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diejager · 5 months
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Nooo but there is something about the monster au where there is a casual mention from her that she won't live as long as them (I assume monsters/hybrids are longer lived plus she is a lot more likely to die on mission), like she probably just jokes about it offhandedly and it sends all of them feral because... no? Absolutely not? Insulting. Ridiculous. Not happening.
Cue ultimate clinginess, all rushing to be more intimate because the thought of her not being around is abhorrent. Soap maybe losing it a bit going off on a line of thought about how he could mate her right? Would it be awful if there was a way for her to be a wolf shifter?
I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND
Change cw: mention of turning, mention of death, joking about death, tell me if I missed any.
All options are on the table at this point, death had always been something that loomed over them like a shadow, the veil and sickle of death following you wherever you went. You’ve had more than one reminder of your short life, your vulnerability as a human, weak and tender skin, short lives and a delicate body. There were so many things in the world that could pose a possible danger to you and they hated that.
You lived shorter lives than most monsters or hybrids, you grew sick and frail whereas hybrids could fight any viral infections or diseases, you didn’t have thicker skin despite all the extra layers of protective gear and you were a target of many for your choice of career. They were reminded of you mortality whenever you get hurt, blood painting your skin with a strong, metallic odour.
And it didn’t help that you’d often joke about it, throwing offhanded comments that made their hackles raise, body tense and mind brewing with what ifs scenario that has them tearing their hair from the root. While some monsters were more solitary than others, all of them were possessive of what they deemed their family —pack.
Ghost and König stuck closer during training, a tall, imposing figure behind you that acted as a guard dog to ward away anyone they deemed a danger. Soap and Horangi hung around you in the rec room, either laying on you or clinging to you, putting a show of ownership over you. Rudy and Alejandro, the ever active couple, were always finding you around the base, striking up a conversation and wrapping their arms around you. Gaz would was the cuddliest of the group, finding time outside of his busy to snuggle up against you and cover you with his wings, pulling you to sleep on his shoulder. Price, the man with the most authority in the TF made sure that you were always with someone on every Op, having someone to back you up in the most dire situation.
Every visit to the medic made them wild, it brought them closer to desperate measures. Would it be so bad to turn you in one? Would it be so bad to let Soap bite you during the full moon, his bite infecting you with his power: thicker skin, sturdier build, longer lifespan and better sense? The only draw backs were the higher wildness, near feral during full moons and a competitive mindset over the possessiveness and brattiness of a young werewolf.
Would it be so bad to make you return as a wraith? While Ghost learned to control his powers alone, the pain and emotions building up in his body without any way of letting it out, you had him, you wouldn’t be alone with the resurrection. He didn’t want you to feel the terror and agony by yourself —he didn’t want you to know how it felt to die and come back.
Would it be so bad to have a vampire turn you into one without becoming a thrall? You couldn’t walk in the sun, something you told them you enjoyed, you’d be restrained to specific activities and you wouldn’t like that, being limited by the sun. Granted, there were solutions to that, but none very comfortable.
They knew you were aware of your mortality, made fun of it and laughed as it this was your last day, but you didn’t fear death, you only feared leaving them. You were open to their thoughts, listening to their ideas and options with a neutral expression, but you didn’t reject the idea of turning you. That was a good thing, a step forward in their mind.
Now all that needed to do was to let you decide which path you wanted to walk.
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altbite · 1 year
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Incorrect Quotes *mw2 x reader*
Alejandro: Rudy and I are having a baby.
Y/n: That's gre-
Alejandro, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.
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Price, driving y/n and Soap: So how was your day?
Y/n: We almost got surprise adopted!
Price: What?
Soap: We almost got kidnapped.
Price: Oh, okay.
Price: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!
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Ghost: Y/n... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Y/n: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.
Ghost:
Ghost: I wrote sanitize, Y/n.
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Y/n: *Stubs their toe* FUCK!
Rudy: Mind your language!
Y/n: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???
Rudy:
Y/n: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.
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Y/n: Am I going too far?
Gaz: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.
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Soap: Truth or dare?
Y/n: Dare
Soap: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room
Y/n: Hey Graves
Graves, blushing: Yeah?
Y/n: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Alejandro
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Y/n: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?
Gaz: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Ghost?
Ghost: Probably “road work ahead”.
Price: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.
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Price: Listen, I can explain...
Ghost: You’re making $500,000 and you’re only gonna pay me $30,000?
Soap: You’re getting 30 grand? I’m getting $1,000!
Y/N: You guys are getting paid?
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Price: Just be yourself.
Y/n: 'Be myself'? Price, I have one day to win Alejandro over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?
Gaz: Couple weeks
Soap: Six months.
Ghost: Jury’s still out.
Y/n: See, Price?
Y/n: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?
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Soap: Alejandro... How do I begin to explain Alejandro?
Rudy: Alejandro is flawless.
Ghost: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000.
Gaz: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan.
Y/n: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.
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ilovelosermen69 · 7 months
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Girls when they see a man in uniform
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mrshesh · 8 months
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Hello :D I saw that you write for Modern Warfare 2, so I'd like to request how the boys would react if you ask if they'd still love you if you were a worm! Hehehehe :p
"a...worm?" - modern warfare 2 x reader
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overview: mw2 men reacting to you asking if they'd still love you if you were a worm
pairing: mw2 men x gender neutral reader, romantic
genre: fluff
a/n: hi anon! thanks for the request, it's really funny. i had a blast writing this. keep them coming!
x simon "ghost" riley
He would turn his head super slowly in your direction after you ask, and you can practically see the look on his face, even with his mask on 😭
He hits you with one of his side eyes, processing the question as he blinks judgementally at you.
“Fuckin' hell." He immediately sighs.
“Well? Would you?"
"Sure."
He would indeed love you, and yes, he would feed you and take care of you.
Realistically, Simon would keep you in his pocket at all times. He would also try to teach you self-defense! (Would it go horrible? Absolutely. But it’s the thought that counts.)
x john "soap" mactavish
“A worm?” He sits back in his seat, looking down at his shoes as he digs into his brain as if this is the most important question of his life. “Yeah, I think I would."
Before you know it, you’re discussing your worm life with Johnny in full detail, with him explaining how he’d build a small house for you in his backyard. 
Immediately bursts out laughing at the thought of you as a worm crawling around with a gun on the battlefield. 
“As long as you don’t cheat on me with some other worm lad, I’d still love ya, bonnie.”
x kyle "gaz" garrick
He, like Simon, hits you with one of his side eyes. 
He actually thinks about it for a hot minute, though, going through the pros and cons of this hypothetical situation. 
“Yeah, pretty much.” He concludes, shrugging as his thoughts return to the mental list of the upsides and downsides of you turning into a worm. 
“The biggest pro is that I can protect you easily. The biggest con is that you’re a worm.” 
He gets so into this scenario, discussing the matter with you as if it’s forthcoming. 
“What about you then? Would you love me if I was a worm?” He returns the question, his mind still wandering. Would you have shelter? How would he feed you? Would he accidentally stomp on you? “Yeah, I would. We can be worms together!” “Word.”
x john price
“Where do you come up with this stuff?” 
He rubs his eyes almost urgently, a light groan coming from him as he breathes heavily. He’s trying to act all tough and unbothered, but in reality, he’s melting inside. He thinks your thought process and comfortability with him is adorable. 
“I’d have to be extra careful with you, wouldn’t I?” 
He runs the scenario in his head, playing it back and skipping forward like a movie. He’s very conflicted. It’s hard to love a worm, but it’s not just any worm - it is you! 
“Sure.” He shrugs while his eyes lock in with yours. His face is to die for. He looks so done.
Realistically, he’d keep you in an aquarium full of dirt. It would be in his office so he can keep an eye on you to assure you aren’t doing something absurd, as worms do.
x alejandro vargas
Oh, he’s living for this. 
You can’t help but snicker a little when he starts laughing at your question. He’s even smacking his thigh with his hand! It can’t be that funny… it’s a simple question!
He wipes his teary eyes when he can feel his hearty laughter calm down. 
“Mi amor, you’re too funny. Yes, I would.”
He’d keep you in his pocket, regularly feeding and petting you. He’d also talk to you constantly, knowing you can’t do anything about it - the thought of it makes him giggle.
“You’re not planning on turning into one, right?” 
x phillip graves
“...What?”
He’s so confused. Why are you asking him this? 
He rolls his eyes at your expression. Your deviance drives him insane, but it also makes his heart flutter. 
He tries avoiding the question, but you keep poking and prodding - it’s safe to say he’s not getting away without an answer. 
“You’re driving me crazy, sweetie.” He sighs, shaking his head in exhaustion. You can see the corners of his lips curl up when you cackle at his response. 
“It would be difficult, but I’d try. Only because it’s you.” 
He would have a hard time originally, but he’d grow to love your worm self. It’s still you, after all. 
x könig
“Hm… I suppose I would.” 
His eyes narrow when he thinks of you as a worm. He’d fancy it if you don’t turn into a worm, but he’d still absolutely adore you.
“You really would?” “Yes. But wouldn’t that be kind of difficult?” His voice is as soft as ever, which tells you he’s genuine. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, and he doesn’t want to lie to you - which is ironic since he’d take the best care of you out of all these men! 
He would always keep you on his shoulder and talk to you constantly. You would always be full and entertained, and he would be inclined to pet you regularly. 
He would be afraid to hurt you on accident. He’s a big guy! So he would be cautious with you. 
You would also be in his hands a lot! He would love holding you. 
“But I’d prefer it if you stay like this, schatz.”
x horangi
His head snaps in your direction instantly. His eyebrows furrow unhesitatingly, but he’s soon giggling like a schoolgirl. 
“Jagiya… you are crazy.”
He, like Kyle, starts thinking about this as if it’s inevitably cropping up.
“I would. Just don’t slither all over my face.” “I said worm, not a snake, Jin.” 
He’d keep you on his helmet/his head most of the time. He would remember to feed you every time he eats, and like Simon, he would try to teach you self-defense. He’s already protective of you, but if you were a worm? He’d be your bodyguard. 
“What do worms even eat?” “I don’t know. You’re gonna have to figure that out.” “Wait- don’t tell me you’re turning into one?”
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mariariley · 7 months
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can i please request a thing where reader is unknowingly getting made fun of for her accent and shyness by people she thought were work friends? like she doesn't know and the guys end up hearing it and how they'd tell and comfort her after it clearly hurt her and she acts kinda off while trying to hide it from them please i am asking for me bc i'm having a bad time rn, thank you so much!!
Even English itself has bunch of accents depending on territory. If English isn't your first language, an accent is nothing to be ashamed of :) As long as people can understand you, it's fine. Fun fact: I sound American but some rough European consonants can escape at times, especially when I get angry lmao. So don't be insecure pookie, it's usual and most people find it cute or attractive :)
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"Are ya kiddin' me, lass?" Soap started with his Scottish accent, "That's why you've been feeling down? Because of those assholes that have nothing better to do than make fun of people?"
"Sweethear', if you ever feel insecure about your accent, just remember Johnny." Simon added.
"Oi! I'm actually trying to help here, LT."
"You are. She hears you speak and realizes hers isn't so bad." Simon continued with his cheeky sarcasm.
"Alright, let's- just- look. Y/N." Gaz jumped in, "Countries such as UK and US are very diverse, including the language. We're used to accents."
"Just take a look at us, luv" Price added, "None of us sound the same and we all come from the same island ey." a raspy chuckle scratched his throat.
"Hermosa, Rudy's and my most noticeable feature is our accent! So is every Mexican's. It's unique, it's feisty and we proudly wear it." Alejandro said enthusiastically.
"And you should too." Rudy encouraged you.
"Accents have their own charm." Simon decided to knock it off with the sarcasm, pinching your cheek. He loves accents, he finds them adorable and even sexy sometimes, starting with his own.
"Now let's find those bastards and teach 'em a lesson ey?" Soap said as he stood up.
"Easy, sergeant." Price interrupted him. "You'll get your chance."
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jenspicyslasher · 8 months
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Real.
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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 month
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I think Alejandro is the kind of boyfriend who immediately goes teddy bear mode as soon as his partner starts crying. Even if he was furious and telling them off for some fuckshit they pulled. They start crying? He melts. Does whatever he can to comfort them. Passionate man secret teddy bear for his lover
You're so right for this, honestly. The second he sees he's gone too far, he's on his hands and knees begging for your forgiveness. Anything you want, you've got a generous window within which you can syphon it from Alejandro. Food, money, clothes - whatever your heart desires, Alejandro will attain it through any mean necessary. After all, no task is too tall for his one true love ^^ !
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unis-trash-stash · 1 year
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I know this meme is dead but
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sillystargirll · 8 months
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What a Glow
cw: Pregnancy kink & sex, tit kink, slight use of Spanish words, slight use of Y/N
characters: Fem reader, Alejandro Vargas
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"Oh mija your glowing, I can't wait for my grandbaby to just be here." you hear Alejandro's mother cried in happiness. which makes Alejandro smiles, he wraps a hand around you, pulling you closer to him while his other hand reaches to soothe your big belly.
"Gracias, suegra" you responded with a smiled, Alejandro looked at you admiring your face. Over the months your face is somehow so much more beautiful. You’re always beautiful– But in the past six months Alejandro has found a different beauty in you.
“Let’s not waste too much time. I made your favorite, mija” Alejandro's mother stands up, and you both rise as well. You go to the table and take a seat, your mouth watering at the food that’s ready to be served.
You and Alejandro had decided to stay over at his parents' house for the weekend. Alejandro and you lived on the outskirts of las alamas which was a couple of hours from the city.  so it’s not ideal to visit them and go back home the same day because in the end you’re both exhausted. His parents have bugged you and him to spend more time with them before you have your son, and here you are.
While you eat, there’s some light conversation that fills up the space. And although Alejandro is usually talkative, tonight he’s quiet. He keeps looking at you, his eyes glued to your belly. His hand goes to your thigh and he leaves it there for the rest of the dinner. you raised an eyebrow but didn't question it.
After dinner, you helped clean up the table and wash dishes with your mother-in-law. you head upstairs to the shared room you and Alejandro share. Upon opening the door Alejandro is sitting on the edge of the bed .looking around his old room and then looking at him. You walk over to your bag to grab a nightgown you brought.
You take off your shirt, and his eyes nearly go wide. He’s salivating at the sight. He shifts uncomfortably with the erection that’s in his pants. He can control himself with the sight in front of him, right? He can’t just fuck you at his parents' house. That wouldn’t be decent.
"are you okay babe?'You ask. He slightly nods, but you’re not convinced. You walk over to him and take a seat next to him. You don’t know what you’re doing to him by just sitting down next to him. You put your hand on his back, and he’s doing his best to look at your face, and not at anything else. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”
"I do, mi amor.." He tells you, his eyes staring at your cleavage. The dirtiest thoughts go through his mind, and he hopes that with a simple peck, it’ll go away. So he kisses your cheek, hoping that all obscene thoughts will go away. He pulls away, and the thoughts have somehow become even more intense… Or perhaps he has lost all sense because how is a simple kiss going to erase the dirty thoughts that consume his mind?
You put your free hand over his, looking at his eyes. You notice how he’s looking at your breasts, a reminder that you’re sitting down with no shirt, just your bra. He’s so focused… You watch him lick his lips, and you sincerely don’t know how to help the man out. He finally meets your gaze, “What would you do if I told you the problem?”
“That we’re at my parents’ house and we can’t do that here.” You lower your voice, getting up from the bed to take off your pants. Now you stand in front of him, just in your underwear which doesn’t help his case. He stands up, taking a few steps towards you before hugging you from behind, his hands resting on your belly.
“I can be quiet… I promise I will be. It’ll be quick and rewarding for both of us.” He begins and doesn’t wait for an answer as one hand goes to your back to unhook your bra, while the other goes down to your panties. He kisses your neck. “It’ll be so quick, mi amor…”
"A-Alejandro." You say, feeling as if his fingertips burn your skin not realizing that it’s your own body temperature rising at the thought of fucking your husband. You’ve been so undeniably horny which is a side effect of your pregnancy, one that Alejandro loves. He pushes your panties down, and they easily fall to the floor. Next thing you know, your bra is on the floor as well. He kisses your neck again before his lips go up to your ear.
“Verte embarazada de mi hijo realmente me tiene alterado... ¿Puedes culparme?” He whispers. And the next thing you know, you’re on top of him on the bed, his upper body lifting a bit so his mouth latches on one of your nipples while his hand plays with the other.
You know why Alejandro chose this position, and it isn’t because he wants to have your engorged tits on his face… Although it doesn’t hurt. He just wants to feel your sweet cunt for longer because sex is so much slower when you’re riding him. Sure he wants quick sex but he wants to enjoy it as long as possible.
Maybe you would have protested because you know why he wants this, but horniness has taken over your mind. You’re thinking of the pants that are on the floor of the bedroom. Your hand is aligning his erect cock with your entrance. 
You slowly push yourself down on his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you take every inch. You’re trying to keep quiet, reminding yourself that your in-laws are two doors down in the same house. The door is locked but you don’t want them to know what you’re doing with your husband. It’s hard to keep quiet though with his cock inside of you and him sucking on your tits. Maybe if it was one or the other, not both at the same time.
You feel the vibrations of his moans as he feels how good your pussy feels around him, how you’re slowly moving on his dick. Kento loves fucking you, but now that you’re pregnant, your cunt just feels so much different. It’s great. While he’s at work all he can think about is burying his cock deep inside you and fucking you into oblivion. And he’s always had occasional lewd thoughts about you while at work, but not intense as this.
You feel the vibrations of his moans as he feels how good your pussy feels around him, how you’re slowly moving on his dick. Alejandro loves fucking you, but now that you’re pregnant, your cunt just feels so much different. It’s great. While he’s at work all he can think about is burying his cock deep inside you and fucking you into oblivion. And he’s always had occasional lewd thoughts about you while at work, but not intense as this.
“Fuck-” You moan, your voice very low. You remember His parents are in the house so you can’t be as loud as you want, but that awareness is slowly fading as you move. Your mind begins to get foggy, just thinking of one thing and one thing only.
Alejandro detaches himself from your nipple, finally laying back down on the bed, just watching as you struggle with your pregnant belly to move on him. You’re so slow, but he doesn’t mind. The longer he’s inside of you, the happier he is. 
He barely can see what’s happening, but he knows his cock is coated with your juices. He doesn’t know why, but since the beginning of your pregnancy it’s happened. In the end, after orgasming, it would’ve happened but now you’re not even halfway done and his cock is already like this.
“Eres tan Linda,bebe” Alejandro coos, watching as you struggle to move. Your hands go to his chest to hold on for support. He’s enjoying himself watching you. But he’s such a sweet caring husband, that he has to help you.
He begins to thrust his hips, biting his bottom lip to not make any noises while he clearly picks up speed. One hand is on your belly while the other is over your mouth. Now, he wouldn’t be such a bad husband that he’d let his parents hear as you get fucked, would he?
“Ah, eso , cariño.” He groans, feeling as you tighten around him. He hears muffled moans as your orgasm approaches. It’s just too much for you to take… It’s so good but it’s so much.
Your eyes shut. Your body shakes as your orgasm takes over, a really loud moan leaving your lips which is thankfully muffled by your husband.
You feel even more amazing now, that he’s thinking of slowing himself down to not come yet. He wants to make this last longer, and he knows the moment he comes he won’t feel your cunt again until you leave.
So he doesn’t take his opportunity to come and he slows his thrusts. He just wants to watch as his pregnant wife, with his hand over her mouth, takes his cock.
"QUE PASO?!" There’s a knock on the door, making Alejandro come to a complete stop. You both stare at each other wide-eyed. "We heard something slamming into the wall."
“Uh… Yeah!” You yell back. “It must be the neighbors! Damn, they’re loud!”
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mockerycrow · 9 months
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3 & 8 with Alejandro (he’s the one crying)
SMUT PROMPTS: Alejandro Drabble; “Overstimulating Them Until They’re Begging” + “Crying Because Of How Good It Feels” (Male!Reader) - NSFW UNDER THE CUT
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Alejandro jolts and babbles in Spanish, his shaking hands grabbing at your wrists. Alejandro sits on your cock, pressed deep against his prostate— in your lap—his back to your chest, with one hand on his hip, forcing him to rock back and forth, the other hand wrapped around his spent length. You give him no mercy as your fingers squeeze around him, steadily pumping Alejandro’s cock while rocking him, forcing your tip to rub against his prostate over and over.
“Mierda—“ Alejandro says, his tone shaky and uneven. You can tell, without looking at his face, that he’s begun to cry. “Por favor, fuck, I’m—I’m begging you, cariño, pleAse!—“ Alejandro sobs, his body begins to tremble. He tries so hard to sit still for you, let you do what you want with him, but he’s already cum three times and yet, you want more, you’re acting like you need it. “Please? Hm, what are you begging for exactly?” You murmur into his ear, a grunt leaving you as you feel your balls tighten, nearing your own orgasm.
Alejandro grunts as your cock presses directly against his prostate, his head falling back against your shoulder as you suddenly rut up into him, and fuck, that does it. Alejandro’s cumming for the fourth time in a row, his body seizing up, and you whisper praises and sweet nothings in his ear as his brain goes fuzzy, vision going white.
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ok, well, take your time! I don’t mind the wait!
141+ Alejandro with a reader who shows their love through aggressiveness? Like, their way of saying “i love you” is “sleep with one eye open tonight, bitch”
or “shut up or I’ll punch you” but in reality, they would die for said person, and would also kill for said person.
probably HAS killed for said person.
this is totally not a self indulgent ask, what would lead you to that conclusion?!?!?
it might be a bit self indulgent
So like, I’m kind of this way I’m very much a person who finds being vulnerable difficult so this shouldn’t be too hard lol
Aggressively Affectionate Reader with 141 + Alejandro
Price
Firstly, never think that you could ever scare this man off with how aggressive you can be. He's a military captain, aggressiveness doesn't bother the man at all
Has gotten used to your "threats" as you call them, he knows you would never hurt him
"If you don't go bed, I'm beating your ass." You threatened from the door way of his office.
"Give me ten more minutes, love." He said without looking up at his reports.
He appreciates every little thing you do for him and finds it somehow sweet that you do it with aggressiveness
If you slam a coffee down in front of him, grumbling that you won't do it again when you do it everyday, he'll give you a kiss on the cheek or a quick squeeze on your hand
Knows when you're actually angry or when you're just your usual grumpy self
He let's you know that you don't always have to be guarded around him and makes sure you feel safe enough to vulnerable when you want to be
Likes your soft moments just as much as he likes your normal moments
Ghost
Being military, your aggressiveness doesn't make him nervous but it does put him off at first
Coming from a not so great background, he doesn't appreciate being talked down to or threatened so if you want to be with him, you need to make it clear that you're not actually threatening him
When he figures it out, he's a lot less on edge especially since you have toned it down for his sake
You're still aggressive towards him but in very different way.
“Shut up and let me help you.” You demanded as you grabbed the med kit.
“Did you just tell me to shut up, sergeant?” He narrowed his eyes at you but let you patch him up.
Has had to tell you multiple times not to pick fights with people who get on his nerves though he likes to know that you have a his back
Will definitely call you out if you’re being too mean and won’t stand for any mistreatment if you start to get mad
In his mind, he associates you with a cat and has called you one multiple times just to watch you send him glares
Soap
He's friends with Ghost, so he's used to cold or aggressive people and of course being in the military he's not phased at all buy it
You don't intimidate him, in fact any time you threat him he makes a similar threat back just to one up you and to see what your reaction will be
"I'm going to shave that stupid mohawk off your head." You groaned when you saw him back on base since leave.
"Do that and I’ll lock ya out of your room." He kissed your forehead with a smile.
He knows you always have his back when you're both out on the field and he always has your back.
Had watched you kill people who have hurt him or tried to in some pretty violent ways but it makes him feel safe
Sometimes you do hurt his feelings but he’s not afraid to tell you that you did and when he does you usually apologize, making sure to try not to let it happen again
"I hate you."
"I love you too."
Gaz
Again military, so he’s used to it and honestly he doesn’t even really notice it anymore
You could say the most outlandishly rude thing to him without actually meaning it and he wouldn’t bat an eye
He just shows you affection by hugging or kissing you on the cheek when you do it and likes that it makes you get more mad at him
“Stop or I’ll punch you.” You threaten as he placed another kiss on your neck.
“Go ahead and try.” He just buries his face into your neck more.
If anyone dares to say that you don’t care about anyone but especially him then he will be your number one defender.
He hates that people don’t understand that this is just how you express yourself and they you’re not actually trying to be hurtful
Worries a lot about how you have tendency to get yourself into trouble when you’re both of missions together and makes sure you understand that he would never forgive you if you died saving him
(he would forgive you eventually)
Alejandro
Nothing you could ever say will take away the heart eyes he has when he looks at you
Like Gaz, he’s so used to it that when you aren’t being aggressively affectionate with him he’s incredibly worried that something horrible happened to you
“Do not make me come over there.” You threatened as you pointed the knife you were sharping at him.
“What if I want you over here, mi vida?” He smirked as he looked you up at down.
When you do something for him, such as cook for him or get him coffee, he returns the gestures twice as much and it makes you even more aggressively affectionate
You two sound like you’re always arguing but you’re really just having a normal conversation, that’s just how it is
He is always alert when you’re on missions with him because he knows that you lay your life down for him and he’s not about to let you die on his watch
Sorry this took so long! Hope you like <3
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Pairing : Monster Task Force 141 x reader
Cw : canon-typical violence, bodies, death, blood, cannibalism?, wounds, trauma.
Wc : 3.2k
Note: the designs for the Monster 141 came from @bluegiragi
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When Laswell, a known figure in the Intel gathering ranks of the CIA and military, had called you for your new transfer, you were ecstatic about it. You showed up casually, still in your vest and whole attire from your deployment, you were told that Laswell was waiting for you in her office once you took your first step. You only had time to drop off your weapons in the armory before going straight to her office.
You were personally asked to join a Task Force, not another squad or team under a Captain, which you hadn't expected; an international Task Force to boot, it shocked you, even more, to have been asked to have you on a Task Force that spanned nations wide. The radar must've been wide for it to be an international one, important and specialized soldiers were probably the ones who were invited - green berets, if you guessed.
You were excited, though, to have the honour of joining specialized soldiers with only being a corporal.
"Which Task Force, ma'am?" you asked, back straight with your hands crossed behind your back.
"The 141, Hunter."
Your composure almost slipped, your mind buzzed with excitement and confusion at the notice. The 141 was a reputed group, having members from the United Kingdom to the Americas and allies in the south, around Urzikstan, and perhaps farther. They took down Major Hassan, killing the heart of Al-Qatala and weeding out traitors like General Sheperd and Graves' PMC, the Shadows. A closed group with secrets only they knew and would take to the grave, a tight-knit Task Force.
You've heard of some members, none being human. The Ghost - or Ghost - a wraith hybrid of some sort, as dangerous as he was respectable. He was the better known one, a popular topic from one's lips to the other, gossip and rumors about him being more monster than human. While some were harmless, others were made to be racists - or xenophobic in some rarer cases - most were gossip, exaggerated depictions of the man people feared and admired.
You were jumping under your skin for the day to pass faster, for your transfer to happen more quickly. You couldn't wait to meet your new teammates, you've heard good and bad things about them. Some were sociable, others shy or downright menacing to look and interact with (perhaps they specifically meant Ghost).
You've always wanted to work with monsters, the majority of the military was made up of human men and women with a low, low (around 5%) being monsters, creatures of the night that made them stronger, faster, and better than humans, but they were often hunted until the last decades.
You, however, expected that half of the Task Force was made up of humans, and the rest monsters. You were wrong, really wrong. The moment you stepped out, you realized how unfortunate - maybe fortunate to be stuck with broad, strong, and handsome men - you were to be the sole human. Perhaps it was the shock or the honour that made you freeze and shy away, but neither of them could make you feel as prepared as you should be for officially joining them.
"Welcome to the Task Force, Hunter!" Price yelled over the beating blades of the helicopter, blue eyes staring at you with a - sinful, you found it sinfully handsome - smile hidden under his beard. He also had a green tail that followed behind him, a long, strong tail, you mustn't forget that.
The first ones you talked to were Soap and Rudolfo, two jokesters within the group. Soap was cute, having almost a puppy-like excitement at meeting you with the way he greeted you, smiling and laughing boisterously. He was loud and warm when you first talked to him.
Rodolfo, or Rudy as he told you to call him (you stuck with Rodolfo, feeling too intrusive to call him by his lovely nickname), was Mexican, a special forces, just like everyone else in the TF. He was as warm as the Mexican sun, funny, and soft-spoken.
They had an accent, one a light Mexican and the other a deep Scottish slur in his words. Rudolfo incorporated Spanish words in his sentences, easily understood but adorable nonetheless. Soap's Scottish accent was thicker, deep with his jargon that you sometimes questioned if he was even speaking English.
You only found out that they were monsters when they were training outside. You watched Soap turn from under the shades, eyes keen on his rippling muscles and cracking bones. His jaw shifted, it grew longer and his ears pointed up, light brown fur sprouted from his skin and his mohawk traveled farther, turning into a mane. You could hear the whines and grunts from his transformation.
A werewolf, you learned. He had enhanced strength. He became more durable and agile. He had accelerated healing, almost ten times the speed of regular men, and his senses seemed to have heightened significantly. It looked painful, you concluded so from the bodily sounds and his moans. The heat he exhumed was searing hot, it turned the air around him into mist, burning the water in the air and turning it into gas.
Soap had heard you gasp and awe at his form, broader and taller, he towered over you when he stood on his hind legs. His eyes glowed a vibrant blue when they met yours, waiting and gauging your reaction, but he could only see awe and admiration, perhaps a dash of excitement beneath your gaping expression.
He padded towards you, lurching forward and sending you tumbling on your back as his tongue lolled to the side and hung from his panting maw. His shoulders shook, abdomen flexing rapidly, it looked like he was laughing. At your reaction, or you, you didn't know, all you had in kind wa the urge to touch him. He looked so soft.
It was ironic in some sense, for the man - now creature - who feared dogs to be a werewolf, a larger, more dangerous, and fantastical counterpart to the domesticated dog.
"Can I pet you?" the words fell from your lips before you knew it, your face flushed and your body seized in embarrassment.
Soap huffed and pushed his snout to your shoulder, lowering his head in approval. He would let you pet him, and you took it without complaint. His fur and mane were soft, maybe the softest you've ever touched (you grew up hunting with your father, you knew for as well as any other hunter). It was soft and silky, he had taken great care in his grooming.
He let out a satisfied rumble when he saw you smile, a childish wonder in your eyes. You were so captivated by Soap's looming form over you that you almost forgot about Rudolfo - keyword: almost. Something wet had nudged your elbow, you turned and saw a smaller dog, ghostly pale with glimmering, blue gems for eyes. It looked like a mix of a lab and a shepherd, the combination making this white dog adorable.
Your eyes observed the whole length of it, from its head to its tail, a long whisp-like swirl that turns blur at the end. It connected the dog to Rodolfo. You didn't know what the dog was. Was it a spirit? Or was it a familiar?
"Cadejos, Hunter," Rudolfo answered your silent question, smirking at your petting the spirit with one hand while the other scratched behind Soap's twitching ear. "Dog spirits. I'm their vessel."
That meant he was more human than Soap was, perhaps almost as you. You still gave him an awed look, amazed by the possibility of becoming a vessel for mythological beings and spirits.
You only truly found out whether or not Ghost was human or a monster on a mission. You were sent along with a team led by your Lieutenant to capture a standing AQ cell, one of the few that still stood without their leader.
You were, along with other sergeants, corporals, and privates, separated into two teams, Alpha and Bravo, one led by a sergeant and the other by Ghost. He had you follow him close, a way to watch how you did on the field. You made quick work of them, they were weak, disorganized, and fought with each other when they had no one to lead them. A pity for what used to be a big problem.
You were left on your own, Ghost having gone north to search for something. You had taken down the surviving men, pouncing on them in the dark. When you were done, you wiped your blade on your forearm, cleaning it from the iron stench of blood.
"Could've left one alive, Hunter," Ghost's deep growl made you jump, twisting to meet his dark eyes. They seemed endlessly black, like a void of darkness. "I'm bloody hungry..."
He crept closer, steps slow and purposeful, as if trying to spook you. He stopped before a fresh body, one you muffled and stabbed. The body was still warm, blood pooling from the wound and eyes glossed over with death.
"Hungry, sir?" you asked, unsure of what he meant or if he had muttered it to himself.
He hadn't replied, head turning to examine the rest of the corpses, strewn around you like a gift. A growl rumbled in his chest, mist rolling off his body like a crashing wave. It filled the area around you and tickled your feet in its cold, dark embrace. You watched the fog cover the laying corpses, dissolving and swallowing them into its murkiness.
When he meant by hungry, he actually meant eating humans, you shouldn't have been surprised, a was a wraith hybrid. Spirits of the dead that hate and haunted the living. It made more sense when he told you to let one alive, wraiths preferred living souls, dead ones were still filling but tasted lesser.
"Clean kills, " he finally spoke, his voice a timber lower than it was before his dinner. "Good job, corporal."
You nodded at him, stomach fluttering with his compliment, a praise from such a man - monster - was a prize, something he rarely gave to other soldiers. You smiled under your gaiter, you wore it for better protection in the sandy deserts of Al Mazrah.
"I'll remember leaving some alive next time, L.T."
He craned his head to look at you before he left, eyes squinted in what seemed like a smirk - devilish, you hoped - and gave you a firm nod. You scrambled to follow him, watching his broad, dark back as you walked a few steps behind him. He hadn't spoken a word to you since you got to exfil, but once you landed at the base, he motioned for you to follow him with the jerk of his wrist.
Ghost wasn't so bad if you got past the glaring image of danger he portrayed and the growls he gave. You couldn't wait to work with him again or with the others.
Gaz was a harpy, a very interesting and useful monster to have on your team. He was nice, not as chatty as Soap was, but he talked to you and smiled your way. His caramel-dipped smiles were to die for. He was easy to talk to, by far easier than your lieutenant had been at the start.
You saw him a lot in the rec room, sipping on tea or scrolling through pages on his phone. He was comfortable with you as you were with him, he let his talons out, lounging with his wings across the couch or over your lap as you cleaned them for him. The ever-so-teasing gentleman had a way with his words and his wits, often leaving you flustered or annoyed at his jabs.
Being a harpy meant he was light, bones hollow yet sturdy enough for a human body fitting his strong and slimmer frame. He could fly, and he became much more agile, more so than Soap's werewolf form (birds were naturally more graceful than canines) and he had a telescopic vision, razor-sharp and precise, more than any humans or monsters could have, it rivaled the falcon's keen sight.
If he was so light, agile, and all-seeing, without forgetting he could fly, how did he manage to fall from a helicopter not once, but twice? That question bothered you often, lingering at the back of your mind like a ghost (more so than the wraith himself that kept appearing at random and old moments behind you).
"You can fly, right?" you stared at his face, blank of any expression after finally mustering the courage to ask him.
"These wings aren't just for show, " Gaz hummed, leaning back into the chair that he brought out to watch Soap and Ghost spar. You would have your turn with the wraith after their matches.
"Then how do you manage to fall from a heli twice?" you shot, brows scrunched in a frown, confused.
His wings jerked, black feathers twitching at the reminder - an embarrassing one - of falling out, smiling sheepishly. He simply shrugged, every limb stretching, his wings lengthening to his whole span and toed talons stretching and curling. You were struck by its sharpness, his long nails and claws could cut a man in half, or completely sever a limb off.
You guess you'll never have an answer to your question, he could keep his pride and you could keep your question to yourselves. You wouldn't mind doing so, he let you preen his wings, you could touch those soft feathers and pluck dead or broken ones from his perfect plumage.
Alejandro Vargas, an unmarried and very eligible bachelor with a smooth tongue and a growl of a Mexican accent. He seemed almost too real to be true when he smiled charmingly your way, his perfect, white teeth glimmering under the yellow bulbs and his shiny, sweat-coated skin glowing golden after a mission.
Alejandro's a chivalrous person - and they said chivalry was dead - he's caring and protective. The Los Vaqueros, cowboys, were his team in Las Almas, a family that grew with every new batch of recruits and men and women devoted to the small village they grew up in. Mexicans were a tight-knit community from what you've seen in Alejandro's and Rudolfo's stories.
He was good, handsome, and strong, maybe too perfect to be human, and human, he wasn't. He's a shifter, like Soap, a full-bodied shifter from human to monster. Not unlike his human side, his Nagual side was mighty and honorable, a greater man and an even greater Nagual.
Although solitary by nature, Alejandro was a sociable character, the life of the party if he could, but he was also a responsible man. He was tall, but taller when shifted, claws sharp and a tail helped him balanced.
Once, you'd seen him shift, yellow and brown-dotted fur sprouting from his skin. His lower jaw had protruding canines, standing proudly over the ridge of his nose. He looked like a jaguar hybrid, wearing his golden fur like a crown
His other one, a panther, a jaguar born with more melanin than the usual one, was just as majestic. His fur was a darkened grey with black spots dotting his back and tail. He tended to use this form in darker places, or at night, hitting for efficiency and silence.
Captain Price, you knew he was a monster since your arrival, his long, green tail dragging behind him. You never bothered asking whether he was a lizard or a dragon, you only knew that his scaly tail was reptile-like in origin.
His smoking habit, girthy cigars burning and smoking at the edge, his chapped lips wrapped around the base of it as dark smoke leaked from the sides of his lips, curling in the air and around his beard.
Sometimes, there would be smoke without his cigar being lighted, a dry and unlit stick that still smoked. Charred gas, too dark to simply be cigar smoke. It came from him, inside, you concluded. Dragons could breathe fire and smoke, create it from within and push it out. Stirring around the mass of heat could feel overwhelming, warm, and uncomfortable without a release.
"Why cigars?" Price coccked his head, bro lifted at your question. "Helps me curb the need to burn." He breathed out another cloud, watching it swirl around his golden eyes. He explained it well and simply. Though he also liked the taste of it, an authentic, earthy texture.
Other than the occasional scales here and there that popped out, you've never seen his shift. Did he turn and grow like Soap and Alejandro? Did he change like Ghost and Gaz? Or did he have a dragon spirit? You were, albeit worried about prying, curious about your Captain's change.
Your chance appeared when he called you to his office, wanting your help with something related to his wing- wings? You weren't expecting much, maybe seeing a glimpse of the tip of his wings or the sharp edge of his horns.
He was leaning against his desk when you knocked on his door, letting you in with a sharp grunt. He was hunched over his desk, his wing, green and wide, stretched out. His bucket hat laying on his table, letting his horns grow out and curve upwards, both green and shiny. His tail was violently and anxiously swishing back and forth, hands and arms overturned with scales. His fingers turned green and callused, his nails became sharp claws and tinted green.
"You've got softer hands than any of those blokes, Hunter," Price said, his reason for calling you was for your talented hands, skilled at massages and with the knife. "Lost it in a crash, 's fine."
Although for a reason, you still got to see every part of him, hear the story behind his missing wing, and share a few pleasantries. He groans and grunts during your sessions, but the muscles on his back were less tense and strained.
Price wasn't one to brag about himself, tell his exploits to others, but yours, he did, how skilled your hands were at loosening the knots on his back and shoulders, turning them putty under your palms. Soap had come rushing, following your scent until he found you, for a massage like the one Price got.
You sighed, this wasn't what you signed up for, the sudden rush of adrenaline or scares they would cause, popping or jumping out of nowhere when you had your back turned. Some - Soap, Rudy, and Gaz - were mischievously childish, loving pranks as much as they did them. You'd get white hair before you hit your late 20s.
Fortunately, the three others were far more mature, one charming, one broody, and one proud. You don't regret joining, even with being the weakest and only human in the Task Force, the 141 was your family, a dysfunctional one with an occupational hazard, but still a little family.
After all, big, broad men working by your side on a daily had its perks, and brought a big, horny problem.
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Listen I was bored and made these masterpieces. I also know they can apply to multiple characters but enjoy it anyway
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lunarw0rks · 5 months
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Rachel!!
the way you wrote "Interruptions" 🤟🏼😪-
I've seen what you've done for other people and I want that too.
Please sir can I have more Alejandro x f!reader thots and feelings.
Make it nasty only the way you do.
a/n: sorry, this has been sitting in my inbox for weeks. hope you enjoy what i decided to write! I had a plus-sized reader in mind for this, but it's not a major part of it. the language is still inclusive!
PACIFY | ALEJANDRO VARGAS
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⊹。°˖➴ Synopsis: Hooking up with your ex means you're still separated, doesn't it?
⊹。°˖➴ Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Fem!reader
⊹。°˖➴ Warning(s): nsfw (18+), exes to lovers, ex!husband!Alejandro, mild angst, smut, oral sex (r.), p/v (unsafe) sex, slight dom/sub dynamics, breeding, kinda??/talk of pregnancy, tension w/ happy ending | W.C: 2.6k
꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ ALEJANDRO MASTERLIST ──── ☆ read "Interruptions" here!
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You tried your best not to think about him.
Not because of ill-treatment or the bickering. Your wounds were still too fresh. His schedule was too unpredictable, more than the gamble he took every time he left home. At first, you were convinced you could handle that life — wondering if your husband would come home in a body bag every time he ships off.
It was easier this way. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, the breakup was mutual. The phone call he got in the middle of the goodbye was ironic enough; yet another relationship milestone interrupted by his tireless career.
The low heels you wore clicked against the pavement; your brows furrowed as you reviewed an important email. The expression of disdain had become a permanent picture on your face ever since you two split.
You'd never admit it out loud, but you missed being taken care of.
Being alone wasn't all it was cracked up to be. And, because of your own stubbornness, you were reluctant to accept any more of his financial help. That meant rent and a search for better employment, which was no easy task.
But you got lucky today. An offer for a decent job; one you could budget properly with. With a chew of your lip, you pressed send and opened your car door, awaiting his reply.
You: Need to pick up my laptop.
The text was simple enough, but nothing ever was, was it? Instead of a message chime, your phone vibrated. His name flashed on the screen underneath 'incoming' and you could feel your eyes roll before you told them to.
Raising it to your ear, you huffed. Before you could get a word in, he spoke first. "It's nice to hear you breathe." Alejandro's voice comes through the static, reminding you of how audible your attitude had been. You didn't mean to be, but a text reply would have done the trick.
"Did you see my text?" You ignore his snide humor, tapping your fingers along your car window.
"Of course, I did. It's against the law to call my wife?" He chuckles and you feel as though he's with you; the mornings lying beside one another, his worlds tickling your eardrum.
Ex-wife, not wife. It wasn't official yet, but that was a habit you were still determined he break. "Do you know where my laptop is, or am I wasting my time, Alejandro?" You ask, shifting with impatience.
"Always so eager," he clicked his tongue, "it's in your old office. See? No need for dramatics." You rolled your eyes again, this time voluntarily.
As if he wasn't the mascot for melodrama.
You were completely dreading this short trip. For now, all you could rely on was the little voice assuring you you'd be 'in and out' of there within minutes.
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It was only when you stood on the porch, that you realized you forgot to take the doormat as well. You urged yourself to remember that when you were out of here in five minutes. A petty realization, but a realization, nonetheless.
The oversized front door swings open, and there he is. "You don't need to dress up for me, amor. You hate me, remember?" He let out a tsk, shamelessly looking you up and down.
With a wave of your hand, you stepped inside without waiting for him to move. "I don't hate you, and you shouldn't joke about that, Ale." It was true; you didn't hate him, not even a little bit. His facetious humor was only amusing when it didn't inspire guilt.
Ignoring the pang in your chest, you said, "I had a job interview, hence the outfit." You glance at the living space, still familiar despite its void of all your belongings. "That's why I need my computer; then I'll be out of your hair."
His hair did look nice. Still silky and trimmed from a recent barber visit, you'd assume. His essence smacked you in the face, the suave cologne and aftershave — as if he'd cleaned up purely to tempt you.
Never would you give him the courtesy of admitting his success. Not verbally.
You walk toward the hall in the way of the office, but his arm stops you. Hovering over your abdomen, it's then you realize how close he'd gotten. "I put it on the table. Saves you the trip, no?" Another sarcastic comment. Big surprise.
"Ah, my savior, saving me the fifteen steps into the office," you match his tone, indeed spotting the laptop and charger left on the breakfast table.
It's not a bad favor, these heels couldn't have been less comfortable. He chuckles a bit, as if dismissing you, but never removes his arm. It lingers there, eventually giving your hip a squeeze. Not possessively, not carnally — it's an attention-grab.
"Forgive me, cariño, I know I've been..." He cuts himself off early, regathering his scrambled thoughts. "You look good. Today and— and always. I'm happy for you."
You raise a brow subtly, instinctively mellowing your voice. "For what? The job?"
"Something like that," Alejandro replies with a shield of vagueness, rubbing the flesh he'd squeezed. You hadn't moved despite how close he was. And it was more than the position you'd taken; so much more.
You open your mouth to retort again but fall short. "Listen, Alejandro..." He continued fondling your hip, slowing to a stop when you began speaking, tilting his head.
The rest of your words refuse to come out under the scrutiny of his warmth, and he knows it. You shift around a bit, feeling vulnerable the longer you stare at one another — how many words are being said with one abiding look.
His lips ghosted over your temple, the tip of his nose against your hair. Alejandro breathed in the scent of your shampoo, getting remnants of your perfume. Two smells he missed, more than he'd care to admit out loud.
By night two of you were gone your pillow was void of it. Right now, it was like savoring your scent all over again — while you were looking your best.
Your tense shoulders relaxed, falling into old habits when your head leaned against him. "I should be going," you breathed your words, a slight hitch in your breathing from the contact. It wasn't like the feelings and desires faded the moment you split; they were as fresh as the wounds.
A hushed dismissal enters your ear in a purr, sending chills across your body. His breath roams down the side of your face, wrapping around until it reaches your lips. “Do it for me.”
It’s akin to the first time you hooked up. His lips swallow yours, a moan escaping you when his tongue swirls around. You turn to face him fully and cup his cheeks, “we shouldn’t be doing this.” Despite your protests, you don’t fight another kiss.
“It’s our house, isn’t it?” You only nod into his shoulder, rocking your hips under his touch. Alejandro’s palms run down your shoulder blades to your tailbone, giving your rear a squeeze. “Answer me, cariño.”
"Yes." You whisper, pressing your lips against his jaw, urging his roaming hands to end their pause.
Caring about right and wrong fleeted to the back of your mind, while he moved to the front of it — consuming every passing thought you'd had of him for months.
His hands resumed after a hum of approval, while yours worked at unbuttoning the stuffy shirt you were wearing. Eventually, you gave them a yank, not paying any mind to the fabric fraying. The warmth from your skin could practically be felt, feeling free once you were left in a bra.
Through the kiss, he took steps backward while you followed at his mercy. He backed through the doorway of the master bedroom, keeping you connected by the lips.
The bedroom welcomed you, as did the bed you were being pushed into. Once sleek and cornered, now wrinkled sheets beneath you as you squirmed. “Missed seeing you like this,” his lips caressed your navel, traveling south as he pulled off your bottoms, rolling them down your legs.
He lay between them, giving glances through his lashes. His arms hooked around your thighs, keeping the squirms to a minimum. You reached down and ran your fingers over his hand, “Alejandro.” You weren’t sure why you said it either; he hadn’t even gotten started. It was more of a declaration than a gripe.
His stubble tickled along your inner thighs, hot breath on your core the closer he leaned in. “Do you want me to stop?” He sneered after you’d whined his name again, a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. The answer was no, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that; it was like he had you under his spell all over again.
You despised being so weak for him, but that’s just how you liked it. Your body told the story, quivering and wet from the mere ghost of his breath on your heat.
“No, I don’t want you to stop. But, we—” You declared with the remainder of your willpower, and that was all he needed to hear. With the rustling of some sheets and a dizzying spin, you were on your stomach. Even after all this time, he managed to leave you stunned and needing more than what you were given.
He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties and tugs at them, making you twitch from the intensity. After his direction, you’re on your hands and knees, gazing down at the familiar sheets. The hands redirecting you aren’t rough or mean; they’re salacious.
“The thorn in my side.” His chuckle is a mock, cut off a lick on your core. “If only she could see herself now.” Your reaction, as small as a shudder, did more than enough to prove his point. You squeeze the silky sheets, suddenly feeling the intensity of his mouth on your pussy. He angled himself underneath you, tilting his head to swirl around your sensitive clit.
You jolted forward, instinctively clenching your thighs shut. Alejandro’s buff hands worked quickly, prying them open once more so he could enter you with his tongue.
His head bobbed in a fluid motion, the messy slurps growing louder throughout the room. You couldn’t leave it at this; if you were going to be pathetic, you were dragging him down with you. Your attempt was risible when you said his name again — attempting to sound firm, despite ripping at the seams from only his foreplay.
A pitiful plea is muttered from your lips, halting his feral tongue. “Hm? You’re making demands now?” His tongue clicks and they are obvious jeers, daring you to roll over and slip your pants back on. But, of course, you didn’t. You were no match for his natural charm; the reason you were in this damn situation at all.
The stars must have been aligned that night because his banter didn’t worsen. His ferocious mouth ceased entirely, and several seconds passed with some shuffling around. For a moment, you were expecting to flip around and find him fleeing from his own bedroom.
Until his palm collided with your ass, a ceaseless sting radiating off the pricked flesh. Before you could do so much as a jolt, Alejandro clutched your hip to hold you in place. “You may boss me around out there, cariño—” his other hand gripped the base of his cock, abruptly filling you with every inch, “—but not here.”
If it weren’t for his fingertips digging like daggers, you would’ve fallen face-first into the mattress. His thrusts were sharp and paced, messily lubricated by his saliva that he hadn’t bothered to lap up.
You wanted to scowl at his cockiness. But he was right. If there were a mirror, you’d see how craven he turned you.
His hips clashed with your backside, a constant slap echoing throughout the room — and surely the rest of the abode. You mewled beneath him, figuring it was better to savor the pleasure while you still had it. There were few things that went right in your marriage; intimacy was one of them, no denying it.
Your body knew it, and deep down so did your mind. Though, even when he was deep inside you it was tempting to bicker, you knew you wouldn’t get much of a sentence out. Alejandro knew all of your sweet spots, which ones to caress and which ones to exploit.
When your back tensed into an arch, his length hit even deeper. “Ángel, what’s wrong? Can’t relax when I’m inside you?” He leaned forward, chest against your curved back to ensure his words resonated deep within your ears.
As much as you cursed yourself, you nodded weakly. The warmth of his breath on your ear disappeared. Following, his palm rested between your shoulder blades, nudging you forward until only your hips were raised; a position that left you an undeniably gladded mess.
He quickened his pace but continued to bottom out inside you, slinking an arm around to stimulate your clit. His fingers spread you apart, matching the whirlpool motion to the intensity of his thrusts. “You’re close, nena.” It nearly sounded like a warning; could have been, if you weren’t clenching around him so tight.
Considering he hadn’t hooked up with anyone in months, you were actively draining his restraint. His stamina prevailed — but his willpower? Not so much. Alejandro’s ab muscles constricted tight, burning from the strain of rutting into you. And you, currently enduring the clutter of an approaching climax; that coil tightening, the rough pads of his digits, his deep fill of you.
It all hit you at once, your fists balled into the sheets as you felt the sensations overtake you. Your walls quivered around him, propelling him into his own climax. As your ears buzzed, you faintly heard his raspy ramblings that he pumped through. His thrusts slowed but remained deep as you milked him dry.
Alejandro muttered a curse and pulled out of you, pressing a kiss to your jawline. Some things never change. As the pleasure fizzled, you recognized the tepid sensation of his raw finish. The repercussions of him finishing inside you should’ve been more daunting, but they weren’t.
You attempted to flip over but he’d quickly settled beside you, caging you with his chest against your back. “Was that okay?” He mumbled against your warm skin as wet lips pecked your shoulder a few times.
His voice alone nearly drew a shiver, growing especially hoarse during pillow talk. “Which part?” You breathed, instinctively tracing your fingers along his scarred arms. Your words were half sarcasm, while the other part of you was still catching up.
“Very funny,” you could feel his smile against your flesh, followed by the slight nip of his front teeth. “You know what I mean. This. Wouldn’t be so bad, hm? A family?”
Part of you wished a wave of regret would wash over you, with waves thick enough to thrash some sense into you. They never came. Something felt right about being tangled in bed again; foreign but right.
“No,” you murmured, catching the last of your breath. “It wouldn’t be. But, I thought you hated being bossed around? You think our baby wouldn’t do the same?”
Alejandro snickered and massaged the hip flesh he left slightly bruised, “Only by you.” You gave his bicep a light knock, and he physically saw the spark return to your eyes. The one you had before all the petty resentment and venom.
Whether or not parenthood was a fix meant little; there was no denying your chemistry.
If anything, tonight was a breakthrough — despite its unconventional beginning. Through all the new unknowns, there was one thing you knew for sure. You weren’t going anywhere.
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"for... me?" - modern warfare 2 x reader
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overview: mw2 men reacting to you giving them a friendship bracelet
pairing: mw2 men x gender neutral reader, romantic & platonic
genre: fluff
a/n: my first mw2 headcanons... i'm nervous about this. i will be eternally grateful if you leave your thoughts and criticisms in the comments, reblogs, or in messages. with that being said; enjoy.
x simon "ghost" riley
Simon is a sweet guy deep down. He appreciates you deeply, and he’d never hurt you intentionally, so you don’t know why you’re so nervous as you’re standing outside his door, your hands concealed behind your back as if you’re hiding an illegal drug. 
When you hesitantly open the door to his room, you get greeted by Simon’s cold gaze, which immediately softens when he sees you. 
He quickly sees the worry on your face, making his heart ache against his will. He cares about you so much. His mind always races when he sees you upset, his fight or flight response kicks in when you’re hurt, and his face always heats up when you’re smiling. You know this - yet you’re so nervous. 
He stands up from his bed, reaching you to open the door further as you step back. He grimaces at the sight of you being so distressed - what could you possibly have done to be so concerned? 
“What’s wrong?” He immediately asks, his eyebrows furrowing when he sees the small droplets of sweat on your forehead. 
“Nothing’s wrong, Simon. You always assume the worst of me.” You roll your eyes jokingly, feeling calmer when he pinches his nose bridge in annoyance. It’s such a Simon thing to do, instantly making you giggle. 
“Well, you’re sweating like a fuckin’ madman. What’s wrong?” He repeats his question, waiting for your response to determine his approach. He is so tense, worried that you have gotten yourself into something. (Although he would never admit that.)
“Give me your wrist.” You say after you take a deep breath, making his eyes narrow in confusion. Still, he extends his arm for you, his other hand resting comfortably on his hip as he observes your every move. 
When you reveal your masterpieces, his gaze goes from suspicious to surprised in a heartbeat, his lips slightly parting behind his mask. 
You’re holding a friendship bracelet - a black, gray, and white candy-striped yarn bracelet in your hands. Simon quickly takes notice of the bracelet on your wrist because it is identical to the one on your shaky palms. His brown eyes turn to yours, and you swear you can see a faint smile on his face. 
“I’m assuming that one’s for me, yeah?” He chuckles, taking the bracelet from your hands to look closer at it. It sure is beautiful - it has some imperfections, which only makes it more precious in his eyes. 
He puts it on calmly, twisting his wrist to look at it again when it’s on. His gaze turns to you, one of his eyebrows cocking up at your horrified expression. 
“You are that fucking nervous over a bracelet?” He chuckles, his hand finding your head on instinct, patting you gently. “I like it, so you can stop shitting yourself, love.” 
He secretly loves it. 
When Soap notices that you and Simon are matching, his heart swells up with pride, but he tries to hide the ego boost he got. He feels special, knowing that he is the one matching with you.
He’s experienced so much loss in his life, but he promises himself that he will never lose you nor that bracelet the second you give it to him.
He wouldn’t match bracelets with anybody else.
x john "soap" mactavish
Johnny has suggested getting matching jewelry before! He’s big on showing you how much he cares about you, and he thinks it would be a perfect way to show his appreciation for you. 
So you know that he’s going to be ecstatic when you show him that you’ve not only gotten matching jewelry for the two of you, but you’ve made it yourself! 
You approach him when he’s sparring, his body covered in sweat and red patches from where he got hit, yet he’s still smiling and running towards you the second he sees you. 
The Scotsman instantly notices that you’re hiding your hands behind your back, which sparks his interest enough to try to look at what you’re covering in them. 
“What’re you hiding, bonnie?” He asks with a laddish grin, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. He can’t help but snicker when you smile at his curiosity, a huge weight seemingly lifting off your shoulders. 
“Can I see your wrist?” “My wrist?” He quickly repeats, seeming a bit dumbfounded. Still, he complies, extending his arm for you to grab while his breathing slows down. 
You don’t waste any time, immediately tying his baby blue, royal blue, and navy Chevron bracelet on for him. 
He initially looks baffled until he realizes you’re wearing an identical bracelet on your wrist. 
Johnny’s face lights up, bringing his wrist closer to his face to inspect the carefully made bracelet, the different colors of yarn complimenting each other perfectly. 
“Do you like it?” “I love it!” He quickly exclaims before he picks you up, hugging you close to him as he spins you around, erupting a hearty laugh from you. 
“I’m never taking this off, m’eudail.” 
And he’s telling the truth! 
You will never catch that man without that bracelet on his wrist. 
He shows it off to everybody, forcing you to hold your wrist next to his for proof. 😭
If anybody accidentally tugs at it or touches it without permission, he will yell at them. His go-to phrase is: "Hands off, eejit." He's just so dreamy. 😍😭
x kyle "gaz" garrick
Kyle is a sucker for you. He loves it when you think of him, take the initiative to be with him, and do thoughtful things for him - you’re pretty much his favorite person, so he adores it when you do anything nice for his sake. 
So you know he will never turn down matching friendship bracelets! 
You are playing UNO with Kyle when you finally get the courage to show him the bracelets you’ve made for the two of you. He noticed that your mind was somewhere else the second you two started talking, and his suspicions got confirmed when you eventually put all of your cards down, looking into Kyle’s eyes like you were guilty of a war crime. 
“Can I give you something?” You ask, clearing your throat and smiling nervously at him. “Yeah, why not?” He nods in agreement, putting his cards aside to see what has gotten you so worked up. He hates seeing you so tense, but he can’t deny that it’s sparking his interest. 
“Let me see your wrist.” You extend your hand, signaling him to place his wrist on your palm. 
“Alright.” He utters, placing his wrist on your hand, his eyes alternating between looking at your face and his arm. (I just know his face looks like this 🤨)
His judgemental look soon gets replaced with a look of pure adoration the second he sees the ocean wave bracelet you tied on his wrist, his cheeks feeling like they’re on fire. 
“You made these?” He asks after a comfortable silence, his heart throbbing at the thought of you sitting and weaving that yarn between your fingers for hours to create this for him. “Yeah. Do you like them?” 
“I love them. You might have to teach me how to make these.” 
After that, he quickly grabs his cards again, insisting on finishing the UNO game...
But this time, it’s him whose mind is somewhere else. 
He shows it to Price the second the game is over. 
Every time he sees you, he goes, “Nice bracelet.” as if it’s the funniest thing in the world.
He has picked up the habit of checking his wrist regularly to see if the bracelet is still there.
x john price
John is a strict sweetheart. You know deep down his intentions are pure, but sometimes you think his mouth could use some soap. His words and criticisms are not for the faint-hearted, sometimes hitting you deeper than any bullet ever could, which is why you are terrified to give him the bracelet you’ve made for him. 
You don’t want him to think your gift is superficial since you put a lot of thought and care into making them. You can understand why your tribute may seem cursory, but you hope John won’t think your hard work is shallow. 
Still, you take a deep breath and knock on his office door, squeezing the matching bracelets in your balled-up fist as your anxiety levels catapult. 
“Come in.” John gives you the green light to enter, which you do hesitantly, clearly looking worried. 
John immediately readies himself for the worst when he sees you sit down on the chair in front of his desk, reading your expression like a book. Why do you look so anxious? 
“What’s wrong?” He sighs, contemplating what approach he should take to speak to you. What you say next, however, he does not expect. 
“I have a gift for you.” You give him a nervous smile, only to be met by silence. You’re waiting for him to say something, your heartbeat’s pace increasing. You don’t feel like being a victim of his harsh words today. 
“A gift?” His curious look gives you the courage to place the bracelets on his desk, letting him look at them for as long as he needs. He takes the bigger one, bringing it closer to his face, getting a better look. The bracelet has a zig-zag pattern, the yarn being different shades of purple. It has some design errors here and there, but that only makes it all the more human. 
“Did you make these?” He puts it on, looking at it closely as it perfectly fits his wrist. You grab your bracelet, quickly sliding it on before you nod, your skin glistening in sweat. 
“Very impressive, soldier. I like it.” He smiles, making you exhale in relief. He likes it. Sweet. 
“Why purple, if I may ask?” “Thought I’d bring some color into your boring life.” “...” 
He loves it. He always laughs when he remembers your look of terror when you gave him the bracelet. 
He discreetly shows it off and then acts surprised when somebody points it out. 
He takes it off when he has missions. He doesn’t want it to wear out too quickly and encourages you to do the same.
And no, he doesn’t find it superficial at all. <3
x alejandro vargas
Alejandro has a huge soft spot for you. He’s very open with that fact, so you aren’t too nervous when you present him with the matching bracelets you’ve made for the two of you, but you still feel slightly worried. What if he simply dislikes them?
When you get assigned a mission with Alejandro, you don’t wait! You bring your bracelets with you, keeping them safe and hidden in your pocket until you finally see him again. 
He’s the first to walk up to you, kissing the back of your hand to exchange greetings. “It’s nice to see you again, cariño.” He greets, his eyebrow cocking up upon noticing how jittery you are. 
“I have something for you.” You tilt your head to the side, looking pleased with yourself. “Really? What have you got for me, corazón?” He can feel his excitement reach the roof. His aura radiates curiosity, making you feel more self-assured and breezy. 
Your hand reaches into your pocket, taking hold of both the bracelets inside. 
Your confidence skyrockets when you notice his expression change, his heart’s speed increasing when he sees the sage green spiral staircase bracelets in your hand. 
“I made these for us. Cute, right?” You smirk when he takes them from your hand, looking at them with such intensity your worry almost spikes up again. 
“They’re beautiful, amor.” He says when he finally looks up at you with a grin, his whole body feeling warmer in flattery. His change of expression and body language makes all your worries about this seem insignificant. You can tell that he loves them. 
He insists on tying yours on for you. He won’t take no for an answer. 
He stares at them for a few minutes when they’re on, feeling his ego skyrocket. 
He shows it off to everyone, to the point where Rudy’s getting sick of him. 💀
He has never loved an object more than that bracelet. 
If you gift him another one, he will 100% wife you up, no joke. 
x könig
König’s a ruthless Colonel. He’s strict and calculated, and he doesn’t let shit slide. But he’s so uncharacteristically soft when he’s around you.
His anxiety-prone heart is so fragile when it comes to you, so whenever he gets confirmation and comfort knowing that you still care about and love him, it only fuels his desire to keep going, to treat you better, and be there for you. 
And a friendship bracelet is an excellent reminder. :) 
You step into the armory, watching König polish his sniper carefully as he softly hums to himself. He only notices you when you knock on the wall next to you, alerting him that you’re present. 
“Hey.” He utters, wiping the lens of his sniper as his blue eyes lock on your frame, his attention shifting to your hands, or lack thereof. You’re hiding them behind your back, endeavoring to conceal something from the Austrian. “Is everything alright?” 
“Yes, everything is fine. I was wondering if I could give you something.” You step closer to König, your mischievous grin leaving him curious, wanting to poke for more information. 
“Sure, what is it?” He cautiously puts his sniper away, his elbows resting on his knees as his eyes find yours. 
“Give me your hand.” You extend one of your hands, clutching his wrist to reveal the bracelets you’ve been keeping out of sight behind your back. König’s eyes widen at the bracelets in your hand, cautiously leaning closer to your hand to get a better look at the yarn armbands. 
His expression softens as his focus shifts to you, making you raise an eyebrow at him wonderingly. “So? What do you think?” “They’re beautiful, liebling! Are they for us?” He asks, not wanting to assume that you’ve made one for him. However, his worries get swept away when you snicker and tie on his bracelet for him, allowing him to get a closer look at it. It’s a five-strand braid, the color palette being very military-esque with different shades of green. It compliments his skin and uniform well, recognizing that you’ve put more care into this than anybody has for him. 
He quickly stands up from his seat, wrapping his arms around your frame like a security blanket, making you melt in his grasp. You can hear his smile in his words, and you know right then and there that you made the right decision in gifting him this. “Thank you. I will cherish it forever and ever.”
He never takes it off. 
He constantly stares at them when you socialize with him. Work-related reasons or not - he can’t keep his eyes off them, a light blush covering his cheeks as he stutters out his words, making him especially grateful for his mask. 
He has gotten into the habit of hugging his wrist while he sleeps, keeping the bracelet close to his body to protect it from harm. 
He kisses it at least once a day. <3
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'What are you thinking, hermosa?'
Mistletoe mancandy series: Colonel Alejandro Vargas
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