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dimlylittorch · 4 months

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Starved: Edition 1

Alejandro Vargas x soft!reader/chubby!reader

(Sticking with the archivist!reader for most of my fics bc it’s an easy pov for me to write since I’m a history major at university)

i just have a soft personality and i’ve never felt the touch of a man, so i write these to make myself feel better😭. Basically just Ale with his soft/chubby partner and him figuring out how starved for affection they are. This is how they are introduced! Let me know if you guys want to read more :D

My Masterlist🌱

Warnings: Fluff

(Future parts would have smut if anyone is interested in me continuing this!!)

You’d only worked on base for a month or so. You’d gotten to know your rounds, and you’ve memorized faces and names. You knew basically everyone since it was your job to keep track of things, as the base archivist. Sorting records and files, keeping up with people’s paperwork, etc. You had hardly met, let alone seen the Los Vaqueros team though. It was a rare occasion when they were on base- only for important missions where both teams were needed at once. There was an upcoming mission that fell under this category. The Los Vaqueros started arriving on base, and everything was a scramble to get sorted. You noticed the mess of it all, the lack of organization.

‘Organization. If there’s one thing I’m good at- it’s that.’ You thought to yourself with a faint smile.

You grab one of your empty notebooks that you kept for whenever you needed to keep a record of something new, and you clip a few pencils and pens on the front pocket of your shirt. You brushed your hair back as you headed down the hall quickly, trying not to get in anyone’s way. You were fairly good at being unnoticeable, despite you looking different from everyone else. You had one of the only jobs where physical fitness wasn’t a main requirement. It was odd, being surrounded by a sea of muscle- especially muscular men. You had to admit, though.. for the first time in your life- you were the small one. And that didn’t feel half bad.

You notice Captain Price barking out orders as he tries to get everything sorted, the Los Vaqueros men bringing in shipments of cargo and supplies and setting them wherever there was space. You walk up gently, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a man carrying a few crates, and you tap on Price’s shoulder. He quickly turns, prepared to continue barking orders, but he sees your soft demeanor and his anger fades slightly.

“Captain?” You say softly, a small smile on your face. “If you’d like- I could take over.” You chuckle as you gesture to your notebook. “It’s want I’m good at, after all.”

He looks down at you with a smile creeping up onto his lips. He shakes his head in amusement and pulls off his hat, brushing a hand through his short hair. He looks around at the mess of it all, everything askew.

“If you think you can order these Vaqueros’ around.. then be my guest, love.” He chuckles faintly, backing up and leaning on the wall slightly, arms crossed over his chest after he puts his hat back on.

You stand in the middle of the wide space, looking at all of the cargo being brought in, trying to mentally keep track of it. You look at the men, none of them paying you even a spare glance. You could try to yell to get their attention- but your voice always cracked when you tried. You didn’t need to embarrass yourself already in front of the Los Vaqueros. You glance around, noticing a taller man at the entrance, talking to every man that passed through the doors. He looked like he was in charge.. You gently walk up to him, being careful not to bump into anyone. You tap his shoulder, just like you’d done to Price moments ago. You watch him turn, looking down at you, his eyebrows raising slightly.

“Excuse me” you say softly, trying your best to be sweet. “Captain Price told me I could help you and your men organize everything- since I know the base well. Would it be too much trouble for you to ask your men to give me their attention?”

Your voice comes out smaller than you would’ve liked it, feeling little under his hard gaze. You watch him glance up, his eyes meeting Price’s for just a moment. He looks back down, eyes scanning your form. He especially wasn’t used to seeing someone like you on a military base. He could tell you were nervous- how you chose your words carefully, trying your best not to offend him. He chuckled under his breath, amused at how quiet you were. He leans down slightly, his face closer to yours.

“And why can’t you ask my Vaqueros’ for their attention directly, pequeño?” He says, a faint smirk crossing his lips.

You feel your cheeks heat up slightly under his gaze, but you smile, trying to play it off.

“I didn’t want to risk undermining your authority, sir.” You say back sweetly, clearly doing your best to please him.

His smirk broadens when he hears how soft you are, your body reflecting your personality. He stands up straight again, whistling and directing his men’s attention to him.

“Vaqueros!” He calls out firmly. “El suave wants to give you orders.” He chuckles, voice laced with amusement, but also smugness. “Listen to them, eh?” He murmurs before he grabs your shoulders, turning you around and pressing on your lower back, making you walk towards the center of the room.

Your cheeks heat up more when you realize how many eyes you have glued to you, some, if not all, laced with amusement.

“H-hello.” You say softly as you look around at them all, trying your best to be nice. “I’m y/n- the base archivist here. I know you all don’t want to be taking orders from a little guy like me- but I promise it’ll flow a lot smoother.” You chuckle with a faint smile, clearly trying to ease their minds and make yourself less anxious.

You hear some of them snort and laugh with incredulity, playfully bumping against the shoulders of one another, as if saying ‘get a load of this one.’ You take a shaky breath, opening your notebook and pulling a pen out of your shirt pocket.

“If we could get rations, weapons, basic survival gear, and fatigues all sorted into different piles- that would be a great start.” You say softly, eyes slightly wide as you stand still, wondering if they’d pay you any mind.

After a few moments of silence, the men start to glance at each other before they start walking towards the cargo, reading the labels and sorting you. You breathe a soft sigh of relief, a relaxed smile crossing your lips. Suddenly you feel a little tap on your shoulder, and you turn around, met with the smirk of the man in charge.

“Listen, pequeño.” He murmurs quietly, leaning down to be closer to your height. “Don’t be so shy with my men. They like a little fire, no?” He chuckles.

Your cheeks flush further, you eyes a little wider as you gaze into his own.

“R-right.” You murmur softly. “Of course. And your name was..?” You ask softly, reaching out your hand, offering a hand shake.

He chuckles at your stuttering, gently taking your hand in his and shaking it.

“Colonel Alejandro Vargas. Leader of the Los Vaqueros. And I take it you’re the 141’s little.. therapy bunny?” He smirks, letting go of your hand and putting his hands behind his back.

The hint in his words makes you sigh, shaking your head in amusement as you smile faintly.

“I’m not a barracks bunny, if that’s what you’re implying Mr. Vargas.” You say softly, eyebrows raised as you look at him with a chastising gaze.

“Mister?” He grins. “I don’t remember the last time I wasn’t called Colonel.”

“I’d rather talk to you as a human first and a rank second.. if that’s alright with you.” You smile softly, holding your notebook to your chest.

His smile grows more genuine. He couldn’t remember the last time someone humanized him.. the last time he wasn’t just a soldier.

“That is perfectly fine with me, pequeño.” He says softly before patting your shoulder gently. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing more of you.” He murmurs as he leans down, flashing you a teasing smirk and a small wink.

Before he steps away completely, he pauses and leans in to whisper into your ear.

“For what it’s worth, little one.. you wouldn’t make for a bad therapy bunny.” He whispers teasingly before he steps away with a smirk.

He slips past you slyly, making his way to go talk to Price before they walk down the hall together. You watch him spare you one last glance as he looks over his shoulder at you, the smirk still glued to his lips.

‘Oh.. right.’ You whisper to yourself, the heat in your cheeks not going away anytime soon.

I hope you guys enjoyed this!! If you’d like a part 2, please let me know- I’m going to try and do a different fic series for every CoD boy, and this idea for Ale just popped into my head first. I’ll be writing more Simon soon too since you guys loved the Sugar And Spice starter so much!!

Asks are always open, and so are tips! I’ll be adding ask rules to my masterlist soon, but in the mean time don’t be afraid to send anything!! <3

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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑈𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑤𝑛 ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪ 🦌ೀ

𔓘 Tw: Kidnapping, Noncon, Forced breeding, Pregnancy, Bondage, and a little of housewife kink ig? This fics is kinda suffocating tho. read at your own risk. Chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.

𔓘 Authors note: this fanfic is kinda fcked up. this more like a Psychopath Hunter x Fawn fairy than a yandere. some may found this kind of disturbing so.. if this isnt your taste then please gtfo..

Minors do Not interact!

i'm thinking abt yandere hunter who is obsessed with chubby!fem!reader who is a fawn fairy.

yandere hunter who swears on his thumbs that he will kill anyone who tries to take away his wife from him who tries to hurt you.

yandere hunter who doesnt realize his obsessed nature over you. and called you "delusional" for calling him a crazy person.

yandere hunter who kidnapped you as soon as you placed one of your foot in his traps. shusing your cries while saying he would take care of you after.

yandere hunter who wants you to be his wife and bear his child. it doesnt matter if it was a mating season or not, he would try and no one could stop him.

yandere hunter who puts a rope above your chest and under your chubby belly just so you cant fly away.

yandere hunter who is almost dying from happiness because he just cant handle the cuteness of you with tears rolling down onto your tears.

yandere hunter who showed no mercy on you while his cock sliding into your pussy with an unexpected pace of speed. making you yelp.

yandere hunter whos one hand is on your mouth, covering you and muffling down your tears and cry, while his other hand plays with your nipple.

yandere hunter who suffocate you with affectionate after what all his done to you. shusing you and putting his plam hand on your cheeks and rubbing it while your body felt the cold air hitting every parts of your skin and wings, making you trembling.

yandere hunter who is 8 months later now is rubbing your swelled bellies, a bellies that now is filled with his unborn triplets. while he's thanking you for giving him this amount of happiness. which little did he know that he was far from a thing that was called "sane".

how can you even escape this madman when you're literally carrying his babies at the moment?

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡ The MadMans are : DABI, MAHITO, Shigaraki, SUKUNA, GOJO, Itachi, OVERHAUL, DILUC, PANTALONE, Nanami, Geto, Kuroo, Suna, Tsukishima Kei, BACHIRA, OBITO, Sasuke, TOJI, Douma, Michael Kaiser, KAKUZU, KISAME, QIN SHI HUANG HOLY FUCKING SHIT, Alec, Hatake Kakashi, Horangi, Simon Ghost Riley, ALEJANDRO.

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merakidoll · 8 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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shadowlali · 8 months

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Lali!!!!😫

I have something playing in my brain, and you nailed that Ale fic so you'd do this justice honestly.

Hear me out right, neighbor!Alejandro x chubby f!reader.

We'll forget Ale has a ranch somewhere and give him a place in Las Almas closer to the base, reader is new in town and behold she lives next door to the hot serious looking dude she peeped.

Reader is in her mid 20's, Ale is mid 30's so they're both thinking they should just stay in their own lanes for obvious reasons * only to themselves* so they don't interact very much but the absolute pining 👀

Especially seeing as some of their windows line up so they get to observe each other on the down low, not even in a perv way until that does happen one day.

I just need them fighting for their lives to devils tango and date because they've been skirting around each other for a damn minute.

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COD - Alejandro Vargas x chubby fem!reader

[18+] wc:~2.9k masterlist

warnings: NSFW, age gap (f!reader in her mid 20s and alejandro is in his mid 30s), voyeurism (kinda), cuddling for warmth (hehe), oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, some proofreading a/n: for some reason i wrote this as if Las Almas is by the beach, i have no idea if it is... lol. much love to all of you, thank you for reading and interacting with me 🤍🤍🤍

You like Las Almas, it's alive, friendly, and right on the coast. It wasn’t always like this, while getting to know your new neighbors you learned of the threats faced before. The town was finally rid of cartel violence with the vigorous efforts of Los Vaqueros. You see in the faces of the people how much they respect and love Los Vaqueros whenever they're brought up in conversation.

You've also developed a respect for them, especially Coronel Alejandro Vargas. He not only took it upon himself to protect Las Almas, but has also provided funding to community projects. After buying your new house, you found out that the Coronel lives right next door. He hasn’t been home in a while, the other neighbors informing you Alejandro often patrols the outskirts of town on a weekly basis.

It's during the end of your usual morning walk that you notice a black Jeep parked in the Coronel’s driveway. The trunk is open and you see a tall, broad shouldered man walk towards the Jeep. You stop, taken aback by the muscles rippling across his tanned arms and the way the sun glows on his skin.

Images of him gripping your thick thighs flash in your mind. You try to shake those thoughts out of your head, Coronel Alejandro Vargas is your neighbor and older than you, with a demanding job and responsibilities. There is absolutely no way anything can happen between the two of you. You start walking again, pushing your thoughts aside and doing the neighborly thing of introducing yourself.

Alejandro hears soft footsteps approaching and turns to look. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in your bright smile. He tries to calm the blood roaring in his ears as he notices your young face, realizing you're most likely in your mid 20s, too young for him.

“Good morning, Coronel!”

“Buenos días, nena. What can I help you with?”

“I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m your new neighbor.”

He takes a rough breath, glancing over at your house. He assumed that the house had been bought by a family with the nicely cut grass, clean porch, and open windows that mirrored his own. Alejandro internally groans, cementing in his mind to stay as far away from you as possible.

“Ah, I didn’t realize the house was sold. No need for formalities, nena, Alejandro is fine.”

You smiled at his words, ”Okay, neighbor.”

He gives your body a lightning quick once-over before answering again, ”Welcome to the neighborhood, if you ever need anything, just ask.”

You say your goodbyes and walk into your house, feeling dejected that you’ll never know what his arms feel like. And it continues, you do your early morning walks at the same time he leaves for base. You wave at each other but never speak more than a few words.

It's difficult, you aren’t sure why he's constant in your mind. His face is always fixed like a statue, serious and chiseled. But the moment someone speaks to him, Alejandro’s face breaks into a smile. You try to tell yourself it's nothing more than a silly crush, God knows the last time you looked at another man romantically.

All while this plays in your head, you have no idea of the thoughts running through Alejandro’s mind. He's angry, mainly at himself, for being so caught up in the life of his sweet, no – young – next door neighbor. He has to remind himself of the 15 year or so age difference and all of his baggage, so much baggage.

Alejandro notices how quickly you've adjusted to life in Las Almas, how the people took to you and how comfortable they are around you. Even from far away he's noticed how kind and welcoming and pretty you are. He tries not to stare when you walk past in the morning, your shorts or skirts doing nothing to hide soft curves, plush skin, fantasizing how they would mold to his body very nicely – no. Alejandro can’t have those thoughts.

So you both stay away, slowly failing to control the internal battle. You feel a little guilty at times, watching Alejandro in his house through the open windows. At night, he sits in his living room, his face scrunched in concentration while he goes over what you assume are reports and maps of the town. You try not to be so obvious, your heart fluttering at experiencing something so domestic and intimate.

For only a moment, you imagine being in his home and gently massaging his shoulders to help him relax after a long day of work. Alejandro usually doesn’t keep his curtains open, but he tells himself it's just a way for natural light to come in. Deep down he knows that isn’t the only reason.

On the nights he comes home early from base, Alejandro sees you sitting in your living room, a book in one hand and tea in the other. Other nights you have friends over, the perfect little host cooking or dancing, always with a smile on your face. He craves more, wanting to read to you with your head in his lap or cook you dinner on the nights you're both home early.

You're getting ready for bed one night before you remember to close the open windows. The lights in your house are off, only the moonlight shining through, so you decide against your robe and walked over to the windows in a silk nightie. Alejandro sits at his window seat, nursing a nightcap as he goes over his tasks for the next day.

You don’t notice him, more focused on moving the curtains and stretching up to shut the clasps in the window. He turns just as you stand on your tiptoes, watching your nightie ride up and reveal the matching panties. Alejandro sits frozen, feeling a flash of heat in his lower stomach. He's confused, not sure if he should inform you that he can see you or continue staring like a voyeur. It happens fast, you finish closing everything up and walk back to your room, completely unaware of Alejandro.

Alejandro’s greetings the next few days are a bit tense, he takes one look at you and lifts his hand for a quick hello before driving off. You aren’t quite sure why there is a change in his demeanor, but chalk it up to him being busy at work or possibly the coming storm. The wind and rain begin to pick up in the afternoon, your power eventually going out. You are a little nervous, a new home and no power, but you decide to call it an early night.

As it nears nighttime, the rain begins to fall like rocks against your roof. It's too difficult to fall asleep with the noise, so you light some candles in your living room and decide to finish one of your books. The house becomes cold and your many blankets don’t help much. You're surprised to hear knocking at your door, wondering who could be out in this weather. As you open the door, Alejandro stands there looking worried, his hair damp from a shower and the rain slowly wetting his jacket.

“¿Estás bien? ¿Se te fue la luz?” [Are you okay? Did your power go out?]

“Oh, hi! Yes, my power went out but I’m okay.”

Alejandro doesn’t look convinced. “I would’ve come earlier but the road from base was blocked by a fallen tree. Are you sure you’re fine?”

It's difficult to respond after that. Alejandro was worried about you? He wanted to come see you? You don’t even think about your next words.

“¿Quieres pasar, Alejandro?” [Do you want to come in, Alejandro?]

No words are spoken in the next few moments, your breathing becoming stuttered as you stare into his eyes.

“Sí.”

You open the door wider, the hallway suddenly feeling much smaller than it actually is. He walks in, his body heat warming you up instantly. It's difficult to ignore the way Alejandro smells as he walks past, like fresh rain and soap. You grab a few towels for him and come back to see him taking off his jacket, the black long sleeve he wears doing nothing to hide his broad shoulders. He thanks you for the towels, his fingers brushing yours as he grabs them. You try to hide the shiver that runs through your spine, knowing it isn’t from the cold.

“Is the power out at your house too?” you ask.

“I haven’t checked. I wanted to come here first, since you're alone.”

“Thanks again, Alejandro. If anything I’m a little cold but I’ll just grab a few more blankets. I don’t want to keep you long. I’m sure you're tired from being at work all day.”

You're trying to do the appropriate thing, send Alejandro on his way before you do something incredibly stupid. The fog in Alejandro’s mind finally clears as he notices the goosebumps on your arms and the chill in the house. He turns to look at the cocoon of blankets on your couch.

“Do you want me to stay? I could help keep you warm for a bit.”

Your eyes widen slightly, not sure if you heard Alejandro correctly.

“Eh, olvídalo. Mejor me voy –” Alejandro’s voice is hurried, an embarrassed expression blooming on his face. [Forget it. I’ll leave.]

“No, it’s – yes, please stay.”

He stills before nodding, placing his jacket on a nearby chair and kicking off his boots. You try to not look too excited as you walk towards the couch, moving the blankets to make room for the both of you. Alejandro sits next to you, placing his arm on the back of the couch. You leave some room between the two of you before you feel his hand on your upper arm. Alejandro becomes aware of his pounding heart as you lean your head on his shoulder.

Your soft voice vibrates on his shoulder as you ask, “how was work?”

“Uh, fine. We planned some new patrols before the rain started. Then I made sure the soldiers went to check on their families after we managed to move the tree.”

“That was nice of you. Do you have any family in town, Alejandro?”

He likes this. He likes how comfortable you are with him, how interested you are about his life, how right the moment feels.

“My parents and siblings live outside of town, closer to the mountains. I’m the only one who lives in town.”

You turn your head slightly to look up at him, your body warm and lax. Alejandro’s fingers, whether he actually knows what he was doing, run light circles up and down your arm.

“Do you get lonely being the only one here?”

“Not really, Los Vaqueros became my second family. Especially my second-in-command, Rudy. I visit my family often at their ranch. Do you get lonely, nena?”

The noise from the wind and rain fade away, the both of you concentrated on the warmth of your bodies and the sound of each other's voices. Alejandro brings his head close to yours, his lips ghosting a path across your forehead.

“No, I’ve made a lot of close friends while I’ve been here.”

Alejandro hums, bringing his other hand to lift your chin. His soft lips press gently to yours, tingles shooting across your lips. His thumb strokes your cheek before he wraps his hand around the back of your neck. You open your mouth slightly, tracing his bottom lip with your tongue. Alejandro immediately gives you entrance, his tongue strong against your own.

You place your hands on his chest, loving how he tastes like mint toothpaste, but still uniquely him. His hand tilts your head to place wet kisses on your neck. Alejandro moves the blankets to the side, angling your body towards the middle of the couch. He presses kisses on your chest covered by your thin cami before moving to kneel in front of you.

“¿Esto está bien?” [Is this okay?]

You nod, no longer feeling cold. Alejandro pulls your pajama pants and panties down while you lift up your hips to help him. He starts with soft kisses on your thighs before using his big hands to spread them open. Alejandro swipes his tongue from your entrance to clit, groaning as the sweet flavor hits his tongue.

It's an unbelievable sight, such a tall and impressive man on his knees, eating like he's hungry. Your hands move to run through the short black curls on his head, back arching when Alejandro slips a finger in your slick opening. He begins a sucking motion on your swollen clit, adding a second finger to his slow thrusts.

Alejandro switches, moving his thumb to stroke your swollen button then pressing his long tongue into your wet heat. He enjoys the small whimpers that leave your mouth and the sting at his scalp where you pull his hair. Your thighs wrap around his head as his fingers speed up and the sucking became intense. Alejandro grips your thick thigh with his free hand, loving how uncontrolled you become.

He can’t resist biting your soft inner thighs or licking hard strokes all around your wet pussy. His fingers curl into you and his teeth lightly nip your swollen clit. You gasp, your stomach clenching as an orgasm rips through you. Alejandro’s motions don’t cease, his groans vibrating against you. You become limp from pleasure, loosening your thighs around his head.

Alejandro stands at full height, unbuckling his belt and slipping off his jeans. The rest of his clothes soon follow, the candle light bathing his hard body in warm shadows. Alejandro grips his length, giving it a few pumps, the tip flushed red and slightly leaking. He moves your legs sideways, having you lie down fully on the big couch as he climbs on. Alejandro pushes one of your knees to stretch you open and run the tip of his cock up and down your seam.

“Please, Alejandro.”

His stare becomes heavy as he plunges in, a loud moan escaping his mouth. Alejandro grabs your hips, loving how soft and thick you feel in his hands. He slides one hand up to drag down the thin strap of your cami and pinch your nipples. Alejandro’s eyes feast on your body, roaming from the place where you two are joined to the soft jiggle of your tits and up to the uninhibited look on your face.

He switches the movement of his thrusts, sliding out with only the tip inside before bottoming out completely. Each push of his hips hits that special spot inside of you that makes you see stars and dig your nails into his lower back.

“Tan mojada y preciosa.” [So wet and lovely.]

The slick sounds and your moans fill the living room, the rain long forgotten. Alejandro places one hand by your head and the other stretches your knee even further, giving him ample leverage to plunge in and out. His forehead presses down on your own before you tilt your head up to place clumsy kisses on his lips and chin.

“Oh, oh, oh! I’m clo – so close, Alejandro!”

“Shhhh, I know, nena. Let go, please.”

You feel Alejandro everywhere. Alejandro, Alejandro, Alejandro is constantly repeating in your mind before you begin to chant it out loud. It's too much but at the same time you know you’d cry real tears if he stopped.

The small circles your hips make to match his thrusts turn sloppy as you feel pressure clawing at your core. Your eyes roll back into your head, Alejandro moving to swallow your screams with his lips. Your head becomes empty as you feel delicious heat spread throughout your body. Alejandro moves his mouth to your ear, telling you how perfectly you took him and how pretty you looked.

“Mi nena, tan preciosa.” [My girl, so lovely.]

His voice becomes husky and his grip on your body becomes tighter. You drag your nails lightly up and down his back as you move to kiss him. You suck his tongue into your mouth, wanting to show your thanks. Alejandro feels intoxicated, only focused on your mouth and chasing his orgasm from your slick heat.

You press kisses on his lips, whispering against his mouth how good he feels and how much you want him to finish inside of you. Alejandro’s thrusts are rough, he can't believe how wonderful tight you are. He pulses inside of you, filling you up with his come. He hides his face in your neck, his whines sounding sweet in your ear.

Your lower bodies are sweaty and slick as he continues to pump his hips, not wanting the moment to end. At last he stops, falling on top of you. You drag your fingers through his hair, down his back, and up his shoulders. Alejandro is stretched comfortably on top of you, bathing you in his warmth and masculine scent. He reminisces on his thoughts from before, your soft curves do mold nicely to him. Alejandro can't help himself and he once again takes your mouth in a wet kiss.

He moves his head back, staring down with half lidded eyes, ”Are you still cold?”

You giggle, “No.”

"I probably should've bought you dinner first, right?"

You smile up at him, "you can always make it up to me."

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royaltysuite · 2 months

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So, there's already a Poly!141....

But, what if....

And hear me out.....

A polycule with Alejandro, Rudy, König and Horangi?

🤔🫣😀

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yippeerrrs · 9 months

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Hey 🖤

Could I get an Alejandro Vargas with a chubby f!reader please, could be sfw + nsfw (if you're comfortable with that) . You can entirely decide the fic or hc plot , I'm just pleading for content at this point :(

Thank you!

mmmm one of my faves

Chubby!reader x Alejandro Vargas (sfw)

i'll drown yall with fluff before i drown you guys with angst. i'm trying my best to post rn sob

how he fell in love

you've always thought that maybe it was your charisma, or maybe because of how you worked and talked around him, but in reality. it was your caring personality that dragged him in the most, he didn't see it coming either until he caught himself blushing while thinking about you. he was def in denial for a couple months before finally confessing to you.

How he confessed

romantic asf, invited you to dinner, watched your fave comfort movie at home then casually invites you outside to look at the moon. "mi amor, look at the moon, it looks just as beautiful as you today". would confess with your favorite flowers and your favorite snacks.

him actually being your boyfriend

gentleman asf, uses nicknames like 'mi vida', 'mi amor' etc.

isnt scared of showing his love to you in front of other people.

buys you 'just because' flowers.

if you EVER feel guilty about your body he'd kiss you everywhere and comforts you.

his heart would hurt so much if he sees you unhappy or sad.

not easily jealous, he had faith in you and knows you wont cheat on him.

also because mans would have his hand all over you 24/7

always would have a hand on you, on your shoulder, your hand etc.

always has your back, ESPECIALLY IN MISSIONS, last thing he wants is to see you in a casket.

he loves buying you things you dont even need, especially ones that's ur fave colors.

DEF HAS ALL 5 LOVE LANGUAGES CHECKED.

yall's theme song is 'señorita', started off as a joke till the both of you actually started liking it.

theme song would def be played in your weddings.

whenever you talk to him abt being ashamed in your own body he'd def just hug you so tightly. thinking why you would say that about yourself.

he sees you as a perfect human being, his one and only, his most precious treasure.

#alejandro cod #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro x reader #cod x reader #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #alejandro vargas #alejandro mw2 #idk anymore #bullshitting #headcannons #fluff #cod headcannons #chubby reader #yippee #anon #anon reply #mwa #thanks yall

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milkmily · 1 year

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Hello COD MW || writers and readers

Has there been any x chubby/plus-size reader stuff?

Cuz I haven't really seen that many. Probably just like 2 or 1.

I'm thinking of writing one but I don't know what exactly to write about and who. If you have seen one, pls tag me :) also if you have any ideas, please tell me

#call of duty x reader #call of duty #cod modern warfare #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #john price #rudy #gaz #alejandro #x plus size reader #x plus size fem reader #x chubby reader

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 5 months

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

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

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

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

Pairings: Ghost x Wife!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not Halloween related:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuckin' Brits..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little Ghost (Drabble)

TF141 Interacting with Little Ghost Hcs

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

A/n: This is now an official taglist for most of my generic CoD works, none of these people asked to be tagged on my mediocre content and I understand that, if y'all wanna be removed from the taglist then y'all could tell me privately or on the replies if you guys prefer it :))

Sidenote: Is it normal to be so excited over something you bought? I literally bought my first ever concealer today, a mascara that I've been looking for and lip oil. I was so excited that I squealed when I got home and immediately used them. Any makeup tips that you guys have? Sort of a beginner at this stuff.. Also does anyone whose had viral posts ever feel like their popular strike is over because none of their works get as much attention? Looking at all my recent posts and hyperventilating because the numbers are lower by so much.

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halfmoth-halfman · 1 year

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daisies and daffodils - 1k celebration

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader Synopsis: You picture your own home, lying in bed as you watch Simon cradle a child that looks just like him to his chest, a soft lullaby drifting from his unmasked lips to your son’s ears- a secret just between the two of them. Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: alcohol, panic attack mention Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters.

The party for little Rodolfo Vargas’s first birthday is a thing to remember.

With the entirety of the 141, the Vaqueros, and their plus ones in attendance, the house is packed full of people. Most everyone gathers in the great room, adding gifts to the ever-growing pile of presents in the center of the room or fawning over the chubby toddler sitting in Alejandro’s arms.

You bounce back and forth between the great room and the kitchen, offering your help to Mrs. Vargas as she frets over the food; you don’t have the heart to tell her that in a few hours everyone will probably be too drunk to care- they’re already well on the way there. She welcomes the help, not that she needs it; the woman is on top of everything and you don’t know how she does it.

The constant movement gives you the chance to say hello to everyone and makes the time pass quickly. Every so often you catch eyes with Simon as he looms in the background, far enough away to not be surrounded by people but close enough to not appear rude. When you see him, you give him a soft smile and raise your brows- an assurance that you’re okay and the silent question if he is. He nods back, gesturing his head slightly toward the group.

I’m fine. Go have fun.

The time comes for little Rudy- a nickname that chokes up big Rudy every time he hears it- to go to bed; his head lolling onto his father’s shoulder as he can barely keep his eyes open. Alejandro passes the toddler to his wife with a laugh, sending them upstairs with a kiss on the cheek each.

She stops you on her way to the staircase, asking if you mind helping her bring some of the presents upstairs as one of the Vaqueros comes out of the kitchen with a loud cheer and a bottle of Alejandro’s expensive tequila. You agree easily, both of you knowing the presents will be safer upstairs than down here.

Arms loaded with boxes and bags, you play a cautious balancing act as you follow Mrs. Vargas through the halls of the second floor to the nursery. She pushes the door open wide for you to follow through, heading across the room toward the crib. You have to turn to the side before you’re able to fit all of the gifts through the door.

You’re halfway into the room when your right side lightens considerably and the top few boxes are lifted from your sight. You turn in surprise to see Simon’s disapproving gaze staring down at you, the presents tucked carefully against his side.

“I could’ve handled it,” you pout, continuing inside. With a roll of his eyes, Simon follows you silently, keeping directly behind you- your shadow whether you like it or not. Mrs. Vargas stands in front of the wooden crib, bouncing a fussy Rodolfo in her arms and gently shushing him.

“You can put those over there,” Mrs. Vargas instructs, gesturing towards the already giant pile of stuffed animals and toys on the other side of the room. You nod, carefully setting the gifts down and taking the rest from Simon as Mrs. Vargas grabs a bottle for Rudy.

There’s a small exclamation behind you and you drop the box in your hands, knocking over a few of the stuffed animals. Fixing the toys, you hear movement behind you followed by the hushed voices of Mrs. Vargas and Simon.

“No, I’m not-“

“It’ll only be for a few minutes. Thank you!” You turn back in time to see Mrs. Vargas hurry from the nursery.

“What happened?” you ask, looking at Simon. You freeze, taking in the scene before you. Simon stands in the center of the room, an imposing figure of threat and darkness surrounded by the beiges and bright yellows of the nursery, glowering at you with his shadowed eyes as the toddler in his arms pokes and pinches at the painted cloth of his mask.

If he wouldn’t kill you, you’d take a picture.

“She spilled milk on her dress,” Simon explains, leaning back as Rodolfo lightly slaps his nose. He narrows his eyes slightly at the child, obviously angry but you can see the way he holds himself back to not be too menacing.

There've been talks of children between the two of you before, all ending the same: with a distant promise of someday that you both know you’ll more than likely never see. You’re sure that’s the most you’ll ever get out of Simon- you know all too well the ghosts that haunt him- and you’re certain in any future you have with him, kids or no kids.

But seeing the display before you, the imposing figure that is your husband holding a hand in front of the baby’s face to let Rudy play with his fingers, the two of them stood against the beautiful portrait of the Mexican countryside- a large field sprinkled with daisies and daffodils against the rocky mountains-, it stirs something in you.

You picture your own home, lying in bed as you watch Simon cradle a child that looks just like him to his chest, a soft lullaby drifting from his unmasked lips to your son’s ears- a secret just between the two of them.

Rudy giggles, looking up and staring into the depths of your husband’s eyes and Simon lets out a rare chuckle- a low rasp you yourself have only heard a handful of times- and then…

Simon freezes.

You can hear his breath hitch as he stills, hand falling to his side and you spring into action.

“Let me take him,” you say, voice soft and calming, approaching Simon slowly, making sure he can easily see you. Simon says nothing, passing you the baby with vacant, glassy eyes. You give him a reassuring smile, unsure if he actually registers it. He steps past you, rushing out of the nursery and brushing past Mrs. Vargas as she reenters the room, dress completely clean with a few more presents in her hands.

“Everything alright in here?” You nod, smiling as she sets the presents down and you gently pass Rudy back to her. She cuddles him close, pressing a kiss to his head and you try to ignore the way your heart suddenly clenches.

“You want me to grab some more presents from downstairs?”

“No, no. Go enjoy the party,” she assures you. “I already hid everything that seemed fragile.” She sends you away with that and a wink and you make your way downstairs into the sea of drunken soldiers.

You’re able to wade through the crowd without incident; Soap almost ropes you into a drinking contest, but you deflect his attention to Gaz and make your escape to the kitchen. You lean against the counter, allowing yourself a moment to breathe, and stare out the arched windows.

There’s a small flicker of movement to your right. You lean over the sink to get a better angle and spot Simon leaning back against the wall, eyes shut tight.

It takes you a minute to find water amidst the vast spread of alcohol, but you fill a glass and head outside.

“It’s me,” you call out as you approach him. Simon doesn’t acknowledge you as you join him, leaning with your shoulder against the wall so you can face him. His breathing is measured- in for four, hold for four, exhale, repeat- his hands clenching in and out of fists at his sides.

You stay quiet, staring out over the countryside for as long as it takes Simon to calm himself.

When his breath finally evens out, he pries his eyes open, grimacing at the sudden flood of light. You hold out the glass of water, which he takes and pulls down his mask to quickly drink without thanks, setting the glass on the ground beside him when he’s done.

“Can I…?” You hold out your hands as he pulls his mask up, his eyes unfocused as they glance at you then down to your hands then back to your face. He nods, turning his attention back to the scenery. You reach out and take his hand in yours, firmly but loose enough to let him pull away if he needs to.

You hold his hand over your chest, pressing it close to you so he can feel the calm rhythm of your heartbeat. You’re not sure if he can actually feel it through your shirt and his gloves, but you try anyway.

“I remember when Joseph was that little.” He speaks softly and then quieter adds, “I can’t do that again.”

He doesn’t look at you, staring off into the far distance and even farther past. You squeeze his hand, doing your best to smile despite the way your heart clenches- you’d never force that on him.

“We can always get a cat.”

Simon grunts, brows knitting together.

“A dog, then?”

He sighs, finally turning to look at you, focused and more himself.

“You can have a fish,” he says sternly, but you can hear the teasing edge to his voice.

“What about a guinea pig?”

“You get one fish.”

“Or something exotic, like a snake?”

“One fish.”

“Two fish? Small ones.”

“…fine.”

You seal it with a kiss on his hand and a wide grin. Simon stares at you as he slides his hand out of your grip and winds it around the back of your neck. He pulls you close, pressing his forehead to yours with a soft bonk.

“Thank you,” he whispers, thumb gently grazing the side of your neck. Two simple words, but a million meanings behind them: thank you for being here, thank you for caring, thank you for understanding, thank you for not pushing.

“Always,” you return, and you mean it from the deepest depths of your soul. You let him hold you there for another few minutes, waiting until he pulls away first before stepping back.

“You want to go back inside?” you ask and Simon nods, though a bit reluctantly. “Good, 'cause Soap said something about a drinking contest and we should probably interfere before Price’s scouse makes an appearance.”

You reenter the party with Simon right behind you where you’re instantly absorbed into the chaos and drunken merriment of your friends.

Maybe there’s a distant future where you’ll be celebrating your own child’s first birthday. Or maybe you’ll spend your years in a small house, accompanied by your two fish. Either way, it’ll be spent with Simon, and you’re okay with that.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #mw fics #moth writes #private

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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Cod Men with Stuffed Animals

Requested: No

Warnings: Surprisingly no for once!

A/N: Big buff men with the soft plushies they deserve. Also, not an X Reader (Sorry)

Ghost

Ghost owns a singular plushie that, for some reason, just sits comfortably on a pillow beside his head. He doesn’t hug it, squeeze it, or generally show it any kind of love except for making sure it’s constantly in the same position and never falls on the floor. Sometimes he’ll get sentimental enough that he’ll tuck it in, thinking himself ridiculous the whole time. It was a gift from Tommy’s kid some odd years ago because the kid saw it in the store and had to get it for him cause “it matches your mask, Uncle Si!”

Soap

Soap seems like the type of guy to be really into Squishmallows and the like. Not a huge collection but he won’t deny himself the opportunity to buy one or two every once and a while if he finds some he finds particularly cute. That being said, he does have a favorite plushie that he cuddles up with when he’s watching a movie or tv show and it’s the most unrealistic dinosaur plushie and it’s chubby as hell and he loves it and has named it Bunty.

König

König has a great fondness for plushies but not any confidence to actually order any. He has one though! A little palm sized mouse that he keeps on him at all times, calling it his pocket plushie. He’s constantly fiddling with it when he’s anxious or nervous or upset so it’s soft fur has worn down a bit but he loves it all the same and wouldn’t trade it for another plushie if his life depended on it.

Alejandro

Listen. I know IN MY SOUL that this man has had approximately ONE plushie that he has ever cared for in his entire life and it is the most crusty, beat up, love filled thing you have ever seen in your entire life and it’s like one hug away from being just a string. This man has had this plushie since the day he was born and he ain’t never letting it go. Anyone who says anything about it gets kicked to the curb. It’s probably a dog and since I can’t find a good quality pic of the kind of nasty ass, over hugged, washed maybe thrice in his entire lifetime, plushie that I imagine when I think of Alejandro, have this random puppy plushie that I saw and thought he might like.

#cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty mwii #call of duty mw2 #mwii #mw2 #Simon riley #Simon ghost riley #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #König #Alejandro vargas

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loliflwrs · 8 months

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Hiii! Could you make a Chubby! Reader x Poly! Valeria and Alejandro HC where the reader is insecure about their body, especially their stretch marks? I know it’s basic but I need it 😔

this is my first request to anyone EVER so sorry if it’s badly worded-

(I’d prefer a female reader but you can definitely do Gender neutral if you want to be more inclusive to other people’s Identities 😝)

Poly!Valejandro Chubby Comfort HCS

(I hope I got the GN-reader okay) it’s okay I love your request, enjoyyy😘

(Wyvern I swear I’m working on your request rn😘)

first off they love your body SO MUCH obsessive and possessive

but they noticed that you would never wear clothes that showed off your legs or body in general

Alejandro thought you just didn’t like wearing clothes like that

Valeria knew something was up but brushed it off

until they walked in your shared bedroom, a little too many gifts in their hands (they love to spoil you 💕)

see you looking at yourself in the mirror with tears in your eyes

they immediately knew what was going on and dropped the gifts

“What’s wrong, bebé?” (you can choose who says that 😘)

you tell them that you don’t like your stretch marks and you can’t stand how your body looks in clothes

Valeria picks you up swift and easy, bringing you to the bed and sitting you on her lap

Alejandro brings out the mirror and sits it in front of all of you

she then points out and caresses everything she loves about your body

from head to toe

Alejandro joins in by littering your whole body with sweet kisses and pausing from time to time to tell you that you’re so precious in their eyes

probably hours later you’re modeling the clothes they gifted you

afterwards they treat you with a day in bed

praising and complimenting you every minute🥰

btw tysm for requesting this as a chubby girl myself I love this😩

#valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro x reader #valejandro

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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COD characters headcanons with chubby reader ❀

༊ Cw : Fem!reader, Fluff fluff fluff & fluffs, a little spice in könig & horangi, mentions of hurting (not from or for reader), stretch marks mentioned, boobeh & booteh mentioned, a lil tiny bity of breeding kink in horangi's part. Chubby Woc Readers (theres no skintone of reader mentioned. only skin texture & body shape.)

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୨୧ Ghost

- Really love the opposite body shape you both had, imagine this; he's big and muscular, whiel you're simply plump nd small .. (unless ur tall, in that case you're plump & tall lol<3)

- and dont get me started cud this man loooovessss cuddling with u like godddd~

- but he wont admit it anyway.

- really love to grab your plump belly harshly and then jst like pulling it & playing it out bcs he thinks its cute lmao

- really loves how warm your body can get. loves to hug you when he's in fever (🥹)

୨୧ Price

- this old fashioned man really looves to see you in different type of clothes.

- if you buy some new piece of clothes u bet ur ass he'll be there seeing you trying your new clothes.

- dont get me wrong here, he just loves seeing you compliment urself in the mirror, cus no woman of his will be uncomfortable with her own body ✨

- really support you no matter what your decision is.

- if you'll ever decide to lose some weight he'll let you although he would be sad because he realize he will lose his favorite pillow. which is your bellies. <3

- also another sucker for cuddles, this man love cuddles like its a piece of china.

୨୧ Konig

- looves how plump u are omg

- if u had stretch marks then prepare for this big ol' guy to play with 'em, he jst cant stand those stretch marks being ignored :( he want them to feel loved too

- would smash everyones nose till its bloody once they talk bad about u. and if needed, he wont be afraid to putting a bullet in their heads, regardless of their genders. (but you wont find out about this though)

- loves seeing you in his clothes omggg, calls you his teddy bear because what else should he called u?? ur jst adorable and that body is basically perfect for cuddles

- also .. a little naughty things abt this guy is since he's so tall he likes to sometimes peek into ur boobeh if u wear anything revealing like a bra or a tank top.

- he just love seeing the shape of ur boobeh, no matter if its smol or no, a boobeh is still a boobeh.

- he actually felt guilty abt this but he cant stand it and sometimes he jst wish he could grab & squeeze them boobeh twins..

୨୧ Horangi

- really liked to tease u omg..

- this man is veeeerryyyyy clingy, and not just in front of you but its in front of everyone... including konig as well.

- for example he would basically nom nom ur plump cheeks in public without hesitation at all, or another thing is that he loves to softly touch ur booteh and also kiss ur cheeks in public as well

- its jst in public, but in private?????? do i even have to explain myself? 😭

- loves to called you "bunny" cus um.. well i mean he thinks that ur body is basically perfect for warm cuddles ( and also breeding, but he would never admit this anyway )

- would 100,001% ruin someones life once they talk shit about you.

- including breaking their ribs.

- loves to see u compliment ur self in the mirror, sometimes he jst watch u from behind while witnessing u having a lil dumb & silly conversation with ur own self in the mirror.

- think its cute & dumb, but would keep his mouth shut rather than saying it.

୨୧ alejandro

- compliments u in spanish omggg

- loves to calls you his wifey even though ur not (well i mean sooner -)

- would absolutely and menancingly roasting someone in their faces after their mouth just say something bad about you.

and if needed, he'll grab their head and bring em to the ground.

- and he wont afraid to do it in public either (this man..)

- also like ghost; he really love cuddles. no seriously, he loves cuddles with u.

- like everytime after he had done something, wether its finishing his missions or something like that he would jst go to ur home and ask for cuddles, and even when it was like holiday or weekend he would still just ask for cuddles..

- after work? cuddles, after dinner? cuddles, after sleep? cuddles, after breakfast? cuddles, after exercising? cuddles, after bath??? cuddles as well. its a cuddles 4 life for this man.

- he loves to spoil u. yes, he loves to buy you anything u want wheter its clothes, accessories, purse or anything u want he'll get it for you. even if the thing u want is from abroad or outside of mexico he'll still get it if u really wish for it. & its all for u his beloved plump cuddle bear♡

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thedirtybeanlife · 5 months

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If you’re down for it could you write a chubby nb reader x Rudy or Alejandro? (Can be SFW or NSFW I don’t mind pookie)

(ofc! it's a little short, but i hope you enjoy!! <33)

Alejandro x Reader

You stand in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for tonight's dinner. Alejandro had been at work since early this morning, way before the sun had risen. Knowing he would be hungry, you ran out to the store and bought the things to make his favorite meal; carne asada, homemade flour tortillas, and fresh pico de gallo. Quickly working, you take the steak that has been marinating since this morning out of the fridge and place it on the counter.

Walking outside, you open the lid of the grill and throw the meat onto the hot rack, closing the lid again and bringing everything else outside and place it on the counter surrounding the grill from a safe distance, making a makeshift outdoor kitchen. After placing everything down, you start chopping the red onion, cilantro, tomatoes, and a jalapeño to make the fresh pico de gallo. You carefully squeeze in some lime juice from a fresh lime and mix it all together, covering it and sitting it aside.

Just as you go to start preparing to make the homemade tortillas with the dough you had made a little bit ago, you hear footsteps approaching you making you look up with a smile.

"Huele increíble aquí, mi amor," Alejandro says with a smile as he walks over to you and wraps his arms around you, effortlessly picking you up like you weigh nothing making you blush slightly. Even after all these years together, you struggled with accepting his affection when it came to your physical appearance.

"I figured you've had a long day, so I'm making your favorite," you say with a grin as he holds you in his strong arms, your feet still not touching the ground below.

"Carne Asada, huh? You know me so well, mi cielito," he laughs before placing a kiss to your lips and putting you back down, moving to lean against the counter your working on.

You smile happily up at him, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek before going back to rolling out the flour tortillas and placing them on a tea towel carefully. You then put a cast iron skillet on the burner of the grill, heating it up and oiling it slightly so the dough doesn't stick.

"I was also thinking i could make you and the boys some dulce de leche mousse this weekend for the gathering Rudy has planned," you offer sweetly.

"I think everyone would love that, baby," he smiles and nods as he watches you, "Do you want any help?"

"Absolutely not. This is my treat to you. You work too hard all day to have to come home and make dinner too," you scold playfully, swatting him away with your dish towel as he tries to step in and help.

He laughs as you swat him away and puts his hands up in mock surrender, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and placing his chin on it after. Alejandro runs his large hands under your apron and shirt, his calloused fingers gently grabbing at your plump flesh and caressing it as he runs his fingers along your curves whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you work.

Within thirty minutes, everything is done and Alejandro insisted he at least could set the table. After a few minutes of trying to tell him no, you give up and he happily walks inside to grab plates and silverware for the table. You carry all of the food inside in two trips and place it in respect places on the kitchen table.

"Dios mío, mi amor. esto se ve increíble," Alejandro gapes at the food as he watches you set it down.

You laugh at his reaction and grab two glasses, pouring some wine into each, handing him one and putting yours down on the table. You pile food on his plate before sitting down and doing the same to yours. He digs in immediately, moaning around a mouthful of steak and tortilla, nodding before swallowing and going in for another large bite.

"Calm down, Alejandro!" you laugh, "It's not going anywhere. you're going to choke, Baby." your smile widens as you look at him from across the table.

"Amor, this is simply the best thing you've ever made," he says in astonishment.

"Ale, honey, you say that every time i make it," you laugh softly and take a bite of your food, eating at a slower pace than Alejandro so you don't choke.

"And I mean it every time," he says seriously around mouthful of food, manners fully forgotten as he savors every bite.

Later that evening, after everything's been cleaned and leftovers are put in the fridge, you and Alejandro sit on the couch, watching a random western movie he had put on, neither of you paying any mind to it as you lay in each others arms, talking about your days and what you did. His fingers run through your hair as you cuddle into his chest under the fuzzy blanket draped over both of you. With his other hand, he slowly runs his hand up and down your back under your shirt, his nails grazing comfortingly over your soft skin.

"i love you, Ale," you say softly, placing a kiss to his jawline.

"I love you more, mi amor," Alejandro responds with a grin, placing a kiss to your lips.

The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch, simply basking in the comfort you bring each other, never more content than in this moment.

#alejandro vargas x reader #xreader #fanfiction #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #fanfic #mw2022 #oneshot #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod

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definitelynotstable · 8 months

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Requests

If you want to submit requests for specific prompts/scenarios please do! I'm not sure how people usually do that on here but either comment, dm or use the little anonymous question thingy (I think I have it enabled). I'm happy writing about any of the CoD boyz :)

Love, Val x

Call of Duty

Series:

Camomile [Ghost x gn!Reader] pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 11, pt. 12, pt. 13, pt. 14, pt. 15, pt. 16, pt. 17, pt. 18

Oneshots:

Simon "Ghost" Riley: - Feverish [Ghost x fem!Reader] - Eyes On Me [Ghost x fem!Reader] - Trouble [Ghost x fem!Reader] - Matching [Ghost x fem!Reader] John "Soap" Mactavish - Together [Soap x fem!Reader] - Good Girl [Soap x fem!Reader] nsfw Alejandro Vargas: - Jealous [Alejandro x chubby fem!Reader] Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: - I Like You Too [Gaz x fem!Reader] - Frozen [Gaz x fem!Reader] - Accidents [Gaz x civillian!fem!Reader] Captain John Price: - Missed You [Price x fem!reader]

#141 x reader #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #task force 141 #ghost x reader #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #captain john price x reader #price x reader #cod fanfic #cod fanfiction #masterlist #ghost x you #cod masterlist #gaz x reader #soap x reader #captain price x reader #alejandro x reader

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crimsonbubble · 9 months

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Hey! If you're keen, could you please do an Alejandro x plus-size f!reader??

They're so Gomez and Morticia coded to the core. Like in general they're both just so quick with the witty humor and being guarded so when they decided they were into each other they just had that shocking dynamic happen, they want the whole 9 yards together... nsfw if you're comfortable with that🖤

Thank you 🫰🏼

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, implied thicker/chubby!reader, beard burn, hair pulling, oral, overstimulation, marking, biting *not proofread, just pure horny

[I LITERALLY MADE A POST SAYING THIS OMFG] may have lost the original plot but oh well-

MINORS DNI!!

he's so whipped

just absolutely head over heels

always at you every beck and call

if ale wasn't military, he'd happily show you off to others; babbling on about how gorgeous you are, how happy you make him and how lucky he is to have you

but he doesn't want to risk it, so has to keep his musings of you to a minimum in public

but behind closed doors? good luck getting him off you

his sole focus is you; he loves focusing on you

having your thighs encasing his head as he eats you out like a man starved

loves when your thighs squeeze around him; would happily die between your legs

loves to hold your hips down against the bed or the polished wood of his desk depending on when he wants to get his hands on you

absolutely makes you sit in his office chair while he kneels infront of you to eat you out

he likes feeling you tug at his hair when he's drowning himself in you

also loves feeling you dig you nails into him

bite him while you're at it; who knows, maybe he'll like it 🤭

trailing kisses up your body until he finally kisses you on the lips; and no he doesn't care that the bottom half of his face in drenched

feeling the sting from his stubble scratching against your inner thighs >>>

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #cod mw22 #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod smut #cod mw2 #cod alejandro #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas x reader smut #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas smut #alejandro x reader smut #alejandro x y/n #alejandro vargas x you

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lazybutsmexy · 1 year

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Masterlist

Writing blog for One Piece and Haikyuu: x

Archive of Our Own: x

Rules: x

All x reader writings are gender neutral unless specified.

If you ever make art inspired on my works, @ me so I can see it and reblog it!! 🫶♥️

Edit 04/26: if you have trouble accessing any links, you should be able to find each individual work by searching for the name in the search bar in my blog. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Call of duty

König (my beloved)

Smoke break - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort, protective König | you are a bartender and your stalker creeps you out. König catches on and fixes the problem.

A glimpse - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort, injured reader, a bit of pining on both sides | you get injured in a mission, and König feels he could've done better.

The sound of your voice - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort | Konig feels self-conscious when telling you about his current obsession, but his voice is like a balm to your tired mind.

Jealous König drabble - x reader

König comforts you - x reader

Cheater - x reader (platonic)

Alejandro Vargas

Choices have consequences - x reader | light angst, culinary crimes, mention of food insecurity | Alejandro made a passing comment about your food that you didn't like one bit, so you humble him.

"V" - x reader | pure tooth rotting fluff, pillow talk, marriage talk, you're both so smitten ugh | Alejandro and you discuss the idea of getting a matching tattoo instead of rings.

Are you looking for a wife? - fem!reader | fluff, injured reader, medical drug use, stoner talk | Whenever you get ketamine as pain relief, you lose all thought-to-speech filter.

Heart-Stopping - fem!reader | tiny angst, fluff, medical innacuracies. mention of violence/injuries, pregnancy announcement, crack-ish | Only Alejandro can kill Alejandro. You may easily give him a heart attack, though.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

No better than a Victorian man - x reader | suggestive, Simon being a tease | You like to look at your lieutenant, especially when there's barely anything to look at

A bedtime story - GN!reader | platonic | you have no choice but to keep LT's secret for a relaxed, soothing sleep to you grave.

Ghost x chubby!reader headcanons - x m!reader

Tea - GN!reader | angst, hurt no comfort, character deaths | Last minute confessions.

Ghost x reader x Soap

Bird Hunting - x fem!reader | angst, hurt, kidnapping, drugging, sexual harassment, violence (warnings will update as series progresses)

Rotten Apple - x fem!reader | hurt/comfort, referenced past child neglect, abusive/narcissistic parents | Set after the events in BH | Sweetened apples turn sour when rotten apples are around.

Emotional Support Bird - x fem!reader | fluff, domestic, Soap and Ghost share a braincell | Canary rambles about a ln emotional support dog she saw at the market. Ghost and Soap have an idea.

Emotional Support Bird Pt.2 - x fem!reader | fluff, hurt/comfort, Ghost x Canary centric - Soap is only mentioned here | Ghost has a nightmare, and Canary an idea.

Emotionally Supported Bird (Pt. 3)- x fem!reader | fluff, hurt/comfort | Canary knows exactly where to seek solace in the middle of the night.

Ghost x Soap x K9handler!reader

The Mission - x K9 handler!reader | fluff, K9 Dolly's POV mostly | K9 Dolly is sent on her first solo mission.

John Price

Salt and pepper - x gn!reader | fluff | The realization of age hung heavily on his shoulders. Luckily for him, you're more than ready to share it with him.

141 x reader

Lucy - x fem!reader (platonic) | crack | an interesting story behind the origin of Y/n's callsign.

Affectionate reader - x GN!reader (platonic) | fluff | headcanons and a little drabble on the Task Force receiving and enjoying your affection.

Affectionate reader Pt. 2 - x GN!reader (platonic) | angst | The team loses it's spark (you)

Affectionate reader Pt. 3 - x GN!reader (platonic) | hurt/comfort | it's the team's turn to show you affection

Incorrect Quotes

Father Figure

Gummy worms

Dilf

Farmers' market

(Un)forgettable

Relatable

Brothers

Mystery

Couples' advice

Valentine's Day blurbs

WIPS ← check here for your request!

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