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Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend to be interrogated by the 141 (2k words, part 1)

Summary: Inspired by one of my headcanons for Valeria. Valeria has gifted you a whole wing in her massive residence in Las Almas. Alejandro infiltrates the mansion to gather intel and finds you, Valeria's girlfriend. You are kidnapped by Alejandro and interrogated by the 141 on Valeria and her whereabouts. Got a bit carried away and will make a part 2! Link to fanfic on A03

Notes: Sorry for butchering Mexican Spanish, I Google-translated everything! Also tagging @lesvii in case u wanted to read it! TW: mentions of cheating, toxic Alejandro, threat of violence.

It was another beautiful night for you at the rich luxurious mansion of your girlfriend Valeria Garza, the infamous cartel mogul of Las Almas and Latin America. In the lowest basements of the estate sat enemies, tied on their chairs and ruthlessly interrogated by Valeria's henchmen. Blood stains littered the floor, the moans of these victims muffled by the layers of concrete that stood between them and the world above the surface. And much further above, on a secluded and spoiled part of the estate, you stretched lazily on a golden bathtub filled with hot water and bubbles, feeling the dolphin-shaped taps that winked at you with diamond eyes as you played around with the water. Your bathroom was filled with the scent of lavender and honey and you enjoyed another night of hard-earned relaxation. It wasn't easy being this loved and spoiled, but someone had to do it! Sure, Valeria had a prominently dark side that demanded constant attention, and could be a handful to love. Valeria needed three warm homemade meals every day, love each morning and night and a massage break during her siesta, and you met all of her wishes. In return, Valeria loved you hard and expensively.

Today was an especially tough day because Valeria needed to leave for a business trip.

"It's just three days, okay mi amor? I'll be back before you know it," she fussed over you at her doorstep, one of the few times she'd let you be seen by her henchmen. Ever since you were moved into Valeria's residence, she had scarcely left your side. And now here she was, needing to leave for some kind of business meeting that she refused to elaborate on. You knew it must've been important because you would hear various personnel discuss it carelessly when they thought you weren't listening from your balcony. And it must've been very important if it meant keeping her away from you for days. "But what about morning cuddles?" You sulked and held on to her shirt with the tip of your fingers. It was a bit self-indulgent and dramatic, but you really were going to miss her, and Valeria loved to feel needed anyway, so such pathetic displays were more than welcome. "I'll call you whenever I can, okay? Now give me a kiss."

And that's how you ended up having to amuse yourself for several days.

And that's when Alejandro decided to infiltrate the Las Almas residence.

You were soaking in the warm water, completely oblivious to the fact that your girlfriend's ex-lover was eyeing the residence for a vulnerable entry point. As you lathered your body in oils and creams, he was butchering the guards and dumping their bodies behind the bushes. As you sat on your Queen sized bed ready to rest for the night, he stood behind the door, listening. Alejandro had guessed that this must be Valeria's private area of the mansion because it was significantly nicer than the rest, and that said something. Whereas the rest of the mansion looked like it came from a luxury housekeeping catalogue, this part was more...personal. It had a personal touch to it, a woman's touch. And he knew Valeria had no interest in interior decoration. He passed hallways with floral and sensual pieces of art, past vases with carefully arranged flowers that probably had a deeper significance than he realised. Past a fully stocked kitchen with something freshly cooked on the stove, past a well-used sitting area decorated with pictures of two women smiling at the camera. Jealousy tugged at his heart at these displays of domesticity. He pulled a spy cam cord from his pocket and slid it underneath the door. And there on the bed, amid fluffy cushions and blankets, sat you.

And he remembered exactly who you were.

"Hermano, all good in there?" Soap's voice came through in his earpiece, jolting Alejandro from his revenge fantasy. "Si, be out in five," he whispered and pulled the camera back. It'd be more efficient to knock on the door and wait to take you with chloroform, but he could bet on his life that you were not part of the cartel. This was very much a regular civilian woman, a little trophy wife. And trophy wives can't fight off military personnel. Alejandro rammed through the door and lunged for you before you even had a moment to turn around. Having tucked yourself in your blankets, you had no time to even get up before this strange man put his hands on you.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Strange men with various insignias on their uniforms paced around the residence as you were pushed forward and towards the garden. The man was with Mexican Special Forces, that much you could tell. He laughed darkly and tightened his grip on you. "So, big El Sinobre left you behind, eh? Not so big and scary now, are we?" To your horror and surprise, a helicopter was lowering itself to the ground and shone a bright light on you, like you were a criminal. You wanted to protest that you hadn't actually done anything, but you were guilty by association. Another man leaned out of the helicopter and extended his arm to grab you. "That don't look like cartel to me, brother," a slightly Southern American accent decorated his speech as he grabbed your elbow and chucked you in. The Mexican man followed you along with some others. "She's the next best thing after Valeria, trust me. She'll come running to us in no time."

"Hermano, you sure about this? There are different rules for civilians." Another man spoke, a man with a mohawk and the Union Jack flag on his vest. The helicopter started raising itself off the ground and took off to God knows where. You were in your pyjamas still, feeling silly and vulnerable, too afraid to say anything. Valeria always warned people to stay quiet in front of enemies, and you couldn't be blamed for anything you hadn't said. "I'm positive, Hermano. I know how she works. We take something from her, and she'll come looking." The man sat right across from you, his eyes never leaving you. He was tall and dark, around Valeria's age you'd guess, maybe older. There was a menacing look in his eyes, as though he couldn't stand to look at you, yet his dark eyes never left yours. There was something else lurking underneath that you couldn't put your finger on. It was almost like hatred, though you couldn't understand why he'd hate you personally - you'd never seen him before. And yet he spoke of Valeria with such familiarity...it chilled you.

Next thing you knew, you were in some headquarters. Masses of soldiers marched to and from the facility, taking the time to glance your way as the men brought you to one of the warehouses. Amidst the uniformed men with pounds of kit on themselves, you felt naked. Within the warehouse was a metal container that, to your horror, seemed to be your new resting place. You were thrown on a chair and the container sealed shut after them. "She's being surprisingly cooperative so far," the man with the skull mask grumbled as he leaned back with his arms crossed. "Either that or poor thing doesn't speak English," said the American.

"I can speak English," you whispered and nodded to them, the first thing you said so far. "Perfecto." The American clapped his hands and walked towards you. He lowered himself to your level and brought his face menacingly close to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Now, we can do this the nice way. Or we can do this the army way. What will it be, sweetheart?" He stared you down with his blue eyes and you noticed the scar on his cheek; a clean slice on his combat-hardened face. You swallowed hard. "The nice way." He grinned with satisfaction and raised himself. "That's what I like to hear."

The man who kidnapped you stepped forward, towering over you and not bothering to lower himself like the American. "Where's Valeria?" He spat her name out like poison and your heart sank. "I don't kn-," you'd started saying but stopped when you saw how his eyes darkened. "She doesn't tell me anything. She keeps her business separate from me." "And who exactly are you?" The masked man spoke, his deep voice reverberating within the container. The Mexican man scoffed and paced around mumbling to himself. "This should be good." "Alejandro, please." Another man scolded in a whisper. Alejandro glared at him and shook his head, then looked at you with a deep frown that contorted an otherwise handsome face. His eyes, you realised, were looking at your fingers, one of which wore a thick golden band.

"I'm her partner." You resisted the urge to play with your ring, afraid of making any move in front of them. The American laughed loudly, making you jolt in your seat. "A cartel run by a lesbian, eh? Man, I love my job." "She's not a lesbian," Alejandro snapped quickly. The American stood up taller. "My friend, I think you need to cool off." "¡Anímate y díselo!" He yelled at you. "Alright, now hold on. How do you two know each other?" The American demanded as he pointed to you and Alejandro. "I don't know him," you mumbled and shook your head. "Mierda! You know perfectly well who I am." He exploded again. The man with the mohawk and the other Mexican man looked at you wearily, moving a little bit closer to you in light of Alejandro's outbursts. "I'm sorry, I really don't," you said with a wavering voice. That seemed to really set him off. Alejandro charged at you while swearing. "Vete al infierno hija de puta-"

The two men reached forward and drew him away from you. "Alejandro-" "Calm down, Commander." He shook them off then span around and looked at you again, his firsts curled on the handles of his vest. "Okay, go on. Speak." "I already told you she doesn't tell me anything! She doesn't want me to be involved and she doesn't tell me where she goes. I just take care of the house and that's it. And she'll be mighty pissed when she sees I'm gone." You threw your words at him.

"And now, you," the American pointed at Alejandro. "Valeria served in the Mexican Army, same unit but different squads. Until she betrayed us for the cartel. That's how I know her."

Suddenly, you realised who he was. You'd heard whispers about him amongst Valeria's friends. She would frequently be teased about 'moving camps' and being a heartbreaker. One of them even joked about how you were a homewrecking housewife. Valeria made sure you didn't see those people again. You thought it was all part of a big joke, until now. That part of her past, you guessed, must be him.

The American looked at you and you nodded. "Yes, she did that when we first met. But I don't know anything specific, she didn't tell me." The man who called Alejandro 'commander' looked at you closely and he, too, seemed familiar. He was also part of the Mexican Special Forces and seemed to be paired up with Alejandro. He had large, round brown eyes that were not unkind. He spoke up: "I remember her too. Valeria and she met just a bit before Valeria left the Mexican Army." The American looked at you with disdain after that, and the other man continued. "But she's not lying about not knowing Alejandro. Valeria kept her out of our business." You looked at him with relief and he looked away.

"Well we just pulled a heck of an operation to weed this one out, and we're not leaving until we get some answers," said the American man. "And I don't believe for a second that you're entirely clueless. Now you can either start singing or I'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me."

Notes: Thanks for reading! Link to part 2 :> Link to part 3

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saturncodedstarlette · 4 months

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Y/N, wrapping an arm over her shoulders, with a kiss to her head : You are the most jealous woman I’ve ever met. You know that?

Valeria, head jerks back : You’ve met other women? 🤨

Y/N : 눈_눈

#Original : Caught Up by Liz Tomforde #Cod #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Call of duty x reader #Cod x reader #Cod Valeria Garza #Valeria Garza #Cod Valeria x reader #Cod Valeria Garza x reader #Valeria Garza x reader #Cod Valeria x you #My 2023 works

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askuemki · 2 months

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i needed a break from the billion of projects i have to slap out this half assed thought i had in my head taking my chances and not putting this under some cut, but let me know if it's a better idea to do so

arguably this would have been a full scene w/ a 1st person type perspective if I didn't choose to do as fewest layers as possible smh (a hand would be there... Somewhere. xoxo)

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donnas-dollface · 5 months

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baptize in your thighs until it hurts...

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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Heya! I just read your valeria x reader fic and I absolutely loved it!

Would you be willing to write something with her again? Maybe the reader is trying to surprise Valeria with some kind of nice gesture (food, art, honesty anything goes) and tries to keep it secret from her, but Valeria grows suspicious and confronts the reader?

Oh my gosh, yes yes yes!!! I absolutely adore every single woman in existence so I will definitely write for Valeria again. I love her so much mwah mwah mwah! Thank you for requesting anon, this was so fun to write!!!

Splashes of Paint

Synopsis: She was growing frustrated; the constant lies, changes of subject and obvious attempts to hide something away. She was hiding something, and Valeria was going to find out what.

Pairing: Valeria Garza x Female!Reader (Only after finishing this work, did I realise I subconsciously made this an f!reader. If that is not what you wanted - as you didn't state in the request - please let me know and I will change it!!)

Genre: Slight Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, accusation of unfaithfulness, and kissing

Word Count: 1.6K

General Masterlist I COD:MWII Masterlist

GIF not mine

Hours. Days. Weeks.

Time went by in a blur; the days merging together as she attempted to perfect the painting in front of her. Splashes of colour littered the large canvas, covering every inch – every corner – to create a beautiful piece of art for the one she loved.

It wasn’t good enough, however. Not to her eyes. Something was missing. Something crucial. But she had no idea what.

She wanted to get it done. She needed to get it done, really. She could see the growing frustration on her girlfriend's face when she, for what felt like the millionth time, had to make up a story for what she did during her time off.

She wasn’t sure whether Valeria has grown incredibly good at reading her, or if she was simply a terrible liar, but a look of disbelief crossed her face at her every word. Valeria could feel something was amiss, and when she began to lock the door to her office, her suspicions only began to worsen.

Valeria hated to throw accusations her way. She hated growing angry; raising her voice with her arms swinging around wildly. But she also hated how secretive she’s grown, how she began to hide away, sometimes not even greeting her at the door when she returned home.

Perhaps she was being unfair. She herself, being that she was El Sin Nombre, had more secrets than she could count; secrets she could never tell her. She hid things from her all the time, and yet she couldn’t help but feel betrayed when those secrets were kept away from her instead.

Maybe it was paranoia; fear. In her mind, any sort of abnormal behaviour quickly became a threat – not just in her line of work, but towards the people she cared most about.

Was she just afraid? Perhaps she feared losing her, her mind convincing her the sudden secrecy was the beginning of the end.

She didn’t want to be the controlling girlfriend... and she wasn’t. They both had their moments of isolation, preferring their own company despite the other also being home. They both had their freedom and privacy that they needed. It was a healthy relationship – healthier than any she has had in the past.

Just talk to her. She tried to persuade herself, but when she began to think about the secrecy, the frustration only seemed to return.

She could only sigh when she opened the door to her home only to be, once again, greeted by nothing. There was not a sound; no happy squeals that she was used to, and no grinning face of her girlfriend that she wished to see for the past week. Just nothing. Emptiness.

She felt her heart sink as she took off her boots and ventured further into her home to find it empty. It was almost cold, despite the high temperatures inside the building. The lack of her was clear, and slowly began to become unbearable.

She wanted to feel her arms around her once again; to have her cling to her like she did every morning and evening when she returned from work. She wanted to feel her skin against hers, to have her press gentle and loving kisses against her skin. She missed her.

Taking in a decided breath, she shook off her jacket and walked towards the locked door that led to her office. She didn’t try to pry the door open, no, she would never want to impose despite her growing frustration. Instead, she knocked softly, as to not startle her in case she did not hear her come in.

She said her name lowly, leaning on the doorframe as she waited for the door to open. It wasn’t long after that she emerged, with her hair unkempt and breathing heavy.

Valeria’s brows only furrowed at her state, “What are you doing in there?”

“What?” she asked, mildly confused as she stepped into the corridor and closed the door, “Oh, nothing. I didn’t hear you come in, I’m sorry.”

Valeria didn’t respond, her eyes only narrowing as she listened to her speak. She crossed her arms over her chest, tongue wetting her lips before she let out a bemused laugh.

“Val?” she spoke, tilting her head to the side, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” she raised her brows in disbelief, “What’s wrong with you?”

She was taken aback by her words. Sure, Valeria had been extra short-tempered lately, but she had not yet accused her, or blamed her for anything. She should have seen this coming. The gift was taking too long, and too much of her time.

God, she wasn’t even sure when she began to neglect her partner.

“I-”

“I never see you anymore,” Valeria complained with a frown, “We barely speak. So, what’s wrong.”

“Nothing-”

“Don’t lie to me.” She stated firmly, “It’s clearly something. Either something is bothering you, or you’re hiding something. Whatever it is, tell me because I am starting to lose my patience.”

She took in a deep breath, her eyes looking downward in shame, “Val, I...”

Pause. She could not think of what to tell her without ruining the surprise.

“Is there someone else?”

“What? No, Val, Jesus,” she defended herself, shocked she would even suggest such a thing. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it!” she raised her voice, eyes growing wide in frustration, “What am I supposed to think when you lock yourself up in your office all day, when you never greet me anymore, when you stop... when you don’t even hug me anymore. Nothing. It’s like you’ve disappeared; you’re just gone, and I don’t know where you went, or why.”

She wasn’t sure wat to say – how to reply. She was left mute, unable to form any words in response.

Valeria breathed out a frustrated laugh and, with a shake of her head, turned on heel and walked away. Her steps were wide and quick as she attempted to get away from the situation before it began to escalate, only letting out harsh huffs when her partner began to follow her throughout their home.

She was back at the front door, reaching for her boots and ready to leave and cool down after the argument. She was stopped by her lover, however, and was forced to put the shoe down and look into her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m so sorry I’ve been neglecting you. I promise you it wasn’t my intention.”

She reached for Valeria’s hands, and although hesitant, she let her. Their fingers intertwined, and Valeria couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief at the feeling of her skin pressing against hers. She could never have imagined she could miss someone this much, especially someone she lived with.

She tugged her forward, leading her through the corridors until they were back in front of her office door. Sending Valeria an uncertain smile, she pushed the door open and approached a Canvas that was turned towards a wall.

“I think I finished...” she told her lover, “I’ve been struggling with this piece for a while. It still looks off to me, but I’m not sure what else I could do to make it better.”

She finally let go off her hand and turned the canvas around.

The painting was incredible; the colours on the canvas blended beautifully, gracefully even, to create a gorgeous painting. Valeria was taken aback, her mouth growing ajar as she stared at the masterpiece before her.

“It’s for you.”

“For me?” Valeria questioned in disbelief, eyes widening when she nodded in reply.

“It’s why I’ve been holed up in here for weeks,” she explained, “This is all, Val. I promise you; I didn’t do anything to betray your trust. I wanted to give you a gift... but I guess it didn’t work out as I wanted it to.”

With a gentle smile pulling at the corners of her lips, Valeria turned and cupped her cheeks in her palms, “It’s beautiful,” she said earnestly, “Thank you. And I’m sorry-”

“No, Val, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. This is all on me. I should’ve organised my time better. Given myself breaks to spend time with you. I neglected you, and I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she assured her, bringing her closer to place a loving kiss against her lips.

They were both quick to relax into one another, the muscles in their faces growing less tense as their lips moved together in harmony. One of Valeria’s hands reached for the back of her head, keeping her close as the other moved to the small of her back to pull her body flush against hers.

When they parted, their breaths were heavy as she planted gentle and sweet kisses on Valeria’s cheeks, before moving to place one right between her eyebrows.

“I love you,” Valeria whispered, her eyes showing a certain softness, “But never do that again.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I promise this was the only time.”

Valeria nodded appreciatively, “I missed you, you know.”

She hummed, her hand moving to her jaw, where she caressed the skin of her cheek with her thumb, “I missed you, too.”

Valeria pressed a kiss against her forehead, smiling as she turned to look at the colourful painting, “I will hang this up tomorrow.”

“Actually, we might have to wait a little bit longer so it can dry properly,” she broke the news.

She hummed in understanding, the smile widening on her face, “Until then, how about we go... cuddle?”

She couldn’t help but let out a gentle chuckle, “That is going to be a very long cuddle session.”

“Good,” Valeria grinned, already pulling her out of the room, “I think I deserve it after waiting for so long.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

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thelazyonehere · 9 months

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 2 months

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When you are married to your sister's nemesis, things can get tense.

When you are married to your nemesis' sister, family reunions are kind of weird

Guadalupe 'Lupe' Garza is an OC of mine, ex Mexican Special Forces, Valeria's sister and quite upset at her sister's nasty antics

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vithoma · 6 months

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#call of duty #cod mw2 #mwii #valeria garza #cod valeria #cod Valeria garza

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liamthemailman · 5 months

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Even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me

The result of the poll was... surprising... to say the least. It's a huge jump from Soap but I understand the connection

So here, ValAce for those who voted for her. Enjoy, or don't, I'm not doing anymore of this ship not putting anymore effort for a crack ship

#this came out wayyy kinkier than i originally intended #also i hate drawing side profiles why did i do this to myself #me tagging this and ignoring the Soap tags like.. im sorry babes Valeria gets custody of Ace for the weekends #call of duty oc #cod #cod oc #call of duty #call of duty fanart #cod fanart #art #oc: lt ace #fanart #valeria garza #valeria mw2 #valeria cod #ValAce #cod valeria #cod valeria garza

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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⛓Valeria Interrogation⛓

Alejandro, warns Y/N before they questioning Valeria :

Alejandro, snarls : Don’t let her beauty fool you. She’s dangerous.

Y/N, looks at Valeria :

Valeria, sits crossing legs whilst smiling seductively at them :

Y/N : Just how I like them. 😮‍💨🤤🥴🤭👀

Rodolfo, sighs & face palms :

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askuemki · 3 months

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So my Pinterest searches have been traumatizing me with male gaze garza, man I don't get why you'd need your tits out on a military operation 😔

(late night half-assed doodles of a genuinely happy Valeria in protest) Edit: felt like doing another doodle (down below), but a separate post just seems weird

#art #krita #character art #cod #call of duty #cod valeria #valeria garza #mw2 fanart #modern warefare ii #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #valeria #call of duty valeria #valeria mw2 #valeria cod #cod valeria garza #askuemkis art

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donnas-dollface · 11 months

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she may be a drug cartel leader but it makes her all the more attractive-

(photos belong to their respective owners)

#her tattoos-#I'm gay #im a lesbian #i love women #like 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️#oh my knees #cod valeria garza #valeria garza #cod valeria #call of duty valeria

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sweet-as-an-angel · 6 months

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MW2 Reaction To You Being Their Controversially Young Girlfriend

Warnings: Implied Smut, Legal Age Gap, Age Gap Relationships, Daddy Kink, Older Man/Younger Woman, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Possessive MW2, Degradation, Mention of Corruption, Mentions of Innocence, Mentions of Naivety, Praise Kink (M Giving), Implied Choking Kink, Angry Sex, Groping, Brat Taming, Man Handling/Woman Handling, Dumbification Kink, Gentle MW2, Rough MW2, Self-Consciousness, Mentions of Blood/Injury, Insecurity, Profanity, Pet Names, Fem Pronouns Used For Reader.

Ghost

Pretends he doesn’t care about the age gap, but he secretly does.

You’d never know it, but he worries that he’s roping you into a relationship – a long-term one at that – when you should be out, meeting guys, gaining life experience.

He also fears that, in some way, he’s corrupting you, that his selfish desire to keep you close to him will lead to you being targeted or you eventually resenting him.

It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him otherwise, he’s still going to worry about you.

There are a few ways you can put his mind at ease, though. Namely of the bedroom variety.

More on this later 👀.

He spoils you silly, absolutely rotten. Anything that catches that pretty little eye of yours and he’s already got it gift wrapped. He feels it’s the least he can do after you’ve shown him that life isn’t just an endless cycle of suffering – an infinitum of anguish – that he does deserve happiness and a chance at love.

Very gentle during sex. Unless you ask him not to be.

Expect a lot of praise in bed.

Many a night have you found yourself pinned under Simon, his mouth to your ear as he pants, moaning, telling you how you’re “Such a good girl, taking me so well,” while he fills you with long, languid strokes.

Other times, he’s not so gentle.

Oftentimes, usually as a result of purposefully making Ghost jealous, have you been pinned against a hard surface – one of convenience rather than comfort – with Simon at your back, the tent in his pants catching you.

His voice is deep, husking and carnal as he reminds you who you belong to.

“Like having your pretty little cunt ravaged by an older man, don’t you, Love.”

He’s very protective of you.

He sometimes construes your young age as innocence, naivete. Hence, he never lets you out of his sight when you’re out together.

Scary dog privileges.

Absolutely feral, down bad for you: you only have to do or say the most minimal of things to make him melt, to become a slave to his adoration for you.

That being said, he’s paranoid that one day you’ll see him as he views himself and leave him for someone better – someone you deserve. Someone younger.

He’s damaged goods, you still have your whole life to live. And yet you stay with him, promise him that he’s the only man you’ll ever love.

As stated earlier, Simon can be persuaded of your dedication to him via special, particular means.

However, if you play into his insecurities, even to get a rise out of him, he’ll pounce on you, grab your wrists and pin you to a wall, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him.

And, beneath dark lashes and darker eyes, he makes a promise to you.

“Oh, you think a younger lover can pleasure you like I can?” he says, his head tilting. “Don’t you worry, Darling. I’ll fuck that idea outta that pretty little head of yours until the only thing rattling around in there is me.”

König

Somewhat insecure in your relationship. Especially when he gets disapproving glances and glares from passers-by when they note the very obvious age difference between the two of you.

But, his love for you can overcome any measure of anguish, social or otherwise.

He’s the gentlest giant you could ever hope to meet, both in and out of bed.

When he feels like it.

He treats you like you’re innocent and pure, shielding your eyes from graphic scenes on TV and gruesome stories in the newspaper.

Sometimes he has to remind himself that you’re a fully-grown woman, even if you are younger than him.

You send him absolutely feral whenever you wear his clothes btw.

Seeing as any one of his shirts could be your nightdress, he calls you his “Minnie Maus”, and treats you as such.

Pls sit on his lap, he’ll only be able to die happy once you do.

He fears judgement from others whenever you enact PDA, so to make up for his lack of willing to be physical with you in public, there isn’t a moment where you’re without him at home.

Extended periods of time in your presence tend to send him a bit…funny.

A little bit silly.

And by silly, I mean there’s a single thread of humanity keeping him from tearing your clothes off at any given second.

Especially if he’s seen a younger guy looking at you earlier in the day.

One of the few times he’ll get physical with you in public is whenever he catches someone looking at you with a glaze over their eyes he knows all too well.

He approaches you from behind, slipping a pythonic arm about your waist and pulling you into him.

Only now does your admirer look away, leave the premises entirely, once they catch sight of König’s gargantuan proportions and the rabid look in his eye.

Once you get home, he’s on you before you can even shut the door.

It’s times like these that König doesn’t feel insecure about the age gap between you.

Because he knows, no matter how little you’re willing to admit it, that nobody will ever be able to make you scream and cry and tremble like he can.

“Did you like that boy’s attention earlier, Maus?” he says, his eyes cattish and voice serpentine. He bears down on you, his hand about your throat as the other travels under your skirt.

“Is my love not enough? Are my affections wasted on you?”

His eyes glint in the dim light of the bedroom. His teeth look sharper – primal – in the low glow of the bedside lamp.

“No matter. I’ll make you remember how much you need me,” he presses into you. The bulge between his legs feels far too big for you to take.

“Inch by bloody inch.”

Valeria

You’re her little Angel, her Goddess, the light of her life and her reason for living.

That does not exempt you from her teasing, however.

Sexual or otherwise.

She’s particularly fond of randomly grabbing your backside when she’s walking past, or smacking it so hard that you yelp and she’s grinning from ear to ear.

Even if you use your puppy-dog eyes on her, disobedience is not accepted under her roof.

In fact, trying to wriggle out of any punishment she has planned is enough to make her grab you and pin you to a wall, her grip unrelenting as she sucks and bites your neck, leaving harsh red marks and a sense of helplessness as she does what she pleases with you.

“Don’t go fucking around behind my back again, Chiquita,” she tells you, her nose touching yours and her eyes black. She brings her knee between your legs, pressing into you.

“Or next time I won’t just stop at your throat.”

She loves dressing you up in the finest clothing money (and a ghastly reputation) can buy.

She thrives on having you hanging off her arm like a dog on a leash; she gets to show you off to her subordinates and business partners who know they’ll never even have the thought of having a chance with you entertained.

Valeria’s mood can fluctuate in bed.

Sometimes, she treats you like a common whore she found on the street, fucking every ounce of rage, hate and venom into you until some part of you’s left bleeding as Valeria’s panting on top of you, her lips to your cheeks as she kisses your tears away with a whiplash-inducing gentleness she seemed incapable of minutes ago.

Most of the time, she’s loving and kind, putting your needs above her own.

Sure, she still teases you, makes you work for her love and dedication, but you know she’d do anything for you.

You can tell in her tone as she tells you of how she would “Scorch the earth if only to find a fragment of you in the wreckage.”

You disappearing or being taken from her is her biggest fear, and at night she holds you tightly against her chest, your buffer against the world she would sooner see in flames than relinquish you to.

Price

He’s so father-coded fr.

He calls you his little girl, his Princess, Love, Darling, Dollie — anything that highlights your fragile nature.

Shows you off to his friends just so he can show them what they’re missing. He adores the feeling of you curling further into him under the eyes of his task force, the look in their eyes relating something savage, primal, as they look at your bare thighs – the pinnacle of which shadowed by John’s shirt – and watch something they can never have, never touch.

John hides his insecurity well, but he does secretly worry about the age gap.

Especially when he watches younger men looking at you in ways he does.

The difference being that, while they offered you the world and would give you nothing, you are John’s world.

When you can tell John’s feeling worried, comforting him is a surprisingly easy task.

A kiss to the temple and the promise that he’s the only man for you is usually enough to put his mind at ease and make his face break out into a smile.

On the rare occasion it isn’t, however, alternative methods are at your disposal.

E.g. screaming John’s name into the night as your nails drag down the expanse of his back, bodies scorching as he brings you to tears with his touch and his unrelenting pace.

He will absolutely hold his rank/age over you when he’s like this, no longer a point of contention or shame for him as he tells you he’s the “Only one who can make you whimper like a fuckin’ dog,”

“Such a good girl for me, my good little cocksleeve,” he rasps in your ear as he bounces you on top of him, his hands about your waist, preventing you from fleeing or falling off.

“God, you’re so beautiful — so— fuck— gorgeous.” He’s panting, gasping, growling.

“And all mine.”

Horangi

You’re the only thing that matters to him.

At this point, he only remains as a military contractor to ensure that he can keep you in the style to which you are accustomed.

Calls you 자기야 (Jagiya – Honey, Darling).

His favourite thing to do is sit you between his legs and wrap around you like armour.

In case you couldn’t tell, he’s highly protective of you.

You can make him do absolutely anything — he’s at your beck and call.

You can get him to buy you anything if you give him what he likes to call ‘kitten eyes’ eyes.

Even if you’re being a brat, he remains calm and treats you like his little angel, his sweetpea.

Unless you push him too far.

At which point, he won’t hesitate to tame you if you try your luck.

He’ll have you bent over his lap, holding you down with his forearm as he turns your thighs and backside red-raw with the slap of his belt.

“Don’t start crying now, 자기 — you brought this on yourself.”

He never fails in the aftercare department, though.

Always filling your head with words of affirmation as he bathes you, carrying you to bed and tending to your skin with soothing creams and soft touches.

Hong-jin goes super feral crazy when you call him 오빠.

A common honorific used towards any man older than the person using it.

Even if you don’t understand the implications of it, Hong-jin does. And yes, it does tend to make him a bit silly.

Silly enough to know that he’s not going to last long and needs to get home ASAP to deal with…something.

Which he also makes your problem, pressing messy, desperate kisses to your lips as he tries to get his shirt off, your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat skyrocketing.

“I need you, (Y/N),” he says, breathless, almost growling. Yet, his eyes are wide, pleading. A doe-eyed prince with the aura of a wolf king. “And I’ll have every inch of you.”

Alejandro

Pre-established passionate lover.

One who is fiercely protective over you.

If anyone — and I mean anyone — catcalls you, makes passes at you, or even looks at you in the wrong way, Alejandro makes sure to enact righteous fury upon them.

He’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re 110% satisfied, regardless of context.

You want a new wardrobe ? It’s done. A new car ? All yours. You need Alejandro now and it can’t wait ? Why, how can he say no when you whine like that, when you tug at his sleeve and tuck your head against his shoulder.

He calls you “mi Princesa” and makes sure everybody knows you’re his and he’s yours.

A thorough lover is how you might describe him.

Especially after he’s so willing to bend you against the nearest surface to get you off, no matter the time of day.

You can bring him to his knees with just a look. Turn him from the most respected soldier in his department into a feral wolf.

Which, if you play your cards right, can end very well for both of you.

Alejandro likes to play a game whenever you’re riding him.

He grabs you by your hips and anchors you on top of him.

“Let’s see how long you can hold on for, mi Corazón,” he says, flashing you a sultry smile before he’s bucking into you at the pace of a mechanical rodeo horse at full speed.

“Holding on” can mean anything from not being pounded off Ale’s hips to staving off your orgasm for as long as you can.

Failure to do either is when you see Alejandro at his most wicked. When he’s all teeth, a shark’s grin, his eyes dark and his voice low as he tells you that he needs to “Train your endurance. How else are you going to take me again, hm?”

Needless to say, you’ll be lucky to be able to get out of bed the next day.

Rodolfo

His heart beats only for you. And as a result, he treats you like royalty.

As he should.

You want it ? You got it.

In abundance.

You have the best of everything and Rudy loves nothing more than seeing your face light up when you receive one of his many gifts.

That, and having you sat on his lap, raking your fingers through his hair as he tells you about his day.

He omits the more gruesome details, fearing he’ll taint you with the blood on his hands if he doesn’t.

Speaking of lap-sitting, it’s your one-way ticket to an eventful afternoon with Rudy.

Cockwarming is his go-to, your legs wrapped about his waist as he fills out reams of paperwork, pressing kisses to your shoulder and telling you “What a good girl you’re being, mi amor,”

Be prepared for a tidal wave of praise for doing the bare minimum.

It doesn’t matter if Rudy’s topping or bottoming, he’s going to let you know how you’re making him feel, how nobody will ever ensnare him like you do.

“I love you,” he rasps, eyes half-lidded and skin glistening with sweat as you take him.

“I love you, I love you so much–” He growls, back arching into you as you catch a sensitive area. His chest is heaving and his eyes are dark.

“I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

Graves

This guy was made to have a controversially young girlfriend.

Calls you “Babydoll”, “Babygirl”, “Little Lady”, etc.

He unironically refers to himself as “Daddy”.

E.g. “You were eyein’n up that necklace for a while, Darlin’…” His hand slips to the crotch of his jeans, rocking his bulge into his palm.

“Maybe if you ask Daddy real nicely, he’ll get it for you.”

He’s actually very caring. He’d buy you the world if it meant seeing you smile.

He never expects anything from you in return.

He just can’t pass up the opportunity to have you in his arms, to touch you.

Graves can tend to go overboard with the gifts, though.

Calls you “young thing” when he’s feeling humourous.

On the flip-side, he can (and will) use your age gap against you. Like Price, but more Southern.

He’ll be very condescending when he’s mad, tending to use terms that undermine how intelligent and capable you really are.

“If you’d just listened to me and gotten it through your tiny head that I’m doing what’s best for you, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

On the flip-flip-side, he uses your age gap as a jumping-off point into…dubious activities.

#1 dumbification kink enjoyer.

He’s a switch with top lean, what can I say.

“Can’t do anything without me, can you, Sweetheart.” It’s not a question. His eyes are too serious, too stern, for it to be. He’s pounding into you, hands either side of your head, caging you beneath him.

Between his panting, he presses a wet, uncoordinated kiss to your lips.

“I’ll make sure you can’t even think without me by the time I’m done with you.”

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isabella-kr · 11 months

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Hmmmmm

Whatcha think of Valeria’s type in girls?🤔

Does she like a certain attitude/personality, hair length, height, body type etc..?👀

Okay I might get a lot of people disagreeing with me, but personally I think Val is into feminine women. Not really just feminine, but also someone who could bring some amount of peace into her hectic life.

I could see her searching for someone who isn’t in the cartel, military or any other dangerous type of area, and more so someone who lives a normal life. Of course, she would be happy if she could protect herself, but Val also has a lot of connections and will most definitely have trusted people watching her and keeping her safe 24/7.

Like if her partner had a job in a shop, or even had her own little business, and then spent her free time gardening, or doing something else she enjoys, Val would be really happy. I feel like it’d bring her a peace of mind knowing her partner doesn’t constantly put herself in danger .

As for feminine, idk, I feel like she’d be really into women with typical feminine features; long hair, dresses, etc.

And if her partner had a sweet attitude too - unlike all the people she’s constantly surrounded by - she’d really love it, and could honestly melt anytime she was sweet and loving towards her. Val had to toughen herself up to survive in the military, and then the cartel, so I feel she’d really appreciate / be attracted to a person with this type of personality / attitude.

When it comes to body type, I don’t really think she has a type. I imagine she cares more about the personality of her partner than the way they’re built.

Of course none of this excludes other women from being in her radar, but I feel she would be most attracted to women like this. This is just my opinion tho! If you disagree, that’s perfectly fine ahah!

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sky-is-the-limit · 6 months

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homicidal-slvt · 10 months

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Thoughts on COD men favorite way to cuddle? Personally I believe Soap likes to lay directly on top of his partner, he’s a whore for head scratches. Please any soft headcanons you have for 141+LV would do rn. I just need some soft boys. 🥹

How Do They Cuddle?

COD SFW Head-Canons

Characters: John Price, Johnny Mactavish, Simon Riley, Kyle Garrick, Alex Keller, Gary Sanderson, Nikolai, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Kate Laswell, Valeria Garza, Phillip Graves, König, Farah Karim

Warnings: None- Just Fluff.

John Price

Loves to pull you into his arms in bed and be the big spoon, honestly okay with most cuddle positions.

Will lay on top of you and snuggle but it's typically unintentionally in his sleep- like a weighted blanket that snores and sleep talks.

Will pass out immediately if you rub his shoulders.

Johnny Mactavish

Absolutely adores laying on top of you with his head on your chest, your heartbeat soothes him and lord help him if you scratch his head- he may just drool.

Any and all types of spooning is welcome, will be the little or big spoon.

Hands on you every chance he is given, tugging you close in bed and nearly roasting you because this man is a straight up living furnace.

Simon Riley

Pulls you into his side so you can lay your head on his chest, typically sleeps laying on his back.

Absolutely melts if you press little kisses to the scars on his face, wraps his arms around you so tight that there is no escape.

Not opposed to you spooning him or just wrapping your arms around him from behind.

Kyle Garrick

Does the thing of tucking your head to his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat, will also hum a soft tune to you and murmur the sweetest things as you fall asleep.

Tuck your face into the crook of his neck and you'll hear an audible sigh of happiness, arms slipping around you to pull you impossibly close.

Kiss attack!!! Will randomly pepper kisses all over your face and anywhere else you'll let him- he just can't resist you.

Alex Keller

Absolute puppy energy as he follows you around closer than usual whenever he wants to cuddle, will eagerly pull you to him on the couch or wherever else you two sit down.

Tucks his face into the crook of your neck and purposely tickles you with his facial hair, grins like an idiot when you giggle and push at him.

Is typically the big spoon in bed because he just loves being the one with his arms around you, planting kisses to your shoulders.

Gary Sanderson

Lays on top of you to trap you with his affection, nuzzling and making little hum sounds to express how much he adores you.

Traces shapes and letters along your skin when you two are cuddling in bed, loves tugging you close to his chest and running his hands along your back.

Often pats his lap when he wants you to stop what you're doing and just come sit on him for snuggles for awhile.

Nikolai

Handsy? Handsy. Gentle touches at all times and constant hugs from behind, is so damn cozy though and knows it- pulling you into him every opportunity.

Loves having you lay on top of him like a blanket, mumbling loving words in Russian as he rubs your back.

If you're sitting beside him his arm is wrapped around you, however he much prefers you on his lap so he can hold you even closer.

Alejandro Vargas

Wants you to lay on him. Please lay on him or let him spoon you, he just has to feel you close so he can praise you softly.

Will drag you onto his lap to hold you when he feels you're working too hard, that's enough chores for right now- snuggle time.

Rubs his hands lightly up and down your sides when you two are in bed.

Rodolfo Parra

Literally the absolute sweetest- wants to sit and cuddle you while feeding each other snacks. Wants you on his lap so he can tell you about his day while sticking food in your mouth.

Loves being the little spoon or laying his head on your chest, run your fingertips along his back and he'll hum out in response.

Consistently gives you the coziest hugs and sweet forehead kisses, hands on your waist or lower back.

Kate Laswell

Intense spooning- prefers being the big spoon but will gladly be the little spoon. Loves taking care of you.

Wants you to lean your head on her shoulder when you two are sitting at home watching shows together.

Encourages you to tell her all about your day, pressing a sweet kiss to your head as you drift off in her arms.

Valeria Garza

Holds your hands when you two cuddle in bed because it's romantic, presses kisses to your knuckles as you tell her about your day.

Praises you for whatever you accomplish and also insists that you take plenty of breaks so she can hold you.

Wants to be the big spoon or tuck your head against her chest so she can mumble sweetly in your ear.

Phillip Graves

An absolute menace who unleashes tickle attacks occasionally when you two are cuddling, usually though he just mumbles sweet things against your skin.

Showers you with kisses and groans softly as he eases into bed with you and with a 'c'mere darlin'' starts spooning you- loves being big spoon.

Wants you to lay your head on his chest sometimes as well, feel his breathing and steady heart beat while he rambles about his day.

König

Lay on him please- he craves it so bad to just feel you close like that. Wants to hold you tightly to himself and ramble about how much he loves you.

A giant teddy bear- please let him lay his head on your lap. He'll fall asleep instantly.

Gentle and doting wanting to give you massages constantly- if you return a massage though you will just hear so many soft groans and praises in German.

Farah Karim

Spoon spoon spoon- will be little or big spoon she doesn't care. Just let her tell you how gorgeous/handsome and perfect you are.

Rests her hands on your waist often when you're doing things, especially loves doing it if it makes you flustered.

Lay your head in her lap and she will gladly smile and stroke your hair- you're just so cute.

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