’d been fucking you in - still sniffling and wiping a tear away on his arm.

simon swears he’s never cum so hard in his life.

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ALEJANDRO VARGAS

… sees you cry and stares.

morning has always been alejandro’s favorite time of day.

pinkish gold sunlight coming in through the window promises a beautiful day that he’ll likely be too busy to truly enjoy but welcomes all the same. alejandro hears the bustle of traffic outside - your place isn’t nearly as nice as his, but it’s closer to base and he’s never been known to waste time with you. alejandro is just a little tempted to rip his gaze away from you to enjoy the sunrise coming over las almas.

but he doesn’t. he never does. you’re just too fucking pretty.

alejandro kills two birds with one stone. pulls you out of bed and leads you over to the window just as the sun paints the clouds a deep gold. it saturates your skin in such a perfect way where alejandro can’t help but to touch it. touch your face, your neck, your shoulders, your back, your stomach, and well, he knows your pussy would look fucking HEAVENLY under the light as well.

“pretty fucking girl,” alejandro groans out. he usually likes watching his cock sink inside of you, but there was something about the glow of your skin pressed against the window that makes him just stare at your face. his thrusts are slow and deep, and your breath fogs up the glass, and you keep tugging your shirt down when alejandro pushes it up because you’re the one who has to face your neighbors every day.

when you came along, he didn’t think there could ever be a more beautiful sight than when you first smiled at him.

you proved him wrong with just a few tears reflecting the sunrise.

alejandro could’ve came right then and there. his hips did a little stutter and he grunted when you let out a little whimper while squeezing your eyes shut and he just watched a tear glide over your cheek. he almost pulls you away from the window to flip you around. fully face him so the glass doesn’t GREEDILY soak up all your tears because he’s fucking you so firmly against it.

“al- alejan- fuck, i’m so…”

“i know, baby. keep looking at me. yeah, lemme see those eyes. fuck…”

he kisses you. has a hand tangled into your hair and twists your neck into a better angle and kisses you to taste the salt on your lips and it’s like a bomb went off. alejandro’s hips pick up their pace and you rock back against him and fog up the glass even more when you shudder on his cock.

he cums with your tears wiping off against his own cheeks and salt on his tongue.

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RUDOLFO PARRA

… is the one to cry.

“it’s okay, rudy. doing so good for me. i’m almost there, you don’t have to cry.”

was he crying? fuck, he was. rudy didn’t even notice until you smiled at him fondly, bringing a hand up to brush away a tear that broke past his lashes and threatened to fall down his face. 

rudy waits for the hot flash of embarrassment to hit him, but it never does. maybe it’s because this is you. but it's more likely because he’s so fucking close to cumming, he can’t focus on anything else but you. keeping his hands locked around your hips, strong enough to keep them moving back and forth even when you try to slow them down and draw out his orgasm. 

you hadn’t even notice rudy’s big, wet eyes until you attempted to slow down. keeping a more steady pace in his lap to give your thighs a rest, and yeah, to wind rudy up just a little. he works so hard. he DESERVES to get fucked out of his mind now and then.

maybe you went too far, though. when you try to stall your hips, his hands make sure they keep their pace. his own hips buck up off the bed to get even deeper.

“i know you wanna cum.” it’s difficult to keep your voice steady. to not devolve into harsh pants and groans like he has. “but not before me, okay? make me cum, rudy. fuck, make me cum…”

he huffs - such a large demand for someone so fucked-stupid. rudy is so smart, so capable, and so fucking useless right now that maybe it’s too much to ask of him. so to help him out, you pry his hand off your hip. bring it up to your mouth and slide the whole length of his thumb between your lips, letting it glide across your tongue.

rudy instantly gasps and his hips jolt up. you can feel his cock throb even harder inside of you.

but with his thumb coated in saliva, you bring his hand down to where you meet. rudy takes it from there - give him a task, point him in the right direction, and he’ll complete it. he rubs his thumb in tight, DESPERATE circles while his other hand keep your hips in a deep grinding pace until you cum all over him.

it was good. fucking fantastic. but not your favorite part.

rudy knows he’s finally allowed to cum, and he does. so achingly beautiful in the way his jaw drops open, saliva stringing between his teeth. eyes hazy and wet with damp cheeks and a pink nose and when he groans, his voice is hoarse and choked. 

eventually, when you fall against his chest, all you hear are rudy’s hard panting and his sniffles.

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PHILLIP GRAVES

… sees you cry and laughs.

graves can be a real asshole sometimes. sarcastic, arrogant, and you know him well enough to know that he kinda likes it. makes him feel larger than life. untouchable. now is no different.

“c’mon, hun. i wanna hear it. y’can’t cum until i hear you say it.”

your arms are thrown over your face, hiding the way your teeth grit together and your eyes screw shut and how your jaw hangs open to gasp for air whenever graves bullies his cock even deeper with each thrust. and to be honest, you barely heard what he said - it was all just white noise. still, you know what he wants. and you’re a little too PROUD to give in.

there’s silence. graves scoffs and you feel him lean forward to grip your arms in his hands. being ripped away from your face reveals a little tremble of your lips, tiny red splotches on your cheeks, and tears lining your eyes. 

graves laughs as if it isn’t his fault. torturing you and playing with you. resetting the goalpost of what you need to do to cum.

the laugh is deep and GENUINE - the kind you’re treated with in the middle of the night away from his shadows, saved especially for you. the grin that accompanies it isn’t bad either. but the laugh is like a slap to the face (something graves might’ve inflicted if his hands were free - after all, you haven’t said your safe word.)

“my poor baby.” he says it so condescendingly. with a quirk of his brow and tilt of his head. as if he and his cock hadn’t caused the tears. “bet it’s gettin’ painful, huh? bet a good orgasm will make you feel right as rain.”

you slowly nod because god, you need to cum.

so graves hums, still wearing a smirk as he shifts on his knees. you whimper under the movement, spine arching, eyes solely focused on him. “then you gotta ask permission, right? c’mon, hun. sound off for me. i know you can do it,” he encourages while his fingers trail slowly down your body. going straight where you needed him the most.

normally, if you weren’t so wound up, you might’ve gotten smart with him. but as extra initiative, graves bends his spine a little. pushing his cock in just a little deeper and plainly getting off on how you gasp and your eyes finally push out hot, wet tears. 

this has gone on for too long. everything from your pussy down is throbbing.

“shadow 0-1…”

“hearin’ you loud and clear, baby.”

“requesting permission to cum…”

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