#reminds her of rudy

[evanture]

a little comic about my interpretation of dess in undertale. shes taking care of noelle on her own after rudy passed

Heres a little doodle of Sans deersitting Noelle.

#deltarune #dess holiday #sans the skeleton #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #utdr #utdr comic #apologies for writing discrepancies i havent written the skelebros in ages #dess 🤝 sans: raising a sibling alone #she likes his puns #reminds her of rudy #idk what her magic would be. i like the idea of her having fire powers to parallel noelle #carols dead because i didnt want to figure out how old to make her #LMAO #sorry mayor holiday #holiday sisters

[torieloftheruins]

noelle tea?

Like making a gingerbread house while sipping hot cocoa. Reminds her of simpler times.

#toriel answers #anon #//(Reminds her of Rudy.)

[loveindefinitely]

༊*·˚ NEW JOBS AND DEATH THREATS — cod x reader

CRAVE YOU — call of duty x reader CHAPTER ONE

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + alejandro vargas + rodolfo 'rudy' parra + könig + keegan p. russ

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, prison au, serial killer au, reverse harem, therapist/patient, medical inaccuracies, graphic violence, depictions of murder, everyone's unhinged, poly tf141, minor ships, threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs, this is not medical advice!!

series masterlist. read on ao3.

Life was hard. That was a fact.

Bills and groceries didn’t pay for themselves. That was also a fact.

Adding these two factors together, the final product will be a high-risk job in one of the highest-risk places on Earth. That’s… not a fact.

And yet, here you are, standing at the visitor entrance of Las Almas Prison, sporting a disgruntled grimace and a new pair of black slacks that you’d splurged on. They, at least, made your ass look good, although that was truly the least of your worries.

No. Your current list of worries looked something like this;

Getting Murdered

Getting Attacked

Vomiting Within The First Five Minutes Of Your New Job?

…Yeah. Something like that.

The early morning sun is blinding where it sits, just off to the side of the giant concrete building that was the main offices and Visitor Centre. The fact that you were standing in front of what was only a small part of the overall prison grounds was… alarming.

You were well aware that this was the largest prison in your country, housing the most lethal and awful of criminals. Some you’d seen either on the news, or heard of in passing conversations.

This was the real deal. And, somehow, you’d managed to find yourself being hired to work here. You. Work with serial killers. The worst of the worst.

With the stress on your bank account, and the endless struggle that was trying to find a stable career in the current job market, you simply had no other choice but to accept the offer. It paid extremely well, had great benefits, and your safety was… fairly considered.

The amount of NDAs, liability clauses and agreements, however?

Not the best at calming your nerves, to say the least.

The biting chill of the winter wind has you wrapping your arms around yourself, leather bag slung over your shoulder as you finally step through the automatic sliding door.

You’re not surprised to find that the chill only deepens inside the concrete walls of the building, with no heaters or air conditioning from what you can see. There is, however, bright white overhead lights that do nothing except aid the throbbing in the side of your head – probably due to the restless sleep you’d had the night before, anticipation and anxiety warring inside of your thoughts.

There’s an office in front of you as you step in, with only a few decades-old couches to your right, in front of a dingy TV that’s turned off. Saving their budget for more important things, you suppose.

The walls are a pale, grimy yellow, with sparse photos hung about, framing newspaper articles that are surely from the last century, and black and white pictures of the prison’s opening.

It’s an unsettling place, that much you’ve already gathered.

You haven’t even actually been inside the prison, you remind yourself, your stomach churning where it now lays at your feet.

Without a second thought, you continue with hurried steps to the front desk, where scratched plastic encases the sole woman inside, sitting behind a monitor. There’s a circle of holes that allow for sound to pass through, but other than that, there’s no way of entering from this room. With a quick study of your surroundings, you see a steel door to the left of where the desk sits, with a small square window covered in iron bars.

…Jesus christ.

“Can I help you?” The woman drawls, sliding her glasses further up her nose. Her voice is nasally, and the words come out in a slow drawl as she looks you up and down, unimpressed.

You give her your best smile, although even you can tell that it’s an uneasy one. “Yes! This is my first day, I think I’m supposed to be meeting Kate Laswell?” You ask, nerves betraying your voice with unsteady breaths.

The woman snaps her gum.

You stand there.

She blows it again.

You continue to stand there.

Her gaze is bored and completely void of any thought, before she nods slowly. “Laswell… I’ll call her.”

Really, you couldn’t be more shocked if you tried. What the fuck was happening? How could one lack so much… professionalism?

“Hi, Kate. Yes, it’s Jenny. I have a new hire who apparently wants to see you…” Her voice remains that unbearably slow, sloth-like delivery, before her eyes unhurriedly meet yours again. “What’s your name…?”

You give it to her, tone only the slightest bit impatient as you roll back on the heels of your feet. You can only hope that your black boots are appropriate; you’d figured that they were safe, closed-toe and still somewhat professional.

Time would tell. Jenny was giving you the impression that they were more than acceptable, because at least they got you to do your job in a timely manner.

Jenny says a few more words to who can only pray is Laswell on the other end of the phone, before she places it back in its holder. 

“Laswell will be here any…” She pops her gum once more, and maybe, just maybe, you can understand the urge to murder. “Moment.”

You give her a tight, painful smile. “Thank you, Jenny.”

She doesn’t respond, and you decide to just stand back and wait. You certainly weren’t complaining – any more conversation with her would’ve ended with a severe lack of hair on your head.

A minute passes, before a buzz in the pocket of your slacks has your throat tightening. 

Pulling out your phone, your next exhale comes out shaky as you read the text.

Charlie: get milk otw home used it all

No ‘good luck’. No… ounce of care for you, or the absolute stress that comes with a new job, let alone one like this.

When you’d told him about the offer, all he’d said was, “It might make you worth something for a change.” Didn’t even question, not for a minute, the risks that came with a job like this. He simply couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“Doctor?” The sound of a door opening, and the kind, almost motherly tone of the voice has you shoving your phone into your pocket once more as you turn to the source of the sound.

It’s a woman, her hair pulled back into a slick bun, one hand holding what seems to be a clipboard. Her other hand rests in the pocket of a white coat, not unlike one a scientist would be fashioning in a lab. Her smile is warm, the corner of her eyes crinkling as you direct a smile of your own her way.

“Kate Laswell?” You ask, extending your hand for her to shake. Taking her hand out of her pocket, she accepts it gracefully, nodding her head.

“The one and only,” she says, before gesturing to the steel door she’d entered through. “Now, today we’ll get you set up with a keycard, general rules, and I’ll have you meet two of your patients.”

You nod, following her as she swipes a card in a black reader, before the red light buzzes green, and she pulls the door open. Right behind her, you take an unstable deep breath as you take in the greyed, jagged walls, a complete contrast to the painted ones of the entrance room.

“We really are so glad to welcome you to our team,” she continues, her black work shoes clicking against the smooth concrete flooring. She doesn’t turn to you as she speaks, but her voice carries around the echoey hallway. “You’ll make a great addition. A necessary one, also. We’ve needed an innovative, young therapist for a while. Most of our… previous hires have held out-dated beliefs, and a lack of humanity for their clientele.”

That makes your brows furrow in confusion. “That’s… odd,” you murmur, before pausing your steps as Laswell stops, swiping her keycard, before entering another room.

As you step into the newly revealed space, your eyes go wide as you take it in. 

It’s a wide, large space, with several floors. Metal staircases sit at either end of the vast space, allowing access to every floor. Guards sit at every level, some walking around the space where you and Laswell stand.

It’s a lot, all at once. You’d never even stepped foot into a prison – not before now.

“Most inmates are at the mess for breakfast,” Laswell supplies, turning to you with a neutral expression. She gestures for you to follow her back out of the space, and you do with hurried steps. “The ones you’ll be dealing with, however… they usually eat by themselves.”

You don’t decide to push that statement, not now, as you continue to follow her down the hallway.

“You won’t be seeing much of the prison,” she admits. “There’s heavily guarded spaces on the top floor for your sessions, both for your protection and for the safety of our staff and other low-risk inmates.”

You nod, humming a sound of affirmation as the two of you start heading up the cleaner steps at the end of the hallway. The staff staircase, you suppose.

“Today, you’ll be meeting two of our more… understanding ambers.”

You raise a brow. “Ambers? What does that mean?”

She turns her head over her shoulder, just enough to shoot you a knowing look. “Ambers are our highest-risk inmates. We house ten of them, and you’ll be dealing with eight as per your contract.”

Your stomach falls. You’d known, of course, that the risks were high when applying for this role. But… this was more than you’d imagined, in a way. Ambers. Huh.

Silence falls over the two of you as you make your way up the never-ending steps, no windows in sight. It’s unnerving, in a creepy, strange way. When you finally reach the top, you try and hide how out of breath you are from that small exertion.

Fucking christ.

Laswell, for her part, looks completely fine in an effortless way. You can’t eve find it in yourself to be envious. The feeling’s closer to admiration.

“Here’s the files on them both. You’ll be seeing Kyle Garrick first,” she hands you the clipboard she’d been carrying, and you accept it with only a slight tremble. She doesn’t comment on it, and you find yourself warming up to her already. “They’ll be restrained, and there is heavy security, so you needn’t worry about that side of things.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” you say earnestly, flipping through the files without reading much of anything, not yet. 

She waves you off with a soft chuckle. “None of that. Kate’s more than fine,” she insists, and you give her a bright smile in return. Maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad – a boss like this was much better than a creepy middle-aged man any day of the week.

You don’t realise you’ve made it to a small room until she stops walking, scanning her keycard and pushing the door open, gesturing you in. “While you have your first two sessions, I’ll sort your keycard and the rest of the processes out. I wish you luck.”

With that, the door shuts behind you, and you’re alone in a small room.

It matches the rest of the hallways you’ve seen – grey concrete walls, grey concrete floors. The only furniture, however, is one metal table drilled into the floor in the centre, one chair on either side. 

…It’s depressing. Not at all like you’d prefer, not for a fucking therapy session, but then again, you hadn’t met your clients yet.

Ambers. High-risk.

With a deep breath, you take a seat at the chair closest to you, finally reading through the top file on the clipboard.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick. 

You skim over the height, weight, sex – immediately reading the comments made and his sentence.

Mass murderer. Motivated attacks.

Your eyes go wide, almost comically so, as you bite at your lip, folding one leg over the other as you continue to read. 

Of course, you’d prepared, been made aware that you’d be dealing with murderers. But having it in black and white, right in front of you, is a whole other thing entirely. 

Apparently, they were motivated attacks. Targets being large CEOs, specifically those with reported claims of misuse of power, and those against green laws. Anti-environment types.

The motive is… you’re aware killing is bad. You hadn’t spent years studying for a degree in Psychology to think otherwise. But it wasn’t as simple as some made it out to be. You’d done papers suggesting that certain motives implied healthier patterns, healthier outlets.

If you had to choose between him killing pregnant women, and CEOs with broken moral compasses?

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out your answer.

You’re about to flip the page when there’s a knock on the door on the other side of the room, before it opens.

There’s two guards that walk in, before a man in an olive green jumpsuit follows, hands cuffed tightly together in front of him, head down. Another guard from behind shoves him in, too rough for your liking. You sit up straighter, eyes assessing as you take in the man in the jumpsuit.

He’s forced into the chair opposite you, before one of the guards grabs his cuffed wrists and chains them to a rig in the middle of the table. You’re grateful for the precautions, but there’s a part of you that feels guilty watching the manhandling of the seemingly calm man.

“Half an hour,” the most brutish guard of them all grits out, beer belly spilling out over his belted jeans. He jostles the chain attaching his wrists to the table unnecessarily, and your eyes narrow.

He goes to leave, along with another guard, but one stands to stay in position inside, beside the door.

Your brows furrow, and you speak up before you can stop yourself. “Sorry, sir, but my sessions will need confidentiality, as for the best results. I’m sure that I’ll be safe with his restraints.”

The guard stares you down, seemingly mulling your words over, before shrugging and leaving the room, door shutting behind him.

…Huh. Alright.

You find your posture relaxing, just slightly, which is odd, considering you’re now only a metre or two away from a convicted murderer.

His gaze is trained to the table, left foot tapping incessantly against the concrete floor.

“It’s nice to meet you, Gaz,” you say with a soft tone and a gentle smile. You figure that his nickname is the best bet, not wanting to stir up any possible traumas with his given name during your first session with the man. “I’ll be your new psychiatric evaluator.”

His eyes flick up, meeting yours, and he nods slowly, as if awaiting a punchline. 

“Is it okay for me to call you Gaz?” You ask, tilting your head to the side and flipping to an empty page to take notes on. You’d need to grab a notebook from home, you decide.

He relaxes, only the smallest of movements, and he nods. “Gaz, yeah.”

Your smile widens at the small victory. Any step towards progress was a huge one, in your eyes. You’d be facing a lot of them in the coming days.

“Do you have any advice for this place?” You push, trying to form a bond of trust with the dark-haired man. “I’m gonna be honest, you’re my first patient, and I’ve only met Laswell and… Jenny?”

His mouth quirks at that, a dimple showing to the left of his mouth as he looks back up at you. “Jenny’s a character, ain’t she?”

You laugh, a genuine one, and nod. “She certainly is. You’ve met her?”

He shrugs, shoulders relaxing slightly. “Few times, yeah. She drives me up the fuckin’ wall.” His accent is only minimally apparent, but his voice is of a somewhat humorous tone.

Small victories.

“Well,” he exhales, settling into his chair a bit as he seems to ponder. “Do ya know who else you’re assigned to?”

You’d been sure to thoroughly go over your contract, and you were allowed to disclose your other patients between your others. They’d find out within the day, anyways, so there was no point in being discreet.

“It’s only you and a… John Price? Today. I’m sure I’ll find out the other six over the next few days,” you say, appreciating that he’s starting conversations. It’s more than you’d allowed yourself to hope for.

Gaz’s eyes light up, and even if you hadn’t been incessant in watching him, it’d be an obvious shift in emotions. “Price?”

You nod, quickly making a note on your clipboard, before folding your hands in your lap as you gesture for him to continue with a quick inclination of your head.

“He’s the best. Man’s a legend,” he enthuses. “Love ‘im.”

There’s… a hidden truth to that statement, that you make a mental note to unpack during a later session. Your smile is a natural one as you say, “He’s an amber, correct? Laswell told me I’d been assigned eight out of ten ambers… you’re one of them, right?”

Gaz seems to fold into himself, and you kick yourself for going back to square one. He answers, however.

“...Yeah. Only Ghost ‘nd Valeria are aggressive, though. We’re just… misunderstood,” he murmurs, and in the back of your brain, you find yourself believing his words.

“Thank you,” you smile, and he responds with a sharp one of his own. Maybe you’d covered more ground than you’d expected. “I think it’d been mentioned that I was only assigned men, due to the nature of the job, or something like that.”

Seeming to mull over your words, he starts to slowly nod. “Sounds ‘bout right. As long as you don’t get Graves, you’ll be alright. The others are… fuckin’ weird, but they’re good men. Mostly.”

That’s a lot of information at once, and quite frankly, it takes a moment for you to process. 

“‘Good men’. What do you think it takes to be a good man?” You ask, curiosity laced into your tone. Getting to ask such questions of a convicted murderer, it’s a thrilling, exhilarating task.

His eyes don’t shift as he replies. “Good men do the acts others are too scared to do. They see the evil in the world, and rid of it with their own bare hands. You can be an ethical murderer, Doc.”

Those words, they’re – they’re authentic, and conviction aches in their structure. 

You swallow around a dry mouth.

“You think you’re a good man?” You ask.

His smile would be seen as warm to any who weren’t aware of his acts, but to you – it’s chilling. Haunting in a way you’ve never experienced.

It remains as he answers.

“I think that I’m a man who people wish they had the bravery to be.”

a/n. okay so im really nervous about posting this, cause ITS EIGHT FUKCING LOVE INTERESTS and also im a humanities girl not a science one!! sociology all the way not psych!! so forgive me for all the inaccuracies and legality issues please. im just a girl. hopefully u guys will like this one? i mean, obsessed serial killers cod is smth i need so here we are. all comments and feedback mean so muchhh ty ily mwah mwah mwah

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[lxvvie]

It's the little things, Part I:

It's the way Price blushes as you cover his face in kisses. He's seen and done it all, stared down the barrel of a gun more times than he can count, but nothing will ever quite throw the Cap'n off his game more than the way you show and tell him that you love him and that he's damn good at what he does.

It's the way Gaz exhales and feels all the stress leave his body. His head rests comfortably on your lap and your fingers ghost over the wrinkles on his forehead. He was only away for only a week and a half but it felt like an eternity. Gaz leaves the work behind in your embrace, closes his eyes, and it's the best damn nap he's had in a while.

It's the way Soap whines and leans into your touch as your nails work shampoo and miracles on his scalp. Oh. That's new. You do it again. Same response. You tease him about it later much to his chagrin but it's just one of many things that endear him to you. And amuses Simon if your text messages are any indication.

It's the way Ghost is trying not to laugh when you blow raspberries on his stomach. Apparently, you made it your life's mission to get a reaction out of him every time you did it, and when you finally succeeded—he said it was a cough but that's bullshit—your eyes lit up and it was the cutest fucking thing to him. Victory looks good on you, sweetheart.

It's the way Alex relaxes and his eyes flutter close when you kiss the side of his mouth. It's the way he softly murmurs, "Boss...", you murmur, "Babe..." in response, he groans in faux exasperation, and you thank whoever heard your prayers that he's safe in your arms again.

It's the way Alejandro lets his guard down and silently brings you into a hug. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and your arms squeeze him back as tightly as you can. It's one of those moments where you can feel the weight he carries in the tension in his body but it's also a reminder that just as he watches over his men, you'll always watch over him.

It's the way Rudy leaves you speechless as he tilts his head ever so slightly as he listens to you talk, and when you realize what's happening, he laughs heartily and it's your turn to be flustered. What would you do without him?

It's the way Farah leans her head on your shoulder, respite from the burden of leadership. It's the way you lean your head against hers and she feels safe all over again.

It's the way Keegan looks at you, intentional in everything he wants to convey without uttering a word. Still waters run deep, and you'd be a fool to ever doubt the things he feels for you.

It's the way Roach smiles, wide, goofy, and boyish, things he can be when he's with you. It's the crinkle around his eyes reassuring you, and it's as if your worries and fears have dissipated into nothingness.

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[club-prideguin]

God i need to draw my oc when they were kids/teens more.

#seb speaks #theres a lot of things that i need to draw more. #but specifically this #the world needs to behold scene!pixel. #and trying-too-hard-to-be-cool!austin. #and looks-exactly-the-same-but-smaller-and-more-anxious!spork. #ive already posted emo!rudy here but i should draw him more too. #oh yeah i got reminded of this bc of the last post btw. #im like 95% sure pixelz teen self is prob the reason i drew that in the first place. #thought it would be fun to have a funny little reference in her/rudys igloo somewhere. if i ever get around to drawing it that is. #aight sorry ill shut the hell up now #rotating these bitches in my brain like im a Michreal Wayve........

[diejager]

Nooo but there is something about the monster au where there is a casual mention from her that she won't live as long as them (I assume monsters/hybrids are longer lived plus she is a lot more likely to die on mission), like she probably just jokes about it offhandedly and it sends all of them feral because... no? Absolutely not? Insulting. Ridiculous. Not happening.

Cue ultimate clinginess, all rushing to be more intimate because the thought of her not being around is abhorrent. Soap maybe losing it a bit going off on a line of thought about how he could mate her right? Would it be awful if there was a way for her to be a wolf shifter?

I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND

Change cw: mention of turning, mention of death, joking about death, tell me if I missed any.

All options are on the table at this point, death had always been something that loomed over them like a shadow, the veil and sickle of death following you wherever you went. You’ve had more than one reminder of your short life, your vulnerability as a human, weak and tender skin, short lives and a delicate body. There were so many things in the world that could pose a possible danger to you and they hated that.

You lived shorter lives than most monsters or hybrids, you grew sick and frail whereas hybrids could fight any viral infections or diseases, you didn’t have thicker skin despite all the extra layers of protective gear and you were a target of many for your choice of career. They were reminded of you mortality whenever you get hurt, blood painting your skin with a strong, metallic odour.

And it didn’t help that you’d often joke about it, throwing offhanded comments that made their hackles raise, body tense and mind brewing with what ifs scenario that has them tearing their hair from the root. While some monsters were more solitary than others, all of them were possessive of what they deemed their family —pack.

Ghost and König stuck closer during training, a tall, imposing figure behind you that acted as a guard dog to ward away anyone they deemed a danger. Soap and Horangi hung around you in the rec room, either laying on you or clinging to you, putting a show of ownership over you. Rudy and Alejandro, the ever active couple, were always finding you around the base, striking up a conversation and wrapping their arms around you. Gaz would was the cuddliest of the group, finding time outside of his busy to snuggle up against you and cover you with his wings, pulling you to sleep on his shoulder. Price, the man with the most authority in the TF made sure that you were always with someone on every Op, having someone to back you up in the most dire situation.

Every visit to the medic made them wild, it brought them closer to desperate measures. Would it be so bad to turn you in one? Would it be so bad to let Soap bite you during the full moon, his bite infecting you with his power: thicker skin, sturdier build, longer lifespan and better sense? The only draw backs were the higher wildness, near feral during full moons and a competitive mindset over the possessiveness and brattiness of a young werewolf.

Would it be so bad to make you return as a wraith? While Ghost learned to control his powers alone, the pain and emotions building up in his body without any way of letting it out, you had him, you wouldn’t be alone with the resurrection. He didn’t want you to feel the terror and agony by yourself —he didn’t want you to know how it felt to die and come back.

Would it be so bad to have a vampire turn you into one without becoming a thrall? You couldn’t walk in the sun, something you told them you enjoyed, you’d be restrained to specific activities and you wouldn’t like that, being limited by the sun. Granted, there were solutions to that, but none very comfortable.

They knew you were aware of your mortality, made fun of it and laughed as it this was your last day, but you didn’t fear death, you only feared leaving them. You were open to their thoughts, listening to their ideas and options with a neutral expression, but you didn’t reject the idea of turning you. That was a good thing, a step forward in their mind.

Now all that needed to do was to let you decide which path you wanted to walk.

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[sky-is-the-limit]

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝒙

𝑴𝑾1/𝑴𝑾2 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

W: Female Reader

➳ Valeria Garza would make you paint her nails while sitting on her lap, one hand holding up a document and the other rubbing your clit torturously slow and if you were to mess up, she'd deny your orgasm until she was satisfied with the final result.

She would show her affections in front of her men on purpose, casually crushing her lips onto yours with passion, one hand holding your jaw firmly and the other one squeezing your ass knowing damn well everyone's watching.

Letting these men know that you are hers and hers only, that they could never have a woman like you because you belong to her.

➳ Rudy Parra would call you 'mama' from the get-go as an innocent nickname in casual conversations until the thought of getting you pregnant creeped into his head.

He then started calling you that while thrusting into you bare, the thought of painting your walls white, watching it spill out everywhere while you beg him to breed you, sends him over the edge every time.

➳ Simon 'Ghost' Riley would never admit it out loud, but he developed a nasty habit of watching you pleasure yourself to the thought of him.

He walked in on you once, the scene before him obscene as your naked body was in full display on your bed, head pressed against the pillow with wet, messy hair stuck on your forehead, your fingers rubbing your clit in circles while his name repeatedly left as desperate whimpers from your mouth.

There was something about watching you in full view, all alone begging for his touch, watching you dig your nails in the soft skin of your breasts from the stimulation, unaware that he was only a few meters away with his erected length in his hand, mirroring your pace.

➳ Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick would be a man of habit, his sacred gun cleaning ritual being one of them. Neediness made you walk in multiple times in the armory, interrupting this special process to steal his attention and make his blood rise with annoyance.

And so he thought of teaching you a lesson, using his half cleaned pistol to put pressure against your clit, rubbing it up and down then in circles on your throbbing core until you coated it with your glistening slick.

He then would command you to lick it clean, watch you with blown pupils, wrap your lips around it, and take it into your mouth as if it was an extended part of Kyle you so desperately wanted to cherish.

Needless to say, that you kept 'accidentally' interrupting him after that.

➳ Phillip Graves would "allow" you to think that you have control, only for him to take it away and watch you struggle to get it back.

He would promise you that he'd let you ride him, tie him up, blindfold him etc and then when the moment would come, not even 5 minutes in, he'd flip you around, press your back hard against the mattress with your hands pinned over your head and thrust in you without warning.

He'd mock you about it. How cute it was to think that you could ever have the upper hand, your 'disappointed' yet surprised expression fueling his arrogance and promising you a long night of reminding you who's in charge.

Oh, and if he was in restraints? He'd use his experience in the field to come out of them and count to 5 before he catches you.

➳ Captain John Price would call you into his office, whether you worked there or not so he could have you on every surface available without locking the door.

The though of someone walking in to watch you get fucked merciless against his desk, while you ride him on his chair, against the bookshelf, sucking him off under his desk, would excite him.

The panic in your eyes whenever someone would knock on the door while you were on your knees, the wooden desk concealing your body so the person in front of it would have no idea that your pretty mouth was full with his length.

His composure would surprise you every time, calm and unphased, while talking to his private as your mouth was taking in every inch of him under the desk.

➳ Alex Keller would adore to watch you come undone because of his strength. He'd notice how quickly you'd lose focus whilst staring at his defined, muscular arms through his tee, naked out of the shower, in his military uniform.. and so he'd use it as an advantage.

Holding you up against the wall, your soaked cunt at eye level with his mouth as your thighs were on his shoulders. It would drive him insane how easily he could handle you, devouring your slick while you'd pull his hair from above.

Best believe that he wouldn't stop nor get tired until you begged him to fuck you.

➳ Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish would be obsessed with your tits, specifically in his mouth. This man would not shy away from it nor do it at a specific moment.

Watching a movie and cuddling? His hand would slowly start trailing up your shirt, cupping your breasts softly before turning his head up to look at you with those gorgeous eyes and ask if you could put them in his mouth while his head was resting against your chest.

Cowgirl would be his favourite position cause what a better combination than you bouncing up and down his cock while his hands grip on your hips tightly to guide you and his mouth sucking on your nipples? Nothing.

➳ Alejandro Vargas would be obsessed with you speaking Spanish. Whether you fluently speak it or started picking up words after dating him, this man would instantly get hard the second you speak two words to him.

It could be the most innocent thing, and his blood would start rushing boiling hot in his system, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you towards him like a magnet.

"Dime mas, cariña." He wouldn't even bother with finding the bedroom, clothes coming off hastily so he can push you against the nearest surface and pound into you merciless.

Don't think that he wouldn't notice how hot and bothered you'd get whenever his emotions would get the best of him and he'd start speaking only in Spanish. He'd use that as his weapon to get you naked from the first night you met.

➳ Kate Laswell would get off of you relying on her. She'd want to take care of you, your every desire and need, no matter how small or 'inappropriate' it was.

Just hearing your voice get all whiney, telling her that you are hungry while clinging onto her body, asking her if she can fix the broken light bulb because 'you can't' when in reality you'd just want to observe her toned arms and fingers get into work, handling everything with so much ease just like she does with you.

She saw you checking out lingerie online? They'd be at your door the next day. Your perfume is almost finished? You'd have two bottles on your nightstand the next morning. Your fridge was semi empty? She'd put in the biggest order to come at your door. Anything for her doll.

Especially when begging her to use her strap so she can fuck the stress out of you, asking if you can return the favour by eating her out like a madwoman to show her how thankful you are to have such a strong partner in your life.

She would never refuse her pretty girl anything.

#cod #cod headcanons #cod smut #call of duty #cod x reader #cod x you #cod 141 #tf 141 #task force 141 #141 x reader #141 smut #los vaqueros #valeria garza #valeria garza smut #captain price #captain price smut #ghost smut #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick smut #gaz smut #soap smut #phillip graves smut #rudy parra #alejandro vargas #kate laswell #john soap mactavish #alex keller #mw3 #mw2

[ragingbookdragon]

Good In Theory, Better In Practice

Alejandro Vargas x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.8K Warnings: Explicit Language, Sexual Themes

Author's Note: I'm gonna write SMUT soon, aren't I? I can feel it. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Alejandro was no stranger to big eaters. He’d been raised in a large family, had multiple squads, and now ran an entire army—he had seen folks pack away some food. That being said, the 141 seemed to be endless pits for beer and homecooked food. He watched Soap and Price go head-to-head on how many beers they could drink in five minutes, watched as the waitress brought out Ghost’s third plate of steak fajitas, and watched Gaz eat his weight in chorizo and beans. Even he and Rudy didn’t have room enough in their stomachs for that much food. They’d cleared about two plates themselves and more than a few beers before deciding it was best to hold off on more food.

He sat back in his seat, half tempted to unloop his belt and caught the eye of the woman who’d come along with them. It was almost as if she was Ghost and Soap put together, the silence of Ghost in friendly situations and the complete disregard for seriousness like Soap in dire circumstances. Wraith. They called her, a counterpart to Ghost it seemed. Alejandro had observed them in battle. Like a tag-team, they struck in fluid motion, mowing down enemies before they even realized the two had descended upon them. She, like Ghost, had an affinity for knives, but he realized that while the rest of them wore protective gear of all kinds, she only had a vest, kneepads, and a belt. No extra ammo pockets, no safety gear tucked away. Just a tri-edged knife and a carbine slung around her back was all she carried with her. And she was, exactly like a wraith, striking when least expected and gone with a whisper. Hell on heels. Deadly, and strikingly beautiful.

Alejandro gave her a friendly smile and she nodded her head going back to her food. Which is why he was so surprised. Wraith, had put away more food than anyone at the table. And more than a few piña coladas and tequila shots along with it. Yet, she seemed in perfect condition, sober and still hungry. She finished the plate and stood, turning around to the bartender as she said, “Oye, barman, dame dos Modelos, por favor.”

She walked around the table and sat next to Alejandro, propping an elbow in the table as she put her chin on her palm and stared at him; the bartender put the beers in front of them and she took hers, taking a sip of it. “Are you married, Alejandro?”

It reminded him of his sister asking. Ya estás casado, Ale? No te estás volviendo más joven, ya sabes. Necesitas establecerte y casarte con una buena mujer. He gave a humored chuckle and raise the bottle to his lips. “Unfortunately, Wraith, I haven’t had much time to find a wife.” He smiled at her. “What of you? Are you married?”

“Do I look like the type of woman who is married?” she gestured to herself. “I’ve literally eaten five plates of tacos, drank five margaritas, and had at least ten beers.” She blinked, deadpanning, “I outman most men who meet me and they very much so lose interest in me.”

Alejandro laughed. “Debes estar bromeando. Una mujer hermosa como tú tiene que tener muchos admiradores.”

She scoffed. “Beauty means nothing to a man when he feels like his manhood is being challenged.”

“That is because they are not real men,” he said. “Los hombres reales reconocen a las mujeres reales.”

Her eyes narrowed and suddenly Alejandro felt like the temperature had risen a few degrees around them as she finished the rest of her beer and leaned over, pointer finger swirling around the rim of his beer bottle. “And what of the real man before me?” she purred. “Does he recognize a real woman before him?”

He swallowed thickly feeling very fidgety in his seat, as if all eyes were on him. He cast a quick glance around. No one seemed to be listening to them, Price and Soap still going at it with new rounds, Gaz fighting sleep from fullness, and Ghost was in his own world enjoying authentic fajitas. It was just the two of them and he looked back at her; her expression was calm, waiting, so many things he couldn’t decipher hidden underneath the surface, but he saw her eyes. Saw the game in them, the chase, she was the huntress and he, her prey. One misstep and he was done for.

I do recognize you before me.

I want you.

We are as real as each other.

So many thoughts and all he could say was, “My mother would love you.”

Split second, her mask dropped in shock, then laughter peeled from her, shaking her shoulders as she laid her head on his shoulder, burying her face in his bicep and his cheeks reddened as she continued to laugh and pat at his thigh, until she sat up and wiped her eyes; she gave him a fond look and to ease his embarrassment, she said, “I would love to meet your mother.”

Alejandro melted, shoulders drooping as this woman, this Wraith, suddenly became so clear to him. She wasn’t a woman who could outman men (she really was), she was simply a woman. A good woman. The kind of woman he’d always wanted to settle down with. A good, strong woman.

She poked his forehead. “Careful there, amante, you’re gonna burn holes in me.”

“No puedo evitarlo. Haces que mi alma cante como nunca antes lo había hecho.”

“Well, aren’t you just a romantic,” she cooed and stood from her seat, holding out her hand; when he stared at it, she retracted and did it again. “Gonna take it or ya gonna keep staring at it like I’m not offering a dance?” she gave him a look. “Can you dance?”

“I can dance,” he shot back and stood, and she dragged him over to the jukebox in the corner of the bar. “What are we dancing to?”

“You’ll find out,” she murmured, staring at the list of songs before grinning as she shoved a few coins in and punched a button.

Drums echoed through the speakers followed by the strumming of a guitar; “Bailando?” Alejandro smirked. “Te gusta Enrique Iglesias?”

She kept to the beat of the music as they twirled and danced around each other. “I like a lot, Alejandro. Let me stick around and you might learn more.”

He spun her out, pulling her back in and she cocked a leg up around his hips, the hand that had hers dropped to hold her leg there (as if she needed the help), but he couldn’t help but squeeze the meat of her thigh. His free hand landed at her back as she bent backwards, all the way until she was crescent; he pulled her back up until her body was snug against his, lips almost brushing as he confessed, “Nada me encantaría más que te quedaras.”

“I’m not looking around for fun, y’know, Alejandro.”

He cocked her leg higher and stepped back, letting her stretch the step as he did and with dead seriousness, he replied, “Soy un hombre sencillo. No tengo tiempo para jugar ni con mi corazón ni con el tuyo. Sé lo que quiero.” Alejandro had her by her hips. “I want you.”

“Better men have hit their knees, Alejandro. And many men have tried for mine.”

He shook his head. “I will succeed where they have failed.”

“Cocky much?”

Alejandro pulled her up and spun her one last time with the beat, ending the song with one hand under her knee as she bent back again, and when she came up, he purred, “¿Para tu? Para siempre.”

She grinned like a madwoman and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Well, take me to church, I’ve finally found the man who will make a woman out of me.”

“If I make you any more of a woman, you’ll have no need for me.”

“Nonsense,” she muttered with a shake of her head. “I’ll always have a need for you to stand around and drive me wild with lust.”

“So long as I’m always needed, mi reina,” he replied with a grin, tipping forward to kiss her when,

“DAD! WRAITH’S GONNA KISS AN OLDER MAN! STOP HIM!”

They turned to see the entire 141 and half of Alejandro’s soldiers staring at them, half had their phones out. Silence bled the room and Alejandro did the only thing he could think of, bent down, picked her up at her knees and shouted, “Soldados, me voy a casar con esta mujer!”

His group erupted into shouts and the 141 stared in confusion until she said, “We’re gonna get married one day.”

“Tonight, if she lets me,” Alejandro added in.

“Don’t push your luck, handsome.” He looked up at her and she planted her elbows on his shoulders. “Ah, fuck it, Price marry us! I know you got ordained one day!”

“What.” Price blinked, rubbing at his eyes before he turned to Ghost. “Simon. When did this happen?”

Ghost shoved the last of the fajitas in his mouth and said, “They’ve been eye-fucking since we got here. Love at first sight.”

“We’re still here, y’know?” She called out and Ghost looked at her.

“Gonna tell me you haven’t been eye-fucking the Colonel since he shook your hand?” he scoffed. “You’ve been thinking of a way to get him in your pants since.”

“Is this true?” Alejandro asked and she looked down.

“If I say yes and I going to be in trouble?”

“Possibly.”

She waggled her brows and flirted, “Is it the sexy kind of trouble?”

“Yes.”

“Then absolutely, I’ve been trying to get you to fuck me ever since I got here,” she confessed without a lick of shame in her tone, expression, or body. “Wholeheartedly admit it. Can confirm. Aye-aye sir. Take me home, Colonel, do me wherever, however, and how ever long your heart desires.” She lowered her voice and breathed, “As good of a whore as I am in theory, I’m even better in practice.”

His eyes had darkened with every word, and she smirked as he heaved her up and over his shoulder. “Perdónenme hombres, es hora de que nos despidamos por la noche.”

“Aww, but I didn’t get to drink another piña colada,” she whined, yelping when his palm flattened against her ass with a crack. “HEY NOT IN PUBLIC! MY DAD’S HERE!”

Price watched them leave, the soldiers cheering and drinking to the Colonel’s newfound love, and he looked at his men. “Has my not-daughter always been a…” he cleared his throat and made a gesture.

“A whore?” Simon offered and nodded. “Big time. And believe me, I’ve met some. Wraith fits right in.”

Soap leaned over Price. “Watch how you talk about our sister. She can’t help being a whore. It’s who she is.” The two of them snickered as Price started to groan about going wrong somewhere.

#alejandro vargas x reader imagines #alejandro vargas x reader imagine #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas imagine #alejandro vargas imagines #alejandro vargas #rudy parra #rodolfo parra #captain price #john price #price #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #cod imagines #cod imagine

[gothicflowers]

Alejandro x Reader

“You speak Spanish?”

SFW Fluff

Warnings: Fluff

It was just a crush at first. I mean he’s tall, dark, handsome and a voice that will make your knees weak. You felt like a teen again blushing every time you were around him. It’s been six months since you stepped off that plane and were greeted by Alejandro. He quickly picked out an affectionate nickname for you. Unknowingly to you he loved seeing you blush whenever he called you it.

He admires your eyes, your laugh, the way you fidget with your clothes when he talks to you. But most of all how caring you were. You always checked in on everyone after missions. You had a way of speaking and showing love and compassion in everything you do. He wants to give you the world. He wants a necklace around your neck with both your names engraved. He realized it all when he found you lounging on the old couch in the garage wrapped up in his blanket reading book.

“What is that book your reading about”

“It’s a love story”

“You read love stories, I didn’t take you as a reader”

“Most people read to escape a reality to go to one they want to be in”

“Is that what you desire”

“What”

“Love, and romance. That is what you want.”

“I guess so”

“Do you not have that waiting for you at home”

“No, I don’t think there is a man who understands this job and could meet my needs who would be willing to love me. Do you have someone?”

“I have my family but not someone to come home to”

Being in tf141 made it almost impossible to have a relationship. How each of your teammates had spouses was something you couldn’t figure out. You had given up on dating or any idea of a future relationship. But over these past months you’ve grown extremely close with Ale. He would bring you books, small trinkets that reminded him of you. Flowers would randomly appear on your table whenever he got back from scouting. Always having your coffee made when you walked into the meeting room. Things that where small but so important to you.

-

The mission was done. A small celebration was held with everyone involved in the operation. The night was finally unwinding and most had turned into their beds for the night. But something had caught your attention. Alejandro’s office door was cracked open and his was talking to Rudy, you’re not one for ease dropping but you could play it off like you where going to grab something from your bed so why not listen in momentarily.

“Me he enamorado de ella pero no quiero alejarla. Ella es todo lo que quiero, todo lo que jamás podría soñar. No quiero que t/n se vaya sin que yo diga lo que tengo que decir.” (I have fallen in love with her but I won’t want to pull her away. She is everything I want, all I could ever dream of. I don’t want y/n to leave without me saying what I need to say) his voice was desperate and full for worry. It was clear in Rudy’s body language from what you could see that this wasn’t the first time Alejandro was talking about you this way.

Entonces ve y dile cómo te sientes hermano. (Then go and tell her brother) Rudy was practically begging and laughing at the same time for Ale to confess to you.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He felt the same way about you. Slowly backing away from the door you practically skipped like a child to outside to your recent lounge spot. What do you do now?

-

It was well past midnight when you heard footsteps coming up from behind.

“Seen you out here so I thought maybe you’d like some company” Alejandro’s deep voice said.

“I always enjoy your company” you shyly say to him with your cheeks blush covered by the night sky.

He sat next to you on the bench for two. The crickets chirping and the breeze was a soothing silence. You needed to tell him, just get it off your chest. The mission was over. So if this conversation doesn’t go well you will be heading back to base in two days anyways and you could forget about him.

“You know all you have to do is ask”

“What do you mean mi amor” his eyes staring deep into yours.

“Pídeme que me quede contigo y lo haré. Te escuché hablar con Rudy y he estado tratando de encontrar una manera de decirte lo mismo” (Ask me to stay for you and I will. I overheard you talking with Rudy and I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you the same thing.)

Ale looked at you in shock. Partly in shock that you just said that all in fluent Spanish but that you’re asking him to take you.

A brief second of panic sets in when he continues to say nothing. Then his lips are crashing into yours. His lips are soft and are in perfect sync with your lips moving against his.

“Stay with me. We can build a life together.”

“I will stay for you Alejandro”

He pulled you in for another passionate kiss. After what felt like eternity you both pulled apart for air. Foreheads still touching. His eyes blown full of joy and love for you.

“You didn’t tell me you spoke Spanish”

“You asked if I knew enough to get by, not if I was fluent”

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas #cod #cod ​x reader #alejandro vargas x you #Alejandro Vargas x y/n #cod x you #flowerwrites

[peroxiddeprincess]

✭ Random COD character headcannons cus i’m bored in class.

Alot of these are based on TikTok comments i have in my saved LMFAOO.

— Once, Soap said Ghost was, “Vertically Assisted”, referencing his height, and Alejandro is now addicted to calling people taller than him vertically assisted.

— Gaz and Soap joke about “rizzing eachother up”, and Price was very confused as to what this meant. Gaz told him it meant they were being bro’s, Soap nodded in agreement. Now everytime he shakes a teammates hand he references it to “rizzing them up”.

— Soap lovesssss karaoke. Alejandro, Rudy and Gaz hype him up. “Dude, that was fire!”

— However, Ghost disagrees with the karaoke. “Yeah, put it out.”

— Once when the others were talking to König about some candy, he promptly and very confidently said he was allergic to it. They were all confused, it was a very basic candy, and he’s allergic?? Then König says, “Well, i’m only a little allergic. I used to eat them all the time out of the little packet that came with the beef jerky.”

— Flabbergasted is an understatement. They didnt have the heart to tell him. They walked away and laughed for a solid 10 minutes, and König carried on like whatever he just confessed was normal.

— Soap called Ghost a senior citizen once. He was so offended, he avoided him for 4 days.

— Gaz likes to tell all the blue eyed people theyre products of incest.

— Alejandro thinks it’s funny to tell everyone they only have a certain amount of time to live when under pressure.

— “You only have 10 years left to live.” “Press the damn button, Aleja- ..What?” “I’m getting visions.”

— Price thinks its so funny to pronounce lactose intolerant as “lack-toast-and-told-her-aunt”.

— ALEJANDRO GATEKEEPS EVERYTHING. Don’t ever ask him where he gets anything. He’ll make up some crazy ass story.

— “Yoo actually i trecked up the himalayas to find a small hidden town. I got it from there and just as i left, the whole town exploded! Craziest day of my damn life.”

— Soap got Rudy to start calling everything “zesty”.

— Graves definitely the typa guy to download a font keyboard and type everything out in some weird ass font cause he thinks its “cool and hip”.

— Don’t insult Ghost. He’ll tell everyone you said a slur.

— Ghost also takes everything anyone says super personally. He jokes around sometimes, but if he thinks you’re being deadass, he’s gonna be deadass too.

— Rudy asked Valeria if she was a boy or a girl. She was very confused and didn’t answer, and now avoids Rudy whenever she can.

— Alejandro and Soap chew with their mouths open. Graves and Price have to give them a reminder that its fucking disgusting. The obnoxious chewing makes Gaz laugh so hard.

— König is accidentally brutally honest. Once, you were showing him your new uniform, and he awkwardly laughed and said, “Maybe you should stick with the old one…”

— Ghost texted Soap to ask how he was doing after a particularly hard mission. Soap said, “So intense.. Was on the edge of my seat the entire time #hellyea”, he got left on seen.

— Alejandro finds it so funny to joke about the backrooms.

— “One wrong step, and you’ll be in the backrooms. Watch out.” “Alejandro, shut the fuck up.”

— Price found a stray cat out on a mission. Gaz named it gluestick, and was very sad when they left gluestick behind. Nobody could figure out why he was so sad over a gluestick until Price explained the situation.

— GRAVES IS IN HIS ALAN WALKER PHASE.

— Gaz says “Ratio” out loud. Nobody but him knows what it means. He laughs at himself everytime he says it.

#psychethinks #call of duty #cod mwii #cod headcanons #call of duty headcanons #konig #könig #könig mw2 #konig mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap cod #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #john price #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #phillip graves #alejandro vargas #rodolfo mw2 #rodolfo parra #valeria cod

[shadowlali]

mayor que usted - ch. 2

COD AU - Coronel Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~10k series masterlist

series summary: You live a carefree and happy life in Las Almas now that El Sin Nombre is gone. Unbeknownst to the people, a new narco moves in with his eyes on you and nothing to lose. Alejandro steps up as your pretend boyfriend while Los Vaqueros stage a plan to take down this new threat. It's fake dating until it's not. You and Alejandro slip into the roles too well and lines begin to blur. Will Alejandro be able to let go of his own rules to allow himself the chance to find love? Based off this request.

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, no use of y/n, not too many descriptions of reader (Alejandro is taller than reader), age gap (not specified but keep it legal), stalker behavior by unwanted suitor, mentions of blood/violence, mentions of narcos/cartels, mentions of drugs, cliffhanger, mutual pining, slow burn, size kink, fingering, oral (f! receiving), unprotected p in v, somnophilia (consensual), creampie (many) a/n: thank you all for being so patient! sargento in spanish is pronounced sar-hen-toh

Reader's P.O.V.

“What are we doing here?” 

“An errand,” Alejandro responds as he parks his truck close to the plaza. 

“So talkative,” you mutter under your breath. 

You see Alejandro laugh as he walks around the front of the truck and comes to open the passenger door. His attention is on you while he helps you jump down but his eyes are on a constant swivel as you begin to walk. Before reaching the main plaza, Alejandro links his fingers through yours and brings you in closer. It’s your first time back in town after the break-in, the past few days you’ve been holed up at Alejandro’s ranch. 

Rudy’s mom immediately wanted to take you back to their home but Alejandro stopped her, saying his girlfriend would be staying at his home. To say Rudy’s mom and Alejandro’s mom were happy would be an understatement. The break-in was momentarily forgotten while they pounced with hugs and kisses and slight chastising because they weren’t aware you two were together. 

Alejandro had already come up with a plan the day before on what the story would be. According to him, you two have always been attracted to each other. Neither of you made a move for fear of rejection until Alejandro realized he couldn’t imagine you with anyone else but him. It was sweet and to the point.

Ximena thought it was extra sweet that Alejandro was the one to come up with the story, making a comment while you two were alone that it would be amazing if this led to something more. You reminded her that it was fake, even if your heart fluttered just a bit at the idea. However, the last thing you want to do is make Alejandro uncomfortable. 

You're shaken out of your thoughts as Alejandro stops in front of the local jewelry store. Once inside, the store attendant waves hello and steps in their back room. Alejandro walks to the register to wait and you take a moment to walk around the store. You don’t come in here often, but the few times you have you always take a look at the shiny jewelry. Underneath the glass display, one particular ring catches your eye. The large diamond placed in the middle of the gold band twinkles back at you. The store attendant comes back with two long boxes and you hear Alejandro call your name.

“We were able to clean your chain, Coronel,” she states as she opens one box to show the thick chain Alejandro wears everyday, ”and we also found the one you were looking for. It was a little difficult to find the pendant and we did have to call another store in the next town over, but we put it together like you asked.”

She places the box in front of you and opens it. A dainty gold chain and butterfly pendant are laid upon the cushioned silk of the box. 

“¿Te gusta?” Alejandro asks you. [Do you like it?]

“I–yes, it’s beautiful.”

Alejandro picks up the necklace and opens the clasp. “Turn around, nena.” 

“Wait, it’s for me? Alejandro, no that’s–that's too much. I–”

“Turn around,” he insists more firmly. 

You raise your eyebrow at his tone, ignoring the flash of heat in your core. The corner of his lips curve slightly before he hides his smile and gently turns you around. With no room to deny him, you let him wrap the chain around your neck. His fingertips brush over your skin briefly while he adjusts the piece before he moves back. You turn towards one of the mirrors on the display case to thumb the gold butterfly, watching it wink back through the mirror. 

“Alejandro, I don’t know what to say?” 

“Say you accept my gift.” he says plainly, as if buying you an expensive present is completely normal on a random weekday. 

You whisper thank you and lean to place a small kiss on his jaw, your lips tickled by the thick hair from his beard. He offers you a smile while he quickly clasps his own chain around his neck. The store attendant busies herself by placing both boxes in a gift bag with some cleaning kits.  

You don’t hear the rest of the conversation, the store attendant and Alejandro’s voice drowned out by the blood rushing to your ears. It’s not the first gift he’s bought for you, the journals and books and nice pens that sit on your desk are a testament to what an amazing gift giver he is. 

But this is the first time he’s bought jewelry for you, expensive and personalized jewelry. It has to be all a part of his plan… right? Yes, you think, he probably has a much more logical reason for this gift. If the store attendant had to call a store in another town to find something for Coronel Alejandro Vargas, then that’s already two separate people outside of the families who know about the relationship. While you love this town, it's small enough that any sort of gossip spreads like wildfire and will eventually reach León. 

Their conversation comes to an end and Alejandro leads you out of the store, once again reaching for your hand. The walk back to the truck is interrupted by a few people coming up to ask if you’re okay. You think their concerns are genuine, but you can also see their curious glances towards your linked hands. Alejandro lets them know he’s looking into the break-in but in the meantime his mujer will be staying with him. [woman]

In that moment you thank Alejandro and Rudy’s need for privacy. While their families and very close friends know where they live, most in Las Almas have only an idea of where their homes might be. The last thing you want is León finding Alejandro or Rudy’s home and doing something in retaliation. Alejandro leads you back to the truck and begins the drive to base. 

“Ale… why did you buy me this necklace?” you ask while absentmindedly playing with the pendant. 

He glances over at you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other arm placed on the center console. You can see your reflection in his black aviators. He fixes his eyes on the road once more before he answers. “I thought you deserved something nice after what happened.” 

You’re left speechless for a few seconds until you laugh. “You’re already doing so much for me! A necklace wasn’t necessary.” 

“Just enjoy it, yeah?” he says. 

You nod and lean over the console to place another kiss on his cheek. The rest of the ride is left in comfortable silence. 

- - - 

Alejandro’s P.O.V.

Alejandro only half listens to Rudy as he sees you walk away with Ximena, most likely to her office where she does their bookkeeping. Ximena points to the necklace and while he can’t hear what she says, he assumes she’s asking about it. You disappear from view as the both of you turn the corner. 

“Alejandro? Alejandro?” Rudy asks. 

“Ye—Yes, you were talking about the cargo you intercepted.” 

Rudy raises his eyebrow slightly but continues talking, “I have some soldiers sorting through it but it’s weapons we haven’t seen before.” 

“What did the driver say?” 

Rudy sighs, “Nothing valuable. Said he was hired to pick up the truck and drive it to some place not far from here. He had a map so I sent some soldiers to check it out… You think it was León?” 

Alejandro’s stomach sours at the mention of that name. “Could be. Let’s hope the soldiers find something good.” 

Rudy leaves, relieved from his shift now that Alejandro is there. He takes you and Ximena with him, getting instructions from Alejandro to drop you off at his home. Alejandro does a few rounds on base, checking in on the soldiers while also periodically checking his phone to view his security cameras. Once he sees that his home is quiet, aside from the guards patrolling the outskirts of his property, Alejandro makes his way to the cargo. 

The warehouse that holds the confiscated semi-truck is noisy and busy, the soldiers removing boxes and sorting through all the weapons carefully. He takes a look at the various pieces, his jaw clenching once he realizes they were assembled in parts. It’ll be difficult to trace the weapons to the source. It hurts him to see all of this. Alejandro worked so hard to free Las Almas only for narcos to start moving back in. No. I won’t let them, he thinks. 

Alejandro spends the rest of the afternoon sorting through and taking inventory of what they find. They manage to find a burner phone hidden underneath the seat. He has one of the soldiers try to trace the phone numbers and look through the text messages. It turns out to be useless, the two phone numbers recorded in the phone seem to be from a randomized phone number app. More bad news comes his way once the soldiers sent to check-out the drop off sight come back with no information. The drop-off site was an empty field with no signs of life in the surrounding area. 

Hours later, once the sun has set and they’ve sorted through half of the boxes, Alejandro decides to leave. On a normal day, he’d stay on base to work the moment he wakes. He rushes home instead, wondering if his guest needs him even though he knows you’re okay. It’s still early in the night, and he assumes you’re curled up on the couch with one of the books from his shelf. The scent of home cooked food drifts to him once he walks through the front door. Alejandro walks towards the dining room and sees you place dishes on the table. 

“Hey, you’re home!” you greet him. “I made dinner.” You offer him a bright smile and continue talking, ”I realized if I’m staying here the least I could do would be to cook.” 

Alejandro isn’t sure how to react and instead continues to stand still, surprise etched on his face.  

“I asked your mom what your favorite foods are and she gave me some of her recipes.” 

“She must have been very excited that you called,” he manages to say after his silence. “But, you don’t have to, you’re a guest–” 

Your smile drops and you let out a sigh, “I want to, Ale. Just let me do this, okay?”

Alejandro notices the stubborn look in your eyes, the one where he knows you’ll just ignore him. He nods once, the smile returning to your face once you realize he’s accepting your proposition. You walk back into the kitchen to get his drink after telling him to wash up. As he makes his way to his room, Alejandro smiles to himself. Despite being serious about not wanting you to worry about cooking for him, he can’t help but feel warmth spread through his chest at all the effort you put in. 

The conversation flows easily between the two of you, Alejandro’s body calming down after his long day of work. He savors each bite of food and tells you over and over how delicious it is. You wave him off, a shy looking flashing across your face. You ask him personal questions, like what his favorite books are and when was the first time he rode a horse.

It's been a few hours, the food and drinks long gone. Alejandro begins picking up plates and cups once he notices the sleepy look in your eyes. He doesn’t want the night to end, which is scary to think. In these past few days and in these last few hours, he’s come to realize how comfortable he is in your presence. He craves more of you, more of your thoughts and your stories and the sound of your voice. 

You refuse to stay sitting, instead helping dry plates while he washes. Alejandro asks about your plans the next day and his stomach drops once you remind him that you’ll be returning to work. As much as he’d love to keep you locked up in his house until the threat is neutralized, you deserve to live your normal life. With a soldier he’s handpicked to protect you, of course. 

The kitchen now clean, the both of you walk down the hallway. You bid him goodnight once you reach your door. With a soft click, the door to your room closes. He stares at the closed door for a few moments, listening to your muffled steps and then the shower turning on. Alejandro drags his feet to his room, wondering how he’s going to survive living under the same roof as you. 

- - - 

Reader’s P.O.V.

Bright and early the next day you arrive to work and park your car. You wave to the escolta who parks right next to your car and make your way into the boutique. You manage to take some steps inside before you’re bombarded with questions from your coworkers. [bodyguard]

“Why didn’t you tell us you were dating Coronel Vargas?” 

“Is it true he bought you a neckla–oh, it's so pretty!” 

“How long were you planning on keeping this a secret?” 

“When did you move in with him?” 

“Are you okay?” your boss asks. 

You nod,” Yes, I’m okay. Alejandro is working on it—“ 

Simultaneous ooohhs and you call him by his first name? are exclaimed by your coworkers and luckily your boss shoos them away, taking you aside and once again asking you how you feel. Once you’ve assured her that you’re fine and ready to work again, she leaves to the back office. You drop your things off in the backroom and your coworkers pounce again. You answer their questions, finding it quite funny how obsessed they are about your new ‘relationship’. 

You fall back into the routine you know and love so much. Clothes are folded or added onto mannequins, inventory is checked, and light gossip is passed between you and your coworkers. You don’t realize how much you missed in the week gone from work. Customers come in and window shoppers are abundant today but you’re not sure if it's because they want new clothes or a glimpse at Coronel Vargas’ new girlfriend. 

As you clean the front window, you try to remember any of Alejandro’s past girlfriends. You’ve known both families long enough but the only woman you can think of is Valeria. You’re not quite sure what happened between them, if Alejandro broke her heart or the other way around. It does hurt to think about Alejandro being alone all these years, maybe unable to open up again after his last failed relationship. 

The window becomes clean enough that you can see your reflection and the local florist walk across the street. You turn around and the older man waves with one hand while carrying a giant bouquet of bright pink tulips. 

“Making a special delivery?” you joke. 

“Yes! How did you know?” he asks. 

“Oh—uh, I didn’t! Are they for me?”

He laughs at your genuine look of confusion and hands you the bouquet, “Coronel Vargas said pink tulips are one of your favorite flowers.” 

You grab the bouquet slowly, feeling your heart double in size. “Yeah, they are,” you whisper. “Thank you.” 

He says goodbye and you push open the boutique door with your shoulder, jumping slightly once you hear screams of excitement from your coworkers. 

Before you can grab it, one of your coworkers swipes the small notecard sticking out from the top. “‘I hope you have a great day at work, nena - Ale.’ Aw, you call him Ale? That’s so cute!” 

It’s becoming difficult to separate the fake from the real. On one hand, you’re well aware that this relationship is fake and the truth will come out once Leòn is caught. On the other hand, there’s moments where you think Alejandro and you share something deeper. Last night for example, you could’ve sworn Alejandro didn’t want the conversation to end. He even went as far as to walk you back to the guest bedroom. 

The tulips are probably for appearances only, but that doesn’t stop you from snapping a photo and sending it to him. The horrible memory of the last bouquet you received is pushed out of your mind with the help of Alejandro.

You: [Image sent] 

9:27 A.M.

thank you for the tulips! i’m having a great day at work 🌷🤍

9:28 A.M.

Ale: [Ale loved an image]

9:29 A.M.

I’m glad you like them and I’m happy to hear.

9:29 A.M. 

- - -  

Work isn’t until later in the morning so there isn’t a reason to be up so early, but you like the view of the sunrise through the big windows in the living room. It’s been your new routine for the past days, waking up early and sitting on the couch while Alejandro gets ready for base. The first time he spoke to you with his morning voice, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. It’s deep and more rough than usual, but it's a sound you’ve come to crave. 

Alejandro is surprisingly talkative in the early hours of the day, telling you what his plans are then wanting to know yours. He brings you a cup of coffee, strong and dark with just a splash of milk, and leans on the armrest of the couch. His eyes are always sleepy and his voice stays low while he stares out of the window, the both of you watching the beams of dark red and orange paint the sky. 

Your life isn’t the only one that’s changed; Alejandro’s routine and mornings are probably a lot more different. You’re surprised at how welcoming he’s been, never making you feel like you’re imposing in his home. He makes sure the couch always has thick blankets for the cold mornings and remembers to make your coffee exactly how you like it. Even on the days where he needs to leave a little earlier or runs late, he’ll leave the mug waiting by the window sill. 

In the afternoons when Alejandro returns from work, you’re always in the process of finishing dinner. He’ll put down his things, wash up, then help you set the dining table. Sometimes Ximena and Rudy or their moms will visit, and it feels like you’re having dinner with family. When Alejandro comes home tired from work, the two of you will sit in comfortable silence. He tries to keep a conversation going, but you always remind him to relax and enjoy dinner. 

No matter how tired or drained he is from the day, he’ll insist on helping with the dishes and making you tea. You’re not quite sure when he noticed that you like to drink tea before bed, but he’ll fill the kettle and place a tea bag in the mug you use so often. And that’s the routine that you two follow mostly every single day. 

You know it won’t last forever. You know that eventually Los Vaqueros will catch León and you’ll go back to your own house. You know that one morning you’ll wake up to watch the sunrise and Alejandro won’t be there with his sleepy voice and a cup of coffee. But until then, until the threat is taken down and Las Almas once again knows peace, you’ll cherish these moments with Alejandro and ignore the countdown in your head. 

- - - 

Alejandro’s P.O.V.

He sits at his desk with a giant map of Las Almas and surrounding cities printed on it. There’s little red circles and lines that he draws on the map as he listens to the radio. Rudy stands on the other side of the desk, turning the dial to bypass the static. Even before catching El Sin Nombre, there’s been a group of soldiers dedicated to listening to chatter on the radio. 

Earlier today, the soldiers alerted Rudy of what they believe to be León’s men coordinating the shipment of product. The only reason the soldiers believe it’s them is because they mentioned his name once before another told them to use patrón instead. Now, Alejandro listens to the conversations and places circles over the regions they mention. 

An hour passes by with complete silence over the radio but by then, Alejandro has already sent out a drone to scope out the area. The camera footage shows tents, trailers, and semi trucks. He can see people moving boxes into the trucks and smoke coming out of the open tents. Alejandro decides not to wait for more conversations over the radio, deciding to stop the trucks from leaving and breaking down what he assumes to be makeshift labs. 

“¿Estás seguro?” Rudy asks as they put on their vests. “You don’t want to wait to make sure?” [Are you sure?]

“No, let's go.” 

Adrenaline begins to flow through Alejandro’s body, the familiar buzz he feels right before a mission is back. The Jeeps file out of the warehouse and he hears the soldiers shout buena suerte. He sends a quick message to you, that he’ll be gone until morning but everything will be okay. He leaves it at that, not wanting to make you nervous. [good luck]

They leave the cars parked a few clicks away and manage to ambush the men. Some try to run, but they don’t get far. Once the men are secured and sitting on the ground, Alejandro does a last sweep through the trailers and tents. Just as he suspected, they were making, packaging, and shipping all in this location. He doesn’t find León, none of the men look like the security footage from the bar. 

He walks into the farthest trailer, separating from the rest of the soldiers. The inside of the trailer is disgusting; dirty mattresses on the floor, liquor bottles, and of course drug paraphernalia. The backdoor to the rest of the trailer is closed. Alejandro props up his weapon and wiggles the door handle. It doesn’t budge. He’s not sure if it's locked or if something on the other pushes against it to keep it closed. 

Just as he lifts his leg to kick it open, he feels the sudden pain of a blunt metal object hitting the back of his head. He grunts from the pain, but manages to spin and block the next blow from his attacker. His eyes are unfocused and he feels warm blood begin to drip down his head. Alejandro sees the silver glint of a knife and quickly shoots the attacker in the knee. With a shout of agony, the man falls and drops both weapons. 

He kicks the weapons out of reach and scans the trailer. Alejandro finds the door open to a tiny closet that he missed when he first walked in, mentally kicking himself for not checking thoroughly. Rudy kicks open the main door with his gun drawn, noticing the screaming man on the floor then Alejandro holding up a handkerchief to the back of his head. 

“What happened?” Rudy shouts over the noise. 

“Nada, sargento,” Alejandro rebuffs while wincing in pain,”let’s light it up.” [Nothing sergeant]

Once outside, Alejandro sees one of the trucks being loaded with boxes of intel and the captured men. His attacker, now passed out from blood loss and pain, is also placed in the truck with a makeshift tourniquet. With the truck heading back to base, they tip over all the tubs full of chemicals and rip open the packaged product. They find gasoline in canisters and dump it all over the site and through each trailer. From a safe distance Alejandro shoots the trail of gasoline with a flare gun. It only takes five minutes for the entire place to go up in flames. 

“Thank God we’re in the middle of nowhere,” Rudy mutters. 

Back at base, the pain in his skull has decreased to a slight throbbing. It’s loud and a little chaotic with the soldiers placing men in cells and providing or receiving medical treatment. Alejandro sends out a prayer in thanks for none of his soldiers being badly injured. The onsite paramedic cleans Alejandro’s wound and stitches him up. 

“I fear you may have a concussion,” the medic states while removing his gloves, “I need you to rest but not fall asleep for a few more hours.” 

“Yeah, yeah I understand. I’ll go back to my office to help sort through–” 

“Coronel, it’s best if you relax for the rest of the night. Why don’t you have someone drive you back home? Away from all the noise and chaos?” 

They go back and forth for a bit, Alejandro too energized by pain and adrenaline to worry about resting. Eventually, the doctor arrives and sends Alejandro home. He doesn’t realize how late it is until he checks his watch and realizes it's past midnight. A soldier drops him off at the ranch and Alejandro stumbles only slightly when walking inside. He unlocks the door and is immediately enveloped in your warm embrace. 

“Ale, are you okay? What–what happened?” you ask with terror clogging your voice. 

He brings his arms up and around you, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You tremble slightly in his embrace and lean back to look at him. Alejandro notes your red, teary eyes and wipes his thumb across your wet cheek; you’ve been crying. 

“I’m okay, nena. Just a bump on my head.” 

You squeeze him tighter and he cups your face in his large hands, wiping away the tears that fall. 

“No llores, bebé. Te prometo que estoy bien.” he croons. [Don’t cry, baby. I promise I’m okay.]

Alejandro can tell you don’t completely believe him because more tears fall from your pretty eyes, but you nod and let him go anyway. 

“How did you know something happened?” Alejandro asks. 

“Ximena saw the Jeeps leave and heard one of the soldiers talking. She texted me to see if I knew anything.” you respond. 

Alejandro tries to nod but ends up wincing instead. He reaches a hand to touch the back of his skull. You let go of him and quickly walk around, gasping once you see the stitches in the dim light. 

“You said you were okay, Alejandro!” 

He winces again, not from the tone or volume of your voice but because it’s the first time in a while that you use his full name. “I am, I might have a concussion but–” 

“A what? Oh my god, let’s get you to your room.” 

Too tired to disagree, Alejandro lets you lead him to his room once he’s kicked off his dirty boots in the entryway. He waits while you enter his bathroom and turn on the shower. You ruffle through his drawers and take out pajamas for him. 

“Come on, in the shower,” you say while pulling him by his hand,” I’m going to wait outside while you shower. Don’t close the door all the way so I can hear if you fall.” 

Alejandro smiles at the serious look on your face, emotion swirling in his stomach at you being so ready to care for him. You roll your eyes and push him into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. He groans once the hot water touches his skin. Careful to not wet the stitches, Alejandro washes off the blood and sweat from his body. Once clean, he shuts off the water and sluggishly puts on the clothes you chose for him. 

He walks out of the bathroom to see you sitting on the edge of his bed with a cup of coffee. He tries to reach for it, but you swat his hand away and point to the glass of water and the pain meds next to it. Alejandro swallows the pills and finishes his water as you turn on the TV and select a random movie.  

“I called the doctor on base,” you start,” and she said to keep a watch over you for the next few hours. So I’m going to stay here and we’re going to watch movies until I know for sure you’re okay.” 

Alejandro pushes the covers back on his bed and gets underneath. He pats the spot next to him, figuring you’re too stubborn to convince to leave. You eye the spot for a moment but walk to the other side of the bed and place the coffee cup on the nightstand. Before you can decide to sit on top of the covers, Alejandro throws them back. You get underneath them but sit a respectable distance away from him on the king size bed. 

“Are you allowed to tell me what happened?” you whisper. 

Alejandro turns towards you and nods, ”We heard that León had some men working up in the hills. We didn’t find him, but we found his men and burned the place down.” 

“Still a win, Ale.” 

He gives a noncommittal hum. 

“How did that happen?” you say while pointing to his head. 

He groans, mostly from embarrassment. “I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t hear someone come up behind me…I think Rudy was right.” 

“In what?” 

Alejandro reaches for your hand and gives it a squeeze. “Maybe we could have waited before hitting the place. Maybe León would’ve shown up eventually.” 

“You’ll catch him. I know you will.” 

You lean towards him and place a warm kiss on his cheek. It scorches and leaves tingles on his skin. You lean back slightly, your face close to his. “Please be careful, Ale.”

His eyes flit down to the butterfly pendant on your soft chest, up to your lips then to your shiny eyes. He sees the moment your pupils dilate and move down to glance at his mouth. Alejandro forgets about the pain in his head and instead focuses on the beating of his heart. He brings up a hand to cup the side of your head and runs his thumb over your jaw. Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip and he decides then and there he’s going to kiss you. 

Just as he leans in, the sound of his ringtone startles you both. You jump back and he quickly reaches for his phone on the nightstand. He clenches the phone in his hand, cursing Rudy in his head as he sees his name flash on the screen. You clear your throat and reach for the coffee cup to take a sip. 

“I can–uh–I can leave–” you start. 

“No, no. I’ll take this in the hallway.” Alejandro interrupts. 

He answers the call a little bit angry and becomes more annoyed once Rudy tells him what’s going on at base. All of the men were separated in the cells, yet none of them can pinpoint exactly where León is. They can only vaguely give a description of the region where he might be. Alejandro tells Rudy to keep him updated if anything and ends the call. He returns to the room to see you back at the other side of the bed. 

“Anything important?” you ask. 

Alejandro runs a hand across his jaw, making a note to trim his beard in the morning. “No, nothing yet.” 

You change the conversation, essentially shutting down the idea of revisiting the ‘almost kiss’ from earlier. He decides not to press the issue and instead gets back into bed. You stay with him for a total of three movies, the conversation light and normal. Once you’ve made sure he’s okay, you turn off the TV and let him sleep, shutting the door behind you. As he listens to the sound of you walking back to your room, he wonders what would have happened had Rudy never called. 

- - - 

“Do you miss having them?” you ask while holding onto his waist. 

Alejandro has since been cleared from his concussion and unfortunately no other voices have been heard on the radio. It’s a nice weekend, with the sun bright and the air fresh. The perfect weather to go horseback riding. So that’s what you two are doing, riding on one of Alejandro’s former horses. 

“Sometimes, yeah. But they like being at Rudy’s ranch. They get a lot of exercise and the whole family loves them.” he responds. 

“Why does Rudy have them?” 

“I had too much going on with Los Vaqueros and couldn’t dedicate any time to them. Rudy’s uncles told me they would take care of them so I could focus.” 

Focusing is what Alejandro is currently struggling with. He feels the warm press of your body on his back and legs. The flowery scent of your perfume wraps around him. You talk directly in his ear, scratching an itch in his brain with each word you say. He should have brought you horseback riding sooner if he knew how close you were going to be. 

“I’ve seen them at Rudy’s home. I just never knew they were yours,” you pause before continuing,” once this situation with León is over, I promise I’ll help you care for any horses or animals you bring to your ranch.” 

Alejandro chuckles,” Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

Alejandro brings the horse to the little barn in the plaza meant for those who come into town on their horses. He dismounts then helps you down, his head becoming dizzy at the feel of your body sliding down his front. He keeps his hands wrapped around your waist and stares into the pools of your eyes. Your mouth parts and he can see the pink tip of your tongue. He brings you in closer, ready to kiss you. Before he can, both of your hats bump into each other. 

“Shit–” 

“I’m sorry–” 

“¿Cuánto tiempo estarán fuera?” The man who runs the stables asks, coming to collect the horse and hand Alejandro a ticket.  [How long will you be gone?]

“Só–sólo unas horas,” Alejandro stutters. He grabs the ticket and places his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the stables. [Just a few hours] 

Once in the plaza, he holds your hand in his. That’s the second time where the kiss has been interrupted. He knows it’s probably for the best, that it’s a bad idea to experience the soft press of your mouth on his, to hold you even closer to his body and devour your mouth until you’re both gasping for air. 

“There they are,” you exclaim as you point towards a group of people. 

You wave and begin walking faster, pulling Alejandro with you. His and Rudy’s parents, along with Rudy and Ximena are waiting outside of a restaurant. Like the polite and perfect person you are, you greet each one with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Alejandro accidentally let it slip to Rudy that he was planning on bringing you to this restaurant for a date. Rudy decided to invite both families and inform Alejandro the morning of, making it too late for him to cancel. 

They seat your party outside and for the next few hours Alejandro’s need to kiss you doesn’t stop. To keep up with appearances, you sit close to him with his arm around your shoulder. This provides Alejandro the best position to place soft kisses on the side of your head and the apples of your cheeks. On the third or fourth time he places a kiss on your cheek, he can feel the heat of your skin, you most likely just as flustered and affected as him. 

Alejandro doesn’t have to pretend like dating you is difficult. You’re kind and honest and so beautiful to look at. Even now, while you argue with his dad about which players are the best on the national football team, he can’t help but desire for all of this to be real. You fit so nicely in his home, with his family, and in his life. 

He wakes up every morning ready to serve you a cup of coffee and watch the sunrise. He thinks about you while he’s at work, wondering if you’re having a good day at your job. Alejandro rushes home every night, ready to hear your sweet voice and spend time together before you both walk to separate bedrooms. 

Catching that wannabe narco is his main priority and he knows he’s only getting closer to trapping him. But the idea of losing you after this is all over sends pangs of hurt through his heart. Alejandro knows this isn't going to last forever, that one day you’re going to return to your normal life without him. But it still doesn’t lessen the pain. 

The dinner comes to an end and Alejandro settles the bill. Despite being a little annoyed with Rudy this morning, he can’t help but recognize how nice it was to spend time with his family. The both of you make your way back to the stables, the awkward moment from earlier seemingly forgotten. Alejandro returns the ticket and pays while you bring the horse over. The journey back to Rudy’s house is slow and quiet, your arms wrapped nicely around his waist. 

Eventually, you arrive at Rudy’s home. Alejandro unmounts and helps you down. You talk to Ximena while Alejandro and Rudy take the horse back to the stable. Alejandro barely listens to Rudy, instead thinking about you. He comes back, you say your goodbyes and get into Alejandro’s truck. Alejandro stays quiet on the drive back, listening to you talk about a movie you’re going to watch next weekend with Ximena and a few of your other coworkers. 

“I had a lot of fun today, Ale” you say as you both walk into the house. 

“So did I,” he replies. 

The both of you take off your boots in the entryway and hang your hats on the hooks. Alejandro tries to think of something else to say, awkwardly fixing his boots by the door. 

“I’ll–uh, see you tomorrow morning. Good night.” You press your lips on his cheek, turn and walk towards the hall. 

Alejandro watches you walk away, the tight jeans you wear molding perfectly to your ass and thighs. He’s been forcing down his attraction to you, not allowing himself to think about you when he’s in the shower or alone in his bed. He’s always jerked off, more as a stress relief than actual pleasure. It only takes him a few minutes in the shower and he’s done. Even before you came to live with him, you’d invade his mind with that pretty smile and the body he loves so much.

But before, he was strong enough to push those images out of his head. Now? He’s not as strong. You excite him the most in the mornings with your puffy lips and half-lidded eyes, marks on your face from the pillow. You sit on the couch, wrapped in his blankets and smelling like soft linen. The desire overpowered the guilt and now he can’t go a single day without thinking about you while he fucks his hand. 

Alejandro realizes he’s been standing in the same spot for a while now, only jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of the shower running in your room. He walks around the house to double check the windows and doors are all locked. The shower turns off in your room and he thinks about knocking on your door, just to see if you’ll still be wet from the water. He keeps walking to his room instead. 

He lies awake in his bed an hour later. His own shower did nothing to relax him. Alejandro keeps replaying over and over again the times where you two have almost kissed. Before he can remind himself how bad of an idea it is to kiss you, he hears the door to your room open. He thinks you walk towards the living room or kitchen, but by now you’re too far for him to hear your footsteps. 

Minutes later you still haven’t come back and curiosity gets the better of him. He checks the living room first but doesn’t find you there. He hears the whistle of the kettle and walks to the kitchen to see you turn off the stove and pour water into a cup. 

Without turning around to face him you ask, “do you want some tea?” 

The words are stuck in his throat at the slip of cloth he assumes are pajamas. A silk robe hangs off your shoulders, giving him a view of the thin straps to your babydoll nightgown. You turn to look at him with a confused expression since he hasn’t answered your question. Once you see the hungry look in his eyes, you move slightly to the side to press against the cool counter. Alejandro walks slowly to you, his eyes raking from the tips of your pink slippers up to your wide eyes. 

His fingers slide up your arm and tug the strap of the nightgown. He continues, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly from your heavy breathing. Alejandro tugs lightly on the butterfly pendant and elicits a gasp from your mouth. 

“What—what are we doing—“ you stutter. 

“Can I kiss you, nena?” Alejandro whispers. 

You look up at him, nibbling on your bottom lip. “Yes, please.” 

Alejandro doesn’t need any more encouragement, immediately sliding his hand to cup the back of your head and bring your lips to his. Everything about you is soft. Your lips, the breathy moans, your flowery scent. You're a little shy at first, giving him only light presses of your lips and swiping the tip of your tongue on his bottom lip. Your hands travel up to grip his thick hair and you become more emboldened. Alejandro groans into your mouth, feeling you suck on his bottom lip. 

He presses his tongue on your bottom lip, managing to swipe the tip of your tongue. You let out a squeak and open your mouth more, pressing your tongue on his. Alejandro’s hands slide down your waist to cup your ass and bring you right into his hard bulge. Pressing your back into the counter, he lifts your thigh to wrap it around your waist and grind his erection on your pussy. You moan and bite his lower lip from the stimulation. His hand travels up your thigh but he finds no panties. The only thing separating you two is his linen pajama pants. 

He brings his hand to your front, touching your inner thigh and feeling the sticky wetness coating the skin. Alejandro pulls back from the kiss,” Is this okay? Do you want to keep going?” 

Your eyes are glassy and wild. You nod but he shakes his head, ”words, nena. Please.” 

“Yes, Ale. Please, please don’t stop.” you plead. 

“Not here, not in the kitchen. Come on.” 

He turns to make sure the stove is turned off and grabs your hand to lead you out of the kitchen. In less than a minute you're lightly thrown on his bed. You sit up, taking off the robe and reaching for the end of your nightgown. You pull it over your head and throw it to the side with your discarded robe and slippers. 

“Mi nena, hermosa,” he says. [beautiful]  

Even in the moonlight, Alejandro can see your pretty tits and soft thighs. He quickly pulls down his pajama bottoms, smirking the moment your eyes widen when you take in his size. 

“Wait, Ale. I–I don’t know if that’ll fit–” 

“Don’t worry nena, it will.” 

Alejandro climbs on the bed and covers your body with his. He presses his lips on yours again, using one hand to slide over your chest and pinch your nipples. You press your chest up in his hand and bring up your thigh to wrap around his waist. He stops you from grinding into his hard cock, knowing if he feels the wet heat he’ll finish before you two have even started. Alejandro breaks the kiss and immediately attacks your neck with kisses and bites. You begin to giggle which confuses him. 

“Your beard is scratching–ooohh–” 

He shuts you up by dragging his tongue up your throat. You once again try to grind up but he slaps your inner thigh and mutters a stern no, compórtarte. [behave]

He moves further down, sucking and pinching your nipples until they’re swollen and wet with his saliva. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, tilting his head to slightly stretch your nipple, then releases it with a pop. You arch your back and whine at the sensation. 

“You like that?” 

“Yeah, Ale–fuck–”

He does it to the other nipple, biting a little harder than necessary once he feels the sting of your nails in his scalp. You pull and grip at his hair while he covers your chest in kisses. Alejandro bites and drags his teeth on the soft skin of your belly until he reaches your mound. Using his big hands, he spreads open your thighs. His mouth waters at the sight. Slick wetness covers your puffy pussy lips. Your clit looks swollen and begging for his tongue. 

Alejandro runs his index finger from your inner thigh, collecting the wetness. “Eres tan hermosa,” he whispers. [You are so beautiful]

He uses his broad shoulders to keep your spread open. Using two fingers, Alejandro spreads your folds and presses the tip of his tongue to your drooling hole. The sweet taste invades his tongue and he can’t help but moan into your cunt. He latches his mouth to you, shoving his tongue inside of your warm entrance. You pull at his hair, the slight sting on his scalp only encouraging him more. 

“Ale, just like that–oh, fuck,” you chant. 

Alejandro drags his tongue to your neglected clit, flicking it with hard strokes. Your hips twitch and grind on his face. He slips a finger into your entrance, marveling at how warm and slick you are. He grinds his cock on the edge of the bed, imagining how it will feel wrapped around him. He feasts like a man starved, sucking at your swollen clit then dragging his tongue through your folds and back down to your little hole. Your scent and taste is in his mouth, on his beard, on his skin. 

He adds another finger, memorizing every ridge of your cunt with the pads of his finger. He bumps his fingers on your g-spot, making you squeak and arch your back. Alejandro does it again, this time using the pads of his fingers to massage the spongy spot. You twist your hips and moan right there, right there, right there. Alejandro happily listens, fucking his fingers faster into you, making sure to bump that spot. You tighten and flutter around his fingers and he knows you're close.

“Are you going to come for me, nena?” 

“I’m so clo–close, Ale–please” 

With broad strokes of his tongue, he flicks your button over and over and over again. It doesn’t take long for you to scream his name and unravel underneath his mouth. His sucks and sucks your clit and fucks your spasming hole with his thick fingers. Your body shakes and you wrap your thighs around his head. He lets you, ready to die a happy man if you suffocate and drown him in your sweet, sticky mess. 

Your thighs open limply and you push his head away,” No, no mo-more.” 

Alejandro stops, pressing a kiss to your thigh and covering your body with his. Your head is pressed on the pillows, eyes closed. He grips your jaw and forces your mouth open. You open your eyes and stick out your tongue, moaning when he pushes his wet fingers into your mouth. You close your mouth and suck his fingers clean, pulses of heat shooting directly to his hard cock. 

Once he’s satisfied, Alejandro removes his fingers and wipes your saliva on his dick. He grips and pumps his cock with his hand to alleviate some of the pressure. You prop yourself up on an elbow and reach a hand to stroke him. He throws his head back with a husky sigh and lets you touch him with soft fingers. You grip him, barely able to wrap your hand all the way around. 

“You’re so, you’re so velvety,” you whisper. 

It’s Alejandro’s turn to chuckle this time, finding your comment funny. 

“No more playing, let me fuck you.” He responds. 

You quickly nod and let go, letting him place your ankle on his shoulder and spread out your other thigh. He grips himself again and notches the head of his cock to your messy entrance. Alejandro presses in slowly, letting you adjust to his size. As his thick head plunges into you, he grabs your hand and squeezes. You shut your eyes and press your face into the pillow, squeezing his hand back. Alejandro slaps your inner thigh, drawing out a whine from your mouth. 

“No me quites los ojos de encima.” [Keep your eyes on me] 

With your attention back on him, you whimper, “yes, Ale.” 

He fucks you with his tip, slow and methodical. Alejandro pulls out and sees your slick cover his mushroom head. You whimper at the loss, twisting your hips to try to fuck yourself onto him.

“You want more, nena? Think you can take it all?” 

“I can, Ale! I promise.” 

Alejandro plunges in with a single thrust, sheathing his cock in your pulsing heat. He turns his head and bites the skin at your ankle, overcome by the pleasure. You squeeze his hand and use your other to pinch your nipples. Not waiting for him to continue, you begin moving your hips in tiny circles. Shocks of heat start at the base of his spine and Alejandro does his best to force down his orgasm, not ready to come yet. 

He watches you pull and tug at your nipples while you twitch on his cock. With his breathing under control, Alejandro slides out and plunges back in. He reaches the end of you, each bump and ridge of your pussy massaging his length. 

“Dios, that’s–that’s perfect.” He groans. 

He finds a nice rhythm, one that has you bouncing back into him. You let go of his hand and bring it up to your face, sucking his index finger into your mouth. The look on your face his him fucking you faster. You look up at him with scrunched eyebrows and wet eyes. He sees tears pool into the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. His otherwise quiet room is filled with groans and the wet slap of his hips. 

“Perfect—little—pussy,” he growls while pounding into you. 

Alejandro pulls his index finger out of your mouth and switches it with his thumb. He looks down to see your joined bodies and finds your slick covering the short hair at his base. He watches the plunge of his cock into your cunt, wondering how he survived for so long without you. He can only hope you let him do this over and over and over again. 

Alejandro doesn’t think he can let you go back to your own life after this night. No, we belong together. He pops out his thumb from your mouth and brings it to your clit, his orgasm quickly approaching. You grind your hips and scratch at any of his skin you can reach. Ale, I’m so close. Ale, I’m so close. The words I love you are on the tip of his tongue but before he can say anything, you grip his cock tight with your warm heat and come apart. 

He moves your leg off his shoulder and quickly wraps it around his waist, leaning down to swallow your moans. You bite and whimper into his mouth while gripping his hair. He keeps pounding into you, slamming his hips until his own orgasm overtakes him. He fills you up with his seed, painting and marking your cunt as his. Alejandro keeps going until his knees give out and his cock begs him to stop from the overstimulation. 

He falls halfway on top of you, making sure not to smother you with his full weight. You stay quiet with eyes closed for a few minutes and only move to link your hand in his. His breathing returns to normal and he moves his head to look at you. He watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each breath you take. On shaky legs, he stands up and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“I’ll be back. Stay here, okay?” 

You open one eye slightly and smile at him. “Okay.” 

He uses his discarded pants to wipe his slick cock then walks back to the kitchen for a glass of water. He drinks a glass himself, and when he’s done he refills the same glass for you. He comes back to his room to see you sitting yourself up. Alejandro has you sit and drink the entire glass of water, going as far as to hold the glass while you drink. Once done, he walks into his bathroom and wets a washcloth. You try to clean yourself up, but Alejandro gives you a stern look and has you lie down while he runs to cloth over your swollen pussy. 

“Will you sleep here with me?” He asks once he’s thrown his pajama pants and washcloth in the clothes hamper. 

You give him a sweet smile, “yes.”

- - - 

Sunday morning comes and even though he fell asleep way past midnight, his internal clock wakes him up before the sun rises. You’re asleep, one leg thrown over his waist and your head on his chest. He runs his fingers down your back and up your shoulders. Alejandro takes a moment to think about what happened. He can’t, won’t, and simply doesn’t want to go back to how things were before. Maybe he won’t tell you he loves you yet, but he will soon. Alejandro has tried to ignore his feelings about this relationship. And while technically it might be fake, to him it seems very real. 

You stir in his arms, lifting your head up to press a kiss on his jaw. “Morning, cowboy.” 

“Shh,” he responds, ”go back to sleep, nena.” 

You drag your body up more and press a kiss to his mouth. He lets you, immediately engulfed in your warm scent. You lean back and move your head to look out the window. It’s almost sunrise, the dark purple sky beginning to turn red. 

“Will you go to the couch with me?” 

Never one to miss a sunrise, you and him sit on the couch wrapped in a blanket. You sit in his lap, facing him while bouncing lightly on his cock. Alejandro leans on the arm rest and grips your hips while you grind down. He tried to stop you, thinking you must be aching from the night before. But you begged him with your pretty eyes and told him you would go slow. The sun rises in the background while you come in his lap, Alejandro sucking your nipples and immediately filling you up with his own spend. 

You two nap for a while on the sofa, his cock resting deep in your cunt. Alejandro eventually drags you to the shower where he washes and pets every inch of your body. He makes you breakfast and has you sit at the dining table until he’s done. Wearing nothing but your robe, you sit on his lap and let him feed you. Your dripping pussy wets the front of his pajama pants but he forces you to take another nap on the couch. 

Alejandro wakes you up an hour later, lapping at your perfect cunt and bringing you to another orgasm. He fucks you full of more come then drags you back to his bed for the rest of the afternoon. You kiss and lick into each other’s mouth for who knows how long. The TV plays movie after movie in the background. 

Alejandro only stops once he hears your stomach grumble. He once again has you sit and do nothing as he prepares dinner. His mouth is swollen and his cock aches from his many orgasms, but he wishes he had another day alone with you. With Monday approaching soon, he’s not ready to go back to reality. You two haven’t even talked about what this means for your relationship. 

But he can’t miss work and he shouldn't really have taken this weekend off to begin with. He doesn’t regret taking these two days off, but León is still on the loose in Las Almas. He sits you down in his lap and feeds you with his fingers. Once you’ve both showered again and brushed your teeth, Alejandro leads you to his bed. You sleep in his arms again, your lips swollen from his kisses. 

- - - 

Reader’s P.O.V. 

Alejandro fucks you again in the morning. He fills you up with his warm release once you’ve come on his thick cock. We’ll talk later, okay? he says while tucking you underneath his covers. 

You get ready for work with a silly smile on your face, in shock that a single night and day could change so much between you two. Your pussy aches deliciously, and you know you’ll have to take a break from sex for a few days. But you regret none of it. You’re not sure what happens now, but there’s a shift between the two of you. You’re certain Alejandro feels the same way. 

You’re in such a good mood that you decide to treat your coworkers to coffee and pastries from the local cafe. Walking out of the boutique, you look for your escolta, also wanting to buy him something and have him walk with you. He’ll usually wait across the small street in the benches or on the other side of the boutique, but you don’t see him anywhere. Thinking that maybe he’s patrolling a different area, you decide to walk to the cafe. 

Alejandro told you to never leave without his soldier following you, but with it being broad daylight, you don’t think you have to worry. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you smile once you see its a text from Alejandro. 

Ale: Hi, mi nena. I’m going to be home late. Sleep in my bed tonight so we can wake up together, please. We’ll talk tomorrow after work. 

11:38 A.M. 

You: hi my cowboy 🤠😋

okay i will! please be safe 💗 i want to see you concussion-free in the morning  

11:39 A.M. 

You turn the corner, smiling at your phone. Maybe it's because you’re distracted by the little bubble that shows Alejandro is typing, or maybe it’s because he’s quick and quiet that you don’t notice León coming up behind you. Before you can react, he wraps a chloroform covered rag to your face. You struggle and hold your breath as much as you can, moving your foot back to stomp on his foot and elbow him in the stomach. Your phone falls to the ground and you manage to escape his hold, immediately running back to the boutique. 

“Help, help me—“ you scream. 

He’s much faster than you, immediately tackling you to the ground. The force of the fall bounces your head on the pavement and it instantly knocks you out cold. In just a few seconds, he throws you in the trunk of his car and drives off. The owner of the cafe and an employee from the corner store run out as they hear the screams. They don’t see anything, only finding your broken phone on the ground. 

-

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[dovabunny]

(Ghost)Soap AU Concept - His Hair

Cw: angst, minor character death mention, miscommunication. Inspired by Wine and Wheat by Noel_o on Ao3

Soap looks down at his trembling hand holding the electric razor, the buzz not drowning out the words echoing in his mind.

"You're not even a little embarrassed?" "No one will take you seriously looking like that." "It looks ridiculous!" "Did you really think-"

He lifts it to his head.

...

The night started with Soap in high spirits. He was proud of the latest mission - his new self-made bombs saved the day and maybe he was feeling a little cocky.

Which is usually nothing new or problematic when surrounded by his closest friends - Ghost, Gaz, Price, Rudy and Ale.

🧼: tellin ye, Cap', I deserve some chest candy for my ingenuity! Might just have rewritten the military demolitions handbook today.

Price just rolls his eyes.

That's when it started.

🧢: No offense, mate. But you show up at HQ with that hair, no one will take you seriously.

Ale choked on his beer, Rudy tried to hide a smile. "Dios mio, so it's not just us who thinks it looks ridiculous?" Ale looked to Price. "How is that allowed?"

💰: We're not sticklers for regulation in the 141 - but maybe we'll have to make an exception this time.

They all laughed and agreed.

Soap didn't. He felt his throat close and had to remind himself that they're just teasing, they don't mean it.

Rudy, sweet, kind Rudy gave his 5 cents next. "You're brilliant with bombs, friend, but really - you look in the mirror and decide that's your style? Not even a little embarrassed?"

Soap swallowed thick.

This isn't new. He's been mercilessly teased about his mowhak for that last 15 years. Till he joined the 141. He'd thought he was finally past shallow insults.

His ma had told him she loves it, three weeks before she lost her long battle, her own hair having fallen out months before. So he kept it.

He tried to deflect, be the usual fun, bubbly Soap they used to respond well to.

🧼: ah c'mon, ye are all just jealous ye can't touch my destructive talents!

Then the killing blow struck.

Ghost, the only man he's ever truly wanted, whose opinion mattered more than anything else.

Ghost chuckled, shoulders shaking with it as he shook his head. Surely he wouldn't-

💀: They're not wrong. You look like a 80s punk band reject, Soap.

'Soap'. Not Johnny. Ghost cares about Johnny, not Soap. He hopes...

💀: C'mon Johnny, you didn't really think it's a style that demands respect.

The agreeing laughter around the table didn't feel friendly, it felt cruel.

Was he really a laughing stock to them? Did they talk like this behind his back too? Was he just a joke they kept around cause he was good at blowing shit up.

They never even cared to ask why he had it.

He gave a rough brittle laugh, kept his head down, and made a half-assed excuse of needing to piss. Keeping his face turned away he rushed to the bathroom, he knows he's not strong enough to face the teasing if they see the tears in his eyes.

He climbs out the window and leaves.

No one texts or calls to check in him on the way back, walking instead of taking a taxi, hoping to clear his head. It didn't help. His ma always called him her gentle boy, said his heart was good and to protect it.

She was right about that. But turns out, wrong about his hair.

He can't fix what he's like on the inside. It stays broken no matter how he tried.

But he can fix what he's like on the outside. Make him look fixed, at least.

He picks up the electric razor he kept for the sides of his head. Ghost usually shaved it for him. He always teased that he was gonna shave it all...

A lock of hair falls.

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[melloraconteur]

Day 016. | Double Penetration in one hole

Alejandro Vargas + Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra x Reader

Synopthesis: Even though your relationship with Alejandro and Rudy is not known to the public, They don't share with others.

Cont. Reader is female, reader is referred to as "pretty / good girl". soft Alejandro and Rudy, daddy kink (Both???) 

Word Count: 428 

Not edited or proof read. Spanish is Spanishdict. 

You came to them in need of comfort, a sort of comfort that only the two of them could provide.Alejandro thought you a free little bird, one that couldn't be caged without clipped wings. Rudy knew better, he knew you ached to be claimed, to be tied down and know who you belong to without question. He knew that the two of them would fulfill that need for you. 

... 

You cling to Rudy's shoulders as Alejandro presses into your already filled cunt. The feeling of being filled with two cocks of the two men you love was overwhelming, almost too much for you to handle. You could hear Alejandro groaning at the way you tightened around them, before telling you to relax, his hand reaching around you to play with your clit as a way to ease the pain. You could feel Rudy trace small circles into your hips as a way to ground you, to remind you that the two of them were here and wouldn't be leaving.

You gave them the green light to start moving after a few moments. They started out slow, listening to the soft moans you let out for any ones that were a sign that they needed to stop. 

 "a pretty girl taking her papis' cocks into her tight -nng!- cunt!" He groans into your ear, his voice ending in a moan as you clench down from the sound of his voice and his words, not expecting them to feed into your daddy kink. 

"Such -fuck!- a good fucking girl for us," Alejandro agrees huskily, his grip tightening on your hips, pulling you down harshly on their cocks. "Wanna be -right there!- your good girl!" You cry out as you buck wildly, your body over sensitive to the way their hands grope your body, spending a good amount of time nibbling on your puffy nipples before Rudy reached down to play with your swollen bean the way you liked. 

Your ograsm hits you like a freight train, powerful and unrelenting as you wail out their names. It hurt so good that you go blank. When you come to, you're filled to the brim with thick semen though only Rudy was still inside, Alejandro out of sight. Rudy grins when he sees that you came back to them, placing a soft kiss on your lips, holding you close. "Alejandro went to grab some snacks and water." He informs you. You hum and lean into his hold on you, deciding that you would talk about your feelings for them at a later time. 

Wrote by Melloraconteur. Do not modify, repost onto other sites, or translate.     

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[diejager]

Hi Joyce! This is my first time asking an author on this application, I saw you opened requests, so I have a little idea. What if this is like a side story/spin off from humans! reader x monster! 141TF AU's.

Where the reader (female) dies after giving birth to their child. And the husbands don't really take the news well, especially when their child is so physically/personality similar to the reader.

(if you read the webtoon who made me a princess then you know what I mean :) )

Thank you! Hope im didnt bother you

I’m honoured to be your first ask 🥺

Vestige Cw: angst, death, childbirth complications, single parenting, heartbreak, tell me if I missed any.

They hadn’t expected this to happen. They hadn’t expected this to be the last they’d see you. It was an unfortunate incident, they were told, a freak one that caused you to haemorrhage and they couldn’t bring you back despite how fast they acted to stop you from bleeding out. It felt like their world ended, the little light in the dark and traumatic place extinguished, a cataclysmic boom that sent their morals low and mind deeper into depression. Some drowned themselves in substance, others in physical pain to feel something other than heartache and agony, and a few were left silent, unmoving and mute. 

But they had a little baby to care for, the last vestige of your love and presence. It was a gift from you to the people you loved, a memory of the times you all shared smiles and joy as much as you shared tears and sorrow. It was the light at the end of a particularly difficult hallway, shocking them back into reality like a bucket of ice water. They had to care and nurture a child —their sweet and innocent angel. She reminded them of you so, so much that it hurt.

“Yer a wee thing, aye?” Soap had always been the first to care, the first to love and the first to act. It might’ve been hard to provide for a child as a single father, but their sweet angel was as much theirs as his, a gift to share. 

The first days were rough, none knew how to properly care for themselves, let alone a week old child! It was a slow start, passing a crying baby from one arms to the other without any idea of what to do. It was only until the eldest - Price, Alejandro and König - changed tones and put aside everything else to search up for childcare. In all honestly, they all had years of built up breaks that they rarely used to keep themselves busy to drive away the demons and keep their minds sound. 

Little Jesse was shared between them, they took shifts separated equally to let the others rest or research. Soap, Gaz, Horangi and Rudy naturally fit with Jesse, capable of looking at her when she had her little mood swings and occasional tantrums. Soap and Rudy were prone to watch over her when she felt especially excited, hands grabbing and toothless gum biting, flaying her arms around to grasp at something to tug. Horangi and Gaz were softer, more mellow and made to supervise her when she was dozing off or on the edge of exhaustion, toes and fingers curling to hold someone’s hand to sleep. 

Ghost was a little apprehensive about touching her, fearful that his curse would infect her, that everything he touched died, even the prettiest and most lively flower wilted in his presence. But König, a big and dangerous monster like the Austrian, showed him how even the most dangerous beasts could be a protector and provider. It was a slow process but he eventually made it where he could look at her the same way the others did, a perfect ball of sunshine. 

How could they not love her? When she was the perfect copy of you, taking so many characteristics from you than them. She had the same eyes and nose, the equally bright smile and flushing cheeks and the shade of hair. And as she grew older, they could see your personality shine through her, you gave her as much of yourself as you could, hoping it would quell the heartache and agony.

Jesse was their favourite regret. 

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[vialovesyou]

𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙞𝙩 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙒 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙔

" i said i'm sorry, what the hell are we still fighting for ? " drew yelled, his arm outstretches to show his frustration. y/n scoffed, shaking her head in annoyance. " because that doesn't fix it drew!" she retaliated.

" because i'm the one who looks fucking stupid for staying with you!" she continued, running her hands through her hair in frustration. since the pair were yelling, socks, there dog, began inevitably barking.

" shut up, socks " they both yelled at the same time, causing an silence to take over the kitchen. the dog whimpered, before leaving the kitchen causing y/n to sigh.

" look, y/n. there's nothing i can do " drew shrugged his shoulders, his jaw ticking as he looked down at the redhead.

" you're the one that screwed this up, not me" she reminded him, kissing her teeth as drew scratched the back of his neck.

" i have apologised, what else do you want? just drop it, okay? please " drew asked, as y/n exhaled to keep herself calm.

" drew, what don't you understand? this is my life okay? i'm the one getting called an idiot for staying with the man who has been caught multiple times flirting with his co-star" she yelled, struggling to get the words out because she was so frustrated.

" i'm the one who can't post on fucking instagram without everyone on the fucking planet commenting on my relationship. okay? everyome at work, uni. it's all they fucking talk about" she tried to explain, her voice beginning to break.

drew didn't say anything, not daring to meet her eyes as he picked up his car keys from the dish on the counter. " i'm going to go stay with austin and rudy for a bit" his adams apple bobbed in his throat. y/n stayed silent, spinning on her heel and walking out the livingroom.

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[blingblong55]

fuck you saying Alejandro and Rudy would listen to lana del rey or graves listening to some new artist only teens know about (hypocrite of me ik)

(my Spanish class is making me write about influential hispanic/latin singers...and I think Alejandro is from the north of Mexico...so..I'll mention lots of singers from that region...)

what about Alejandro who listens to music that his dad would play on the speakers during family gatherings.

Los Tigres Del Norte loud on the speakers of his home as he prepares the meat for the cookout. La Puerta Negra (the black door) because it reminds it of his mum singing over and over and how he adored her voice when he would sit on her lap as a kid. Golpes En El Corazon(Blows to the Heart), when he went through a breakup and got tipsy. Calibre 50, when he wants to be a romantic. Siempre Te Voy a Querer(I'll always love you) plays around his mind when he looks at his pretty wife and kids. Another song that reminds him of his parents would be No Hay Novedad(No news), mainly because of when he was a kid and that song would play over and over during cookouts. Nieves De Enero(Snows of january) when he thinks of his young teen years and for some reason that song reminds him of his first girlfriend. Mi Ultimo Deseo(My last wish)is a song that most men in Los Vaqueros know and love too much for the meaning of the song. Adiós Amor(Goodbye Love) when he and his wife got into an argument and he got drunk, sang this and cried...went home and cuddled her. Hablame De Ti(Tell me about you), reminds him of how flirty he was when he met his wife and how the lyrics are close to what he said. Ariel Camacho was mainly his 20s and the two women he dedicated most songs to and how now they are for his wife. Ramon Ayala would play in cookouts and when he and the Vaqueros get real drunk, they nurse a bottle and play Tragos Amargos and sing with their slurred speech.

A/N: thanking my classmates for the idea ----

Graves, country of course. Texas Sun, when he is driving back home from base and he can finally let the wind hit his face. Coming Home-Leon Bridges, when he is in love and can see the girl he's been talking to again. Wild World-Yusuf/Cat Stevens, when he reminisces on his life and the girl he lost to the life he chose instead of her. Right Down the Line-Garry Rafferty, for some reason he plays it when he's alone and on the long texan road. (I ran out of ideas for him....sorry)

A/N: I'm sorry....I don't know country singers.or songs for that matter but my point still stands

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