#colonel alejandro vargas smut

[lunarw0rks]

Hey✨️

could I please get a Alejandro x f!reader 18+ anything?? You can choose the themes, I just need something scandalous with that man since I'm deep in the thots, everything is permitted in ovulation time clearly🐦‍⬛

Thank You!

♱ Interruptions ♱ // Alejandro Vargas

『♡』 masterlist ♡ rules ♡ ask box ♡ ao3 ver. Warning(s): nsfw, explicit content (18+), established relationship, p^rn w/ little plot, v. fingering, p in v sex, unsafe sex, knife play, degrading, dom/sub, thigh riding, manhandling, brat taming, spanking, rank kink, fem!reader // Word Count: 2k

A/N: anything is permitted, you say?! alright bet, anon. this is filth, but this site is severely lacking in Alejandro content, especially smut. happy to deliver (｡- .•) also, probably some inaccurately translated Spanish here, so I apologize.

Frustration had never plagued you worse. Interruption after interruption; excuses followed by more excuses.

Privacy with him had become a scarce fantasy, at least from where you were sitting.

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Where you were literally sitting, on his lap.

His mind was somewhere else like it always was when you visited him at work.

Alejandro was a busy man with a flashy rank — there was no denying what you had gotten yourself into. You knew that, otherwise, you wouldn't be there at all.

But the reality of his situation didn't make this aching any easier. You were practically clawing at him for attention. A lingering touch, a verbal tease, any intimacy, for that matter.

The click of him returning his work phone to its stand diverted your thoughts a bit, from swarming you to encouraging you. The hand once wrapped around the phone now found your side again, giving it an effortless rub.

It wasn’t enough — his half-focus.

"Will you be done soon?" The question sounded pure enough, but you knew it wasn't. Another dismissal, and you were going to find a way to get a release, with or without his help.

"Can't make promises, amor, you know that," Alejandro replies, barely lifting his gaze to look at you. Even if he did, you weren't sure he would do anything about your neediness. There was no way he hadn't noticed, not with his over-observance.

Every hitch in your breathing, every gentle murmur to yourself, the way you had a permanent sulk written on your face.

His words were followed by a sigh of discontent from between your lips. You couldn't take it anymore, not after hours of a suffering ache between your legs. Those legs straddled his thigh seconds later, your palm tracing along his shoulders and peck. It was both another tease and a relief, the friction against your clothed core.

The scribbles of his pen intensified as if expressing his irritation with each drag of it. "Maldita sea..." Alejandro mutters to himself, unconsciously bouncing the leg you are sitting upon.

The sudden spring of his thigh results in a whine, then a tense clamp around his clothed shoulder. Your achy clit is pressed further into his toned thighs the more you squirm around it, dooming you to a touchless finish — all derived from something on his report irking him.

Your fingers slid down until you found the hem of your skirt, rolling it up until you've exposed your undergarments. A small splotch of your wetness had soaked through the cotton, leaking onto his pant leg. With every grind of your hips, the slick spreads further — translucent strings of it.

The swirl of release came faster than you could've imagined; no doubt from two hours of clenching your thighs and writhing in his lap. A string of vulgar nothings, the quickening of your rocking hips, and it was over in seconds. At the sound of your loud gasp and unsteady rolls, Alejandro's fingers tightened around your waist to prevent you from tumbling off his knee.

“You made a mess, mi vida.” He had set down the report, letting it slide across his desk and flutter in the air. Alejandro's fingers dug into your flesh more, resulting in a wince. His expression had hardened rather than glossed over; instead of passion, it was authority. "I didn't give you permission to finish, did I?"

The clarity hit you like a truck once you came down from your high. You didn't consider the consequences when so lost in the pleasure, even though it was a hasty decision in the first place.

"I wasn't thinking— I needed you so bad, Ale." You shifted a bit, releasing the grip you still had on your skirt. You had climbed off his lap, suddenly feeling the weight of his displeasure.

With a breathy chuckle, you were yanked backward by the same hem you had just let go of, arms restricted behind your back with his wrists. "No, no, you don't run from this. You can take what I give you. You asked for it, right? Sé bueno para mí... hm?"

The nod you respond with is pathetic and oozing meekness; a stark contrast to your confidence while having his thigh at your disposal. The silver lining to the pleasure in the pain — you had gotten what you wanted. His touch. Hands constricting you, then they're bending you over his desk, and roaming your clothed curves.

Your palms were flat on the desk as you rested your cheek against the smooth wood, catching only small glimpses of his movement in your blind spot. All you could rely on was touch and hearing, heightened now that your eyes were fixed on the wall adjacent.

Flick.

His pocketknife being unfolded, the one Alejandro always kept on him — in uniform or out. The flat edge of the blade danced along your clothed shoulders, straight down your spine to make you shiver. The caress of it resulted in instinctual writhing, which was smothered by his unoccupied hand pressed firmly on your hip, preventing any movement grander than a shiver.

Things had gone too far to plead forgiveness. By now, you knew it was better to take the penances rather than end up earning more for arguing.

A rush of his warm breath enveloped your ear as he leaned forward, modeling the knife in his hand for your viewing, as nothing more than a taunt. "This knife could kill a hundred men, mi amor. Do you understand?"

"You need to stay still," he returned to standing behind you, hiking up your skirt. With haste, he pulled on the fabric of your underwear, cutting through the fabric with one slice. "Otherwise, accidents happen. No queremos eso, ¿verdad?"

The sliced panties slid off your body until they fell to your feet, soaked and now ripped. Your silence wasn't enough, nor was the rapid shake of your head.

He sighed heavily, making his frustration known. "Dime. Use your words."

"No," you breathed, screwing your eyes shut briefly. "No accidents, Colonel."

"Good." His thumb caressed your inner thigh at an agonizing pace, and then his index slowly eased its way into your saturated core. You moaned softly as he curled the digit, solely fingering you to play with the pools of slick.

Alejandro unzips his cargo pants with his free hand, pressing his bulge against your backside. "Soaked for me so soon, you learn quickly, no?" He lets out a sadistic chuckle, arching a second finger and pumping it steadily, watching you writhe from pleasure.

Your thighs are parted wider with a nudge of his knee, not a suggestion but a shove. His fingers pump unpredictably; sometimes slow, other times so fast your body can't catch up.

It's an irresistible torment — one you have to endure if you have any chance of him fucking you right here, right now.

Then, it's the absence of anything stimulating you, his fingers withdrawn with haste. He rolls down his briefs to spring his erection from the tight, restricting cotton. Seconds following, the tip of his length is rutting against you at the same agonizing pace his fingers were. Before you can let out another whine, or anything for that matter, he plunges his entire length inside of your soaking cunt.

Muscles all across your body tense and arch at the sudden fill — whilst your core was relishing in the insatiable stretch of Alejandro bottoming out, the one you had been so viciously craving for hours.

"Fuck," he grinds deeply, tossing his head back when you clench around him. No matter the number of times he's been deep inside of you, he still pleasures you it's his last time. Especially when there's no spare time to waste — like now, on the clock, exposed in his office during daylight hours.

His hips snap rapidly, knocking the air out of your lungs with each thrust. Your walls clench tighter after each jerk of his cock burrowed inside you, arching your back while your fingers clamp around the desk for dear life.

You got what you wanted, after all, but it came at a price. Being fucked-dumb in the middle of his office, doomed for an interruption right as you teetered on the edge of your second orgasm.

The Colonel's fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips firmer with every brutal thrust, "pinche putilla, letting me fuck you like this." One of his palms raises and clashes with your bare rear, enough to make your knees buckle from the twinge. "You're going to cum too, aren't you? Of course, you will, Cariña." Alejandro's words come out a frustrated mutter, one restricted slightly by the grit of his teeth.

The harsh edge of the desk digs deeper against your pelvis, destined to leave a lasting mark as a reminder of your blatant disobedience. Stinging and aching, heightening the sensations you were experiencing. The words he uttered couldn't have been more truthful, either — because you were going to finish, any second now.

Underneath your fingertips, his workspace vibrated; methodical, spaced buzzes of his other work phone. His pumps only halted for a brief moment as he palmed his desk in search of the cell, raising it to his ear when he did. You were about to come undone, and he'd decided to answer the call?

It was torture in its most pleasurable way ― the risk of your moans echoing through the speakers, the deeper breaths and groans Alejandro had to mask.

Your eyes rolled when he jabbed into you firmer than before, daring you to lose your composure. But, based on his rambling to the other line, he truly couldn't risk this one.

As the caller's muffled voice was heard, even to you in your state of extreme restraint, a cloth napkin he used to clean a coffee spill found your foggy view. He stuffed the caffeine-stained linen into your agape mouth for you to sink your teeth into as you gushed around his cock. Your fingers dug into the oak, trembling wildly as your climax overtook you.

Whatever moans or mewls you let out, they were soaked up by the napkin in your mouth, as was all of your remaining saliva. Alejandro's voice had faded into a faint whisper whilst you were in the thick of stimulation. The sounds of your orgasm echoed through your parched mouth and throat, a stark contrast to your dripping core lubricating his thrusts.

Alejandro watched you come undone with a smirk, still engaging the caller with short, nonchalant replies to every question. Oh, how he reveled in watching you like this ― ass jiggling as your body swallows his length, eyes lidded and drowsy, and even with the napkin in your mouth, you're making your best attempt to stifle your sounds.

It seemed like forever, before the phone clattered against the desk again; powered off and with notifications hushed temporarily. You had well-earned this high, after being so good for him. He did notice your attempts at getting his attention during lunch, or when he would exit a meeting and you'd be waiting in the hall for him with ogling sheep's eyes ― how your attempts at masking desperation weakened as the hours passed.

His fingers plucked the linen from between your teeth, allowing him to observe your delirious expression. Alejandro's palm struck your backside again, this time giving the tender skin a soothing rub; his futile attempt at soothing you for taking his pounds so well. The little control he had while on the phone had dwindled.

His thrusts halted in speed, stopping completely when he spurted his cum deep within you. Warm, stringy splotches of his seed coated your walls, spilling down your shivering thighs when he withdrew from you.

This time, the next spank was that of a playful one ― a barely-there smack on the flesh of your inflamed backside. Still, he caressed the marks he left from the harsher ones, feeling the gentle heat radiate off the sore spots.

『 "Next time you want to cum, nena ― you ask." 』

————— ୨୧ ————— divider cred. - cafekitsune

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[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

How to Plant Snapdragons (pt. 9)

Task Force 141 + König + Keegan x Female Criminal!Reader (except Captain Price, because he'll be like a father to the bunch, and König and Keegan won't appear until later on in the story)

CHAPTER SUMMARY: You go to Las Almas with Soap and Ghost and meet Colonel Alejandro and Sergeant Rodolfo

You are currently reading Chapter 9! Here is Chapter 8 and the Masterlist!

Chapter 9: How to Be Afraid of Ghost

CONTENT WARNING: Strong Violence NOTE: WAZZUP BITCHES, IM BACK I am very sorry for not updating for 4-5(?) months. I didn't mean to go on a hiatus without any announcements. Things had been quite busy for me lately and I focused on some things (FUCK COLLEGE BUT I PASSED ALL MY CLASSES ANYWAY), and also the reason why I suddenly "went dark" is because of the fucking MW3 Campaign. Yeah, shit destroyed me. WORD COUNT: 2.7k

You had been to Mexico once. You went to good places it held, but you also walked on the mud it hid in the dark. After all, there could never be a perfect country. Even if someone said that their glorious purpose was for the better good of their nation—most of the time, they were merely heroes in their own stories and villains in the others’. Well, Mexico had good food. You could give them that, at least. But this place, Las Almas, would it have good stuff as well?

You shook off your vest and Ghost’s jacket as the pilot alerted you of the time of the touchdown and slipped into your jacket, fitted to your frame. As much as you wanted to keep wearing the lieutenant’s clothes, you couldn’t risk getting harmed because of loose clothing and failing this stupid mission.

You turned to Ghost as you folded his jacket neatly. “Can I keep this?” you asked and smiled.

He stared at you for a good second, pools of honey you couldn’t read before he looked away. “Suit yourself.”

Your grin widened, and you stashed the jacket into your bag. You hummed as you put on your vest, tightening it to your liking. You patted your pockets, checking each of them, until you felt Ghost’s mask in one, fingers lingering on the soft fabric, and sighed. You put your hands down on your lap and leaned against the cold steel, waiting for the upcoming descent, which didn’t take long.

The plane opened up, and a busy facility greeted your sight. Vehicles drove in and out of the area, and soldiers went back and forth from one place to another. But even when they were bustling, you could feel their gazes land on you—suspicious and judging, whispering among themselves, voices drowned out by the loud exhausts of the transports.

It was something you wished you could get used to. At the same time, you didn’t want to, when eyes held more than they seemed.

You followed Soap and Ghost down the plane, walking towards a couple of men who stepped forward. One of them had his hands clasped behind him, while the other simply stood by his side. Both were, well, good-looking and buffed (which was normal for military men), but eh, not really your type.

They would make pretty models though.

Also, good human shields, if ever.

Johnny, being the everlasting sunshine he was, greeted them first, extending a hand to the man named Alejandro, and engaged in a conversation with him as though they had been long good friends. Then, the sergeants forced the poor lieutenant to join in, who sounded ready to strangle the scot.

Then, your eyes found the gaze of the man next to the Mexican captain on the monitor on your ankle. A frown spread on his face and worsened the moment he saw the smirk that crept up your lips, his eyes darting between you and the half of the 141.

The look of a man confused never failed to be an entertainment. And what was more the obvious expression that said, what the fuck is a criminal doing here? Or something in Spanish.

“And who is she?” Alejandro questioned, finally turning his eyes on you—or rather, down to your ankle, as if the monitor would be the one to answer him.

“She’s sent by General Shepherd,” Ghost immediately replied, batting an eye at you. “She may be a criminal, but she proved excellent in various ways that could be useful to us.”

Alejandro, albeit hesitantly, nodded and extended a hand to you. “Nice to meet you, miss.”

You took his hand, giving it a quick shake. “I’m at your service, sir. And worry not about me going against orders, I pretty much like my head attached to my neck.”

He put a forced smile on his face, one you’d seen way too many times on people. “We’ll see about that.” He motioned at the man beside him. “This is Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra, my second-in-command.”

The said man, Rodolfo, extended his hand first to Soap, who the fellow Sergeant enthusiastically shook. Then, he batted an eye at Ghost, seemingly hesitant to approach him, but still decided to. Ghost, however, merely stared at his hand, and Rodolfo backed away, clearing his throat.

Soap stepped forward. “Ah, the Lt’s not much of a talker.”

Rodolfo nodded. “I understand.” He turned your way and reached out his hand, which you lightly shook, quickly withdrawing right after. He moved back to Alejandro’s side, who nodded his head towards a direction.

“Follow me, we’ll talk along the way.” Alejandro turned and began to walk, passing by and nodding at soldiers who saluted at him. By the end of the way—or seemingly at both an entrance and exit, several jeeps were parked, and a few soldiers stood by the vehicles. With a wave of hand from Alejandro, the men slipped inside the vehicles, and Rodolfo was the first to get in the first jeep on the line.

“I’d like to sit beside the window—” you attempted to request, but Ghost was quick to shut you off.

“No,” he said as Soap rounded the car, stepping in by the other side.

“But—”

“No.”

“C’mon, lassie, don’t you want to sit between us?” Soap questioned, a smile played on his lips.

You slipped inside with a grumble, inching close to the sergeant, before elbowing him. He grunted, but you knew it wouldn’t do much damage to him with all his muscles. At the same time, doors shut as both Alejandro and Simon got inside.

“Tengo miedo de los fantasmas,” Rodolfo mumbled, slightly turning his head to face his colonel.

(I’m afraid of ghosts.)

Your eyes whipped forward, brows slightly raising at his words, which you perfectly understood. You glanced at Ghost, but he merely stared ahead. At the back of your mind, you wanted to snitch on the new guy just so some drama could happen between them, but at the same time, drama could lead to suspicion between these men.

This was why knowing some languages if you travel abroad was great. But it should be fine to keep quiet for now. What the sergeant said wasn’t suspicious, but if they did anything that could bring harm to Ghost and Soap, then . . . 

On the other hand, Alejandro chuckled at the comment of his sergeant and looked back at the three of you. “You know Spanish?”

The Lieutenant remained silent, and you did the same, turning your head to the side to look out of the window, whilst Soap shook his head, and answered, “No.”

Alejandro drew a smirk on his face and turned his attention back ahead. “Oh, you will.”

Rodolfo started the car and drove out of the base.

-

“See,” you pointed at the window, begrudgingly looking at Simon, who stared indifferently at you. “This is why I want to be next to the window.”

The car passed by two-story buildings, seemingly houses or apartments, painted in pastel colors. People were walking and talking on the street, some vendors and their stands offering their goods, and some other vehicles were parked on the way. It wasn’t much, not even beautiful, but still you’d like to see everything you could see.

“Have you taken a liking to Las Almas?” Alejandro questioned, glancing back at you.

You put your hand down and turned your head on his way. “To be frank, it’s not a liking, sir, rather, it’s curiosity. I’m not from here or anything similar to this place, so I’d like to see how things work here.”

His head inclined a bit to the side, appearing to be thinking of his words. “You’ll be . . . disappointed.”

You smiled. “I’ll be the one to judge that.” Just as you finished your sentence, a truck with men riding on the back, guns in hand passed by. You couldn’t help but whistle at their ridiculous sight, and put your hand on top of Soap’s before he could grab his gun.

He frowned at you. “What are ya—”

“Calm down, sir,” you cut him off, pulling your hand away. “Seeing as no one on the street is reacting about it, pretty sure that’s normal here.”

“You’re right,” Alejandro spoke in a serious voice, once again looking back at you. “Guns are in the jurisdiction of the police.”

“Looks like Las Almas has a huge problem,” you commented and crossed your arms. “Much more than what I’ve heard.”

Alejandro shifted his eyes to you. “You seem to know something about Las Almas.”

With his words, Soap and Ghost also settled their eyes on you, as if they were ready to do everything to get answers out of your mouth. “I’ve been to Mexico, and during my stay, I heard of things about Las Almas. Not exactly the good ones as you probably expected, but I didn’t know things around here would be this bad.”

“When did you come to Mexico?”

“Over a couple of years ago, sir.”

“I see.” He turned back ahead. “Well, things weren’t that bad back then.”

“I suppose those who tried to uphold the laws and resist corruption met their end as the time passed?”

“You’re right.”

You hummed. “Well, without powerful backing to protect them, I doubt they’ll last much in a society like this.”

“And ya also seemed to know things about politics and stuff,” Soap claimed, slightly shifting on his seat.

You met his blue eyes with a grin. “I had met quite a few politicians in my life. Assassinated an Austrian before, and the one who hired me snitched on me. That’s why I ended up on Shepherd’s shackles.”

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. “How much of that is true?”

You laughed loudly, although you already knew what would be his reaction. “Take a guess,” you told him challengingly.

“The last sentence,” Ghost joined in, his voice monotone.

You snorted. “Except that.” Then, you gasped, throwing yourself to the window at Soap’s side, making him curse out something you couldn’t fucking understand in whatever Scottish was that. “Look, look, Lt!” You motioned your hand on Ghost to look at the ridiculous sight of someone in a skull balaclava giving balloons to kids.

“What the hell?” Soap’s bright eyes also followed the scene.

You whipped around and smiled at Ghost, who simply stared at you. “If you ever want to quit the military, you can retire with me and live together.”

“How about living in Las Almas since Ghost might fit well in here?” Rodolfo suggested in a soft voice. Alejandro hit him on the side, whispering something, and from the corner of your eyes, you saw Ghost slowly turning to look at him through the rear mirror.

You tilted your head. “But Las Almas has a serious problem when it comes to crimes, so I don’t think it is very much suitable to live in unless you want to be a crime lord or still in the military. And I’m the type of person who likes traveling around. If I were to settle for sometime somewhere else, it would be where I would have already spent some time on, like London, Berlin, or California and—”

“It’s just a joke, please. Don’t take it too seriously,” Rodolfo mumbled, sounding like he wanted to bury himself on the ground at the moment and never appear again.

-

On the way to the destination, Alejandro had talked more about the way of Las Almas, and finally, what you and the 141 came here for, El Sin Nombre, the leader of the Mexican Cartel who was protecting Hassan. Quite a reputation that person had as Alejandro said they had eyes and ears everywhere.

Having eyes and ears everywhere was also something the one who raised you did. Even if your father was in prison at the moment, you knew he was still pulling strings. A mastermind out of everyone’s league, until he decided to invest in you. Guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, now that you were technically imprisoned as well.

You pulled out your balaclava and huffed, putting it on swiftly. You jumped out of the jeep right after Simon and you heard Alejandro spit out his commands in a low, serious voice. You rounded up with the soldiers before a gate and under the Colonel’s command, the group barged in. You frowned as you had seen no man in sight, seemingly the civilians had run away—or were mostly likely driven out by the Cartel.

Alejandro waved his hand to follow him up another gate, which this time, Ghost opened, and gunshots echoed in the air.

“Showtime,” you said under your breath, aiming your assault rifle and blasting a hole through a man’s head, vibrant red painting the dull walls around. You rounded a corner, cautiously looking out for an enemy. You spotted a couple of them, but before you could take them down, they had already fallen on the ground. Your head whipped at Soap and Ghost’s direction. “Showoffs,” you grumbled.

“Said the one who wanted to take two men down at the same time,” Soap remarked, giving you a look, and you heard Ghost huff.

You clicked your tongue and swiftly entered a house, but quickly moved back out as you saw not a soul in sight. Your frown worsened at the unusual lack of men to hold the group back. In these cases, either it would be a trap or they had escaped already.

You glanced over your shoulders. 141, some of Alejandro’s men and the Colonel himself were on sight. The walls obscured your view of the place, there were so many corners where men could be hiding themselves or something else, and such things as Cartels wouldn’t hesitate to destroy a run-down hide-out like this for their good.

Soap shot a man from the roof and Alejandro positioned himself in front of a door, motioning at us. “Secure the house, and we go for Hassan.”

Several voices echoed from inside the place, cursing and hushing one another.

“Take the door,” Alejandro commanded. Soap stepped forward, but you grabbed him, making him look at you.

Before he could utter a word, you kicked the door open, slid on the floor towards a corner, and struck a man awaiting in the hallway. You got up immediately, raised a hand so they wouldn’t follow you, and picked up a baby’s bottle on the ground, throwing it to a room through a slightly opened door. Shots were fired blindly right after and you countered it with a couple of bullets, and it stopped. You pushed the blasted door open and found a man lying on the floor, and the baby’s bottle rolling towards your foot.

“Room clear,” you announced, staring down at the bottle for a second, before moving to the next room. They followed you in and you braced yourself for another onslaught, but this time, Soap was the one who barged in, quickly shooting down the men inside without batting an eye.

“Room clear,” he said and put his hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

You looked up at him and raised a brow that he wouldn’t see.

Ghost sauntered in the room. “No sign of Hassan.”

Alejandro sighed. “They already moved him.”

You turned your attention to him. “They move fast, hm?”

He looked at you, letting Ghost and Soap rummage the desk across the room instead. “They do. Much more than I expected.”

“So they already know that we’re coming here,” you remarked.

“Highly possible. The Cartel has eyes everywhere.”

You narrowed your eyes and echoed, “Everywhere?”

He nodded to affirm it. “Everywhere.”

“You mean even among your men?”

He paused, staring at you for a good second. “No, I trust my men.”

“A weed is a weed, sir, no matter how good it looks in your garden,” you said in a monotonous voice, picking up a pencil from the ground. “Sooner or later, they’ll bring harm to your plants. And even the plants you put in your garden can bring harm to you if you don’t know what they are.”

Ghost and Soap shot an eye on you, before exchanging looks with each other.

He eyed you cautiously and his serious voice lowered. “What are you implying?”

You remained silent and so did he, until Rodolfo’s voice echoed in your headsets. “The army is rolling in!”

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[fortunatelyuniquepeach]

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

Pairing: Alejandro x Rodolfo x fem!reader

cw/tags: masturbation, nsfw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[here-but-forgotten]

takin' my time

alejandro vargas x f!reader

kitchen sex / rough sex / domestic / light spanking / light sub-dom undertones / aftercare / no beta we die like men / 3.5k words / archive of our own link

“What have you decided to bake today?” The question floats in the air for as moment, your focus on folding the batter on the sides of the bowl back into the rest of the batter. The kitchen is cool, allowing for the oven to not turn the area into a furnace, footsteps approaching as the sun shines in through the sheer curtains.

“Chocolate bake,” You finally respond, warm hands coming to rest on your hips, the warmth seeping from his hands to your skin, his chest pressed up against your back. Alejandro hums, his cheek resting on the top of your head, becoming an audience for you as your focus returns to the batter; pouring into the pan while his hands creep to your stomach, resting there. His warmth enveloping you as you continue your focus, a softness draping the two of you. The air is never awkward or thick when it’s like this, when it’s a calm day filled with little tasks where the worst that happens is a mild inconvenience. Alejandro shifts behind you, kissing the crown of your head.

“Can I put this in the oven or are you going to keep me caged here?” You smile at his attention, kisses pressed against your forehead to your temple, trailing the side of your face to your ear; teeth catching the skin gentler than anticipated, hips pressing back against his as you arch your back. The scratch of his beard leaves tingles in its wake.

“I’d like to keep you still somehow, but maybe not like that,” Alejandro teases lowly, moving back to allow you to put the pan in the oven. His eyes never leaving your form— the shiver running down your back reminding you of such, with his heat gone from your body.

“I think I remember a certain way you’ve kept me still before.” You move away from the oven, setting the timer as the air behind you shifts a bit, your attention back to your baking as you gather your utensils into the batter bowl.

His hands return to your hips as you set the bowl beside the sink, his hips firmly pressing against your own,

“Alejan-”

“Nuh uh,” His hand grips your jaw, turning your head to look back and up at him, the crown of your head resting against his chest, “How did I keep you still before, hm?”

A flush rushes through your body, from your chest to your face and back down again; Alejandro’s grip firm but not tight, keeping your eyes locked on his. Your stomach twists in a heat, seeping to your groin and thighs. His gaze is firm, authoritative, yet only a whisper of what he exudes when he is working.

“You held me down,” You whisper.

“And how did I do that?” Alejandro asks, his voice quiet but not small.

Your face is hit with another wave of flush, trailing down to your breasts; the vulnerability of recounting what has happened would be humiliating if it wasn’t him.

“You pinned my hands down,”

“Mhmm.”

“And held my hair.”

His eyes look over your face, moving from your eyes to your lips, his other hand moving to your belly to push your hips flush against his; his hard-on pressing against your lower back as a stillness settles in the kitchen. The hand on your stomach trailing up in a line of heat, groping one of your breasts roughly through your clothing- a moan escaping your mouth as he locks eyes with you again.

Alejandro’s gaze is intense, a gaze that places a warm weight pressed onto your shoulders, keeping you still with the silent understanding of granted dominance; a dominance that has been gifted to him, and one that he could never claim without your blessing.

“And you got that for being a little whore, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” Your voice falls out softer than expected, his hand on your breast running down to your groin- his touch softer and lighter as he cups your mound, continuing to keep you firmly against him.

“You just had to wear a little skirt, didn’t you?” His voice drops into a lower tone, a bit of grit added as his fingers ghost over your panties, warmth rushing through your core to meet him.

“They get less dirty than my pants do,” You try to logically rebuttal, a little smile creeping from your lips to prove yourself wrong. Alejandro quirks an eyebrow at you, both mildly amused and irritated at the attempted reasoning.

“They just so happen to leave a lot out in the open, no?” His hand leaves your jaw to wrap itself around your throat, a weight anchoring you into reality.

“Just a little…”

Alejandro lets out a bemused hum, swiftly moving his hand to the back of your neck, bending you over the counter- his body draping your own as his cock pressed against your ass firmly. His weight pinning you down with no room for discussion, warmth running up your legs to your core, his jeans rubbing against your legs.

“I would beg to differ,” He grovels, his hand at your core gripping the meat of your thigh— a gasp escaping you— with a firmness that would leave marks, “that this is ‘a little’, neña.”

A shaky breath leaves you along with the tension in your body, melting into the counter as his weight pins you there, his hand from your throat joining his other, groping and gripping the meat of your thigh; his chest pinning yours down to the counter, his lips assaulting your neck in teeth-filled kisses, his beard brushing against the marks. Your hips back into his again, warmth spreading from your core to your thighs, his touch making the heat unbearable as it grew. Whines fall out of your mouth before you have a chance to catch them, a growl vibrating through your back as a response.

Alejandro’s hips leave yours, his hands running from your inner thighs to your hips, thumbs pulling your skirt up over the curve of your ass to your waist—

“Hm, these aren’t your normal choice,” He muses as he inspects your panties, his darkened gaze briefly meeting yours over your shoulder.

“What’s different about them?” The tease falls out of your mouth before you have a chance to think about its consequence.

“These are the ones that you beg me to rip off of you, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

His hips press against yours again, now with less fabric in between the two, a moan leaving you as his bulge moves between the folds of your core, the heat in your body becoming too much to bear. Your hips grind back against his— granting you another growl— only for his hands to tighten their grip on your hips.

“If I was less merciful I’d say you planned this, cariño,” Alejandro teases, his voice quipped up with a smile and strained.

“Of course not,” you hum with a smile.

Alejandro only responds in a small hum of acknowledgement, his thumbs gently rubbing your hips in a soothing manner, a softened feeling sinking into your shoulders despite your exposed position. His hands move, from a warm spot on your hips to the waist band of your panties,

“You’ve soaked through these,” His tone is telling, not questioning, running his fingers under the waist band, teasing the skin with his gentle brushing touch.

“Wonder whose fault that is.”

A faux-frustrated sigh leaves him, his grip pulling on the panties for a moment, contemplating your words for a still, eternal moment.

The rough yank pulls you back with a gasp, fabric ripping open and exposing your ass to him, only for him to continue rip after rip to pull apart the panties— leaving you open and exposed for him as the rejected fabric falls to the floor, the only fabric remaining being the waist band.

“Alejandro,” You draw out his name in a whine, his touch suddenly leaving you, the cool touch of metal resting against your hip—

“Shh,” He instructs, the knife cutting the band and letting it fall to the floor, the clink of it resting out of reach on the counter sealing the fate of the damned fabric.

Alejandro’s fingers rub your core, gathering the wet that has accumulated there, rubbing rhythmically, dipping down to circle your clit.

“Gotten this worked up over baking a cake, hm?”

“I don’t think the cake is what did it.”

He lets out a bemused chuckle, softer than his passionate actions, his fingers working your core as you melt into the counter once more; his digits warming your core beyond his previous touches, gently rubbing your clit enough to send waves of warmth through you as your muscles tremble. His middle finger entering you easily, leaving your clit alone as the air hits it, his touch slow and leisurely as he fingers you.

“Please, Alej,” You whimper, looking back at him for a moment, eyes meeting with an authority that you’re unable to challenge. Your focus wavers, resting on your forearms as he plays with you like a little doll that he keeps for himself.

His leisurely pace continues, working his finger inside of you with a lack of urgency, his other hand holding your hip firmly in place. Your core relaxing around him, your soft whines and whimpers filling the kitchen alongside the smell of the cake baking— his finger suddenly leaving you, pulling a gasp from you, only for him to roughly circle your clit, your hips jerking back against him at the sudden stimulation. He chuckles lowly, his grip strengthening on your hip to keep you still, torturing your clit with the roughness of his touch, your whines only encouraging him; the warmth wading through you while your stomach tightens. His fingers entering you again swiftly, two opening you up as you whine at the previous rough treatment and mourning the absence of it, his pace swifter and quicker than before, opening you up with a gasp,

“You beg a lot when you know you only get what I give you,” Alejandro grovels, his full weight suddenly on your back, pressing onto the counter with more force, “I should make you bake in an apron only next time, then you’ll be exposed for me, you’d like that, no?”

A garbled whine leaves you, unable to form words, his words and fingers reducing you to a doll for him to use, his two fingers stalling their thrusts to massage there they rested.

“Uh huh?” Alejandro smiles into a chuckle against your cheek, kissing your jaw, his hand leaving your hip and gripping your jaw, turning you to face him. His lips finally push against yours, a moan immediately leaving both of you, your lips ignited, his beard softly brushing against your face. His tongue brushes against your lips, a sweet gasp letting him in, his presence engulfing you in him. Alejandro’s own moans vibrate through you as another finger slips into you, your moan only allowing him to consume you more; his hand moving from his grip on your jaw to your throat, holding your neck firmly but cautiously, his nose clashing against yours messily as his fingers work further, his pace picking up. Your whimpers and whines are consumed by him, by his touch, by his mouth, by his presence over you.

Alejandro pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, pleasure-drunk sob leaving you as his touch completely leaves you, the sound of his belt and zipper cutting through your haze.

“Patience, neña,” He tuts, the sound him spitting into his hand making your core clench, looking over your shoulder to watch him stroke his large cock; a whine leaving you as you look up at him, a chuckle leaving him at your desperation, continuing to stroke himself at your state. Your eyes rake back down his body, through his built muscle, scars, the little stupid 20-year-old tattoos he got half drunk, his thick hair from his chest to his groin that is only interrupted by scars or muscle, and his thick cock, uncut and leaking, a veil visible through his foreskin, hair trailing down his v to his thighs—

“Enjoying the view?” Alejandro breaks through your thoughts, his hands finally reclaiming your hips, his cock teasing your entrance and clit.

“Hmm, uh huh,” You manage through a lust-ridden mind, one of his hands gripping your throat.

Alejandro hums, finally pushing his thick head through your entrance the dull stretch that is evident of his size, a groan leaving you from deep in your chest; his grunt mirroring your groan, his hand around your throat pulling you back to his chest, arching your back to take more of his cock, keeping you close as your body relaxed around him.

His head rests against yours, chin on your shoulder, his pants fanning your ear as he adjusts to you; his cock stretching you out wonderfully at his size, his hips slowly pushing through to rest against yours. His cock resting deep inside of you, your body full and weighted down by him, your ass resting against his hips.

“You always feel wonderful,” Alejandro praises you, his voice soft and breathy, his breath sending a shiver rushing through you, pressing a warm gentle kiss to your ear.

“Feels so good,” You manage, Alej groaning in response, his fingers around your throat softly massaging to reassure you. He leans forward, leaning you down onto the counter to rest you on your forearms, his body pressed fully against yours— his hips pressing himself as deep into you as he could.

“Now be a good whore, yeah?”

Alejandro’s hips snap against yours with pointed accuracy, a cry ripping through you— the sensation of being empty and full again overwhelming you— setting a brutal pace of quick snaps and his tight grip on you, keeping you where he wants you as his cock ruthlessly fills you to the brim and taking away the sensation just as it reaches you. His hand around your throat holds you surely, without the force to choke, while his other hand took its liberty to dig bruises into the flesh of your hip. The momentum of his thrusts ripples your ass with each snap of his hips, his growls and grunts filling your ears and keeping you within your floating overwhelming overtaken headspace, his cock reaching the spongy area that reduces you to mush, keeping you pliant and good for him to fuck.

His lips find your ear, taking your ear between his teeth, holding you there against him with a sweet dull pain reminding you of how you’re being ruined. Your own noises aren’t even registering as your own anymore, just vibrations leaving your throat that radiate through his hand, mixed with the wet snaps and his own noises. The overwhelming sensation only worsened, his grip on your throat pulling you up to rest your head under his, resting your crown against his throat, thrusting into you at a deeper angle as your back arches greatly, your hips kept still, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust giving you sweet rushes of pointed pleasure.

His hips stall, his dick deep within you, panting for a moment as though his attention was somewhere else; his grip on your throat softened as the hand on your hip mimicked, easing out of your heat,

“What- why,” you ask, words not coming out as a coherent thought as much as a lust-hazed jumble.

Beep beep beep.

“Your cake is done,” Alejandro answers, a smirk heavy in his voice as he pulls you away from the counter to grab oven mitts, “You don’t want it to over-bake.”

“I hate you sometimes,” You grumble, the haze lifting long enough for the oven mitts to come on.

You take the time to open the oven, pulling the cake further on the rack to check if it’s baked through enough, finding it to be done and pulling it from the oven; resting it on the stove and putting the rack back, turning the oven off, just in time for Alejandro to grip you again,

“Is that so?” He murmurs with a certain tone, sending a shiver down your spine.

Alejandro pulls you back to the section of the counter you’ve been pressed against for the better part of 30 minutes, bending you over and re-entering you with a roughness, caging you down between his arms. His thrusts immediately picking back up their original speed, his arm around your throat as his other arm snaked around your waist.

“You hate when I fuck you like this, no?” He growls, keeping you locked where you are, your gasps being pushed out of you with every rough thrust, his cock bullying into you with every slight movement.

“Answer me.” Alejandro stops, keeping his cock buried in you.

“No, I don’t,” You gasp out in some sort of successful sentence.

“You’re just being a brat then,” His voice lowers to a growl, pulling your hips up further to meet his.

A little sob of pleasure leaves you, unable to form a rebuttal, his mocking chuckle only making you wetter as his thrusts resume, leaving you open to fill you up again with every rough movement, keeping you full of his cock every second only to rip it out, your walls twitching around him. His arm leaves your waist briefly, a swift swat landing on your ass, the sting only making you groan.

“You can’t stand to act right, huh?”

Swat.

“Can’t keep your mouth shut.”

Swat.

“You take what I give you, don’t you, neña?”

“Uh huh,” you whine, the light sting only making the stimulation stronger, his hips smacking against your ass with every thrust.

“Uh huh,” He mocks you back, your poor body being fucked like a whore that he never viewed you as, like a cheap little toy he could throw away afterwards while you knew that would never happen; no, he’s fucking you like this to make sure that your pussy will never take a cock the same after he’s done with you, as though that would happen.

“Such a pretty girl,” His breath is ragged as your walls twitch, the arm around your waist moving away, instead his hand cupping your pussy to find your clit, “my pretty girl, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, his finger finding your clit, rubbing circles as his growls morph into ragged pants, grit there but lessened, your pleasure mixing together from your clit, his touch, your walls, his presence, his everything that he gave you in a spontaneous fuck—

“Mariposa, you’re a dream,” Alejandro grumbles, his finger quickening as the warmth spreads to your thighs, the heat twisting deliciously, the only type of anxiety that was sweet twisting its way through your core. His thrusts never slowing as his rhythm faltered, his weight pressing down onto you more, his voice more uneven as his composure cracked— his focus on you.

“I’m- I’m-”

“Sí,” His voice is practically gravel, between ragged breaths and strained passion, his attention to your clit finally snapping at his disheveled state— warmth filling out your thighs and stomach, muscles constraining and tightening around him, keeping him inside of you as your orgasm crashes through you, the noise leaving your mouth strangled by your pleasure. The warmth devolving into sensitivity as his hand leaves your clit, holding you still as his irregular thrusts stall, a final growl accompanying the warm cum that fills you. His weight holding you down to the counter as he pants in your ear, finally releasing your throat from his arm, the muscles of his thigh twitching against yours.

A mixture of noise and an attempt at syllables leaves your mouth, resting your head against the counter as Alejandro lifts his weight off of you, gently pulling out of you; his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you upright, keeping the majority of your weight distributed onto him.

“Good, no?” Alejandro teases, his voice worn but warm, pressing a soft kiss against shell of your ear.

“Yeah,” You breathe out, his nose buried in your hair, his arms keeping you close and keeping you warm as reality returns to the two of you; your wrinkled skirt around your waist that has half-fallen back down, his jeans that have been around his knees this entire time and the little sting of on your leg where the zipper teeth grazed against you aggressively, and the smell of baked chocolate cake in the air. The sun shining onto the counter, the bowl beside the sink, the cake resting on the stove.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” His voice is softer, turning you to pick you up, pulling you into his arms, your body relaxing against him, “You still have to make the frosting.”

“Are you going to fuck me when I’m trying to do that too?” You murmur, nuzzling into his shoulder as he carries you, his warmth seeping into your skin. Your body relaxes into him, his gentle grip reassuring and a silent promise to keep you safe, your eyes slipping shut.  

Alejandro chuckles, carrying you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed, letting you melt there, your eyes shut as you hear his footsteps go and come, his hands pulling off your shirt, a warm rag running up your legs ever so softly, cleaning you up with a gentleness only reserved for you.

“Te amo,” Alejandro kisses your cheek gently, capturing your lips with an almost-lethargic softness, as his body drapes over yours.

“Te amo.”

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[cheesit-notes]

After i read about mean caption prices ( abuse power) i just have an idea for Alejandro being mean too,

just want to request that

Love your work so much!

no title, just fucking alejandro

tags: drunk decisions, dub-con, possibly incorrect spanish, fem reader, oral (fem receiving), inappropriate touches from alejandro, kinda forcing himself on reader

a/n: asked a friend for the phrase at the end and idk if she really gave me an accurate translation l but um, i really wish i just googled it now. anywho enjoy! i tried my best to make alejandro be like his words are sweet but his actions are mean but i cant think of him as a power abuser TT im so sorry if I didn’t do what you wanted

alejandro doesn’t sound mean, no, his words are so, so sweet. in fact, every word has you hanging onto his next. god, and his praises are to live for. a successful mission and his hands gripping your shoulder while he exclaims how you did so well, making you feel oh so special.

so special, in fact, you excuse the little actions your colonel makes. the way he sneakily pinches your ass, and how his eyes are most definitely not on yours. his arm hung over your shoulder linger for far longer than appropriate, rubbing on your shoulder occasionally. how he asks you for little favors at the late hours of the night; to go to his office, and sit there silently while he looked at you. and 5 minutes later, you’re dismissed to go back to your barracks while he finished up some… unfinished business. what that is, you don’t ask; alejandro told you not to worry about it and you trust your colonel, don’t you?

there’s little things he does that you don’t know about. going through your records, checking your marital status, just the little details. on occasion, he’ll let it slip, but please, don’t mind him! he’s just checking for safety measures, or something like that.

one day, he’s a little too bothered with his unfinished business and he needs help, specifically your help! of course you feel honored, he’s your colonel, and he’s asking for your help, specifically. so you'll dismiss the fact he barged into your baracks, yeah?

leaning against the door with an arm over his head, hair disheveled, a thin layer of sweat like he just had a workout and hazy eyes like of someone drunk. and you're sitting in bed with nothing more than a thin layer of cloth covering you.

the next few seconds are a blur; he walks over and now you're trapped in between his arms as he's breathing into the crook of your neck. he smells faintly like alcohol and you can't stop squirming around, it just feels soo ticklish when his breath hits your skin. holding your hands down with his to keep you still, he whispers a quick, barely audible "por favor, let me do this..." before slamming your lips with his.

he's all over your lips, only really letting go for a bit to let you catch your breath. his body pressed against yours; you can feel his chest moving as he breathes, a few strands of hair fall on your face, and the growing bulge in his pants. he'll take a good look of you, soaking in every little detail of your pretty little face before going down on you. and he's so, so good with his tongue, you're practically seeing stars. when he's done with that, he'll shove two fingers and spread you open as wide as possible, to test you, prep you.

your clothes are ripped off you and he's fumbling trying to unzip his pants with one hand. the seconds it takes to free his cock feels like forever to him, so forgive your colonel if he's a little impatient, ok? oh he really should do more prep with you, i mean, just look at your tight little pussy. he really should, but god, he doesn' have the time; he might as well die if he doesn't shove his throbbing cock in you right now. and that's what he does.

rams his cock straight into your pretty plush cunt. and it's so thick. he might not have the longest cock, but god, he's a contender for one of the thickest. you're being stretched so wide, so far, no one has ever stretched you this far and it hurts. but it feels so good, and tears flow down your face, and you're too cockdrunk to form words. eye rolled back, you subconsciously grind on him, even after he's made you cum, even when the overtsimulation is getting painful. he's picking up the speed, chasing after his own pleasure, and you can feel his cock throbbing inside. and he's singing you honeyd praises between grunts. praises that keep you staying, keep you wanting more.

it takes him so, so much self control to pop him cock out and cum on your stomach. he's still riding his high, a little drunk when he collapses onto your chest.

"quiero follarte en la posición de perra nalgona.."

you look at him confused. god, you need some spanish lessons don't you? he chuckles.

"guess you need to improve your spanish. so i'll meet you here tomorrow night for some personal spanish lessons, aye?"

how can you decline your colonel?

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[mehidktbh]

Last Fair Well

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader

Summary: You wish your husband a fair well right before he leaves. (Something short)

Warning: Established relationship, crying, swearing, war and military shit, kissing and implied SMUT/NSFW

A/N: Ngl Alejandro is 100% the husband to be so possessive over you, he probably has anger issues too. I could go on and on about Alejandro, I should make an HC about him soon 🤔 (Italic font is flashback/memory)

Fuck...

Your mind is racing, and your heart feels as if it's going to break out of your chest any second now as you try to keep your excitement inside. There's a slight tingle in your legs, the wobbly feeling is like jelly as you hung close to the wall. "Amor." Your head wraps around to see your husband who stands there handsomely, his hands at his side as they open wide for you.

"I'll be back for you, hun," Alejandro whispers like butter in your ear, smirking when your bury your head further into his chest armour. His husky cologne is something you're well used to now but you can't help but love the way it brings back the most memories.

♡ ♡ ♡

You sit there, your head resting against the palm of your open hand as you watch the sight in front of you. "It's nearly ready, querido" You hum back, stalking your husband’s every move as you watch him prance around the kitchen, his hands glide over every appliance. Watching his body move like silk and how it brings back the nights you would spend in bed with Alejandro.

Endless nights of pleasure and moans, his head buried in between your thighs as you can't control the pornographic sounds coming out. His tongue works wonders as he swirls his tongue around, "Calm down..." You whimper, trying to pull yourself together, almost making out the laugh that comes out from between your thighs, the feeling of his stubble getting tougher up your leg until he has his head on your stomach.

"Solo recuéstate, déjame cuidarte..." God the words slipping out of his mouth goes unregistered by you as you suddenly feel his fingers expending you out. His other hand holds onto your thighs from closing as his fingers only add to the overwhelming pleasure.

♡ ♡ ♡

The sound of yelling can be heard from down the hall, one of his men demanding in Spanish for Alejandro to hurry up. But you hold onto him tighter as you feel his cold wedding ring leave your hand as he begins to pull away.

"Promise?" Alejandro looks back, locking eyes with your red, puffy eyes. A sympathetic smile is plastered on his face as he leans in to kiss your forehead, the cold sensation of his ring is felt back onto your hand as he traces little shapes. You pull him closer into a kiss, your hands come around his neck as his hands rest and grope your butt.

"I promise."

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[ghosts-bandwagon]

for the prompt list, can you do alejandro from cod and 11, if possible

ps: i'm new to tumblr so i don't have any idea what 'gn' means? also i really love your works

(Ah! GN means gender neutral, sorry!)

11. I love it when you cry for me

Alejandro is a man of passion, he puts his all in everything he does. Whether it’s his assignments with Los Vaqueros or even doing anything with you, he truly puts his heart into it. With you especially.

When he has you on your back, his head buried between your legs for what feels like hours, his mouth soaked as his hands pin your legs to the mattress, he puts his heart into it. When he has you on your stomach, your ass in the air as hips roll lazily against you, stroking the deepest parts of you, he puts his heart into it. When you’ve just woken up and your both on your side, his cock sliding in and out of you, drinking the barely awake moans coming out of your mouth, he puts his heart into it.

When his pace is unforgiving, his hips pistoning in and out of you, sweat rolling down his back, your chorus of his name and mindless babble is a symphony to him. He sees the tears building on your lash line and it does something to him, you’re blinking up at him, doe eyed and fucked out, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth, barely even aware of the tears pouring down your cheeks,

“I love it when you cry for me.”

He kisses your tears away, nipping the skin of your cheek, lips trailing lower and lower sucking hard when they meet the smooth skin of your neck,

“So fucking beautiful.”

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Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty Five

Sex Pollen

Alejandro Vargas x Rodolfo Parra

“What was that?” Rudy called over his shoulder, not looking away from down the corridor when something smashed behind him. 

“I, uh… I think I found the shipment…” Alejandro’s quiet voice was drowned out by a piercing alarm that rang down the corridor. 

“And…?” Rudy raised his voice as emergency lights began to flash overhead. “Fuck, Ale! The door!”

“I… Rudy?” Alejandro called out to him as the alarm shut off. The door had swung closed at the end of the corridor, the heavy thud of the lock making Rudy’s gut sink. What the hell had happened? 

He slowly retreated back along the wall, entering the lab to find Alejandro standing in the middle of the room, his gun hanging lax by his side. “Ale?” 

“I found the manifesto. It says… what the drug is.” 

“What is it?” Rudy approached Alejandro, taking the sheet of paper when he offered it. “An… an aphrodisiac?” 

“Supposedly. It was never meant to leave the lab, apparently, and there’s a policy, that if any of it leaks, the lab is shut down until it dissipates.”

Rudy looked at the glass vial that had shattered on the floor, having fallen from a rack of them in the cupboard Alejandro had opened. The bright pink liquid had almost entirely evaporated already. He swallowed. “And how long does that take?”

“It should be gone by six hours, but the policy is twelve.” Alejandro pointed to the explanation on the manifesto.

“So we’re locked in here, for twelve hours, with a supposed aphrodisiac…”

“Yes.”

“What do we do about it?” Rudy glanced around the room. There had to be some kind of override for it… right?

“Kiss me.” 

“What?” Rudy put the paper down on the counter, slowly turning to take a closer look at Alejandro. Fuck, he should have done that as soon as he found him, given that Alejandro had been right next to the container when it had broken. “Ale, how do you feel?” 

His skin was hot under Rudy’s hands, his pupils blown wide when he gazed down at Rudy, mirroring Rudy’s motion by pressing his hands to Rudy’s cheeks. “I feel good. Very good. Rudy, kiss me.”

It sounded like a good idea. He should kiss his boyfriend, fuck the override for this place, instead, fuck his boyfriend… this stuff was a hell of a drug. 

Rudy kissed Alejandro and tried to pull him close, frustratedly tugging on his gear, which was in the fucking way. Ale grabbed Rudy by the back of his neck, pulling him with him when Alejandro half fell back to lean against the cabinets, jostling something that sounded like glass inside. 

“Careful. We… don’t need any more than this.” Rudy barely managed to get his words out around Alejandro’s continual kisses, but he got the message, and moved away from the cabinets, letting Rudy shut and secure the doors. 

“There was a bed through there.” Alejandro mumbled. “We’re here for twelve hours… may as well get comfy.”

“You have the best ideas.” Rudy pushed Alejandro through the door he pointed to, and started undoing Ale’s gear. 

“You never say that.” Alejandro tore it off, and started to return the favour.

“Because you never have good ideas.”

“You just said…”

“Hush.” Rudy turned back to face him and pressed their bodies together, properly this time, as he kissed him again. He pushed his hips forward, grinding his own erection against Alejandro’s, as his fingers slipped inside his waistband. “Let’s get you out of these ugly fucking things.”

“Everyone says that.” Alejandro pouted as he shoved his trousers off.

“Maybe you should listen to them. No good ideas, remember?”

“But you love me?” Alejandro pouted, gazing into Rudy’s eyes. 

“Of course, I love you.” Rudy kissed him, pressing their bodies together again now that they had shed their clothes. Alejandro shivered when their skin finally touched, dragging Rudy down to the bed, sitting him in his lap as their cocks rubbed together. 

“Fuck…” Rudy murmured, “feels like I’m going to cum already.”

“I have that kind of effect on you?” Alejandro shifted under Rudy as Rudy slid to sit between Alejandro’s legs, lifting them up towards Ale’s chest, exposing his hole. 

Rudy rubbed a finger over it, and was surprised by how loose Alejandro felt, eagerly taking in his fingertips when he pressed them in. 

The drugs, he supposed, before he stopped thinking about it and dragged his dick down, pushing it into the waiting hole. Alejandro groaned and grabbed Rudy’s arms when Rudy pressed his knees up to his chest, fucking into Alejandro’s hole as he fell forward to kiss him again, huffing his breath into Alejandro’s mouth as he squeezed him tight. 

“Fuck, Rudy…” Alejandro cried out, clinging to Rudy’s shoulders. “I’m going to cum.”

“Go on. Cum.” Rudy kissed him, sinking his cock deep into Alejandro, enjoying how Alejandro squeezed his cock as he came, covering both of their bodies in his cum.

“That’s… that’s a lot.” Alejandro frowned, looking down at the mess as Rudy leant up, stilling as he came in Ale’s ass. His eyes slid closed as he sat there, undisturbed for minutes before Alejandro called his name. “Rudy?”

“Still… cumming, fuck, I can feel it… there’s so much…” Rudy dropped himself forward, resting his forehead on Alejandro’s chest. Alejandro ran his fingers through Rudy’s hair, trying to comfort him, as Rudy shook, eventually pulling out of Alejandro’s ass and falling onto his side. “Shit. That was intense.” 

Alejandro winced, feeling the cum dribbling out of him. “I think… we get a little bit of clarity, now. And, we should find out exactly what this drug is doing to us.”

Rudy nodded. “I’ll go find that manifest again.”

He dragged himself up from the bed and wandered back into the lab, already feeling like he might be getting hard again. He found the crumpled sheet of paper, and turned it over to find a list of symptoms caused by this drug, which they could now personally confirm was some kind of aphrodisiac.

“What’s it say?” Alejandro had followed him in, and slid his arms around Rudy’s hips as he read from the list.  

“Uh… let’s see. Increased libido, increased sperm production, muscle relaxant, observed reduced refractory period…”

“Seems like it was made purely for pleasure…” Alejandro studied the list over his shoulder. “Not… fertility or something?”

“Well, this batch wasn’t due to be shipped. Could be that it was an accident… because I don’t want to think about who would willingly make, or buy, this.” 

Alejandro hummed and kissed the back of Rudy’s neck. “We should get rid of that.”

“Why?” 

“If it survives, we have to take it with us, and write a report on it. Do you want to have to face everyone else and tell them what we were doing down here?”

“I don’t see why not. Maybe we should take some with us, give them a demonstration on its… effectiveness.” Rudy slid the paper back into the envelope Alejandro had found it in. 

“You… I’m going to fuck you right here against this counter for that.” Alejandro mumbled in his ear.

“About time.” Rudy leant down no on the counter as Alejandro pushed his cock into him. “And… you didn’t say no.”

“Rudy, mi amor?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.” 

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[lunarw0rks]

ALEJANDRO VARGAS | M.L

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FICS/SERIES

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DRABBLES

Interruptions (18+)

➳ Interruption after interruption; excuses followed by more excuses. You were practically clawing at him for attention. A lingering touch, a verbal tease, any intimacy, for that matter.

Pacify (18+)

➳ Hooking up with your ex means you're still separated, doesn't it?

HEADCANONS

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ALPHABETS/MISC.

NSFW Alphabet (soon!)

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[undercover-smutlover]

Colonel Alejandro Vargas...🤠

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Happy Independence Day: Thanking him for his service

Mayor Que Usted: You soon fall asleep, Alejandro holding you close, comforted by the heat of your body and the future ahead. 

Pastor’s Daughter and Pt.2 : “We’re going to make this work, yeah?” he asks, his voice breaking through your sleepy brain.

Mi niña by @little-skywalker: A sudden knock on your door leads to a connection

Little Girl Gone by @soapybutt17: It was even harder to come to terms with your lingering feelings

Young and Beautiful by @blingblong55: The young and beautiful, the soldier and corruptor, kissing to lock the deal.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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[ureternalmajesty]

Absolution || Alejandro Vargas

Warnings: sex pollen, p in v, cream pie, squirting, my poorly translated Spanish, degradation, pussy slapping, slight drachyphilla, reader is female

Author’s note: hope you enjoy >:3

18+ and nothing is ever proofread

Wrong. Everything was wrong from the start of the mission. As you and Alejandro flees from enemy fire running and jumping over dead bodies as you come across them.

Taking a detour through the dense trees and bushes. “Keep up Sargent we’ve got to get to exfil.” Alejandro called more than a few feet in front of you as he ran through some bushes with pretty vibrant yellow flowers.

Pushing through the bushes up to the exfil point. You both finally were about to catch your breathe.

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Slipping out the door bandaged wrapped around your stomach and arm from bullet wounds you received when running with Alejandro.

“What’s the news Mi corazón?” Alejandro stood up you could see the light sheen of sweat that adorned his forehead. “Just some stitches and I have asphrodisiac in my blood but it’s natural.” You explained as you felt the heat in your stomach.

“That yellow flower.” He answered. “That has to be what’s in our system.” You looked over at him. “It’s in yours as well?” You questioned as you both started walking towards away from the nurses.

“Yes well if you need something let me know.” You both had be talking that you didn’t even realize you were in front of your door. “Oh thank you Ale.” You offered him a small smiled and walked into your room and let out a sigh as you kicked off your boots and peeled off your sweat and blood covered clothes dropping them in the hamper next to the door.

Throwing yourself on the bed enjoying the cool air on your skin felt nice but it didn’t stop the fact that you felt hot and bothered. Running a hand down the front of your stomach dipping your fingers under the elastic band of your panties. Fingertips running between your wet labia. The friction from your finger tips was enough for a whimper to escape your parted lips.

Plunging your fingers into your leaking cunt. Curling them so often moans filling your room only for you to muffle them with your free hand. Legs spreading wider as you pumped your fingers in faster and deeper but it wasn’t enough.

Pulling your fingers from your cunt you roll over and grab your phone from the nightstand opening Alejandro’s messages and sending help. Before tossing your phone aside on the bed as you rolled over whining trying anything to relive the pain from the sex pollen.

Not even minutes later Alejandro slips into your room locking the door behind him. The sight of you sprawled out on your bed squirming and whining sweat making your body shine. The sweatpants that Alejandro were were felt like they been shrunk even more the pollen affected him but it seeing you sprawled out before him whimpering like a bitch in heat did something to him.

Walking over to the bed running a hand along your body making you leaning into the touch. “Ale please.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “I’ll help you mi amor.” He reached for your bra looking at you. “Can I?” You nodded as he unhooked your bra and threw it across the room as his hands trailed down to your drenched panties sliding them off and throwing them in the same direction as your bra.

“You look so beautiful baby.” Eyes trailing to your body as well as his hands before the sound of a wet smack filled the room followed by a low moan. “Ale fuck please.” With each hit his hand grew wetter. “You’re such a fucking whore.” Quickly discarding of his clothes pulling you down the bed flush against his thighs as he gripped his cock position himself at your entrance.

Thrusting in the stretch was a bit painful but soon brought pleasure. Once adjusted to the girth of his dick slow and deep thrust. Whines and small moans bounced off the walls. If no one heard you guys before they definitely heard you both now.

Arm slipping under your back gripping your hip with his hand as the other hand rubbed along your thigh. “Oh fuck—go faster Ale please.” You moan arching out of his grip hips bucking to met his. “Since you asked nicely Princesa.”

His thrust sped up pounding into your soft warm walls hitting your all the right spots in your cunt over and over. The sound of wet slick and skin slapping was drowned out with your moans and Alejandro’s groans. It’s so fucking good it’s like your in heaven amongst the clouds but that doesn’t stop you from begging and pleading nails digging into his forearms.

“Gonna fuck—so close ale.” The knot in your stomach tightened and you clenching on Alejandro’s dick. “Such a good slut taking me so well.” He groaned out hand sliding down from your thigh thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Squirming and hips bucking from his touch it was to much. “Cum Mi corazón cum for me.”

A loud moan tore from you mouth as you came undone around his cock. Coating his dick in your release clenching on him. A loud groan fell from his lips as his hips stilled head thrown back in pleasure as he emptied his balls in your cunt.

“Wanna go again?” You felt his dick twitch inside your sore pussy.

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[here-but-forgotten]

Alejandro / Period care

note - apparently I wrote this in april. Then forgot. Enjoy.

content notes: alejandro vargas x f! reader. periods. menstrual cycle.

alejandro is accommodating, if not a little overbearing. he’ll do everything in his power to make you comfortable and relaxed. he’ll do just about anything you ask.

he’s carrying you from the bedroom, he’s tying and putting your shoes on for you, he’s helping you shower, he’s doing all the chores.

In all honesty, he’s not the most knowledgeable on the symptoms and feeling side as much as he knows the basics of what’s going on.

however he will learn your schedule. he’s a little freak like that.

Alejandro is putting you in his clothes and that is final.

he will coo and baby you but if you snap at him he finds it hot.

if you ever need to lay down, he’s there, holding you and laying with you. sometimes he dozes off with a hand on your lower back. Sometimes he’ll hum or ramble softly, with his voice low and rumbling while he holds you against his chest.

promotes any clingy behavior. kiss his neck and clutch onto him all day and he’s in some sort of heaven.

he’s got a water tracker going in his head for your hydration and he is obsessive over it during your period. also promotes the balance of sweets and comfort versus nutrition and Actual Food.

he’ll cook you anything you ask for though.

overall, he’ll do anything you ask and treat you anyway you ask. you’re not in too much pain but you’re just a bit tired? he’ll still cook and make sure you’re getting enough to eat. you wanna be in princess mode all week? he’s there, doing absolutely anything you ask.

will make at least one joke about how he could ease your pain 😏

becomes the most doting version of himself for a week; he’ll buy you anything and spoil you more than he already does. he’ll sit with you and watch what you’re looking at.

as usual, super respective of you, especially regarding sex; he wants to make sure you don’t feel guilty for turning down sex, especially right now.

that being said, if you do want it… he’s just as doting what did you expect. you’re the pillow princess; he’s taking care of everything. He’s got a towel, tissues, toys, whatever you want and need for right now.

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[ghosts-bandwagon]

helloooo, can i request from the promp list the numbers 6 and 12 for alejandro vargas? tyyy

6. Leave the lights on, let me see you

12. Relax, let me take care of you

You always felt a little self conscious, especially considering your stunning boyfriend. He had a smile that could charm the pants off the devil himself, and you’ve always told him as much. He’d thank you for the compliment, and say that it meant the world coming from you. But he knew and tonight he was determined to show you how precious you are to him. You slipped into one of his tshirts to get ready for bed, gave him a kiss good night and moved to switch off the lights as you always did before a night of intimacy,

“Leave the lights on, let me see you.” He said, his hands on your forearm to keep you from turning off the switch, eyes shining with love and honesty, you’re the most beautiful thing to him. He gently took your trembling hands and guided you over to your shared bed, laying you down slowly, peppering kisses along your skin until he reached your lips.

He held your face so tenderly in his hands, tongue prodding at your mouth, waiting for the permission you so willingly gave him. He massaged your tongue with his, running it along your teeth, memorized every crevice of your mouth. He moved so one of his legs was at the apex of your thighs, flexing against you. Your rolled your hips at the friction, mewling and moaning breathlessly into the kiss, clawing at his shirt. He shushed you, gently taking your hands in one of his, he kissed the tips of your fingers,

“Relájate, mi amor, let me take care of you.”

Alejandro is a man of his word.

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