#alejandro oneshot

[adastrael]

Tranquilo

Pairing: gender neutral reader / alejandro vargas

Summary: In nature you could always find comfort, no matter the place or time. When he came along, you had a person to share that with again.

Word count: 993

Warnings: none

A/N: something short but hopefully comforting while I work on other things :)

From very early on, you've enjoyed nature immensely. Ever since you could babble on like all babies do and grasp the grass in your hands, your parents had difficulties tearing you away from the ground in fear of making you upset. A little older, but still just a child, your mother would often have to drag you back into the house when the Sun started setting, because you were too fascinated with insects or birds to realize how much time has passed. Luckily, living in a suburban part of the city, there was a perfect opportunity for you to spend time outside whenever you wanted to, close under your parents' watchful eyes — although that became less relevant as the years went by. You could always leave the house and sit in the garden or wander around the neighborhood, effectively escaping the rush of everyday life for a while.

Your parents used to joke about this with their friends, your habit of constantly playing in the sandpit and bushes instead of joining the others on the swings or teeter-totter. In the beginning, they worried about your place in social life, not having the desire to make friends like your peers did. Later on, you didn't have trouble making connections, so they didn't try to pressure you into forgetting about your passions. It would have been hypocritical anyways, knowing how both of them grew up and still were.

When you were old enough, your father started to take you hiking and camping with him. It was an activity you quickly learned to love; just the two of you for a few days, peacefully treading through the seemingly untouched places nature offered. It always reminded you to appreciate the smallest things, be it the quiet on top of a mountain with only the wind in your ears, or the small but joyous sound of the fireflies at night, lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

Despite that, some of the most memorable adventures were spent with your mother. She didn't like to trek as far as her husband, opting to stay home instead and work on the garden she had been growing ever since your birth. You would argue about the way you used the word adventures, because she believed you had to go somewhere further for that, but you always thought it wasn't just a physical thing — an emotional one meant just as much, if not more.

When you started speaking, walking and causing mischief, your mother let you help her tend to all the plants she was growing. The more years went by, the wider variety of flowers, vegetables and fruits could be found in the little section, guarded by a picket fence your father purchased for this exact reason. Your favorite used to be the berries that hang low when ripe, ready for taking — it wasn't hard to guess who sneakily ate them all before your mother could actually pick them, but she never said a word.

Through all the memories you harbored, the best were still the ones you had spent by yourself. It wasn't to say you didn't enjoy the company, very far from it, but you've always been introverted in that way; with a good book or a paper and pencil, you could take hours just basking in your own company. At the end of the day, you were your own loyal friend, and if anyone was to leave you to your own devices, you would certainly never be disappointed.

There are some things that never change, no matter the time that passes.

"Mi vida, it's getting late."

Snapping out of your haze, you lifted your head to gaze at the owner of the familiar voice. Alejandro was standing just an arm's length shy behind you, a soft smile playing on his lips. You've always appreciated how considerate he was, finding gentle ways to bring your attention back to the present when you were far away in your own head. You often found yourself immersed in other matters, but he wasn't afraid to help guide you back to whatever was happening in the moment.

When your eyes took him in a few moments later, the upward curl of your lips were natural: as the Sun was dipping just behind the horizon, the rays casted an orange-like light on his face, highlighting his chocolate irises and strong face. Even if he'd argue, you knew he was the most beautiful person you have had the chance to meet.

"Didn't realize, sorry."

Turning your head back to the view in front of you, Alejandro just chuckled and sat down next to you on the wooden bench. It was one he carved for you from the wood he chopped next to the house long ago; the sight of the initials on the backrest were enough to remind you of the child-like joy you felt when it was finally put into place. Another piece of memory you shared with him.

The scenery truly was breathtaking. This high up in the mountains, everything looked so much smaller. Everything, but the sky, that was currently adorning some of your favorite colors: hues of red, orange and yellow, all mixed with the neutral blue that always looked back at you. The Sun was already halfway down, disappearing behind the top of another, bigger mountain, creating an ethereal glow around the landscape.

"Beautiful."

Alejandro only muttered the word quietly, but you knew he appreciated the view just as much as you did. And knowing him, the expression extended to your being too, not just the nature in front of you.

The next few minutes, until the Sun eventually disappeared under the horizon were spent in a peaceful quiet, one that gave you an eternal sense of comfort and calm. Sitting next to the one who was most important to your heart, sharing a moment that meant almost just as much — if there was solace in the world, you found yours.

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Translation:

Mi vida - my life

[dokkamj]

DON’T DENY THE UNDENIABLE.

before your read! this is a 18+ story MDNI!! again i excuse myself for grammar mistakes, english is not my native language, enjoy.

(idk the credits for this pic, lmk if you know!)

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another tequila shot down your throat as the party kept going, the mission with the Task Force 141 was successful and all the team’s wanted to have a party at the squad apartment, yeah the same that the upper plans told them to take care of, but tonight no one really cared after that mission.

Simon quite drunk, look at the messy living room and sigh as he took sight of Price flirting with the one that seems y/n’s captain, so if she was there… even that little thing was here somewhere, but where?

you took another shot with Soap and laughed “didn’t know that girls can handle this much alcohol” Soap said giggling “oh well, i don’t really know, maybe i need to wait” you said with a shrug before light up a cigarette.

your mood were calm, even if the thought to meet Simon make you a bit nervous. You two…. were complicated.

You squads often works together, and his rank was higher than yours, you two kissed once, but you both decide to don’t go further, for both you mean only you.

too scared to lose your work too scared to make it real.

you sigh as the thought of him make you frustrated, you took a puff of your cigarette as you keep thinking about him, he was the most handsome man you ever seen.

a 6’6 man, muscular, dirty blond hair, hazel eyes that turn honey in the sunlight, a nose slightly crooked since he broke it two times, and the fact that you were the only one to have seen his face makes you go insane.

It was just a pure case, you were in the field when an enemy attacks him from behind, pull Simon and taking off his balaclava in a fight, you where the one too shoot at the man that was attacking something that could be yours.

He makes you promise to don’t tell anybody that you saw his face, that now you know him at 100%.

the alcohol start to kick in since you see all blurry.

Simon at the other hand was quite drunk, can’t see a shit and the balaclava was strangely uncomfortable tonight. He respected the decision of yours to don’t get serious to don’t kiss again, but half of a whisky bottle a pack of cigarette after and he couldn’t think straight.

he was looking for what was his, you.

he step in the kitchen and saw you with your hair free, a little black dress, heels and red lipstick. Fuck his dick was hard just for staring at your ass for more than a minute, he sigh and with a smirk grab your arm and pull you.

“Simon?” you look at him confused, what he was doing?? “Simon let me go” you said as he pull you in a room, locking the door, close the curtains, he was drunk yeah, but he was always on alert.

then he grab a chair, drag it in the middle of his room and sat down, taking off his balaclava “we need to talk.” he said as he rest his elbows on his knees looking up at you as you stand before him.

“huh? what do you mean?” you ask with a frown look, did you did something? was he mad at you? what the fuck happened.

“i don’t want to discuss with you about our deal.” he said as he take a deep breath, you could tell that he was drunk. “what deal?” you ask.

“don’t fucking play it dumb y/n.” he said, his tone almost mad, you squeeze your tights together, why he turn you on so easily? he was mad and you where….fuck what a mess.

you gulped “i don’t get it.”

Why did you need to do this!? why you always play the fucking dumb card, why why why? He was mad, nervous as he see blurry and he really have a problem whit containing himself, he take off his t-shirt almost ripped it off, he need to cool down.

you gasped at the sight of him with only his uniform pants, tactic boots, bare chest. dog tags hanging from his neck and rest on his pecs, he let one of his hand run trough his blond and messy hair, biting his bottom lip, legs spread.

the things you are thinking rn….

“what a whore i am.” you thought as you sigh.

“you know how many women are chasing me? you know how many of those stops me on work to ask me for my fucking number huh?” he said mad, what the fuck is wrong with him? if he wanted to make you jealous, well now you are.

“and what is this supposed to mean?” you ask rising your eyebrow, resting your hands on your hips trying to don’t get mad as much as him, or even more.

“it mean that i can everyone that i want.” he hissed and you look at him with a puzzled look “wtf is wrong with you? you think that i don’t have many man chasing me around? that they don’t stare at me?” you say and he sigh.

“Fuck y/n.” he said sighing before grab your arm pull you over him so you sat on his lap, breast under his chin, tights on his hips, you wanted to pull away but he doesn’t let you.

“i want you, only you.” he said pressing his lips on your neck, and a moan escape from your mouth, you just couldn’t resist him, it was a rough fight with yourself.

you grind yourself on him, as he slam his lips on you, squeezing your round ass with his hand “is that so hhm?” he tease, slapping your rear and sneaking his hands under your dress.

you just want him as much he wants you, his hand in your hair as the other where under your dress. you moaned “fuck the others” he muttered “i don’t want to stay away from you one more minute.” he hissed on your mouth.

“don’t try to run away from me y/n, because i’il chasing you more than every other man will” he says in a possessive tone that makes your legs weak and your breath just heavier.

“I’m not running away” you moaned, why deny it anymore? He was all you need right now.

“good girl ya’ are” he murmur on your collarbone, he smirks sneaking a hand on your wet cunt and rub your folds trough the soft fabric of your underwear, you scratch his back as just a soft touch makes you insane.

he start to play with your panties then move it aside thumb rubbing on your puffy clit as he start to fucks you with two fingers, and your mind go all blank.

you where a messy puddle in his hands, you grind on his hand that was still moving to give you pleasure “yeah, good, want ya’ ta came all over ma’ fucking finger, understood?” he hissed on your neck.

“Si, i-i understand…” you moaned, you where glad that he did locked the door, if anyone of one of your squads catch you… it would be the end.

some minutes and you came on him, on his lap, such a good girl you were for him. You start to unbuckle his belt a metallic ‘thud, unbutton his uniform pants and unzip it.

“wait- wanna eat you” he murmur on your mouth but you shake your head, fuck there is no way that you are going to wait for him.

“no, please can’t resist anymore” you moaned “but-“ you shut him put your finger on his lips “we have all the night for that” you reassure him, he smirks as he free his dick from his boxer, now between your soft tights.

“take it like a good girl ya’ are, is all yours.” he said, and you didn’t let him repeat himself as you rub the head on your folds before push yourself down on his throbbing cock, he moaned satisfied, he was finally inside of you.

there was a moment where you need to wait to your walls being fully stretched, and when you start to rocking your hips back and forth Simon moaned loudly, again luckily outside of this door where a party with loud music.

he nibbled on your collarbone, squeezing your breast keeping you close, you where a goddess to him, fuck he was willing to get on his knees and beg you to break the deal if it was necessary.

he pull the dress down to suck on your nipple, he just wanted to smell you, to feel you.

“fuck, y/n” he said feeling your walls squeezing him in a deadly trap “i hate that i can’t resist you” you muttered moaning and panting.

“i’m so grateful that you can’t resist me sweetheart.” he said before make you stand up “but i need to give you a lesson.” he grinned before slam you on his desk on his paperwork, make you bend over, taking of your dress and throw it on the ground.

before, with a deep thrust stretching your walls once again, pounding in you roughly, making you scream his name and gripping the side of the desk.

“scream as loudly as possible, i’m the only one that could save you from myself.” he said before spank your ass, you rolled your eyes back into your skull.

“Simon— Fuck—“ you moaned feeling already the second orgasm building up in your lower body, one hand gripping your hip and the other grab your hair, pulling it and makes you look at him as he pound in your from behind.

dirty blond hair messy, pecs sweating, eyes full of lust as he licks his dry lips, you would let him do whatever he wants with you.

you screamed once again but he put the other hand on your mouth making you stay shut as you came on his fat cock once again, feeling your own juice dripping down your tights as he keep thrust in you.

spanking your ass and press your cheek against the cold wood desk making you stay still, he was rough and you where glad for it, finding someone that wasn’t afraid to surpass the line.

“fuck— i own ya’, did ya’ fucking hear me?” he hissed in your ear, you rolled your eyes in your skull once again, overwhelmed by all the feeling he was giving you.

you didn’t respond as you keep moaning, he spanks your ass leaving a big red mark that was getting only more red than before “ya’ fucking hear me!?” he said and you scream in pleasure once again before nodding “Si-si i’m yours.” you said feeling another orgasm building up.

your breath was irregular as you salivate on the desk clearly cock drunk.

“good girl” he said as he leave delicious spanks on your ass and bite on the back of your neck. Thrust in you harder than before as you came another time, fuck, you where so sensible when it comes to him.

you could hear him moaning and growling, gripping your hips more painfully than before and dropping himself on you, forehead on your shoulder as he release himself in you as his cock throb in your folds.

“take a little break, because i didn’t finish with ya’. Ya’ heard me?” he said with a smirk and you couldn’t help yourself, you kissed him, why didn’t you give up months ago?

[scaredyspooks]

He Knows What You Need.

Alejandro x Reader hehehe (18+, PinV, doin' it in your office.)

As an intelligence operative for the 141, you were used to working closely with Price and his men. They were all nice enough to you, of course Soap occasionally teasing you, Price treating you like a child unless he was drunk, Gaz being generally friendly, and Ghost greeting and bidding you goodbye with a grunt. You were pretty sure that was a good sign, but honestly who knows.

It didn’t matter how used to them you were, though, as when they started working closely Los Vaqueros, you were introduced to whole new… Issue. Colonel Alejandro Vargas.

An easy smile, a quirked brow, a knowing glint in his eyes. It was like he could see into your soul - or maybe the bastard’s ego was just that big that he assumed everyone wanted him the second he smirked at them. You could see that being accurate.

The first briefing you lead, talking through the intel you’d gathered, the connections it held, and how it could prove vital to the current mission - you noticed it. His eyes were constantly on you. Not in a focused, listening intently way - it was like any time you moved, his gaze glued to whatever gave the most motion. Your lips as you spoke, your legs as you walked, your hands as you gestured, your arse when you bent down to pick up the next file.

It didn’t take long until he had you in your office, desperately clawing at the edge of your desk, two of his fingers thrusting into your mouth, keeping you muffled as he leaned over you, his hips pistoning brutally as his other hand held you still, thumb digging into the fat of your waist. You’d never been with someone so vocal, his lips in constant contact with that sweet spot he’d found at the side of your neck and refused to leave alone since. His heavy breaths, fanning against your sweltering skin, grunts, growls, sweet, filthy words, and the occasional heavenly groan. God, every time he let a moan slip past those lips you felt your whole body shiver, your walls fluttering around him, and without fail every time it made him chuckle like the smug idiot he was.

It really didn’t help that he was just constantly praising you, how good you were taking him, how tight you were, how fucking wet you were for him, so needy, he’d known you needed this from the moment he saw you. All wound up, overworked, under-fucked, he saw right through you. Knew the exact treatment you needed. And this was only a taste. He vowed to get all that tension out of your pent up body, promised he’d leave you soft, pliant, so fucked out that you wouldn’t be able to think about anything at all, never mind work. Just him. And you believed him, because god he’d already turned off your thoughts. The moment he’d backed you against your desk and confidently trailed his hand under your waistband, teasing with that low purr of a voice, your brain had switched off.

And now look at you, just a drooling, thoughtless, mewling mess. Spread so nicely for him, arching and keening for him, and when he finally felt your body pull taut, felt you starting to spasm and grip him like a vice - the fucker sped up. Harder, faster, two rough fingers finding your clit, pulling, tugging, circling until that coil in your gut snapped and the paperwork on your desk was ruined.

But just as you were relaxing into your blissful haze, waiting to feel him reach his own end, utterly ecstatic to hear the sounds he’d make as he filled you but-

He pulled out. You were left wanting, aching despite him giving you what really should’ve been all you needed, but it wasn’t. You needed to feel him as well. Then you realised, as you heard him zipping his tactical pants back up and re-buckling his belt - he was nowhere near done with you, and you weren’t getting a reward like that until you’d earned it.

[this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms]

Alliance || Total Drama ||

After finding out Duncan cheated on you with Gwen, Alejandro offers you an alliance as revenge against Duncan. 

Pairing: Duncan x Reader x Alejandro 

Warnings: Cheating (not reader), fem implied reader 

Words: As I’m finally coming out of my writer’s block, I present this! Maybe a little self-indulgent because I like Alejandro and Duncan. Oops—Might make a second part if people like it though.

| Not my GIFs |

Your cheering for Cody ceased when Tyler blurted out the secret he’s been holding back. It took a moment to register in your head, not wanting to believe it. Duncan didn’t actually kiss Gwen, right? Your boyfriend and best friend wouldn’t have done that to you. It had to have been a strategy the other team came up with to throw you off. Pitting you against each other so you’d be distracted during the challenges. 

“Wait, what?” you ask, the distraction immediately working. 

“He said that Duncan kissed G—,” Alejandro repeated. 

You were quick to cut him off before turning to face Gwen. “I heard what he said! Gwen? Is that true?” 

She looked at you with guilt written all over her face that only confirmed it. She took a step back, as if expecting you to fight her. And for a moment you thought about it, anger quick to take over. Except heartbreak was quicker to hit when you fully accepted the situation. Your boyfriend and best friend kissed behind your back. 

You turned to look at Duncan who gave you a just as equally guilty look. You had hoped that by looking at him he’d shut down Tyler’s rumor. But when he looked away, you knew it was all true. Your heart cracked in your chest, and everyone was silent, waiting to see what you’d do. Both Duncan and Gwen watched you closely and you could see the fear on their faces. You never got mad or raised your voice, you were one of the few reasonable contestants on this show. It’s what made you so likable and kind of scary with everyone wondering if you’d ever snap. Today might just be the day. 

You turned to look at Cody who hadn’t moved yet, he was watching to see what happens next. No doubt scared that you might do something to Gwen. You kind of felt bad for him, he was sort of betrayed too. It can’t be fun knowing the girl you’ve been pining over kissed someone else. 

“Cody, start flying if you want to win this. Otherwise, if we lose, we’ll be voting Gwen off tonight,” you tell him. 

Your voice is eerily calm but it’s enough to set Cody flapping his poorly made wings. Your words made him determined to win, more so with his team agreeing with you. The Amazons won the challenge in the end which meant Gwen was safe for now. It also meant that Duncan had a chance to be voted off and although you were heartbroken, you didn’t want to see him go yet. 

Once your team is back in first class, you're left alone with your thoughts. And everyone wants to know what you’ll do to Gwen. Courtney is immediately giving you ideas, completely on your side. She had a crush on Duncan, but when he admitted he felt the same for you, she became your number one supporter. Which meant she was the embodiment of your anger now. 

“Hey, can we talk?” Gwen asks, approaching you with a guilty look on her face. 

“She has nothing to say to you!” Courtney exclaimed, standing in front of you. 

Gwen took a step back but looked over at you, nonetheless, silently pleading with you. Courtney looked at you too, arms crossed over her chest with a scowl on her face. You knew you should talk to her about this, but you didn’t want to. Not right now. 

“You heard her, I don’t have anything to say,” you repeat. 

She sighs heavily and walks away with a defeated look on her face. As much as she liked the kiss with Duncan, nothing could get rid of the guilt she felt. She hadn’t meant to betray you like that, it just sort of happened. At least, that’s how she likes to remember it. 

“We can so vote her off in the next challenge,” Courtney says once she’s gone. 

You shake your head, a defeated and broken look on your face. “It won’t change anything.” 

“No, but it’ll make you feel better. And it gives me an excuse to boot her out,” Courtney offers, trying to cheer you up. 

She liked you, which is rare for her, especially given the circumstances. This wasn’t exactly the place to make friends, but she became friends with you. You were the only person she’d deemed worthy enough to make it to the final two. Which is why she was angry for you. And maybe something else that she’d never admit. 

You offer a smile, strained but good enough to seem cheery. “I’d still rather play fair. If we happen to lose a challenge then whatever happens, happens.” 

That was enough for her, deciding to make your team purposely lose. People would suspect it from you but not from her. She could even get Sierra and Heather in on it. 

You wanted to be alone after, sneaking away from first class. You found a corner hidden away from everyone and sank down. Being alone meant you finally felt everything that just happened. Your boyfriend really kissed your best friend. You felt your heart crack inside your chest and the dam finally burst. 

You sobbed into your hands, using them to muffle whatever noises left you. It almost worked, had a certain someone not been snooping around. Alejandro found you in your corner crying your heart out. It’s exactly as he had hoped for. To get you alone and charm his way into your trust. Except standing in front of you now, he wasn’t so sure of his plan. 

“May I offer some comfort?” he asks, sitting beside you. 

You stop crying immediately and wipe your tear stained cheeks. You clear your throat and look away. “No, I’m fine. Completely fine.” 

“Of course, I didn’t mean to insinuate you weren’t,” he says, giving you a charming and gentle smile. 

You furrow your brows and stare at him, seeing straight through him. You didn’t trust Alejandro, from the beginning of this season. You saw what he did to Bridgette and LeShawna. You weren’t going to let him get to you the same way. 

“What do you want?” you ask. 

“My, I didn’t expect such a beautiful lady to be so harsh,” he places a hand over his heart and feigns being hurt. 

It makes you roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Listen, you may have everyone fooled but not me. And I’m not in the mood right now.” 

“I know,” he smiles again, this time showing his true intentions behind it. You were too smart for your own good and there was no point pretending. “But I figured now was as good a time as any.” 

“For?” 

“I propose an alliance between the two of us.” 

“You want an alliance with me? Why?” your eyes narrow and you’re even more weary of him. 

He was quiet for a moment, unsure of how to answer. What excuse could he say without giving away how he really felt? He didn’t want to admit that he actually felt bad and angered. No one should have ever broken your heart, much less someone like Duncan. But saying that out loud would mean having to admit how he felt. He wouldn’t. In a competition like this, feelings were a weakness. 

“To get back at Duncan, of course,” he answers. “If he sees us working together, it’ll irk him. Seeing you move on will definitely be a punch to the gut.” 

“Oh right, it’ll definitely be a punch to the gut when he’s making out with Gwen,” your voice cracks at the end, vision blurring. 

Alejandro’s heart wrenches at your sadness and anger bubbles in his chest. Duncan didn’t deserve you, not for a second. He abandoned you at the beginning of the competition and you just accepted him like it was nothing when he came back. He hated it and he hated you a little bit for it. Except now was his chance to get you to see him and forget about Duncan. 

He wraps an arm around your shoulders without thinking about it. Your pulled closer to him, facing him only inches away. “No offense, but you’re not exactly my type.” 

He laughs and gives you an ever so charming smile. “Don’t worry, that’s not my intention,” he lies. 

“And what are your intentions?” 

“It’s like I said, an alliance with you. Not only will it be revenge on Duncan but I’ll take you to the final two with me.” 

“Oh really? Why would you take me to the final two? I would’ve imagined you’d want someone like Heather.” 

“Heather? While she is lovely, she’s not my type. And I happen to like someone else,” he says, looking at you earnestly. 

Your heart skips a beat and you blame it on your bundled feelings. You push him away, making space between the two of you. Honestly, his deal sounded nice even if he ended up double crossing you. At least you could distract yourself from what Duncan and Gwen did. 

“Okay, on one condition. If you stab me in the back at any point, you vote yourself off.” 

He doesn’t even hesitate as he answers, all that matters is that he’s got you on his side. “Deal.” 

[illusionsdelusions101]

heyyy! could you write about alejandro garnacho x singer!reader who writes a new song (espresso by sabrina carpenter) and everyone teases him and calls him whipped because of the lyrics? thank you smmm❤️

Espresso~ Alejandro Garnacho

A/N: not proof read so spelling mistakes!!!

Now he's, thinkin' 'bout me, every night oh, isn't that sweet?

I guess so.

You were a popular singer, going on tours and making big apperances in shows, but you still lived back home in Manchester. Part of living in Manchester meant that your family was big Manchester United fans. You would go to matches as little as 5 years old. But when Man Utd won, it wasn't the cheer of the stands that brought you the overwhelming happiness, it was the celebration between the players and their loved ones, specifically, their partners. You wanted to marry a footballer (from man utd ofc) to celebrate the wins and feel the warmth and happiness of the win together.

I can't relate to desperation, My 'give a fucks' are on vacation

You were on vacation in Argentina when you met the young football star, Alejandro Garnacho. He still had his old brown and bushy hair, but still the same guy you have today. You asked him for his autograph and he did the same to you. Both chuckling out of nervousness and excitement, he asked you to dinner and hang out with his old Aregentinin mates, of course, you said yes.

And I got this one boy And he won't stop calling

Garnacho and you started dating after your vacation in Argentina. After a couple of months, you released a song called "Espresso" Many people wondered who did you write this about, why did you write and honestly, you were in no rush to answer them. You had everything figured out. But when Garnacho heard "Espresso," he called you imeadiately.

"Hel-"

"Is Espresso about me?"

"..lo."

You chuckled at the excitement you heard in Garnacho's voice. "Yes love, it is." You smiled and shook your head, even though he couldn't see. "Really?" You hear his voice rise. "Yes." your jaw starts hurting from smiling. "Does this mean we're telling the world?" He says seriously.

"Yeah."

When they act this way I know I got 'em

After going to a couple of Manchester United games and his blowing kisses to you after he scored some goals, people eventually connected the dots. For those who didn't, the pinned post on your Instagram page of you two kissing explains it.

"Awe! Our lad is whipped!" Harry Maguire points out as the Man Utd changing room blasts your song. "You getting reddddd Alejandroooo?" Martinez teases Garnacho. "Shut up.." he mutters. "He's so blushing!" Rasmus laughs and hits his shoulder. But, to be honest, Garnacho has you. So his teammates can tease him and call him whipped all they want.

Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso

[lusttoke]

Ghost x Alejandro one shot ? :3

// Too Late for xmas theme oneshot? happy new year! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did lmao!

It was two weeks before Christmas, and the base was buzzing with excitement. Soap had insisted on getting everyone corny Christmas sweaters to wear over their fatigues and tactical gear to "get into the holiday spirit." Surprisingly, no one had the heart to refuse.

The festivities escalated when Gaz, ever the troublemaker, suggested a game of spin the bottle. The group of 36 soldiers sat in a large circle, surrounded by laughter and a dangerous amount of holiday beer.

It started innocently enough. The bottle spun, landing on Alex and Farah, who shared an awkward peck before scrambling back to their seats, red-faced. The circle erupted in laughter, and the bottle spun again.

Then it landed on Ghost And Alejandro Vargas.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost muttered under his breath as he stood up, pulling off his skull-patterned balaclava to reveal sharp, chiseled features. He tossed it to the ground like it weighed nothing and locked eyes with Alejandro. The group burst into laughter and cheers, clearly enjoying the sudden tension.

Alejandro stood reluctantly, pointing at the group. "Laugh it up, cabrones. I’ll remember this when you’re all scrubbing floors at 4 AM tomorrow!" But before Alejandro could think of a way to back out, Ghost closed the distance, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him flush against his solid chest. The crowd fell silent, mouths hanging open as Ghost leaned in for a kiss—and not just any kiss. A deep, toe-curling, French kiss. Fifteen seconds. That’s how long it lasted. Fifteen agonizing, breath-stealing seconds that left Alejandro frozen as Ghost finally pulled away. The room exploded in laughter, catcalls, and shocked exclamations.

Ghost leaned in, his voice low and smooth. "You’re a good kisser. I liked that." Alejandro stumbled back, visibly flustered despite his best efforts to look unaffected. "What the hell was that?!" His ears burned red as he glared at Ghost and then the others. Ghost shrugged nonchalantly, grabbing his balaclava off the floor. "Lighten up, Vargas. It’s just a kiss. Besides..." he added with a smirk, "if we ever need to fake passion in the field, I’ve got you covered." Alejandro pointed at him, his voice sharper than he intended. "You’re lucky I don’t throw you out of the helicopter mid-flight next mission." Ghost grinned. "Please, you'd miss me." Alejandro narrowed his eyes. "Miss throwing you out, maybe!" The circle erupted in laughter again and Alejandro snatched his drink, taking a long sip to cool his nerves.

Ghost leaned in, voice low enough for only Alejandro to hear. "Careful, Vargas. Keep blushing like that and they’ll think you enjoyed it." Alejandro choked on his drink, coughing as the others roared with laughter. He shot Ghost a sharp glare, but Ghost just smirked and leaned back, clearly enjoying every second.

Despite himself, Alejandro couldn’t help but mutter "Still wasn’t bad though." Ghost raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the slip. "Not bad, huh? I’ll take that as a compliment." He leaned back, swirling his drink lazily before adding "Maybe next time, we skip the spin the bottle and head straight for dinner."

Alejandro froze mid-sip, nearly choking again as Ghost’s words hit him. He quickly set the glass down, pretending the slight cough was nothing more than the burn of the alcohol. "Madre mía! First you kiss me in front of the whole damn team and now you’re asking me on a date?" Alejandro shot back, his voice a touch too sharp to completely mask how flustered he felt. Ghost smirked. "What can I say? I like to keep you guessing. And trust me, Vargas, dinner with me is something you won’t forget." Alejandro narrowed his eyes, but the faint flush on his cheeks didn’t fade. "You better hope I don’t take you up on that!" he muttered, his voice quieter but filled with challenge. "Because if I do, you’re paying—and don’t think I’ll go easy on the drinks either." The team erupted in laughter again, and Alejandro quickly snatched his glass back up, downing the rest in one go just to avoid looking at Ghost’s damn smug face.

The group eventually shifted their focus back to the game, their laughter and jokes filling the room once more. But despite the renewed energy, an unmistakable tension lingered between Ghost and Alejandro. Each subtle glance and teasing remark only seemed to stoke the fire, leaving everyone quietly wondering just how far this game between them would go.

[sylviathejester]

SCOTT STREET.

anyway, don’t be a stranger.

ALEJANDRO VARGAS x MILITARY!Y/N

WARNING: lousy writing (i’m coming out of an EXACTLY 5 month writer’s block..), Alejandro could be OOC..? first time writing for cod i’m sorry

WORD COUNT: 437.

Gringo. a word you’ve come to hate. Hate is a weak word, you despise it

Being the only American in school, you were constantly being called names in Spanish, or straight up hit. And you hated it.

As you sat alone at lunch, eating whatever you ate every day, a boy approaches you. The first thing you noticed about him was his forehead, but you weren’t going to judge anyway, who were you to judge? You don’t even belong here, you’re a loser! You-

The boy sits down next to you, making himself comfortable. You look at him, and he looks at you. You stare for a bit, before he holds out his hand.

“Alejandro.”

You look at him for a few more seconds before you shook his hand. “(Y/N)”

He nods, before he began eating his lunch. You, too, began eating your lunch, albeit reluctantly. He looks at you, then at your lunch, before he slips you a small piece of candy. You look up at him, and slowly take it.

“Gracias..?” You thank him hesitantly. He smiles a little. “De nada.” he replies, his voice muffled from the food in his mouth.

Maybe that was the day things started to look a little brighter for you in Las Almas. Despite your mother being from there, you never felt like you belonged. But maybe this boy was here to make things nice. He even introduced you to his best friend, Rodolfo, whom you both called Rudy.

But after the cartels began increasing their settlements in Las Almas, your mother decided it wasn’t safe anymore, and you had to move. Away. From Alejandro, Rudy, and anything you found joy in there.

So long.

It’s been many years, you’re now in the US army, something you didn’t expect you’d be, but it was the more “effortless path”, better than studying hard for an expensive college, and the benefits that came with being a military officer wasn’t too bad, for both you and your family.

You had to be taken to Las Almas, to help out the Mexicans and the British in taking down some sort of cartel leader. Valeria was her name, not like you cared.

Your captain was in charge of introducing his soldiers to the Mexicans, as he was introducing the others, you couldn’t help but see a familiar face in the crowd. The Colonel..

“Colonel Vargas, this is Sergeant (L/N).” Your Captain introduced, blissfully unaware.

You both lock eyes, and out of respect, you can’t smile or do anything, and it looked like he understood.

“Pleasure to see you again, Sergeant.”

“Yes, sir.”

[lieutnt]

eyes on me

Alejandro Vargas x Male Reader Summary: Your friends-with-benefits relationship takes a turn when Alejandro gets jealous and wants you all to himself. Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Potentially ooc Alejandro?, jealous sex, idiots with feelings, unprotected anal, orgasms. Note: No idea if the Spanish in this is correct, feel free to send me a message if any of it is wrong!

You’re unaware of Alejandro’s stare as his eyes burn holes in the back of your head as you walk away, and he only realises he had been staring when he hears Rudy scoff in laughter. He tears his attention away to see Rudy shaking his head in amusement. “¿Qué?” (what?)

Rudy gestures over to you. “Lo estás mirando como un animal en la caza.” (you’re staring at him like an animal on the hunt.)

“¿Qué, así que no puedo mirarlo?” (what, so I can't look at him?) He tries to play it off, like he isn’t completely, utterly infatuated with you. 

“Puedes, pero no cuando parece que vas a abalanzarte sobre él en medio de la barra.” (you can, just not when it looks like you're going to pounce on him in the middle of the bar)

It was Alejandro's turn to scoff, “No voy a abalanzarme sobre él.” (i’m not going to pounce on him.)

Rudy shrugs, “Me lo parecía. ¿Qué está pasando entre ustedes dos, pensé que era casual?” (looked like it to me. what's going on between you two, i thought it was just casual?)

“Es casual,” (it is casual) Alejandro answers back - too quickly to be believable.

“Si quieres algo más, solo habla con él.” (if you want something more just talk to him). Alejandro is already forming the words in his head to turn down the idea when Rudy continues. “Porque si no lo haces, alguien más comenzará a prestarle atención,” (because if you don't, someone else is going to start paying attention to him), he says, gesturing over to where you stood at the bar.

He can feel a chasm in his stomach open when he looks over, seeing you talking to someone who was very obviously flirting, body almost pressed into yours as the stranger spoke with a grin. Alejandro can’t see your reaction, but the chasm closes ever so slightly when the bartender hands you your drinks and you make a swift exit, heading back to the table. His head quickly swivels back to Rudy, pretending as if he wasn’t just watching.

You settle the bottles down on the table as you take your seat, handing one to Rudy and one to Alejandro before taking hold of your own. Alejandro takes a sip, swallowing down his feelings.

Rudy nearly rolls his eyes as you and Alejandro ease into a silence, so he decides to speak up. “Who was that?”

Shrugging, you let out a small chuckle. “I don’t know, just came up to me and started talking.” He catches the way you briefly hesitate before the next part, pointedly not looking at Alejandro. “Asked if I wanted to go on a date,” you finish off with an amused huff.

He pushes further, knowing that you and Alejandro will never stop tiptoeing around each other if he doesn’t do anything. “And? Did you say yes?”

Alejandro has to stop himself from kicking Rudy under the table, taking another mouthful to stop himself from saying anything.

“Nah, wasn’t interested,” you casually dismiss, taking a sip of your drink. You try not to take notice of Alejandro, how quiet he was being compared to his usual self.

Rudy has to quickly take a drink, hiding the growing smile as he sees straight through your lie. He wasn’t supposed to know about your and Alejandro’s arrangement, but he figured it out two weeks after it started - noticing that something had changed between you and Alejandro, and, when confronted, Alejandro had been unable to keep his mouth shut.

As time passes the three of you settle into light casual conversation again, and Alejandro fails to hide how enthralled he is with you, a smile never leaving his face as you talk, his heart feeling full as you chat so comfortably with him.

Rudy sits back, letting you and Alejandro get lost in conversation with each other, almost feeling like a third wheel, not that he minded since he could see how much Alejandro lit up when you were around. 

When the sun starts to set you make the decision to head back to the Los Vaqueros base, Rudy in the driver’s seat while Alejandro sits in front and you slide in the back. The conversation between you and Alejandro fills the air, flirtatious jabs that have Rudy wanting to lock you in a room together and not let you out until one of you talks.

Once you arrive and all pile out, Rudy disappears suspiciously quick, leaving you and Alejandro to walk back in alone. When you reach the corridor that heads towards your bed you start to break away from him and Alejandro stops you. “Whoa, where are you going?”

“My bed?”Confusion makes you freeze, your answer sounding more like a question. 

He steps close, just so that only you can hear him. “Not tonight guapo (handsome), tonight you’re coming to bed with me.” Ah, so the old Alejandro was back.

* * *

His fingers claw at your back, biting into the skin as he refuses to let you move away, your hips rolling into him with every thrust while he attacks your mouth, hand fisted tightly in your hair to keep you close as he harshly kisses you, stealing moans straight from the source.

You’re too distracted by the way you fit so perfectly together to think anything more of how unusually possessive he is, how you can barely separate long enough to breathe. With great effort you finally manage to, keeping your pace as you pant into the crook of Alejandro’s neck, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to lose yourself in the feeling of him around you.

A mild pain blooms across your scalp when Alejandro tugs at your hair, bringing your face back up to his. “If you’re going to fuck me, keep your eyes on me.”

That does something to you, triggers the deep-down possessive part of your brain. Slowing your hips just enough you capture his mouth with your own, able to taste what he was drinking on his tongue. When you break apart you barely move away, eyes focused on him as you pick up your pace. “Is that what you want? Want me to see what I do to you?”

“Yes, yes,” he chants between breaths, groaning as his knees are almost pinned to his chest. You try to ignore the warm feeling in your chest, that this was right, you and Alejandro, that it made sense after all this time for you to be together.

But you can’t ignore it, and all thoughts of him being yours makes the knot in your stomach tighten. “Fuck, it’s like you were made for me,” you grunt out, steadily losing yourself in the pleasure.

Alejandro moans, re-adjusting himself so his arms are linked around the back of your neck. “Because I was,” his legs wrap around you, pulling you in close as you drill into his hole. Taking a hold of his cock he arches into your touch, panting against the double stimulation as you both rapidly hurtle towards orgasm.

His moans turn into a mixture of curses, arms tightening around you as he gets closer and closer. With a few more thrusts it’s too late for him to usher a warning, his breath hitching before cum is spilling from his cock, splashing between your bodies and coating your stomachs. 

The sight, along with the way his hole clenches around you, is enough for you to follow soon after, lips peeling back in a growl as you cum, filling him so much that a white ring forms around where you’re joined. 

You fall against him, panting to catch your breath as Alejandro keeps you pressed against him, neither of you caring about the cum smearing into your skin. 

* * *

Swimming in the afterglow a calmness settles over both of you, ragged panting filling the air as you both come down. As your breathing evens out Alejandro breaks the silence first, shuffling onto his side to look at you. “Did you mean it?”

You already know what he’s referring to, how everytime you fall into bed together a possessiveness grabs hold of you both, one that’s becoming harder and harder to ignore as you refer to each other as yours and mine in the heat of the moment. Turning on your side to face him you’re instantly met with warm brown eyes watching, waiting for a response.

Of all the things you’ve just done, this is the one that makes your heart start to pound in your chest. “I don’t want to ruin what we have,” is what you settle on, giving away that yes, you do mean it.

“You won’t.” Alejandro leans in, capturing you in a kiss that’s much slower, gentler, one that brings a wave of warmth over you. When he breaks away he doesn’t go far, just enough that your noses are almost touching.

“Yes, I do mean it,” you whisper, going all in. Getting your heart ripped out would be better than this, constantly pretending that you don’t feel anything more for Alejandro.

Worry settles in the pit of your stomach when he doesn’t respond at first, and you start preparing yourself for rejection - until, his lips curve into a grin. “Good, because you’re all mine hermoso (beautiful).”

[multiverse--wanderer]

The Proposition [ENG]

[Oneshot based on the OTP between John Price and Alejandro Vargas from Call of Duty ] This is a Patreon exclusive text, take a look at the different memberships and what each one can offer you!

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REMINDER:

This story has been written in Spanish, which is my native language. This story has been translated to the best of my ability, although it is possible that it may have mistakes.

This is just a way to transport my writing to a common language for the rest of fans like me. For a better immersion, I recommend reading the story in its original version.

Thank you so much for reading me and see you in the stars.

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——— The Proposition

Alejandro looked at himself in the mirror of the elegant and sober hotel room with palpable nervousness. The emotion betrayed his brown eyes, shining like two trails in the midst of the lonely gloom. The room, decorated discreetly, seemed more luxurious than necessary and than usual for the soldier, with its heavy velvet curtains and a bed covered with an immaculate white duvet. Despite the luxury, Alejandro hardly noticed his surroundings, as he was focused solely on his reflection. His fingers trembled slightly as he buttoned the last buttons of his black shirt, a garment he had chosen with great care for the occasion, and it was perfect, without a single wrinkle. It was made of a soft, high-quality fabric that adhered to his torso impeccably, highlighting his athletic figure without being too tight. Each button seemed like a small challenge, but he managed to fasten them all with meticulous attention. His eyes swept over his figure, ensuring every detail was perfect, from the crease of the fabric to the shine of his freshly polished shoes.

Inside his chest nestled a familiar sensation whenever it came to Price. It was a childish feeling, pure and sweet, that made his heart pump with the illusion of a teenager in love for the first time. Although years had passed since the beginning of his relationship with the captain, each passing day he felt his feelings deepen, growing with the force of an underground river that widens over time. It was a love that was never exhausted, but continually renewed, always fresh and vibrant.

The reality of their lives kept them apart with painful frequency. The missions became increasingly dangerous, demanding more and more of them, like a jealous and demanding mistress. Ghost Team operated on the thin line between right and wrong, challenging the upper echelons of military power to protect civilians and their countries. Hidden behind masks, they faced the corruption that infected every corner of the world, and their workload increased with each passing day. At times, it felt like they were fighting a hydra, cutting off one head only to see two more grow in its place.

Despite the double life they led, Alejandro and his companions remained human. Between betrayals and losses, the line that separated them from the ghosts they pursued was constantly blurred. Yet, in the midst of darkness and danger, Alejandro found comfort and strength in his team, a family of brothers in whom he trusted his entire life. And in that team, there was someone special, someone he wanted to take care of above all else: John Price.

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[gofishygo]

i feel like a concept people don’t really expand on in cat hybrids is that some cats can sense when someone is about to die. there’s one named oscar (?) who cuddles up to people in aged care homes when he knows they’re going to die, it’s sort of wholesome in a way. would be super cool to see someone expand on that maybe ?? like a therapy cat reader + wraith! ghost ? idk i think im just yappin

[n0vazsq]

ill be free this weekend so yes !!!

[thedirtybeanlife]

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

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

Alejandro x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dokkamj]

RIGHT PLACE, RIGHT TIME

some of the characters are created by me to gave some layers at the story. But still, Simon Ghost Riley is from call of duty, enjoy.

english is not my first language, sorry for grammar mistakes!!🤍

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it was midnight and you were thirsty as hell, and it was hot, that’s why you hated summer, at least when it was cold you could cover yourself but in summer?? makes you wanna rip your skin off.

you drag yourself out of bed, yesterday training was rough, the bruises on your legs, arms and ribs could tell. But you won the sparring, that’s what matters.

whit sleepy eyes you get in the kitchen walking on your tiptoes to don’t wake the rest of the Task Force sleeping in their rooms at the squad apartment.

yawning and feeling like you where about to melt, you opened the fridge grab a bottle of water and gasped loudly and bring yourself in guard position.

“Oh chill young lady” you immediately recognize Ghost voice, you laughed and notice that he was well- shirtless.“fuck- what you doing here?” you ask but he was too focused on something else.

you look down to see if maybe you had something on your t-shirt, but you didn’t have your t-shirt at all, you gulped crossing your arms and sigh trying not to blush. you probably take it off during the hot night.

“care to explain why you are here, Ghost?” you asked, he look up at you embarrassed from the face that you catch him stare for too long, he gulped and look out the window that was right next at both of you.

“well Ace asked me to pick him up, as he couldn’t drive guess he had too many drinks, and he also spilled one of those on me” he said with a shrug, oh that’s why he was shirtless huh?

“if only Deacon will find out” you murmur before sigh, pinching your nose nervously. “he will be fine, don’t ya’ worry” he said with his Manchester accent.

you take a sip from the bottle of water “have a cig?” you asked, since your sleepiness disappeared when Ghost catch you off guard. He gave you one and grab one for himself too.

you open the window and light it up turn around “stil here?” you teased him before chuckle “funny girl aith’cha?” he grinned as he take a puff of his cigarette.

“gotta’stay here until 7am, since i left my keys in my squad apartment, i don’t wanna wake up Price” he says looking out the window. “mh i understand” you said.

“like ya’ new hair” he pointed out and you rolled your hair, last week at one of the barracks party you drank that much with the rest of your squad that you passed out on the couch, and of course Rocket had the brilliant idea to bleach your hair in white.

“oh really funny” you said as you grab one of your locks and start to play with it. “nah, not lying here, telli’n the truth, withe seems ya’ color” he said and you look away feeling flattered.

“wanna give you a compliment too but seems you like to hide yourself pretty boy” you teased him and chuckle as you take another puff of the cigarette between your fingers, was he trying to flirt in some way or another? you ask at yourself.

“hmm, it’s not that i don’t like to show myself little thing, but for the safety for person like ya’, that i need to protect” he says getting closer to you, and you stay there with a puzzle look on your face.

“huh? what do you mean?” you ask “i don’t need to be protect” you said, he chuckles “i know ya’ can handle ya’ self pretty well doll, but still-“ he trailed of as he didn’t want to talk about it, you heard many voice about Ghost being a prisoner of war, but you didn’t have the guts to ask.

“mh, i appreciate then” you said pinching his arm, you could see a smile appearing on his lips “wait you have some ash here” he said cup your cheek on his palm brush away the ash of the cigarette away from you.

his palm go grab your chin, and you couldn’t help but stare at him as he got closer, your hand grab his wrist gently, you don’t want him to step back.

your faces get closer, feeling his breath mixing with yours “Ghost…” you trailed off as he pose his lips on yours in a gentle kiss, other hand on your bleached hair.

god, he needed this so bad.

“yeah? sweetheart?” he murmur on your lips “we are not supposed-“ you trailed of as another kiss got on your lips “i like you y/n, always look around to see if you are next to me” he admit, you blushed, it was the same for you, you always had a little crush for him just a little…

“thought i wasn’t your type” you murmur and chuckle “ya’ definitely ma’ type sweet thing” he said before kiss your forehead.

[scaredyspooks]

He Knows What You Need (Pt 2)

Alejandro x reader again bc I couldn't help myself (18+, PinV, in your quarters now oooo.)

Before you knew what was happening, he was in your quarters, your blouse, skirt and stockings scattered across the floor joined by his shirt and tactical pants, an utter mess strewn through your room. On your back, his large hands wrapped around your thighs, hooked under your knees, folding you in half and spreading you open. You wondered how the hell he was breathing down there, you hadn’t felt him come up for breath once, just relentlessly feasting on you. The evidence of every edge he’d pushed you over soaking his chin.

Each he got you there, with you panting beneath him, his rough palms run over your muscles, flipping you onto your front to feel over your shoulders, a soft tut escaping him.

“Still so tense, cariño…” His tone was almost mocking, and you knew he was more than happy that you weren’t fully unwound yet, that he got to keep working you.

This all happened so quickly, but deep down you knew it was bound to happen. Every time your eyes met throughout the day, you felt it. That nervous twist in your stomach, that hot tickle at the back of your neck, the way your breathing suddenly felt a lot more obvious. You couldn’t deny it, you wanted this man the moment you saw him at the coffee machine. And Christ, when he looked up and grinned like the Cheshire Cat when he caught you staring, you nearly melted into a damn puddle. It was no wonder he got you here, sobbing out needy moans of his name into your bedding.

Finally, after hours of overstimulation, he had you exactly how he wanted you. Limp, utterly spent, drooling into your pillow and laying prone beneath him, your spare pillow tucked under your hips, his nails trailing down your back until they reached the soft, plump cheeks of your arse, his fingers and thumbs digging in, kneading, spreading for his own greedy gaze. Gods, you were a mess down there by that point… Thighs glistening and trembling, skin covered in goosebumps, and without warning he thrust in to the hilt, a loud groan falling from his lips as his head fell forwards.

One hand on the small of your back, the other’s fingers tangled in your hair as he held your head down, and he took you at his own pace. Rough, hard, fast - the anticipation he’d built himself brick by brick welcoming him like a chapel to the deity he’d made of you in his mind. All you could do was whimper, too exhausted for anything louder, until his swollen tip started to kiss at your cervix with every thrust, guttural moans you didn’t think yourself capable of soaking into the downy plush beneath your head.

“Muy bien por mí, cariño… T-tan jodidamente bueno- Mierda- A-ah…” You could feel his hips stuttering, his thick cock twitching more and more in your depths, as your walls tightened and clenched, almost in a battle to keep him still. His fingers dug in, a bruising pain in your back and a sharp sting as he tugged on your hair, unable to control his grip as he buried himself in you one final time, letting out a desperate groan that broke away into breathless laughter once you’d felt him, finally felt him, let go and fill you, the warmth of his spend leaving you sated and comfortable, thankful for him staying entangled with you as he collapsed against your back, pressing wet, hot kisses to your neck and shoulders, his own body just as limp as yours.

[lizzie-harper]

wholesome aleduncan fic where alejandro has gained weight and duncan is a simp

Oneshot below cut!

Being locked in a robot suit doesn’t do wonders for the mind nor soul. Or the body. That much is evident by the way Heather is eyeing Alejandro up and down.

“Is something the matter?” He quips, looking up at her from where he lays on the massage bed.

“No!” Heather huffs, turning away from him. “I just think the whole ‘I can’t feel my legs’ things is total bullshit.”

“Alas, it is not,” Alejandro sighs before resting his chin on his hands. “Neither is the weight I’ve gained from being trapped in the robot.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” she smirks, nudging Duncan’s shin with her foot. “Have you, Duncan? It’s quite obvious.” A slight frown takes over Alejandro’s features as he looks over at Heather. He was fully aware he had gained some weight from the lack of movement, and it wasn’t something he was particularly insecure about — he was just as handsome after all — but he didn’t appreciate Heather pointing it out.

“Whatever,” Duncan rolls his eyes, stuffing his mouth with bacon. “Who cares if it’s noticeable? He’s just as much of a pretty boy as he was before.” Duncan’s words hold some bite, but they’re true. He thinks Alejandro is just as pretty, if not more so, than before the suit. He’d rather be blown to hell and back before admitting it though.

“Thank you, Duncan,” Alejandro sighs, looking up at Heather with a satisfied grin. “At least one of you has good taste.”

“Whatever man.”

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