#alejandro vargas x reader comfort

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"Por Una Cabeza"

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

my roman empire since I re-discovered this song 3 days ago

highly HIGHLY recommend listening to "Por Una Cabeza" but the Orquesta Melodias del Mundo version <3

hurt/comfort - fluff type idek - ballroom dancing

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The hum of low conversation and clinking glasses filled the grand hall, but you barely heard them. The golden glow of chandeliers cast warm light across swirling dancers, their laughter muted, distant. You stood at the bar, fingers gripping the glass, its condensation cool against your palm as you swirled the amber liquid absentmindedly.

Your mind drifted. Endless missions blurred together—each one a desperate attempt to stop a faceless enemy. Each one claiming more lives. The weight of friends lost, the strain of leadership, it all pressed down until it was hard to breathe. The silence between you and Alejandro only made it worse.

His harsh words from that last argument echoed, cutting deep even now. He’d already apologized—sincerely, more than once. He’d given you space when you needed it, his presence withdrawing until you barely saw him. A day, two, maybe more. Time had stretched thin under the weight of tension, the kind that didn’t break but smothered. Still, he waited. He always waited. He always showed in small ways that he was still there- mostly by leaving some kind of small, wrapped gift or a small note with 'I love you' carefully written on it around your shared home.

But the losses, the pain, the long nights—they were dragging you under. Alejandro was just another piece of it all, another weight on shoulders already too heavy to carry. You were tired. Tired of the fighting. Tired of running. Tired of avoiding the only person who had ever understood.

A familiar melody began to rise above the hum of conversation—a wistful, aching tune that tugged at something deep inside you. The opening strains of "Por una Cabeza" filled the air, the mournful violins cutting through the noise of the ballroom. Your chest tightened. Your song. It had played during countless quiet evenings with Alejandro, when the world outside had felt far away, and all that mattered was the way the two of you danced lightheartedly yet joyfully around the living room or kitchen.

You exhaled slowly, the weariness clinging to you like a second skin. The glass in your hand felt heavier than it should, your grip faltering for a moment before you set it down on the bar. The sound of footsteps approached—not hurried, but deliberate. Familiar. You didn’t need to look to know who it was.

"Amor."

A hand, warm and steady, extended into your peripheral vision. You glanced down at it, your breath catching. Alejandro stood beside you, silent yet resolute. His eyes, dark and searching, met yours with a quiet intensity that spoke volumes. No words passed between you—none were needed. The hand remained- it was then that you understood what he was trying to ask.

This wasn’t just a dance. It was an unspoken promise, a bridge over the chasm that had grown between you.

For a heartbeat, you hesitated. The ache in your chest warred with the comfort his presence offered. Then, slowly, almost reluctantly, you placed your hand in his. His fingers closed around yours, firm but gentle, pulling you away from the bar and toward the floor where the music swelled.

His eyes met yours, a moment of unspoken understanding passing between them. He drew you close, your bodies aligning perfectly, and the dance began.

It started slow- the music dictated your movements. Sharp, deliberate, yet fluid. Each step carried a weight beyond the dance itself. The rise and fall of the melody mirrored the rhythm of your shared history: the dizzying highs, the devastating lows, and the quiet moments in between where their bond had solidified like tempered steel.

Your dress flared as your husband turned you, your movements precise but not truly rehearsed. Your every step, every graceful extension of your leg, spoke of resilience, defiance. His steady hand on the small of your back was both a guide and a promise—unwavering, no matter how turbulent the music became.

As the violins mourned and the piano sighed, their connection seemed to transcend the confines of the room. Every pivot and pause was a memory made manifest: the times the two of you had held each other up, the moments you had fought side by side, the scars the both of you bore—visible and invisible. When the music swelled, so did your intensity.

Your movements turned sharp, her head snapping as you pivoted, as though channeling years of pain and triumph into your steps. Alejandro met you with equal energy, his strength an anchor that allowed you to burn as brightly as you dared.

The climax of the song played, and the two of you moved as one—two souls, neither leading nor following but existing together in perfect harmony. The music seemed to weep and rejoice at once, and your movements followed suit: a sudden dip, his arm cradling you with infinite care, your hand trailing over his shoulder as you rose again, your faces impossibly close but never touching.

As the final note lingered in the air, they slowed to a halt, the world around them fading into silence. You didn’t release each other right away. Your breathing, in perfect sync, was the only sound left, a quiet echo of the music’s passion.

A bond forged through ashes and blood.

Unyielding. Strong.

A fire that is burning bright no matter the storms it has to survive through.

That is the bond Alejandro promises you, as long as you're willing to stay by his side.

[brokenpieces-72]

Hear me out. I can just tell that Johnny would be a great father given how he treated Spirit before he became the older brother.

Now here's where I'm going with this. Johnny finds baby kitsune in the rubble, the aftermath of a battle. And adopts the kitsune, because he could leave the poor little fox at an orphanage.

Thank you and have a great day.

Note: This takes place in the later future so by this point Spirit is older and a proper sergeant. Sadly Horangi and Konig aren't on the same base anymore, but still keep in touch.

Kit

TW: parental death, abusive parents, mentions of child abuse and endangerment

Johnny sniffed the site thoroughly swearing there was something in the rubble. Spirit was searching herself, keeping her ears alert to the faintest of noises. Both of their ears perked hearing the sound of crying. They rushed to the sound, Johnny finding the spot with his nose. Spirit shifted immediately, getting rid of the rubble efficiently. Johnny howled to alert the search and rescue teams. As soon as Spirit saw signs of limbs under support beams her heart sank. Her ears could only detect one heart beat. The wendigo lifted the beams, revealing a sad sight.

Two parents were curled and covering their little one who was crying and trembling. Johnny and Spirit stared, wide eyed. The team extracted the parents, but they had to move quick. The rubble was starting to crumble above Spirit. Johnny shifted to his half form, picking up the little one and getting out of the way. Spirit dropped the rubble while the team tended to the parents. It wasn’t looking good as Johnny returned to human form staring off. The one thing he hated about the job was knowing how many families ended up damaged if not broken. Spirit returned to human form, taking initiative to try and revive the parents.

You clung to Johnny, still sobbing, and gripping the shredded remains of his clothes. Johnny stared with little hope as Spirit did a quick assessment of the parents. Nothing was starting their hearts. He watched from a short distance holding you to his breast as Spirit looked between the parents, checking their pulses. Johnny knew the look Spirit gave him when she looked up. Johnny held you as still as possible while she came over to give you a quick check up.

Both spirit and Johnny hadn’t had much a chance to look over you. They’d met fox hybrids before but you special. Thankfully you were also okay but they had plenty of questions. One of your parents was a fox hybrid but not you. You had fox ears and a fox tail. You had nine tails in fact.

As Spirit put her stethoscope to your chest she tried to hush you. It wouldn’t be easy especially since you’d just had maybe the most traumatizing experience some your age could have. Johnny tried to hush you as well.

“Put them closer to your heart.” Spirit urged. Johnny snapped back to reality hearing his sister say that.

“What?” Johnny said. Spirit didn’t bother explaining, instead, helped Johnny carefully adjust his arms and you, so your little fox ears could detect his heart beat. Your soft ears flicked, tickling his chest, as they picked up on Johnny’s steady beat. It didn’t take much for your body to relax as your sobs subsided. There were still some tears but you settled better.

“The parents?” Johnny asked softly. Spirit shook her head.

“Sorry sir. ‘Fraid they didna make it.” Spirit reported.

“Right, have em taken back to base. We need to contact next of kin for this wee one.”

“Like me to take em?” Spirit offered. Johnny tried to give you to his younger sister but you tried to take the remains of his shirt with you.

“I think someone’s attached.” Johnny said.

You were shown your parents. You tried to wake them up, with Johnny taking you to them. You refused to let go of him since arriving to the base until you saw your parents. You whimpered, wanting them to wake up, with Spirit and Johnny nearby. Johnny never thought something like this could break him, especially when your wet eyes landed on his.

“Up?” You asked. Johnny hated this part, but what made it worse is you couldn’t more than a year old. Johnny shook his head, sadly.

“You can say good bye still.” Spirit said, trying to offer some comfort. You looked at them, got down to hug each of them. Johnny put a hand on his sister’s shoulder, seeing her struggle with the scene as well. You gave them both a bye-bye, sniffling, tears running down your face.

You went back to Johnny, putting your hands up for uppies. At this point Johnny wasn’t going to let you face something like this alone, even with Spirit taking charge. He picked you up and took you to Spirit’s office where she tried to get more information about your family. It would take time but next of kin would be found one way or another.

When you’re put down to rest, you don’t rest. Instead you find Johnny at a table playing poker. Johnny picks up your scent and turns to see you out of bed with the other’s taking notice. You get a little scared and hide behind the doorway, you little ears twitching.

“You’re supposed to be in bed.” Johnny said.

“This the one you found in the rubble?” You heard a gravelly voice say. There’s some quiet encouragement for a mask to be removed as Johnny gets up from the table, and takes you back to your room, laying you down. There’s still a sad expression.

“Try to sleep okay?” He said. It couldn’t be easy for someone so young. Johnny got up to leave but not before making sure your eyes were closed. That doesn’t stop you though as you make your way back to the rec room, with Spirit just joining the game herself.

“Uh Johnny, ya have a shadow.” She pointed out. Johnny looked back and is impressed you got out again. Once again he took you to your room and made sure you closed your eyes. This time he waited a bit but he also had a good hand to get back to so he didn’t wait for long. Nor did you, following him back to the table. Spirit noticed you just as Johnny was apologizing for needing to leave. She can’t help but smile at your determination, and started to laugh a little when Johnny noticed you again.

“Really?” Johnny asked you, while your tails just swayed behind you.

“Johnny they’re not going to sleep any time soon.” Spirit told him, getting up this time. You let her pick you up and she sat next to Johnny who played his hand. How Gaz got a royal flush again was bs as he groaned. You reached for Johnny in Spirit’s arms. She tried to keep you in her lap but you wanted Johnny.

“Johnny I’m sorry do you mind?” Spirit asked. Of course he didn’t. You sat in his lap very nicely and smiled down at you, with you looking up.

“Hello little bugger.” He said, making you giggle. God those ears were so cute! The cards were dealt again and Johnny checked his hand. Not great. You looked at the cards yourself. A ten, a queen, an eight and a five. Be lucky to get a pair. Getting rid of the queen and five might get him somewhere but the odds weren’t great. You pointed to his cards and Johnny moved them closer. “What should I get rid of?”

You actually pointed to the cards which caught him off guard. Okay the five and the eight then. Not a lot riding on it anyways. He laid down the cards and got dealt new one. Holy shit… no fucking way.

“In or out sunshine?” The dragon said.

“I’m in.” He said. When it was time to reveal he had a king, Jack, Queen and a ten. Next round he let you choose again, and you got him another good hand. How did that happen? After the third one she shook his head. He also got called out on it, with them thinking he was cheating. Instead he focused on you, noticing you start to nod off. He put your head to his heart again and the steady rhythm lulled you to sleep.

“Looking like a proper father.” Gaz commented seeing his fellow sergeant holding you.

“Don’t joke about that.” Johnny told him.

“No I see it to.” Spirit added. “They haven’t let go of you since coming here.”

“Yeah… it’s gonna hurt when their family comes to get them.” Johnny said. By the end of the night he carried you to your bed and laid you down, fast asleep. You were so small. So precious. Simon came up behind him looking over Johnny’s soldier.

“Cute eh?” Johnny said.

“Hm.” Simon said.

It’s maybe a week or so yet that you spend time with Johnny. Everywhere he goes you’re nearby. Spirit is close by as well if only to keep you from getting into mischief.

Johnny gives you uppies and you show him your drawings, and the things you find. It could be a cool rock or a feather or even a stick. Soap is there to sit and hear you talk about whatever you have to say about it. Honestly he just wants you to feel comfortable and safe. He can’t help but take a liking to you.

At one point while he was sitting down at a briefing you found yourself wandering inside. Johnny was next to Alejandro, both of their tails swaying at rest. You were mesmerized by the patterns on Alejandro’s and you knew how fluffy Johnny’s was. You reached up and grabbed the nagual tail, which made him jump mid explaination from Price.

“Que?!” Alejandro shouted before turning to see who the culprit was. You looked up at him with bright eyes and Johnny followed suit.

“How the hell did ya get in here?” Johnny asked, kind of impressed. No one heard you come in. You were a little startled by Alejandro and hurried over to clutch at Johnny’s tail. Johnny picked you up sighing.

“Ya can’t be sneaking up on people like that.” Johnny told you. You tried to ignore him, but he made sure you listened. “Aye, look at me. Look at me. You can’t be doing that. Don’t go grabbing tails that aren’t yours unless we say so? Got that?”

You nodded, learning your lesson. Price folded his arms, still impressed with what he was seeing. Not just the very sneaky one year old but Soap acting like a father. Johnny took notice of his captain’s attention.

“Sorry Sir.” He said you were sat in his lap. Price just continued to stare debating whether to keep going or have you taken out of the room. Just in case Johnny covered your ears so you couldn’t hear any secrets. Price just shrugged and rolled his eyes continuing with the briefing.

After that Alejandro did let you play with his tail but you always, always had to ask first. Spirit also made sure to take over the guardianship when Johnny needed to be in a meeting which you complied with. You understood that sometimes Johnny was busy or needed some time for himself. When Johnny did arrive to come see you, you would stop whatever you were doing and run straight to his leg, hugging him. Spirit couldn’t help but smile, seeing her brother act so much like a father.

Johnny introduced you to Simon. You hid at first, the mask and his aura making him very scary. Since you were young, Simon sat down on the floor and took the mask off for you. Your head tilted seeing all of the scars. You got up from Johnny’s lap and stepped over to him reaching for his face. He lowered his head to let you touch him. Your little finger traced the lines freely.

Your tails swayed as you smiled at him. Your arms went around his neck and he looked at Johnny who was trying not to die from adorable you were. Simon had a feeling he knew where this was going. He didn’t hate the idea, but he knew what it could mean. Not a bad thing. Not one bit.

Then you looked back at Johnny and pointed to him, looking at Simon expectantly. “Who’s that?”

“Soup.” You said. Johnny snickered at your attempt at his call sign but thought it was adorable. Simon then asked you what his name was. “Gust.”

Gaz stepped in to retrieve Ghost and Soap and you pointed at him and said, “Gas.”

“Nice try Kit.” Gaz told you. “Soup and gust, Bunny needs to talk to you.”

“I have good news and mostly bad news.” Spirit reported. Gaz was left with you to play with and Rudy was letting the cadejos out. The white one actually let you ride on its back.

“Why do I hate this already.” Simon sighed.

“Good news is, we’ve located Kit’s next of kin.” Spirit explained. There were strings attached and Johnny just let her continue. “Except they’re barred from adopting them.”

“Barred?” Johnny asked.

“I did a little research and Kitsunes hybrids are known for good fortune if not be associated with it. Their next of kin used to have some gambling issues, and are working on getting things set up to get custody over Kit.”

“Okay but that’s a good thing.” Johnny pointed out.

“Except it means that Kit either won’t have anyone to go to if they fail, and will be sent to an orphanage. Problem is sometimes fox hybrids are mistreated, and I can only imagine what would happen to a kitsune.” Spirit continued.

“What about the program?” Simon asked.

“Those programs aren’t exactly ideal, I know first hand.” Spirit reminded him. “To top it off, they’re meant for young adults and teenagers they can’t and won’t take a kid as young as Kit.”

“What does that leave us with?” Johnny asked.

“Not a lot.” Spirit sighed. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to make hard decisions like this but it was proving to be one of the hardest. “How are they coping?”

“Well enough.” Johnny assured her. With not much else to say Simon gave Spirit and Soap some time together. They didn’t get to see each other as much since she joined search and rescue. Johnny could tell his sister was upset as well. He pulled up a chair next to hers while she got to work on more research, looking for somewhere you could be placed safely.

“Aye pup… you’re doing your best.” Johnny told her.

“They’re just so young though. Lost their parents and now they’re on a base having to learn and grow so much faster.” Spirit said, getting choked up. Johnny hugged his sister, knowing how she felt.

You were learning more phrases and words as you continued to spend time with the other members of the task force. Some names you could pronounce no problem like Rudy and bunny. Others were easy enough for the others to understand like Soup, Gust, and Gas. Johnny’s favourite is when you see Price because you try so hard. You either say “day-gone” or just go “RAWR” while trying to impersonate a dragon. Price also finds it precious cause you’ll try to scare him with it.

During a full moon Simon took you out to see Johnny shift completely. He had a bit more control by now so the wolf approached you. Simon helped you get comfortable with Johnny, letting you pet him. You shied away a few times but gave a big smile. Johnny's wolf laid down for you and Simon let you approach on your own. He licked your face making you giggle. "Puppy!"

You shifted yourself, showing off your own tricks. Johnny isn't surprised, he sort of expected you could be a shifter. He touched his nose to yours and once you got his scent you started hopping around him. You definitely deserve a family of your own but what concerned him the most was the aftermath. Ear muffs, closed doors and quick showers kept you in the dark to the bad stuff on base.

You're a kid though. You don't deserve to deal with adult shit yet. He moved closer, when you started to climb on Johnny, not wanting you to fall off. You turned back into a human and scooted yourself closer to Johnny's head, before laying down and wrapping your arms around his neck. You ended up falling asleep on top of him.

"It's not a good idea to send the kid over here anyway." Horangi pointed out. Spirit looked up from her papers to the video call on the laptop. She'd contacted Horangi, hoping he may be able to point her in a good direction. That and to say hi to König. Sadly there was more to be worried about then finding some place to take you in until your next of kin could reapply for custody.

"How do you mean?" Spirit asked.

"There's a reason Kitsune hybrids are relatively rare. In countries like China and Japan they are considered morally ambiguous, but in Korea they are highly considered evil. They're often the last to be adopted from what I've heard, if they're adopted at all. Some might even go too far." Horangi explained, not wanting to elaborate, not that he needed too. Spirit sighed, disheartened. Spirit checked her mug to see if there was anything in it for the fifth or tenth time, and was yet again disappointed. "Sorry kid, I know it doesn't really help."

"No it does. It tells me where not to send them." Spirit said, crossing out every shelter and orphanage in Korea on her list.

"I need to head out, Leo wants to do some sparring tonight." Horangi said, stretching in his chair.

"Oh is that all?" Spirit teased. Horangi smug grin told her exactly what kind of sparring those two would be up to. "Good night."

Spirit sat back and flipped through the pages listing the the systems and charities she had contacted and researched. She rubbed her eyes just as Price stepped inside.

"Sergeant how long have you been in here?" Price asked, concern in his voice.

"Too long and with many hours to go." Spirit said. Price came over, and noticed the empty mug wondering how long it had been since a refill. He should've guessed she would take something like this personally. Hell, she took almost every case personally when it came to relocating little ones. This case just hit a little closer to home.

"Sergeant, report to the mess hall, you need to eat something. After that take a rest. The will is being reviewed to find god parents, and that little minx isn't going anywhere." Price said. Spirit nodded, her eyes drifting closed as he spoke. Price offered her his arm to lead her there.

"Kit? Kit!" Johnny called, but tried to keep his voice down. He looked away for one minute and suddenly you vanished! If he couldn't find you, Spirit would kill him. Hell, he was giving himself grief for losing you.

Out of the corner he notices some familiar tails behind a crate. Oh thank goodness. He came over and looked behind the crate. Then POOF! Gone. Johnny's brain needs a minute to realize what happened. Definitely should have read the file on Kistunes. Okay, so he had to follow your scent then. That he could do.

Johnny was led out to the hallway, following your scent. You had to be somewhere. Of course your scent would lead him to his little sister though. Johnny went very quiet as Spirit stared him down. She didn't say anything but looked at him expectantly. "Pup I can expla-"

"Johnny?" Spirit said. Johnny turned and saw his sister, exhausted and Price next to her. Wait... how was she there? She was right in front of him. Johnny looked back and instead of his sister he found you, with a big proud grin on your face. That explained why Spirit didn't quite smell like herself.

"Got you got you!" You chimed as Johnny scooped you up.

"Yeah ya did ya rascal." Johnny teased, tickling your belly. Spirit and Price watched as Johnny gave you a small talk about being more careful when using your abilities. He doesn't want you getting into stuff you shouldn't. Spirit was certainly more at ease, knowing that at the very least you were in good hands. Before leaving for the mess hall, she gave Johnny the kitsune file.

You'd been there for maybe a month or so now. No god parents but the next of kin got enough yellow tape cut to get custody. Johnny should be relieved, and he was, but it was sad to see you go. It didn't stop him from spending plenty of time with you. Actually most of the team does when they can. Alejandro lets you play with his tail while going pver paperwork and the white cadejo doesn't mind horsey rides. You would ask Gaz for uppies when he was holding you, which meant you wanted to fly. No more than maybe three feet. Price gave in to your scare attempts to humour you. You made Ghost a new mask, which he only wore on base. Spirit looked after you anytime Johnny couldn't, and took you on small hikes and exploring the surrounding environment.

You're told in advance, a few times so then it won't be too much of a shock. The first time you were told you hugged Johnny and said "dada". Spirit couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a hurt smile on her brother's face. “Nah. Not dada. If you want though I’ll come visit ya.”

By this point Spirit had made sure you had some clothes, and a few things of your own to take with you the same as she had. Johnny came to help pack your things and you give him a small plushie you were found with. Johnny put it in your pack and you took it out, holding it up to him. Johnny tried to refuse, but you started to make a fuss. It would be nice to have something close for himself. Something to remember you by. He ruffled your hair thanking you for it.

“Johnny?” Spirit said poking her head in. Johnny’s smile held strong, despite knowing what was coming next. You knew as well. You had to say good bye but you didn’t want to. Johnny was adamant on trying to kick and scream your way out of it though. Instead you tugged the hand still on your head and tried to dragged him with you. Your feet just skidded across the floor, while Johnny rolled his eyes.

"Alright," Johnny said, standing up, "I'll come see ya off."

Johnny held your hand and carried the little back pack of your stuff. The little toy was riding in his pocket. You walked outside with him, wanting to stop a few times. You didn't want to say good bye. You do a couple times, trying to go back to the base. Johnny reminded you that everything would be fine, and that he would still come visit when he could. This wasn't good bye forever. There are tears, but you continue on, following Spirit to your new guardians.

When you got outside Spirit spoke with two adults, claiming to be your aunt and uncle. The two people looked familiar but something wasn't right. Johnny gave them the bag with your things in it. Then he noticed something odd. You were squeezing his hand, tightly. When he looked down at you, you were staring at the two strangers who were getting a briefing of the details from Spirit. They were trying to move her along, nodding and trying to get her to cut to the chase. Spirit kept glancing over at you, interrupting herself as she tried to get her points out to the guardians. These two were familiar, but not in a good way. You remembered shouting, but not much else. A few flashes of your parents getting into a fight with them.

"It's all...um..." Spirit finally looked at you and saw your wide eyes, about to hand over the file containing your information. Johnny was tensed as well, not liking how the interaction was going. Suddenly the file was taken from Spirit's hand, before she could give it to them.

"Come on sweetie, let's take you home now." The woman said. She reached for your hand but you shook your head. "I know you don't want to say good bye, but they have work to do. Now let's go."

You barked at the woman, ears flattening and your tails are up and straight. You were bearing your fangs too. Despite her initial surprise the woman maintained her sweet facade. "Sweetie I know it's hard but-"

"This is getting silly, y/n, come. We shouldn't be bothering these people anymore." The male said, his voice more firm. You growled at him, and when the woman tried to reach for you, you snap at her hand. Her partner didn't like that, storming over. "Y/N! You don't bite people! Especially your aunt!"

The man took your arm by force, wrenching it out of Johnny, who only let go to not hurt you. Your 'uncle' had a tight grip, but Johnny's was tighter. Johnny got hold of your uncle's arm, and didn't hesitate to squeeze, staring him down. Johnny spoke slowly. "Let. Go. Now."

The man did, and so did Johnny while the woman tried to plead with you to go with them nicely, her words turning colder and her tone, more frantic. Spirit wasn't having it, and her suspicions about your elevated heart rate were proven true when you hid behind Johnny's leg. Johnny picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, while the two humans started to make frantic excuses. Spirit asked them to come inside the base, requesting them to look over the custody papers to ensure everything was signed correctly. Johnny was grateful for you looking away, because when they tried to weasel their way out of going inside, Spirit lifted her poncho just enough to show her side arm.

The humans were in fact your aunt and uncle, but it turned out your parents had fled from them when you were born. Your aunt and uncle didn't take kindly to the fact you were a kitsune. For the rest of the day you clung to Johnny, and he went about his day waiting until the humans were properly arrested and dealt with. Spirit told him when it was safe to leave the room.

Bright side, you were safe and two nut cases were completely barred from any foster/adoption system. Down side, Spirit had to find a placement for you and there were very few she felt comfortable sending you to. Throughout the day Johnny took you around, wanting to calm you down. Anytime he tried to set you down, you would start shouting no. Johnny found himself pacing and holding you to his heart beat yet again, if only to lay you down for a nap. Poor thing.

When Johnny finally did he came out to find Gaz who recognized the slow closing door. Kyle heard what happened, the whole team did. He kept his voice down to not wake you. “How are they?”

“They’re scared. Poor thing.” Johnny said. He pinched the bridge of his noise, leaning back against the wall. Lost your parents, raised on a base and then reunite with an aunt and uncle who were convinced you were a demon. Johnny tried to focus on the happier moments, while Kyle went with him to get something to eat. You were younger than Spirit when she first arrived, but you were so brave. Intelligent for your age but he learned it was to be expected with kitsune hybrids. Kyle pulled Johnny’s mind out of the rut it was in.

“What’s that?” Kyle asked pointing to Johnny pocket. Johnny looked down noticing he hadn’t returned the toy to you. He took it out, and stared at it, stopping in his tracks. It wasn’t very big, fitting in his palm easily. It was one of the few things you had on you, aside from your own clothes. Thinking about it, Johnny realized it was the only thing you had that belonged to you. Yet you wanted him to have it. He thought back to you calling him dada. It felt good hearing that.

“The only thing they had.” Johnny said answering Kyle’s question. Kyle knew that look on Johnny’s face, and he should have guessed this would happen. He smiled at Johnny.

When you woke up, Johnny was sitting next to your bed. He handed you the plushie back, but you wouldn’t have it. “I don’t need it.”

“For you.” You insisted. Johnny smiled.

“Kit, do you like it here?” Johnny asked. You thought about it and nodded.

“You want a family?” Johnny asked. Again you nodded.

“Can I be your family?” Johnny asked. You got on your knees and reached up to hug him around the neck. You nuzzled into his shoulder and Johnny just laughed. Then he heard you mumble, “dada” into his neck, your tails swishing around.

“Yeah Kit. I’ll be your dada. May not always be around, but I’ll do my best.” Johnny said.

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[sharksnshakes]

Just A Scratch - Alejandro Vargas

You pull your stitches when getting a late night glass of water. Alejandro's up, too, and insists on giving you a hand.

A/N; okay so this can be romantic or platonic it's up to you. reader is gn as per usual. anyways i love alejandro and so should you

Wordcount; 470

TW; brief mention and description of injury, mentions of blood, improper use of a kitchen sink </3

It's just past two in the morning when you hear the kitchen door creak open.

You're huddled by the sink, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, your hair mussed and wild and still damp from the shower. Tears bead in your eyes. Vision blurred, you turn around to see whoever's interrupting your impromptu first aid session.

"You're hurt."

Alejandro stands in the doorway. He'd been running the mission with you, had seen the attacker slash at your shoulder with the knife, had seen the medics stitch you back up on the ride home.

"I thought you had been fixed?" He asks, arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe.

"Tore my stitches," you grit out, taking short, sharp breaths. "Medics are sleeping. Didn't wanna wake 'em."

"You realize that taking care of you is their job, yes?"

You wave a dismissive hand, return your attention to your injured shoulder.

Alejandro sighs. The floor creaks under his feet as he steps closer, coming to a stop at your side. He leans against the countertop, glances at your arm. Then to the glass you'd plucked from the upper shelf of a nearby cabinet, the door still wide open, just as you'd left it.

"This is probably so unsanitary," you laugh, vision blurry with tears. "Fuck."

"Eh, I do not know about that." Alejandro gestures to the fridge. "It is still full of protein bars. Not an egg, a fruit, or a piece of meat in sight."

You laugh again, sniffling slightly.

"Cariña," Alejandro says quietly, "Please. Let me help you."

"I'm fine."

"You are clutching your arm like it will fall off if you let go. I would not call that... what did you say? Fine?"

"Can handle it by myself."

"Ah, but just because you can do something on your own does not mean you should."

You fall quiet for a moment.

"You are stubborn," Alejandro continues, "And that is a good thing to be. Tonight, though, you may want to reconsider."

"You're one to talk," you mumble, staring into the sink.

"Which is why you should take me seriously." He shifts, turning to face you with a pointed expression. "It is not easy for me to see you like this."

You exhale, pulling the towel away from your arm. "I know."

"You do not have to do this alone."

"I know."

"So don't," he urges.

After a moment's hesitation, you groan in defeat, holding the bloodied towel out to Alejandro, silently giving him permission to tend to you. If he's bothered by the blood on the cloth, he doesn't show it, taking it from you and reaching past you to wring out some of the blood and rewet the towel.

"Thanks," you mutter.

He begins to clean the wound, fingertips gentle and warm on your skin. "Any time, cariña."

[lazybutsmexy]

Infused Masterlist

Alejandro Vargas x f!Reader (callsign Avispa)

Mate is a traditional South-American, caffeine-rich, infused herbal drink. Argentinian costumes dictate that, depending on the additives or the way in which it’s served, one can send secret messages using mate.

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, dr!g use, minor character death.

Prologue: Heat the water to 90°C

Chapter 1: Mate with tea: Disgust

Chapter 2: Mate amargo: Indiference

Chapter 3: soon

Taglist

Ko-fi

[2kiran]

“COD MEN REACTING TO YOU COMING OUT AS GENDERFLUID”

characters simon “ghost” riley. john “soap” mactavish. john “bravo six” price. könig. alejandro vargas. keegan p. russ genre fluff cw lowercase typing. slight hurt/comfort. suggestive dialogues. mentions of homophobia. implied violence. swearing. google translated language.

simon riley

• he's really really confused

• he knows about the Igbtq+ community as he’s seen people of the same gender on the base giving romantic affection to each other

• he just doesn’t know what it means

• after you explain it to him, he blinks a few times and goes like “oh”

• he doesn’t mean it in a bad way, he just doesn’t care about that very much

• he’s supportive and protective of you, if anyone badmouths you he’s already beating their ass

• if you’re already dating him, he immediately accepts you

• “that’s fine with me as long as you’re comfortable with who you are.” he would tell you as he holds your hand

• if you’re crying while telling him, he would try his best in comforting you by giving you an awkward pat on the back

• he’d research more about your gender and the community

• he’d ask you which name or pronouns you’re identifying with almost everyday just to make sure he doesn’t offend you

• “that's my boy/girl/lover”, “atta boy/girl/love”, and “good boy/girl/love”

• he tries to refer to you neutrally, just in case

• “mmhf, you’re s’good to me.”

• “k-keep goin’, love.”

john mactavish

• he has probably heard about it at least once

• he’s curious, so he might’ve stumbled across some information about it

• “that’s nice.” he smiles at you

• he’s really supportive of you

• if you’re already dating him, he’ll tell you “you’re my lover and nothing’s gonna change that.” and pulls you closer to him

• if you’re crying while telling him, he tries to crack a joke to make you feel better and tells you that it’s completely okay with him

• “yer s’ cute!” he'll exclaim while squishing your cheeks once you’ve calmed down

• he’ll remember which name or pronouns you identified with last week and attempts to find a pattern like it’s some kind of mystery and he's trying to solve it

• “i can’t believe i’m your boyfriend!” you caught him speaking to himself, well, more like a picture of you on his phone

• definitely giggles when seeing a photo of you, in an appreciative way

• begins to be curious about his own identity

• “wait... so what’s my sexuality? pansexual? or–”

• has his own identity crisis

• he’d spend his time locked in his room trying to figure it out

• after thinking about his identity for so long, he starts to say the stupidest shit

• “wait... what if... i’m not soap? am i even john mactavish?! what is happening?!”

• he nearly gets a panic attack because of that

• he also says corny pick up lines

• “hey, are yer a cupcake? 'cause yer so sweet.” with a wink

• “can’t believe i didn’t make ya do this t’me sooner, hah.”

• “ya taste s'good, mmph.”

john price

• he’d also be confused at first

• “i’m proud of you.” he’d say while having a loving smile painted on his lips

• very supportive

• he’d attempt to help you be more comfortable with your gender

• immediately researches once he gets to his office

• frequently compliments you

• if you’re already dating him, he just accepts you with kisses pressed onto your face

• if you’re crying while telling him, he’ll immediately pull you into a hug and telling you that there’s nothing wrong with that and that it’s okay

• when you’re feeling masculine, he’d go “just me or you’re a lot handsome today?”

• when you’re feeling feminine, he’d go “i got you this. it's pretty, just like you.”

• when you’re feeling more neutral, he’d go “you look very amazing, as always.”

• protective of you, he’s already tasing the people who badmouthed you

• he shows you off, especially to laswell

• “that’s my lover right there.” he boasts proudly. laswell responds with, “i get it, price. go do your own work.”

• “fuck, love. right there.”

• ”ah, you're g-gonna be the– mm... death of me.”

könig

• “huh?”

• poor könig is afraid that he’ll misgender you

• spends his entire night researching about it

• he’ll frequently ask you what you’re identifying with

• he’s trying his best

• you have the extremely tall scary dog privilege whenever you’re with him

• cusses people out in german when they shit talk you

• people are scared of him, so they’ll whisper to each other about you but könig still manages to hear them

• guess who’s got a bloody nose? neither you nor könig!

• bingo! it’s the shit talkers. they'll hide in the infirmary away from you and könig

• if you’re already dating him, he nods along and tells you “that’s nice, mein schatz. what are you.. uh, identifying with currently?” ( my darling )

• if you’re crying while telling him, he immediately tries to comfort you but he doesn’t know what to exactly do to help

• “w-what? it’s okay! that’s great!?” he waves his hands around in panic

• he’s baffled on what to say and do but he’s got the spirit

• he calls you pet names in german

• könig is a proud boyfriend

• he isn’t very poetic, but he tries his best to write poems for you

• he just wants to be romantic for you

• “you look very handsome... like you always are, i-i mean.”

• “beautiful... i mean! uh... you! yeah, i- you're very beautiful.”

• “woah- sorry, sorry! you're just very eye catching.”

• “ah, mein gott. s-slow down, bitte.” (my god) (please)

• “b..bitte! hör nicht auf.”(p..please! don’t stop.)

alejandro vargas

listens intently

definitely a sweetheart

he knows about it because some of the people at his base are also apart of the community

“thank you for telling me, mi corazón.” ( my heart )

he’s really proud of you for coming out

buys you your favorite food

if you’re already dating him, you most likely would’ve came out to him during a date with him or just a stroll near the base

if you’re crying while telling him, he immediately wraps his arm around your shoulders and shushes you, both of you end up just sitting down

he wipes your tears away with the back of his hand

you sobbed more because he was so sweet to you

hands you his handkerchief to wipe away your snot and tears

“you’re just as amazing as ever, mi amor. don’t let anybody say otherwise.” ( my love )

ensures that you’re comfortable

death glares anyone who seems to want to talk badly about you

feel free to use his rank as a way to scare people off because he uses it against them too

“if anyone talks bad about you, you tell them that you’ll tell colonel vargas about it and that he won’t be tolerative about the situation.”

he gets really curious about it sometimes so expect to be bombarded with questions every now and then

“tell me i’m doing good, please, mi vida?” ( my life )

“d-demasiado, cariño. ay dios mío. hng– se siente tan bien. mierda.” ( t-too much, sweetheart. oh my god. hng– feels so good. fuck. )

keegan p. russ

literally does not care

he’d say “good for you?” in a questioning tone because in his head you’re acting like he asked you

you most likely came out to him while he was cleaning his gun

“keegan, i’m genderfluid.” he glances at you, “ok.” then he focuses on whatever he was doing again, “that’s it?” you were confused, “i got something to do, kid.”

it wasn’t obvious at first that he supported you

you just thought that he was neutral about it

until a rookie on base looked at you in disgust when you corrected them about your gender and you’ve never seen keegan more pissed off

multiple people along with their comrades pried keegan off of the rookie who had offended you

“you look at ‘em like that again and i’ll fuckin’ blow your head off.”

you stood there frozen, brain only functioning again when he said that

you didn’t expect keegan to be protective of you like that

if you’re already dating him, he’ll genuinely listen to you while you explain what it means

if you’re crying while telling him, he’ll unintentionally gawk at you while trying to comprehend what you’re saying before he puts his hand on your back

he doesn’t mean to be rude, he just doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say

suddenly recalls that you came out to him one night then he started doing research

he would definitely surprise you with “hey, what’re your pronouns?” leaving you puzzled

bombards you with questions randomly

“sweetheart, please move.”

“please just touch me already.”

[gloomwitchwrites]

Monster (S)mash - Task Force 141 x Female Reader - Porn Star AU

Content & Warnings: Porn Star AU, group sex, oral sex (male & female receiving), unprotected piv, cnc, restraints, anal sex, double penetration, haunted houses, masks, knifeplay, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: For Kinktober 2024 (Group Sex)

On the set of Monster (S)mash, the monsters come out to play. It's your first themed porn film and it's set in a haunted house. You're eager. Excited. But you've never taken something like this on before. You're filming with four of the greatest names in porn, and you don't want to mess this up.

ao3 // main masterlist // kinktober 2024 masterlist

"Would you like to review the scene? Go over boundaries again?"

Kate Laswell, the Intimacy Coordinator, takes a seat on the opposite couch.

"I'd like a refresh," replies Johnny. "Now that I'm in character." He grins, gesturing at himself, and you almost laugh at how ridiculous he looks.

Johnny MacTavish, known in the industry for his many creampie videos, is dressed as a crazed clown with a red wig and exaggerated makeup. His clothing is nothing more than a black industrial vinyl apron covering up the important bits. Kyle Garrick, a connoisseur of the cam world, sits next to him in a fresh white robe with a Jason Voorhees mask sitting on top of his head, the elastic band digging into his skin behind his ears.

Kyle taps away at his phone. "I should go before you, mate." Kyle glances up and winks at you. "Since I’m up first."

You feel heat rush to your cheeks. Kyle is incredibly handsome—all four of them are—but Kyle has a gentle swagger that flusters you a bit every time he addresses you. The two others, John Price and Simon Riley, are still in the makeup tent transforming into a werewolf and a demon.

While you've been on various porn sets, this one is far more complex than previous films you've been a part of. Monster (S)mash is set in a "haunted house." You'll go room to room, each containing one of the four men before it ends with the five of you partaking in each other. Filming is expected to take all day and possibly into the next.

Kate finds a comfortable spot on the sofa and addresses the two of you. "Your scene takes place in a forest with a cabin. They'll be a fake machete. We're looking at knife play. Some c-n-c. A bit of a chase. What do you think about that?"

Kyle shrugs and then glances at you. "Sounds fun. I'm excited. But it's what you want." He gazes at you expectantly.

You shrug. "What we talked about during our meeting yesterday is good with me."

Kyle nods. "I remember."

"And we know the safe word and the non-verbal signal in case anyone needs to stop?" asks Kate.

"Apple," says Johnny.

"Three fingers with a wrist shake for non-verbal," adds Kyle.

Kate smirks. "And what if someone is restrained and cannot shake their hand?"

"Then three fingers will do," you finish.

She smiles, clearly content with that answer. "Very good." She clasps her hands and then pushes up from the couch. "My assistant and I will be standing off to the side watching and listening for a signal."

Rodolfo, the director’s personal assistant pops his head in. “We’re ready for the first scene.”

Kyle groans as he stands, returning the Jason mask to its proper place. The robe is gone and tossed onto the sofa beside Johnny. Kyle is completely naked underneath it all. You follow him out, robe still on.

"Head that way to mark," Rodolfo says to Kyle and then he gestures at you, beckoning you closer. "Stand here."

You find your mark and then remove your robe, handing it off to Rodolfo who politely keeps his gaze averted. Unlike Kyle who wears nothing, you're in a skimpy black thong that's more string than material.

“Quiet on set!” comes Alejandro Vargas’ voice from the director’s area. He’s standing behind a monitor, watching whatever is coming through on the camera.

There's some minor rustling before all goes silent.

"On three...two...one."

You stand just outside the entrance of the fake haunted house. Taking a deep breath, you count to three. Glancing over your shoulder, you deliberately stare off-camera, and then head inside. The camera moves forward as you walk, focusing in on the makeshift sign.

You will be touched, carried, restrained, played with...

The camera lingers on the sign for a few seconds before following you into the dark.

"Cut!" Alejandro calls out. "Let's hold there. Get her to mark two."

Rodolfo appears, gesturing toward the first "room" of the haunted house.

Each set is separated by curtains. With the lights on, it looks a bit silly, but during filming and post-production editing, no one will know that these scenes weren't filmed in an actual haunted house attraction.

As you step up to your mark, a tingle of excitement swells in your belly. You've always found your job fun and enjoyable, but this is the first themed film you've attempted. While the film crew and intimacy coordinator have solid reputations in the industry, the four men you're working alongside are known for their decency, politeness, and general kindness when working with others. During yesterday's meetings, they were incredibly focused, asking questions, and spent extra time wanting to know and remember your boundaries and limitations.

When you first started out, that was unheard of. You’d show up to set and hope for the best. Discussions about limitations and boundaries were few and far between.

"Going on three...two...one."

You enter the first room.

It's arranged to resemble the front of a cabin in the middle of the woods near a lake. The cabin is just a facade anchored onto a wall while blue lighting creates water-like ripples off the front of the cabin. The path to the "exit" is lined with two folding chairs, a metal picnic table, and a makeshift campfire with fake flame included. Ambient nature sounds play in the background, but it's only loud enough to create an unsettling atmosphere.

Slowly, you step around the two folding chairs and walk past the picnic table, glancing around in feigned nervousness as if danger lurks around every corner. That danger is just Kyle in his Jason mask.

As if summoned by your thoughts, Kyle appears. Standing near the makeshift exit, he is completely naked other than the mask and the machete clenched in his right fist. You freeze, holding up your hands in a placating gesture.

Kyle rolls his shoulders and neck. You hear the audible pop from where you're standing. He saunters forward, turning the machete handle end-over-end in his palm. Though you know the machete is fake, and that Kyle won't harm you, your fight-or-flight response kicks in. It fuses with your excitement and underlying arousal, sending your senses into overdrive. Your vision narrows, focusing on Kyle as he swaggers toward you.

"No," you whisper, backing toward the spot you entered from.

Kyle lunges, and you shriek, turning on your heel to dodge out of the way.

Spreading his arms wide, Kyle blocks your way forward. You step to the left and he matches your movement, the machete blade outstretched. While the two of you discussed this scene with the intimacy coordinator, the chase is entirely improvised. You don't know what Kyle will do or how he'll eventually trap you. The idea is thrilling, warming your body with heightened anticipation.

Stepping around the edge of the picnic table, you aim to dart around him on the right side. Kyle leaps over the fake flames and lands in your path. He swings the machete and you duck. The blade is nothing more than rubber, and his aim is purposefully wide.

As you turn away, Kyle follows, his stride casual and calm. It's infuriatingly sexy how sure of himself he is. And somehow, you're flustered by him, even as you try to make for the exit.

But there is no escape—and it's not like you want to get away from him.

Kyle's muscled arm catches you by the stomach. He hauls you against his chest, even as you wiggle and squirm, lashing out as if that will do anything. His strength is apparent in the way he confidently keeps you close, unafraid that you might accidentally clip his jaw with your knuckles.

The camera moves in as he brings the machete up to your throat, pressing the rubber blade against your jugular.

"Stop moving," he growls, the mask muffling the sound.

You cease your squirming, both hands grasping his forearm. The edge of the mask digs into the side of your face, and his hard cock presses roughly against your back.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" he asks. The low gruffness in his voice sends a bolt of heat straight to your pussy.

You whimper, but say nothing.

Kyle lightly slaps the inside of your upper thigh. "Answer me."

"I'll be good," you gasp, the sting of his strike causing your muscles to clench, ass bucking into his pelvis.

"You'll be what?" This time he squeezes your thigh.

"A good girl."

He makes a pleased sound as the machete falls away and his arm releases you. Grabbing the back of your neck, Kyle uses his grip to turn you around, to force you to look at his face. With the mask, all you can see are his eyes. They're in shadow, but fuck, they're gorgeous.

With a final squeeze, Kyle forces you to your knees. His cock bobs in front of your face. Your lips part, but Kyle keeps a firm grip, allowing nothing. He is in control.

Your gaze is entirely focused on him. You have no idea where the camera is, and there is no point in looking. It's not your concern.

"Wider," he instructs, and you present your mouth to him, tongue out. "That's it."

The head of his cock taps against your tongue and then slides back and forth over its surface, teasing what's to come.

You want it. You want him.

Kyle's hand moves from the back of your neck to the top of your head. He fists your hair there, and then guides your mouth around his cock, forcing you to take every inch of him. The cool rubber of the machete presses against your neck. Your hands rise, anchoring yourself by grasping the front of his bare thighs.

You hold on as he fucks your throat. Keeping your gaze on the mask, you relax your muscles, focusing on not gagging. Kyle is more length than girth, and the head of his cock roughly hits the back of your throat with each stroke.

"That's a good girl," he rasps. "My perfect slut."

The praise is wonderful. Perfect. You hold on to it, humming with contentment around him, the vibrations making him shiver. In your peripheral, you notice the glint of a camera lens but you don't glance over. You focus on Kyle, and how eager you are to get both of you off.

Kyle is rough but not overly slow. He's careful not to go too far. His movements are restrained but controlled, and that only turns you on more. One of your hands slips between your thighs and you find yourself blissfully wet.

You circle your clit and then dive downward to slip one finger, and then two, inside your pussy. Repeating the motions only builds the oncoming orgasm like a viper hidden in a pile of leaves, waiting to strike.

"Are you fucking yourself with your fingers?" Kyle's question isn't meant to be answered. It's rhetorical. He knows you are. He can see it.

With his cock in your mouth, you're unable to answer. One watery tear rolls down your cheek and Kyle lightly taps the machete blade against your throat.

"Not being a good girl. Didn't tell you to do that."

The machete disappears. Using his grip on the top of your head, Kyle guides your mouth off and away with a wet pop. He drags you to your feet, and as you move to run from him, Kyle presses the tip of the machete against your stomach.

"Get on the table," he growls. "Now."

You glance over your shoulder briefly to figure out where it is. The path is clear—just a few steps and you're on it. Kyle prods you with another poke of the machete.

Moving backward, you eventually bump into the edge of the table. Kyle does not help you up but the top is just below hip-level. You get on easily.

"On your back. Legs spread."

The command in his tone is undeniable. You do exactly as Kyle says. The camera is directly behind him, following his forward advance. Kyle wraps his hand around your ankle and tugs, dragging you to the very edge until you're close to falling off.

Without ceremony or elegance, he tears away your thong and tosses it aside. Kyle lines himself up and thrusts.

"Fucking hell," he groans.

You moan loudly, toes curling as your pussy takes all of him. The stretch is just enough to hurt but entirely euphoric.

Kyle slams the machete down onto the table next to you. In seconds, he has one hand over the front of your throat and the other on your inner thigh, keeping you wide as he drives in and out of your body.

This is where he's roughest, and you don't care at all. It's delicious. Glorious. From this angle you can watch every corded muscle shiver as he moves.

And the eye contact.

Kyle won't stop looking at you. His gaze is firm. Heavy. You are trapped by it as much as by his strength. His hand on your inner thigh slides further inward until he's almost on your pelvis. The camera shifts to point directly at where your bodies meet just as Kyle's thumb starts rubbing slow circles around your clit.

The building orgasm shivers outward, stretching into your limbs. A sense of numbness comes with it, as if you're floating above your body. It lingers there at the heightened apex before crashing down around you.

Your body tenses—seizes. Kyle groans, continuing to thrust through it. His thumb keeps stroking, and the intensity continues, wave after wave flooding through your system until you near overstimulation.

Kyle's thrusting increases, a pounding rhythm that signals his coming end.

"Fuck," he groans, hand around your throat tightening slightly.

The fingers on your thigh dig in, and Kyle stills, his sigh a gentle rainfall. You feel your pussy flood with warmth as his release hits him. You see the shudder, watch as his eyelids close behind the mask, and the keen pulse of his veins in his arms.

Kyle thrusts once. Twice. And then with a heavy sigh, grasps the base of his cock, stroking it as he slowly eases out. The camera comes into view, panning inward to catch the sight of his cum. Kyle keeps you still, gaze lingering on you. He's waiting for the camera's retreat.

Just as it backs away, Kyle's grip on you loosens. You're the pretend, helpless victim no longer.

Gripping the machete, you strike out. Kyle avoids your terrible swing, and that gives you your change. Off the table and onto the floor, you rush toward the exit, not looking back though you hear his enraged growl and the swoosh of air as he lunges for you.

You disappear, nearly stumbling into the next room as the director calls for the end of the scene.

"Cut!"

You catch yourself before falling forward, a little breathless. Poking your head out from behind the curtain, the set team comes rushing in, moving objects out.

"Let's set the next scene."

As you step out, Rodolfo and someone from the makeup department rush in. You're offered your robe which you politely decline but accept the water.

"You good, love?" Kyle approaches, removing his mask, gaze expectant and observing.

"Yeah. I'm good," you reply, taking another gulp of water.

His observation isn't one of keen interest but one of concern. He's checking you over. Making sure he didn't harm you.

"I didn't hurt you?"

You're a little sore but it feels good. "No," you answer. "Promise. I'm fine."

He grins, relief clear on his face. "Thought I might have been too much."

You shake your head. "Not at all."

Rodolfo checks his watch. "Ready for the next scene? Or would you like a break?"

You cap the water and hand it to him. "I can handle it."

He nods. "Be ready in five."

After a bathroom break, a brief touch-up, and a gentle cleanse between the thighs, you're herded to the next mark.

"We're going in ten...nine..."

Your robe is removed and water whisked away. The camera is somewhere in the room already, ready for you to step out from behind the curtain.

"...three...two...one."

You emerge, knowing that this might be the scene you need to call a stop to. Not that it'll be Johnny's fault, but the place is absolutely ghastly.

It's set up like a meat processing warehouse. The room is bathed in red light. Fake bodies wrapped up in cloth hang from the ceiling along with a few hooks on chains. There are two "exits" covered in plastic strip curtains. One is a true exit and the other is where Johnny is supposed to emerge from, but you have no idea which.

The camera follows your forward movements as you navigate around the hanging set pieces. Against the wall is a stainless-steel table. On it are bloody body parts all haphazardly stacked on top of each other.

As you make it to the middle of the room, Johnny appears—not that you see him. You don't notice him at all. It isn't until he revs the chainsaw he's holding that you do. It startles you so bad that you stumble backward into a fake body, almost tripping on your own foot.

Johnny charges forward, much faster than Kyle. The hanging bodies, hooks, and chains are in the way. You try to push them aside, to run as you're supposed to, but it hampers your movement.

Johnny catches you quickly.

Cornering you between a trio of hanging bodies, Johnny circles the space, revving the chainsaw as he walks. There is no chain on it, but he doesn't point it at you. He keeps it pointed away from his body and yours.

Transferring the chainsaw to one hand, Johnny snags your upper arm, dragging you against him. You beat at his chest, the vinyl apron slippery when your skin makes contact. Nothing happens. Johnny is solid.

With his grip on your arm, Johnny hauls you toward the body-covered table. He sets the chainsaw down and then both hands are on you. Spinning you around to face him, you attempt to fight him off even as he restrains you, attaching handcuffs to your wrists with ease.

“Let me go!” you shriek, but Johnny only laughs. It’s manic and high—completely deranged. It’s wonderful acting. You’ll give him that.

With a sharp tug on the connecting chain, Johnny sends you stumbling. He steps out of the way, his hand coming down on your ass with a sharp slap. You yelp but manage not to fall. The smirk on his face tells you everything. He’s loving this.

You attempt to strike out at him but Johnny is so much stronger.

Using his massive, muscled arms, Johnny wrestles for control, winning easily. You’re herded to the center of the room. At one of the hooks, Johnny lifts your arms over your head, hooking the connecting chain on the nearest one.

Everything stretches, but it’s not painful. It's a good stretch and just enough to keep you on your feet but appear as if you're hanging in the air. It's a great trick. You're on full display for the camera and for Johnny.

You’re facing away from Johnny, and you have no idea where the camera is. All you’re aware of is your breathing, and the swelling tightness in your muscles as the stretch starts to curl forth a gentle ache.

You’re hanging there. Untouched. Waiting.

There’s a gentle brush against the back of your thigh. You jerk against the touch, tilting your head to catch a glimpse of him. Johnny appears before you like a phantom. He steps into your view slowly. The red light bathes him in a blood-tinged glow.

Johnny grins, grasping your chin in his hand.

“Are you going to remain a good girl for us?” His Scottish lilt is sinful. You find yourself leaning forward as if you’ll kiss him. That grin softens, and then becomes a wicked thing.

Johnny drops to his knees before you.

His hands grab the backs of your upper thighs, lifting you off your feet. He guides your legs over his shoulders, hands adjusting to support your ass. Johnny’s mouth is on your pussy immediately, tongue teasing your entrance. The fake plastic nose he wears perfectly presses against your clit. It rubs back and forth against it as he devours your pussy.

The orgasm comes quickly and with sharp intensity. You scream out your pleasure, head falling back, eyes closed as Johnny continues to feast between your thighs. Your toes curl, the muscles in your lower back seizing and relaxing with each wave.

With a final lick, Johnny tilts his head back, smug with himself.

You’re gasping for air, chest heaving as Johnny returns your feet to solid ground. He ascends, hand undoing the ties that keep his black vinyl apron in place. He circles you as he does it, a teasing dance before it falls away.

Your gaze immediately drops, and fuck—Johnny is thick. There’s a decent amount of length but this man is all girth.

He palms his hard cock, gaze enraptured with the sight of you. Circling you like a predator, Johnny takes his opportunity to run his hands over your body, to touch everything. It’s been he comes to a stop behind you that the anticipation builds.

Johnny’s face presses against your neck as his hands grab hold of your hips. His cock rubs against your ass and then slides between your thighs. He rocks back and forth, coating himself in your wetness. The head of his cock pokes at your sensitive clit.

You whimper, and Johnny gives you relief.

With his grip on your hips, Johnny angles himself at your entrance. A quick thrust, and Johnny is home to the hilt. Your thighs are pressed against each other, and the thickness of Johnny’s cock is only intensified by the limited space.

He remains behind you, pumping steadily as you hang from the hook. Johnny’s hands on your hips delve, squeezing your thighs. He brings one palm down in a quick slap against it, your thigh jiggling from the strike.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers into your ear, and you know that’s only for you to hear.

While Kyle was a bit rough with you, but Johnny is steady, his rhythm hitting all the right beats until you’re numb with lust. You fall into it, heading leaning back against his as Johnny as his way with you.

At his end, Johnny’s groan morphs into a whimper. He comes inside you, his grip tight as he holds you flush against him. A few more thrusts and then Johnny is pulling you, forcing your thighs apart to show the camera the mess there.

You expect a pause as the camera lingers there. What you don’t expect is for Johnny to put his mouth back to your pussy, to suck his cum out of it, to stand and force your head back, slipping his fingers between your lips only to spit his cum down your throat.

He grins at you, licks his lips.

This dirty fucker.

Your thumb finds the small button on the cuffs. Like everything else, it’s a prop. You press the button. The chain breaks as it’s supposed to. The moment your feet are flat, you take off, rushing toward the exit.

You hear pounding footsteps and then—

“Cut!”

Johnny almost knocks you down on the way out. “Shit,” he gasps, grabbing on to you before you topple forward.

“Take ten!”

A robe is thrust at you, and Johnny is pulled away as someone else shoves another water into your face and someone else fusses with your hair and makeup.

It’s the maze that’s next. This one is completely staged compared to the other scenes. At a certain point, you, Johnny, and Kyle will converge on a singular point. Johnny on one side of you. Kyle on the other.

When you’re set, you enter into the makeshift maze. You don’t need to go far. Just a few feet. Johnny is right behind you, every step heavy and loud as he navigates the maze. Only a couple striders further and you’re trapped.

Kyle steps out of the dark and you come to a halt. But as you retreat, Johnny is right there, blocking your exit. Their hands are on you immediately. You have no control. You give in to them, allowing them everything. It’s nice to surrender, to hand control off to someone else.

They move you into position. Johnny’s cock slides home, filling your pussy. Kyle takes the other side, and then you’re full in both holes, groaning loudly with each thrust. Your hands seek, fingers digging into whatever they can find.

Over your shoulder, Kyle pushes up his mask enough to reveal his lips. You go in, tasting Kyle’s sweetness. His hand grasps the front of your throat, dragging you in for a deeper kiss.

Johnny isn’t one to be left out.

As Kyle breaks away from the kiss, Johnny reaches for him, the two men locking lips next to your face as they both move in and out of your body. You drape your arm over the back of your Johnny’s neck, and all you know is the perfect way they fill you, and the feel of their lips against your skin.

And when it’s over, you’re a little disappointed that it couldn’t continue.

There’s another break—this one longer than the others. Kate’s assistant massages your muscles, and she checks in before the graveyard scene with John Price. You’ll truly need some rest before the final scene with Simon Riley and the rest of the men, but you can do one more.

But only one.

And it’s the easiest of the bunch.

There is no chasing. No running.

You play the helpless damsel, pushing at John’s chest as if you don’t want it. All around you is smoke and shadow. The headstones around the two of you create a little circle, almost as if you’re in the center of a ritual.

You’re put on your hands and knees on the ground, the fog from the fog machine swallowing up your hands and legs. Price is behind you, already pumping, already taking from you like the wolf he’s supposed to be.

The makeup department did wonders. They gave him sharp teeth, yellow contacts, and a partially transformed look to him. It’s brilliant, really. He looks very much the monster.

Each stroke is deep. John presses on your lower back, forcing you into a different position, pushing your ass higher into the air. Your legs widen and then John increases his pace, his pelvis smacking loudly against yours. Skin meets skin, and your pussy quivers with excitement as the orgasm builds.

You stroke yourself between your legs, leaning on one side to keep yourself upright enough not to slip. You’re slippery between your thighs, and you can’t help but trace where your bodies meet. Your nail grazes John’s cock, and he emits a low moan.

John grips your ass harder, and then he’s pounding into you, using your body like it belongs to him. You lightly bite your lip, trying to focus on your building orgasm. Each stroke comes with a spank, jerking you against your teasing fingers.

“Oh—fuck,” you mewl as your orgasm comes raging forward, curling outward.

John fucks you through it, growling like a fucking animal behind you. When your orgasm wanes, his hand grasps the back of your throat, holding you in place as he continues. All you have to do is sink into it, to grin with contentment and let him have what he wants.

There’s something primal to the way he holds you down and fucks you. It’s different from the way Kyle kept you in place or the way Johnny fucked you. Even in their roughness they were sweet. John is all business, and you’re perfectly fine with that.

His cock is fucking perfect, his dominating demeanor a soothingly sensual experience. There’s something to be said about giving in—to submitting.

But it’s after the extended break that completely alters your brain chemistry.

Simon is the last. The very last.

There is no chase. No true lead up.

This room is set in hell. There are fake flames, reddish-orange backlighting, and a throne. Simons sits on that throne, lounging casually, legs wide, his cock and heavy balls on full display. He’s dressed like the devil, but there are no plastic horns or dollar store red cape. He is perfectly painted in red and black. From his head are twisting black horns that curl up and back. They’ve given him red contacts and fake canines for a vampiric bite.

You are in his thrall, sitting at the base of his throne when the camera turns on. There is a leather collar around your neck connected to a silver chain that Simon holds in his fist. He lightly tugs on it, urging you forward.

Your hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly, coaxing him toward hardness. You tease the head with a swirl of your tongue before taking him into your mouth. Simon fists the chain, twisting another link around his fist. Every time you take him deeper, Simon shortens the chain further and further.

At first, there is no tightness. It grows shorter. Shorter still. The leather begins to bite into your skin. With each twist of Simon’s wrist, the leash shortens. It draws you closer to Simon, leaving no room for you to retreat—to get air.

Your nostrils flare as you breathe through your nose. Relaxing your throat, you suck him down, cupping his testicles gently in tandem with your movements. The only sound he makes is a grunt and you have no idea if that’s good or bad.

But his cock is hard. Solid. You can’t take all of him or you’ll fucking choke on it.

He tugs sharply on the leash. "In my lap, pet."

You do as Simon instructs, standing between his legs before turning around toward the camera. You sink down into his lap, and Simon leans back, gently guiding you to straddle his lap, legs wide and draped over his thick thighs. He rubs his cock against your pussy, and then you’re sinking down on him.

John arrives from the dark, still in costume. He prowls forward, coming up to the left side of the throne. He grabs your wrist as he comes to a stop, guiding it to his cock. You fist John just as Simon thrusts upward.

Kyle arrives soon after. He kneels in front of you and Simon, teasing your clit with his fingers. It starts as a gentle stroke before his tongue replaces them, swirling little circles against your clit. Simon thrusts upward again, and your pussy clenches.

Just before your orgasm crests, Kyle’s tongue descends, stroking against the space where Simon’s cock intrudes. He descends further, lightly sucking one of Simon’s balls into his mouth. It’s brief. Just a blip. And then his tongue is back on your clit.

Your orgasm comes raging forward, but just as your mouth opens to cry out, Johnny appears, grabbing the back of your head, filling your mouth with his cock.

Your body is theirs to use.

Theirs to enjoy.

Simon thrusts upward, and Kyle draws back, his lips glossy with your arousal. He puts the mask back into place, and Simon lifts you off his cock. You’re picked up. Turned around. You sink back down on Simon’s cock, and Kyle is right there, adding his cock to your pussy. It’s an incredibly tight fit. They rock their hips gentle as John and Johnny touch your body, guiding your hand and mouth back to them.

One of them comes inside you—but you have no idea who before you’re full of just one cock. There are two sets of hands on your ass, bouncing you on whoever’s cock is filling you up. You’re simply clinging on, fingers digging into Simon’s shoulders. His head dips, the horns brushing against your cheek as his tongue circles a nipple.

John grabs the bottom half of your face. “Open,” he instructs and you do so, eagerly sticking out your tongue. John jerks himself until his cum explodes on your tongue. He tips your head to the side and Johnny follow suit.

“Swallow,” growls John and you do exactly that.

Someone groans, and whoever is inside you comes. You’re lifted off Simon’s lap, brought to standing, and then promptly bent over the arm of the throne. Simon’s cock returns to your mouth, and someone settles behind you, spreading your legs before sliding inside.

Every time someone comes in your pussy, you’re moved. Switched. Bent over. Spread wide. Forced onto your knees. You take it all. Enjoying every orgasm. Enjoying every touch.

As your energy fades, it is Simon that takes the final fuck, who brings you into his lap. His hands are firm on your ass, bouncing you up and down his shaft as the camera zooms in on it. You are lost in him—lost in the bliss that pulses throughout your body.

You are perfectly fucked.

Perfectly content.

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[bagofshinyrocks]

Period Comfort

Prompt: How the boys act when their S/O is on their period. [Requested by @weebumochi]

Featuring: TF141 and Los Vaqueros - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Alejandro Vargas, and Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: reader menstruates, but no mention of genitalia; menstruation discomfort; nothing else i can think of, but lemme know if there's more

John Price

Always gets you water and a fresh cup of tea once your cups looks a little low.

Finds out what meals are best for someone on their period and focuses on making those for the week.

You two would make food with beef, eggs, and fish (if you eat them); spinach, squash, and brussel sprouts. All the nutritious stuff. 

And then he would make treats for you, especially dark chocolate on almonds or walnuts. Bring you bananas, berries, figs. You felt like ancient Mesopotamian royalty. All things that were also good for you, but were more traditional period comfort food of “sweet”. 

If you really needed to eat half a family sized bag of barbeque potato chips, he would fetch them and put them in a bowl for you. No questions asked. No movement in the eyebrows. A loving smile as he asks what movie you two were going to watch.

 But for dinner, he’s making something without so much… sodium.

Does everything he can to make your period easier on you.

Simon Riley

Doesn’t tell you that he knows you’re on your period, but that shit is on the calendar. Doesn’t want to make you feel like he’s all “oh is it that time of the month?”. So he pretends nothing is different.

He’s always so sweet to you, but he’s especially so when you’re on your period.

There are absolutely no gibes or pokes at the tender part of your heart. And whenever you’re most hormonal (which is also on the calendar), he might not tease you at all. Because one time he was a little snarky with you, and normally it would roll right off, but you were just a teensy bit too hormonal. And you got quiet. And your lip quivered. And he didn’t stop apologizing the whole day.

Any shows or movies he normally sighs about (but still sits down and watches… and gets invested in, the lying shit), there is no fussing.

“Alright, lovie, sounds good. Do you want another cuppa while I’m up?”

Need some quiet time by yourself? He has some errands to run, let him know what you want for dinner.

Just does his best to make sure you never feel crazy when you’re on your period.

Kyle Garrick

When the worst of your period comes in, it becomes the typical night in.

The dumbest movies that you two love. Dessert eaten before dinner. Favorite takeout and all the accoutrement available. A glass of wine or some other treat beverage. Matching pajama sets.

Kyle had almost fallen asleep when you massaged a yummy-smelling hair mask into his scalp, and then pulled a ‘oh I was just resting my eyes’. And then he returned the favor, painting a luxurious facial mask on you. Making hearts on your cheeks, then spreading them out. You were fairly sure he drew boobs on your forehead, but then smeared it out and insisted you were just imagining it.

You give each other manicures, and hand feed the other food whilst their nails dried. Kissing chocolate and strawberries off each others lips and chins.

Once his hair was wrapped up, he’s all snuggled up in your arms. The heat and weight of his body against your abdomen was soothing. And the gentle snoring of the love of your life.

Everything he can to make you feel comfortable and attractive in your own skin.

Johnny MacTavish

He gets up at the ass crack of dawn to go for a run (like a fucking psycho). Once you wake up, he wants to go to the gym with you. Whether or not you work out, or just poke his butt because it’s funny, he wants you there. But not today. Your cramps, or just the general yuckiness of menstruating, makes you want to not leave the house.

So he hops on the internet, and finds the workouts, stretches, and yoga poses that would help you feel better.

The most gentle workout he’s had in his life. Stretching with the speed of tai chi, leaning against your back and chatting quietly.

Kisses wherever he can reach as you two figure out the yoga poses. Sticks his ass out as far as he can so you’ll poke it. Whistles whenever you begin a pose that’s even marginally suggestive. Waggles his eyebrows and maybe even cops a feel.

Double checks that you aren’t overexerting yourself. Stops for water (and kiss) breaks and asks how you’re feeling. What’s helping, what’s not helping? Time to stop, or keep going?

Helping with the physical and visceral symptoms so you’re more comfortable.

Alejandro Vargas

If he can, he’s clearing the schedule for the worst day of the week. Does grocery shopping and laundry before, so there is essentially nothing to do that day when Mother Nature is curb-stomping you.

Spoils you with a long lie-in. The sun has long since come up by the time you wake up to massages and kisses.

You join him for breakfast and a quick rinse off shower, and then you two crawl right back into bed. Leaning against him as he kneads the skin and muscles of your abdomen or back, a movie or the radio as ambient noise.

Maybe you fall back asleep. Maybe you watch an entire TV show. Maybe you putter about and do some light home-making. The goal is that you are fully rested.

I bet science says that you can’t “catch up on sleep”, but it’s still nice to have a day where you sleep for most of it. Especially when it’s curled up in bed with your sweet lover. His hands on you for the entire day, closely followed by his lips.

His whole body squeezing you tight when you try to leave, and wrapping around you again once you return.

Just physically reminding you of how much he loves you.

Rodolfo Parra

Once he sees a menstrual product wrapper in the bathroom trash can, he’s off to make the most professional grocery run you’ve ever seen.

Knows exactly which products you use, and checks which are low. Buys the right medications or products. The snacks that you love (that won’t betray you later with a stomach ache), and the little drink treat that’s for special occasions. 

You swear that he hears the crinkle of a wrapper in the bathroom and marches to the store.

Puts the groceries away while you’re finishing up the breakfast dishes and then offers you the little beverage and maybe a treat.

He guides you to the couch or back to bed, sidling up next to or behind you and kisses you deeply. Arms roaming and then settling in a way that keeps you as close as possible. Pressing against you as if you could become one.

Cuddles in the way that is most comfortable, whether you’re in his lap or laying down. Kisses you all over. Hand feeds you until you’re giggling too hard.

He never wants you to run out of the supplies you need, or feel any less sexy while menstruating. Because you are always so sexy to him.

Posted: 2024 January 7

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Reign down on me - Part 9

Pairing: Ghost x Hybrid!reader (eventual poly!141)

No use of y/n or mention of gender/race

Summary: Reader is a wolf hybrid in a world that treats them like second class citizens, given a horrible start in life after being thrown into the military with no preparation. After years of struggle, they're finally taken away from their base by Ghost, now a permanent member of taskforce 141 reader struggles to come to terms with the fact that perhaps there's a life there for them - if only they reach out and accept it.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, Angst, abuse mentions, self doubt, violent scenes

A/N: sorry this took so long, but i hope y'all enjoy! Can't wait to hear what you think of it 💕

-🐺-

As soon as the chinook touched down, you awakened to scorching Mexican heat and an achingly dry mouth. The hot air left you clacking your tongue in disgust at the tacky taste of sleep, but lucky for you Price was ready with a bottle of water. Barely seconds after downing half of it like a floundering fish, you were hauling yourself out with Gaz. 

You didn’t get very long to look around once out. After taking a precautionary glance around the military base and scoping the dusty buildings, the three of you were soon greeted by a tall smiling man with his arms folded. Meanwhile his stocky, straight faced hybrid companion hung back to his right. You could feel his unshifting gaze on you the moment you’d stepped out the helicopter. 

It was a surprise, afterall it’d been so long since you’d worked with another of your kind. He was a wolf just like you, but his ears were a soft bark like brown and his tail swished straight down the way, perfect and unbroken despite his field of work. When you flicked your eyes back to his you could see him looking you up and down with the same assessing stare. 

“Good to see you again, Captain. Garrick.” The tall man said, beaming at Price and nodding to Gaz before he then tilted his head at you. “And you brought backup, I see.”

“Not backup, Ale. This is Pup - 141’s newest recruit,” Price said, putting a heavy hand on your shoulder. “Pup, this is Colonel Alejandro Vargas and his hybrid partner Rodolfo Parra.”

“Rudy must’ve made quite the impression last time we worked together, eh?” Alejandro said, patting Rodolfo's Shoulder in turn. 

‘Rudy’ raised his eyebrows at that. Clearly he hadn’t expected to have had much of an influence on Price’s new hybrid, but now he was looking somewhat embarrassed at that inadvertent praise. His tail tucked into his leg revealing some of the ombré streak of tan that ran through the back of it and his ears settled low to his head. 

“Well he, more than any other hybrid before, certainly showed me there’s a lot of merit in having a multi-species team,” Price shrugged. “Pup was the one to convince us, took em out on a mission and Pup was solid.”

“Is that so? I look forward to working with you then, Pup,” Alejandro said, directing an easy smile in your direction. “Are you all ready to head to the target location? I can finish briefing you all in the ride over.”

“Yeah, best get on with it,” Price nodded. 

With that, you all walked round to the head of the massive jeep convoy and loaded yourselves in. 

Even after being told it was legit, there was a part of you that had been deeply suspicious that Price had made up a goose chase just to get you out of the kennels all the way up until the ride in the jeep. A little ghost of warmth had filled you at the idea your Captain cared so much. Even when he’d dispelled that once he’d gotten to talking about strategy with Alejandro, you couldn’t help but feel he’d taken you when he might not have in any other situation. Especially when it was likely you’d be forced into all out assault against heavy fire. Some might’ve resented that, but you could only shift around in anticipation, tail wagging around like a cat toy. 

You were all going to be storming through the forest and taking down a cartel in hopes of finding a connection that had another connection through which you’d find the arms dealers that the 141 had been tasked with taking down. Not complicated at all. Well, Alejandro and Price’s explanation was somewhat complicated, you’d almost gone cross eyed trying to follow all the names, but Gaz was kind enough to whisper in your ear and fill you in on the local groups that they were discussing. 

The whole time Rudy watched you out of the corner of his eye. You could see them practically cutting through the mirror. The way he seemed to frown, you could only assume he had some kind of a problem or was at least wary with you. However he didn’t voice any concerns. Merely kept his ears folded downward in obvious discontent. 

-🐺-

“Pup, what the fuck did I tell you? Stay close!” 

Within no time, the forest was like an impressionist painting. Streaks of dark spots dotted themselves in amongst the twisty trees and blended through the foliage before firing and lighting up their spots, forcing themselves to shift once more. 

To the humans you were with, it would be utter chaos. To you and Rudy, it was all background distraction. You could smell the people, you didn’t have to look for them. Even despite the ear protection you wore, you could still hear their shifting feet clumsily beating through the brush.

And so the two of you found yourselves standing over a body, mouths covered in blood, yours plastered with a smirk while he took to a coy smile. The man had been about to take a shot, aiming for either your boys or Alejandro. Though before he could fire he was interrupted by Rudy yanking the gun back and then you diving onto him, rendering the idiot gravely wounded until Rudy delivered a final blow. 

“We make a good team,” you said, cocking your head and listening out for more movements. 

Rudy snorted and turned away. 

“Maybe…but there’s still more work to do.”

When he stalked off you couldn’t help but frown, but ultimately you followed, there wasn’t the time to contemplate why he was so standoffish. There would be plenty of time for that when you and your team weren’t being hunted like an infestation. Not to mention Price was screaming in your ear about checking in and to report your condition. 

“Still operational, Captain,” you muttered. “Making my way back to you.” 

With that you were racing through the trees, eyes fuzzy and losing themselves in the darkness. Your instincts were sharply rising to the surface, the wolf within growing stronger every passing second. It felt like your veins were pumping hot lava. 

There were three men that crossed you on your way back to Price. The first fell to the floor and gurgled before he could even think about lining up a shot for you, the second fought bravely and managed to graze your arm with a bullet and bruise your neck a little in an effort to pull you off. The third had seemingly popped out of nowhere, he had to have been camped in his position like a sand snake. The sneaky bastard was about to land a bullseye, the barrel of his weapon practically kissed your temple. You thought you’d only had enough time to squeeze your eyes shut and draw back your ears.

Lucky for you though, Gaz shot first. 

“Were you listening when Price asked you to be careful, Pup?”

“Course I was. Don’t think that guy was though,” you grinned. 

“Bloody hybrids,” Price grunted through the comms. “You two on me. Now!”

Both you and Gaz joined Price once more and continued on your tear through the forest. More than once you ran into Rudy, but by that point you were too lost in the work to really take note. Blood had sponged into your clothes and dripped off your chin, your muscles were bunched with tension and your pupils felt wide as the moon. That primal side of you was fully present and awake and it had its claws caught so deep, there was a small part of you that worried about being stuck feral. 

All notion of that disappeared when Price commanded you to stop. His hand wound tight in your collar and suddenly your legs lost their momentum. You peered up at him wide eyed and out of breath, soon looking out of the corners of your eyes and searching for hidden dangers. You only made eye contact once you knew for certain you’d both be safe. 

“Easy, Pup,” he said soothingly, running a rough hand over your ears in gentle waves. “Easy. That’s it.”

“Why’ve we stopped?” You rasped, so high pitched it could almost have been a whine. 

“The compound is up ahead. We want you and Rudy with us. Can you follow my commands? Are you ready to go in?”

Price gestured at Alejandro and Rudy who were standing just off to the side of you. Rudy’s chest was rising and falling like a beating drum, but other than that, he looked composed and ready to strike. In comparison you felt like something of a tornado. 

For a few seconds you closed your eyes and breathed, slowly gaining awareness of your own thudding heart and the way the air tickled at the hollows of your ears. 1…2…1…2. You imagined Ghost’s deep rumble telling you to come back to yourself. Instantly your awareness sharpened. You could make out the faded scent of cigars that wafted through every fibre of Price’s being, and in that moment there was no greater comfort than something that had become so fmailliar. 

“Yeah…Ready, Captain,” you said with a gulp. 

Price nodded back at you and then to each member of your small group. Before long you were lead to the front of the treeline, staring at a big concrete eye sore that hid just below the tops of the great Cypruses so that it might stay hidden from the sky. There were a few slitted windows, one small doorway, plenty of opportunity for anyone that might try to get a lucky shot in. You couldn’t help but notice that the whole thing looked like a creature grimacing in pain. 

Alejandro clicked his tongue, then began to speak. 

“Ok, listen up. There’s only one entryway into this thing, so we’re going to need to manoeuvre round and then run like hell and take out whoever we can from the outside before it turns into a death funnel. It’s gonna be armed to the teeth once we’re inside, so we need to be fast and we need to spread out,” Alejandro said, his voice low while his eyes roamed the building. “Gaz and I want you up front with me so we can take shots inside while Price holds up the rear. Then, when it’s safe enough, we’ll send in the wolves to stir up a little carnage. I want you two to team up and take down who you can, overwhelm them and keep them panicked enough that they can’t get a shot on either of you.”

Gaz clenched his jaw as soon as it was mentioned that you’d be going in first. He shot a sharp look over at Price, but your Captain wasn’t giving anything away. You yanked your head around from where he was holding your collar and looked at him, trying to evaluate how he felt about that plan of attack. He was stoic as ever. 

“Let’s do it,” he said eventually, breathing deeply as if to punctuate his decision. 

He didn’t look in any mood to argue. Gaz probably evaluated things that way too because he didn’t say anything, but that didn’t stop him from giving a small nod of his head and keeping his eyes glued to you. It was as if he was saying that he’d be just behind you no matter what he was commanded anyway. 

You offered him a reassuring smile, or something like that as your lip didn’t quite fully curl. Your body was too busy preparing itself for attack, letting go of functions that didn’t facilitate your immediate survival. Your vision darkened by the second, but before your instincts burst fully to the forefront of your mind you couldn’t help but catch a little movement in the corner of your eyes. 

Alejandro wrapped a hand round the back of Rudy’s neck and pulled him close, touching his forehead to his hybrid’s. His lips moved quickly, he said something that sounded Spanish and then…kissed Rudy’s temple. Then just as quickly as he’d swooped in for a peck, he moved away again. Gaz and Price were too busy looking at you, they didn’t catch it, but they did catch your frown. 

“Alright, Pup?” Gaz asked, quickly picking up on your change of expression. “You alright with the plan?”

You blinked up at him. It took a little while until you mustered up the wherewithal to shake your head. The movement slowed as if it were moving through molasses 

“No, I’m fine with it Gaz,” you shrugged. “I infiltrate first most of the time anyway. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’ll worry anyway,” he said, flicking your ear from just over your helmet. “Don’t want anything to happen to my new favourite.”

You shook your head, but rather than let loose the grin that threatened to spill over your lips, you let the comment fuel you. That and Rudy and Alejandro’s little moment could wait till later. At that moment everything was about the building in front of you and the protection of your hard earned team. You wouldn’t let them down. For once you were happy to act as both the battering ram and shield, knowing you’d fight any man that threatened to take your men from you. 

Once Ale gave the go ahead, everything seemed to happen in double time. You, Price and Rudy took up the rear, running ahead through the panic with snarling jaws and weapons Primed. Price shot behind you all at any stragglers from the woods while you and Rudy moved to position yourselves for the door. A renewed fire lit your veins, and when you looked over you could see that Rudy looked much like you felt, his face focused and irises wide as cannonballs. 

As soon as Alejandro cried ‘go’ you were both let loose. Rudy flew high and you went low, both taking out the two men that filled the hallway like pillars. Your man screamed bloody murder when his femur was torn into and then squeaked when his genitals were shredded loose from his body. Rudy’s man didn’t have the chance to scream, his throat was torn out and slapped against the walls with a wet sound. 

The next few men were dispatched in equally gory fashion, blood spattered fourth and covered you both anew, your mouth fizzed with the taste of iron and tattered fabric. Saliva and plasma foamed down your chin, each new bite like a mouthful of unset jelly. It was that feeling that had your instincts invading, the battle in front of you fading as it blended into all the ones that came before it. 

-🐺-

“So you’re actually useful for something then! What a good mutt. We finally made a killer out of you, didn’t we? Can send you off to do some real work.”

The face in front of you tortured you like nothing else. That fucking tirelessly smug look, that scar that marred him seemed to deepen that unbearable smile, it stretched tight over his lips. He loomed just out of reach, no matter how hard you fought against the chain, you could never touch him. Could never reach no matter what you tried.  

“You just saved me a bullet, you vicious little bitch… I’ll let you into a secret too since you passed your test so spectacularly - It wouldn’t have been for him. Could’ve used him for the next dog after all.”

The body below you was cooling now. The man’s blood at your hands and feet only made you long all the more for Maddox’s, but there was no way he’d be stupid enough to allow you loose when so feral. Instead he took great joy in watching you choke yourself just for the chance of even laying a scratch on him, chuckling everytime you gagged.

-🐺-

“Pup! Behind!”

You squealed, clawing at the air as you were quite literally dragged back into the present. Someone was forcing you from your latest quarry, the man was still screaming and flailing around like a kicked puppy, throwing himself around with all the grace of a chew toy. The strangers’s hands brought you back and twisted you around to meet his gun, the burning scent of its barrel stinging your nostrils. Though before the metal could reach your head, you flung it upward with your fist. The noise of the shot ground into your ears like iron shavings, competing with your knuckles in a blindingly throbbing battle. 

Even with the generous ear protection you were given, you were still left reeling. Made dizzy and sent wobbling off to the wall by your left. The gun was lining up with you slowly, the man clearly affected by that same misfire. It was a race for both your lives. You pushed off the crumbling wall and threw yourself to his feet in a last ditch attempt to win. 

Another shot rang out. Your vision went black. Your body felt as if it had been buried at the bottom of an explosion, your lungs and back ached with pressure. A few more shots whizzed through the air, the individual pops were your only company through the darkness. That and a low rumbly voice that felt as if it were vibrating through your rattling skull. You're my good Pup, it said, I knew you had to be mine.

“Pup! Pup!”

Light flooded your eyes and the unforgiving weight on your back alleviated all at once. You were rolled around to meet wide brown eyes that searched over you in a wide sweeping motion. Gaz. He finished tossing the body that had lain on top of you and came to kneel directly in front of you so that he could get a better look. 

“Still breathing, Cap!” he shouted, his voice deliberately carrying past where you were lying. 

You flicked your eyes to the hallway beyond and noticed Price dragging someone into a room after acknowledging you both with a grunt and a quick glance. You didn’t recognise the man he was flinging through the doorway, but you could only assume it was the target. 

“I told you not to worry,” you groaned.

Gaz didn’t look the least bit amused. Neither did you after he hauled you up into his lap. You grimaced, hands instinctively flying to your side where pain had begun to radiate like a blooming lotus. The petals of that pain unfurled slowly, sending your breathing haywire. Fuck, did it hurt. It sent you cursing like a sailor. 

“Did that cunt actually shoot me?” You seethed, not willing to look down while you were trying to focus on breathing. 

“Fucking lucky that one didn’t. That one you were attacking first got you in the vest from further away before his friend fell on you. I got em’ both.”

“Ah…Makes sense that I’m not pink mist then. Thanks for that.”

Gaz turned you around, just so he could narrow his eyes at you. You could only tilt your head back, wondering why he was so perturbed. He didn’t look angry per se, it was like he wasn’t sure what to feel. His brows were heavy over his darkened eyes and his jaw ticked over as he tried to form words. You’d never seem him like that before.

“What happened to you?” he finally asked.

“What do you mean?” 

“Your eyes were pitch black, I’ve never seen you that far gone before. It was like you were possessed or something. Freaked me the fuck out.” He said, shaking his head. “So what happened?”

Had it been someone you hadn’t known you’d have told them to shove it. The rebuke was building on your tongue, practically clawing to come out. Though the concern on Gaz’s face stopped you from doing anything of the sort. You softened your gaze and looked off to his left, focusing on a tattered piece of wall and the ghost of a smile the bullet marks created. 

“Training took over. Maddox…he always…,” you stared so hard your vision doubled, the blurry face grinning back twice as much before you refocused on Gaz. “The wolf in me took the lead. I did my job and they went for me and not any of you. All that matters is you’re fine, Gaz.”

Gaz didn’t say anything to that. He continued to frown, and thought on it for a minute, staring down at the spot where the centre of your pain radiated outward. You began to wonder if it was pulsing visibly just as much as it was physically. However impossible that was. Just as he looked like he might have formed a response his chance to talk was taken from him. 

“Gaz, how’s Pup? Broken?” 

Price’s voice was all grit, he filled the silence like a sledgehammer. Gaz called back that you were going to be fine, just bruised and after another grunt of affirmation he was called to come assist in securing the asset. Alejandro sent Rudy to go watch over you. Gaz gave you a look that said he’d be talking to you later while he switched with Rudy, disappearing into the room and taking his palpable silence with him. 

Rudy didn’t show any of that same blinding concern once he reached you. If anything he looked like he might be bored, but you couldn’t tell with his face. He had a knack for appearing neutral, if not a bit startled at times. Looking so shifty as his ears flicked about, clearly not trusting that the base would stay conquered. 

“You’re still alive. Good for you,” he said at last, choosing a spot just in front of you to lean against. 

You snorted. His ears twitched irritably at the sound. 

“What? You disappointed?”

“No, just surprised,” he said simply.

You frowned back at him, but before you could bother to ask why, he elaborated. 

“They break all you British hybrids so bad, its like none of you even want to try staying alive.”

“What? They train you so much better over here do they? I never realised Mexico was such a paradise,” you said back, sneering over at him. “It’s no wonder your ears and tail aren’t even marked if you’re standing there looking down on me for the way i fight.”

Having said that, you were waiting for the fight to break out that normally would’ve happened with any of the bastards from your last base. All of you were raised on a hair trigger. Left to your own vengeance, so long as you didn’t cause any grievous wounds that stopped you working.

With that in mind you made a show of visibly switching off your comms, confident now that the fighting with the cartel was behind you that you could settle things in private. Rudy didn’t even bat an eye however, he tilted his head at you, but eventually did the same. Neither of you needed to disrupt the others with your bickering.  

“You think that your broken tail makes you a better soldier than me?”

There wasn’t a good response for that. If he’d engaged in your petty little fight, you might’ve said yes, but he was as calm as if he and you were sat waiting in a briefing room. As you tried to find a retort your ears flicked nervously around your head, dancing between being upright and flattened before they settled on pinning ever so slightly backwards. 

“Shows that I must be doing a good job staying alive if I’m still here despite it.”

He smiled at that, pursing his lips soon after. 

“Sure…I’ll let you have that. They call you ‘Pup’ for a reason I suppose.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you growled.

“Mean’s that you sulk just the same as one.”

You lunged for him and quickly regretted it when your ribs sent a stab of pain that tremoured through your whole body. Even while you did everything in your power not to make a noise, you were helpless in letting a small whine escape your throat. 

“Sound like one too. You should take it easy, you’ll have plenty time to get me back once you recover from that.”

You flipped him off in place of being able to take a swipe at him. Your breathing was getting ragged, so deep and frayed that you eventually committed to ripping your vest off and getting a look at your wound. Your arms burned with the effort it took, but the thing parted from you with a thunk and suddenly your body really let you know just how much you’d wrecked it. Traitorous thing, proving Rudy right. 

When your eyes landed on the island shaped bruise at your side, it took everything not to wretch. The thing was already a hundred different shades, looking ugly and dark and just as sore as it felt. Your eyes grew wet and you soon forgot all about the one sided argument you were having and closed them, begging yourself not to cry so that you could reserve the last scrap of your dignity. 

“That looks bad…Woah!”

You hadn’t realised, but in a fit of dizziness you’d begun to slide down the wall. Rudy stopped you from collapsing into a heap right at the last second. For second all you felt was air and then his cool hands on your skin. Not long after his peppery scent flooded through you, forcing you to stay in the room. He propped you up on his side and kept an arm curled against you, gripping onto your hip. 

“You good?” He asked, intense eyes flicking all over your face. 

They were like molten copper. He disarmed you instantly, chasing the rest of the fight out of your failing body. Even if you had been primed to start a boxing match only moments before you’d resolved to let him have his sense of superiority while you focused on staying upright.

Well, almost. 

“You just this touchy with everyone, yeah?” you asked, trying to distract him from how pathetic you’d turned. 

It was finally his turn to look confused.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, ears flicking around. 

“I saw you two lovebirds before we attacked,” you grinned, soon grimacing when you took a particularly hard breath. “Does he always give you a good luck kiss?”

Rudy looked like he wanted to throw you off of him, but by sheer goodness of his own heart prevented his hand from doing so. It didn’t stop his fingers gripping your hip tighter, his claws luckily grazing your good side. He stopped himself when he caught your wince.

“Don’t talk shit.”

“I’m not judging.”

“Sounds like you are,” he snorted. 

“If anything I’m jealous.”

That was supposed to be a joke. However your tone didn’t convey that. So for a second you were left blinking over at each other until Rudy clenched his jaw. His iron patience was wearing thin, the pickaxe that you were taking to it was apparently breaking through. All from that comment. It was then that you realised whatever he had with the colonel was more than just a little over affection. 

“Really? You want Ale?”

You gasped in shock, clutching your side and barking out in laughter. 

“Oh shit, no,” you cackled.

“Who then?”

“My handler obviously…apparently. Fuck me, how did we even get to talking about this?” you sighed, settling back against the wall. 

Rudy looked more relaxed now and he loosened his hold on your frame, his tongue lashed out against his lips and that gentle smile returned to his face.

“You got us onto the subject I believe. Which of them is your handler? Garrick?”

“Desperate to gossip now?” You asked, trying to let the subject die. 

Rudy wasn’t having that though. He was like a cat with a mouse, easily batting you between his big paws.

“It’s Garrick isn’t it? You were looking…moon eyed is the expression isn’t it?”

“I do not have moon eyes for anyone!” you groaned, knocking him with your shoulder and hurting him about as much as you did yourself. “Besides, I belong to Ghost not Gaz.”

Rudy’s eyebrows shot up so high you were almost sent into a new laughing fit imagining them coming clean off. He shook his head, eyebrows still firmly attached. The absurdity of the whole situation didn’t escape you. After being in a gunfight that almost ended your life, it seemed unlikely that you’d be stuck gossiping with your fellow hybrid afterward while there was a man most likely being beaten for information in the other room.

“Ghost?” he choked out. “No mames! That’s not someone you want a kiss from. He’d give you the kiss of death.”

“Maybe on you. He’s really quite sweet with me,” you grinned, “Reckon he’d give me a big peck on the head as well, just like Ale does with you.”

“Ghost. Sweet?”

“He is. We were having a romantic morning cuddling in bed just the other day,” you said faux wistfully. “Trading stories, sharing scents.”

“Ah, so that’s the nice British way of saying that you fuck. I’ll have to keep that in mind when Alejandro and I trade scents.”

It was your turn to risk losing your eyebrows to the sky. In fact you were so taken aback that your mouth went dry. Sure it wasn’t like you were a virgin, but you had thought it was rare that hybrids and humans had sex, nevermind navigated complicated handler relationships while doing the act. In fact that very idea opened up new avenues in your mind, sparked a little inkling of opportunity you hadn’t really consciously considered much before. 

“You and Alejandro are…together?”

You’d expected him to laugh or look offended or look panicked or something, but now that you two had found some kind of messed up common ground he didn’t give much away. He tilted his head at you and smiled indulgently. 

“Oh, so you weren’t just playing coy? Poor little Pup.”

“Poor little Pup nothing,” you said petulantly, folding your arms and willing the conversation away. “I’m a professional, I don’t shag my superiors.”

“It sounds like you’d like to though,” he chuckled, looking delighted with himself. “I’m right, am I not?”

“No,” you said squeaked out, body raising a hundred degrees just at the thought. 

All sorts of images flooded your mind. Ghost lying next to you just like he had been when he’d whisked you into his bed. Ghost dripping and wet from the rain, carrying you close to him, so close to him you could practically smell him through the mental haze. Ghost holding you against a wall while you trained, keeping you at bay while you waited to attack your fake target. Ghost’s unyielding grip on your collar. Relax Pup, I’ve got you. Thats it, keep it steady. 

“Oh well that’s definitely the face of someone that’s telling the truth,” he remarked slyly. 

“Go fuck yourself,” you huffed, shaking at the realisation that maybe that wasn’t even the first time that you’d considered being open to the idea of something else with Ghost…  

“I don’t have to. Maybe you can use that death wish of yours to ask for the same.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you groaned, now just trying to focus on staying upright.

“Alright then,” Rudy said, still smiling into the middle distance. “You’re the one that started talking shit anyway.”

“No don’t you start that shit, you’re the one-”

“You two!” Price barked.

Both your heads whipped around to the now open doorway where Ale and Gaz were busy dragging a hooded man while your Captain oversaw the whole thing. His face was grave and drawn, he looked battle worn and weary, but even beneath the layers of grime and awful mood you could see that his resolve stayed well intact. 

“Captain,” you said quietly, feeling like you had to acknowledge him in some way. 

Rudy said nothing, but gave a nod.

“We have a team coming out to meet us and escort this one back to Los Vaqueros’s base. Rudy, stay with Gaz and Ale. Pup, can you stand?”

You bit your lip, knowing how much your next movement would hurt, but sucking it up despite yourself. With a growl, you braced your hands beneath you and then clawed your way up the wall, coming to a shaky stand until you were all the way upright - almost all the way upright. Your hip kept you wonky on your feet, but otherwise you were able to stay in place. 

You shot him a shaky thumbs up. 

“Good. I’ll help you to evac. Once we get to base, you and me are going to have a talk.”

If your spirits hadn’t been thoroughly pissed on by that point, they were then. Your ears drooped low and you nodded slowly waiting at the wall like a naughty child until he was ready to prop you against his shoulder. 

Your thoughts raced at the possibilities of all he could want to talk about. So much had happened to you in such a short space of time, it felt like your mind was a skipping DVD. Scenes of carnage melded with the two officers in the hallway, both rooms melting together while flashing to Ghost, Price, Soap and Gaz training with you. All your team warred for for time with all your enemies, all the fighting you had done up to that point mingled with scenes from training hangars, bars with pool games and soft blue sheets draped over Ghost’s sprawling body. 

It was going to be a long ride back.

-🐺-

“You decent?”

You looked down at the puddle of water below your tail with unfocused eyes, the blurry edges of the water seemed to morph and change colours with the flickering lights above you. Shifting between pink, yellow and white. It had taken a while to get most of the blood out. Most being the operative word. Your uniform was hurled into the corner, too far gone to be worth washing or doing anything to save. Price had told you to chuck it once you were changed into the new clothes he’d pulled from your kit. 

“Yeah, I’m changed,” you finally answered back. 

You were a little soggy, but still you had changed and you were clean and your hair had been tended to first after getting your jogging bottoms and T-shirt on. All that was left was to finish brushing out your tail, your secret weapon against whatever words were about to come your way. From the way Price had been speaking to you, you could tell he wasn’t very happy. Brushing out the snarls from your fur would give you an excuse not to look at him. 

You were just starting to comb out the tip of the silvery fur when Price walked in, boots heavy against the tile. He filled the doorway like a barricade. 

“Come on,” he sighed, his voice even heavier now that he was so close to sleep. “Go sit on a bed, I need to get off my feet.”

“My tail’s still wet, I need to brush it out and dry it,” you said quickly, hoping that you weren’t giving him reason to be more annoyed.

“Fling a towel down. Whatever bed you sit on, I’ll take. Gaz can have the other one.”

You raised your eyebrows, but didn’t dare question him further. Truth be told, when you’d been pushed toward the room and through the bathroom, you hadn’t thought much about what the bunking situation would be, but now that you were cognizant of the situation, it dawned on you that there was two twin beds beds out there and three soldiers to fill them. So you must be on the floor then. 

It didn’t matter. That wasn’t the most pressing issue at hand. You took a dry towel and spread it out over the bed on the left hand side of the simple room, and taking a proper look around. There were two twin sized beds at the back of the room, a plain wooden dresser next to the doorway at the front, and of course the bathroom that you’d come out of to the left with a mirror stuck to the back of it. The walls were stark white, but thankfully there was a small window in the middle of the two beds, giving the room a little relief from the stark paint and yellow lighting. 

You jumped when Price came to sit next to you, avoiding touching the already wet towel, but sitting close enough you were dipping into him. It took a little adjusting so that you wouldn’t lean into him, but once you both got comfortable, you were soon left staring. Looking into the hard blue gaze that met yours like a set of angry headlights. 

“Gaz told me what you said.”

“W-what?” you whimpered, wondering what it was that he was referring to.

Had he heard your conversation with Rudy? You were so sure that door was closed. So sure that you could barely hear their mutterings in there. 

“He said that you told him you ‘did your job’. Do you know how many times we called out to you to come to heel, Pup?”

“I…No. No, Sir.”

“I asked you three times. Gaz asked you once before he had to take out the men that were on you. You did not ‘do your job’. You rushed ahead like a half crazed coyote and almost got yourself killed. And then what? What would I have told Ghost, hm?” Price growled, his breaths coming out fast and uneven. 

Your wet tail curled around you, scraggly strands drawing close to what little warmth was still in your body. It felt like you were growing colder by the second, frozen in Price’s icy stare. Your chest pumped feebly in order to keep your blood flow moving, though the way you were shaking you couldn’t be sure everything was working as it should. 

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you murmured, your whole body curling in on itself like a slinky. 

“I’m sorry doesn’t cut it. I told you when you started with us that I don’t want you taking risks that threaten your life. You’re not disposable to my team, not to me, not to Gaz or Soap, and especially not to Ghost. You don’t ever get to a point where you start blacking out and rampaging out of control like that again. You hear me? Never.”

The breath from your body felt as if it had been robbed from you. Every little gear in your mind ground to a halt and suddenly all the possibilities of what might happen next were spread out in front of you, playing in tandem and haunting you with the awful consequences of your actions. Would Price punish you? Remove you from the team? Send you away? Take you back to Branhaven. 

“Look at me, Pup.”

You looked up immediately as if controlled by him. Everything in you was now coded to answer to his every call and do everything he said while you still could. All instincts pointed to serving him well before he made any decision to get rid of you. To try and preserve yourself now that the fighting was done. You could see your own dark reflection staring back at you in his pupils, the wilting frame of your body frozen there in the inky blackness.

“We gave you this collar because we knew you’re a great soldier and because we knew how well you’d work with our team and because we wanted to make you ours. This collar means you’re 141 for life,” Price said, tugging on it for good measure. “Don’t sit there looking sorry for yourself like I’m gonna send you packing or treat you like your old superiors would’ve. I’d have hoped that you knew me better by now. C’mere, you little sod.”

You didn’t get much of a chance to react. Price drew you into his arms and perched his head on yours, fanning your ears with his hot breath. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his hard frame and covering him with a soft outer layer of hybrid. Cigar smoke, bullet oil and musk be damned, his warmth and his scent felt heavenly on your senses. 

“What are we gonna do with you, ay? Bloody troublemaker.”

“I don’t mean to be,” you sniffed.

“Course you don’t. That’s why I’ve got a fitting punishment to get those tendencies in check.”

“Punishment?” you asked, stiffening in his arms. 

He drew back from you and nodded his head, not giving much away. He’d already told you he wasn’t going to treat you like your old superiors, but that didn’t do much to put you at ease. Just because you weren’t going to get a whipping, didn’t mean you were out of the woods. You had no idea what he had planned, searching his face dug up nothing. 

“Was on the phone to Ghost before I came to talk to you. We both agreed to set you up with a therapist. You’re getting a minimum of ten sessions booked in to start, and then after five we’re going to evaluate how many more you might need.”

You gawped at him, face going from a picture of worry and to one of indignant shock. A bloody therapist? That was his and Ghost’s big idea of a punishment? At that point you wondered if you might rather have one of your old punishments. What the hell were you going to say to a therapist? What were they going to say to you? Oh sorry your family abandoned you and left you to the proverbial wolves, maybe you’ll feel better if you talk about it. 

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I don’t know what a therapist is going to-”

“Don’t ‘sorry, Sir’ me and don’t you think for a second that you know better. You’re going and that’s final,” he said, tone so sharp that it cut off any room for argument. 

You gulped and suddenly were reminded of your place. Of your character. You were supposed to be meek and trying to grovel for forgiveness. All things considered, a few sessions of pretending to make emotional breakthroughs would probably be one of the easier challenges you’d have faced in your lifetime. 

“Ok…um…Sorry, Sir.”

“I think that’s enough sorries out of you, Pup,” he grumbled, ruffling his hands over your ears. “I think we’ve established how sorry you are. You can make it up to me by sorting your tail out and picking a bunkmate. Gaz is gonna come by with some food in a minute and then we’re all gonna get some sleep. You can talk to Ghost tomorrow.”

For yet another time you were left stunned. A bunkmate?

“A bunkmate?” You repeated out loud. 

“Only two beds,” Price said, as if you were stupid. “You can sleep with me or Gaz. I won’t be offended if you switch even after you’ve made my bed all wet.” 

Suddenly being faced with the choice of sharing a small bed with Price or Gaz after the conversation you’d just had and the conversation you’d had with Rudy earlier in the day was too much. Too much was happening to you! Where did life get off giving you the choices or lack thereof that it did? 

You must have looked a sight, staring into the dead air above the other bed like you’d seen a monster. On the one hand you figured that you could really use some comfort and the memory of how you felt after sleeping with Ghost was tamping your panic and convincing you that it would be ok, but on the other you were thinking about Rudy telling you to get it on with your teammates and that was bringing all sorts of embarrassing thoughts to light. How could you sleep next to them knowing that it might encourage those thoughts?

“I can just sleep on the floor, Price,” you said with what you hoped would be a convincing smile. “Done it plenty of times before.”

Price wasn’t having any of that. He paused at the bathroom door and fixed you with a tired stare. 

“Choose or I’ll choose for you.”

“No really, I can just use my bag as a pillow and-“

Price laughed dryly and shook his head. Looking at you like an incorrigible puppy. 

“Sleeping with me then. Sort that tail, eat your dinner when it comes and get into bed. Last thing I need is you complaining about your back while you’ve got that hip in bad enough shape.”

You watched him disappear into the bathroom with no less shock horror than when he presented the arrangement to you. All you could hear was Rudy’s taunting voice in your ear telling you that you could have any of your superiors if you just made your desires known. Which in turn helped break you from your shock. 

You started to wonder how Rudy and Alejandro started out together. Had they been like you and Ghost? Had Rudy come from a training facility and then luckily stuck with someone who loved him and who would foster that warmth and connection? Or maybe they knew each other before. Did Rudy do it for benefits and then it turned into more. 

You remembered some of the hybrids at your old base would trade sex for favours or contraband. The very thought of that made you want to vomit out all of your insides, especially when you thought of the humans at your old base. Fucking some of the hybrids was dire enough, only doing it to scratch each others itches when the need you felt grew to an explosive point. You’d never thought about doing out of genuine interest and attachment to another person before. Now it was all you could think about. 

“Wow, Price must’ve given you some talking to.”

You spun in place and faced Gaz, cheeks heating and ears flickering until you realised you’d been caught deep in your salacious thoughts. The room spun ever so slightly, but after getting a hold of yourself you remembered what Price had said and fixed your eyes on the trays that Gaz was holding. 

Right. Dinner. Tail. Sleep. 

“Hey,” you said lamely, sheepishly meeting Gaz’s eyes. 

“Hey, yourself,” he snorted. “You ok?” 

“Yeah, fine,” you muttered rather unconvincingly. “You?”

“Fine, Pup. I didn’t get told off by the captain,” he winked. “And I already had my dinner. You should eat as well, might give you some life back in that sorry face.”

He went to set your tray down next to you and you gratefully thanked him while looking over the contents. It was exactly what you needed. Some kind of beef stew brimming with sauce and vegetables with a big bar of chocolate for after and a bottle of water to wash it all down. You breathed it in as if you could inhale it, the fresh smell making your mouth water. 

“What the hell? We need whoever the cook is here to transfer back with us. This looks fucking good.”

Gaz laughed at that. 

“Tastes fucking good too. Should eat up.”

You shook your head and picked up your brush. 

“Gotta sort this before I get Price’s bed any wetter. Should probably try to get back on his good side,” you said, already navigating the half dried tangles. 

“I don’t think he’ll care much. I’ve seen that man fall asleep standing in the rain. Bit of water on his bed won’t make a difference to him,” Gaz shrugged.

You laughed at that, but didn’t let it deter you from your work. It wasn’t like you were only concerned for the bed. The longer you took to get the last of your tail unfurled, the more painful it would be to tug out the dry knots. It felt therapeutic to tackle each tangle one by one anyway, brought a sense of calm to you while you worked. 

“What did the big man say anyway?”

“Hm?” You hummed back, not really hearing what he said. 

“Price. You looked like you were about to have a fit before I came in.”

You paused what you were doing and looked up at him with an arched brow. He arched his own back and to that you could only roll your eyes. 

“Nosy.”

“Got a right to be. Saved your life, you have to do whatever I say now.”

“Oh really?” You asked, seething as you hit a bad snag in your tail. 

“Really. Now tell me what he said,” Gaz demanded, voice higher with his amusement. 

You sighed and finally tackled the tough section you were working on, lobbing the big furball you pulled into the bin underneath the bedside table. Once that was done you looked over at Gaz. 

“He told me that I have to go do therapy,” you said with a screwed up expression. 

“Oof,” Gaz said, pursing his lips as he tried not to laugh. “I can see why you looked so serious then. Truly, it’s the harshest of punishments he could’ve come up with, that cruel old bastard. Just think of the battle scars you’ll come out with. Fucking hell, you’ll never come back the same.”

“You’re so funny.”

“I am. It doesn’t matter how much you say I’m not. I know that I’m hilarious.”

“You’re an idiot,” you said, finishing the last bit of your tail. 

“An idiot that saved your life,” he smiled. “Idiot.”

You grinned and finally put down your brush so that you could go get the hairdryer. Instead of engaging any more in the silly fake argument, you got to work finishing off the drying process, taking a minute to sweep the dryer over your tail and fill your ears with white noise.

Once it was done, your tail was fluffy and warm, all ready for a good nights sleep. After you ate your stew of course. Now that Gaz was settled back on his bed and scrolling through his phone you were left to get to work on your last task. You picked up your tray and got ready to greedily scoff down the heavenly bowl in front of you. 

Just as you were picking up your fork and digging into your first bite the shower in the bathroom turned off again. You flicked your ears at the sound but didn’t think to pay it much mind. Instead you enjoyed your first bite, savouring the salty spicy beef and soft veg that was the perfect amount of juicy and crunchy. It was enough to make your eyes close all of their own accord. 

You opened them again when the bathroom door opened, immensely grateful you’d already swallowed that bite you took before you choked. Price came out in only a towel, the wet sheet of fabric commendably doing everything it could to cling to the ridges of his muscled hips and soft belly. His chest and arm hair was speckled with water droplets and the top of his head was all fluffy after it was presumably roughed over with the towel. 

Suddenly you’d completely forgotten what you were supposed to be doing. Your big round eyes were too busy roving all over Price. Every hair, every muscle, every scar that he had laid bare and available to you. In fact so much so that you were only broken out of it because Gaz cleared his throat and looked pointedly at you. 

“Good stew, Pup?” He quipped, shooting you a sly grin. 

You cleared your own throat and hid your eyes in the food, not trusting yourself to look at either of the other men in the room. 

“Yeah, yeah good. Thanks, Gaz,” you muttered, shovelling another bit in without tasting it this time. 

“You get some for me?” Price asked, busy combing his fingers through his hair over at the mirror. 

“Yeah, your tray’s just there on the table, Cap.” 

“Good man,” Price replied.

Just as you were sure that you might get over whatever it was that had come over you, you heard his towel dropping. Your ears, your tail, your heart stopped in place. Your eyes flicked up to the pale slopes of his ass before they shot right back down to your food again and felt as if they might just keep going and roll out of your head. Why did you even look up in the first place? 

You were sure the next bite of stew would be the end of you. But you could’ve face anyone asking why you’d stopped eating and you sure as hell didn’t want to think of some other way to distract yourself, so you forced down another bite and lost yourself to the rhythm of your raving heart. 

Luckily for you Price stuck his boxers on and then a pair of his own sweats, leaving his chest bare before he dried himself. He had the dryer on for a couple minutes after that, but you didn’t dare look at him beyond what filled your periphery, little flashes of him fluffing at his hair or running the dryer over his arms and chest. 

Soon enough the ordeal was done. He came over to sit by you and shovelled his food down with very little grace. He ate so fast that you both finished at the same time. The sound of his heavy breathing and Gaz turning the shower back on for himself were soon the only sounds in the room. 

“Ready for sleep?” He asked, raising his big damp brows at you. 

“Uh…I think so.”

“Good.”

That was all he said. No warning, no precursor to what he did next.

He stuck both your trays on the table and yanked the covers back, sweeping you under them with him, pulling you close to his chest until you were flush to his body. The smell of the cheap soap did little to diminish his natural scent as it wove itself around you. The sound of his booming chest filled your ears and soon you were both lying there in the stillness as if what was happening was normal. 

“Shouldn’t we turn the light off or…” you trailed nervously. 

“Gaz’ll need it, Pup. Just close your eyes, he’ll turn it off when he’s done,” Price rumbled, his entire voice trickling over you like hot honey. 

“Oh, yeah right… it’s just-“

“Pup,” Price groaned. “Anymore out of you and I’ll double your minimum amount of therapy sessions. Shut up, shut your eyes and go to sleep.”

Well there was no arguing with that. Though part of you wondered if you’d need more therapy just from that night alone. You huffed at the thought and finally settled against him, annoyed enough with his bluntness that you were able to see past his naked body and the bullet holes that speckled his left arm. You were only barely thinking about how much you wanted to paw at him at that point, grumpy and content enough to fold yourself into the sheets and close your eyes just as he’d asked. 

The sound of running shower water accompanied you into your dreams. Just as you’d figured it was going to be a long night, you floated off to Price’s faint snores and Gaz’s shower. Finally too tried to think anymore, or worry about what Gaz would see once he got out of the shower.

[multific]

Modern Warfare Men and No Nut November - Preferences

Simon Riley, Johnny MacTavish, John Price, Kyle Garrick, König, Maxim Bale, Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Warnings: smut

Summary: In which both of you participate in the challenge. 

A/N: Yes, I know November is over but this was a request so here it is! I hope you all enjoy it!

Simon Riley

You suggested the idea of having no sex or any kind of act for a month. You two have been at it pretty much every day, sometimes many times during the day, so it came as the perfect idea.

You told him that it would make him want you more and vice versa. 

What you forgot is that Simon could be very patient. 

So much so, that he even said "Only a month?" before he shrugged and moved on.

What none of you expected is that the sexual tension and frustration would be too much to bear.

On day 27, he would be without a shirt and you would physically shake.

On day 28, you would wear a pair of jeans that just makes your ass look amazing, making him take a cold shower immediately.

On day 30, both of you had enough and you couldn't take it anymore.

To say you two destroyed each other's clothes would be a nice thing to say.

He never pounded you as hard as he did on that day. He never came as hard or as much as he did on that day. 

Johnny MacTavish

It was actually his idea, he heard from Simon that he and his wife were doing this challenge and Johnny wanted to try it out. 

You agreed, you really thought both of you had enough self-restraint to survive.

And in the beginning, it was okay. It seemed like you were doing good.

Until you weren't.

By the end of the month, you really wanted to at least take care of the 'problem' yourself.

But you couldn't.

As for Johnny, he was surprisingly well. He distracted himself and did many things around the house.

He even finished the porch that he started months before. He cleaned the garden and even began to build a new area in the garden for your dogs.

The fact that you didn't have sex, resulted in a very clean house.

But you both made it, and once the month ended, you two were at it again. 

The garden for the dogs? Forgotten.

But at least you both very finally satisfied again.

Kyle Garrick

When you suggested the idea, he actually had something similar in mind. So, you both agreed to go along with it.

And surprisingly, you both did amazingly well.

You two went out on many cute dates, never once making any sexual remarks.

It was easy, but it didn't mean you didn't miss it.

Kyle counted the last couple of days as if it was Christmas.

John Price

John would be up for the idea. But he would fail on the same day.

Seeing you preparing dinner, you happened to bend over to pick up something, and it was over. 

He had you bent over the table in a second.

Maxim Bale

It took you a solid 5 minutes to explain the entire thing. He didn't understand why you would want to do this, but when you explained that it could be exciting, he was down for it.

It was a long month for Maxim.

He was never a sex-crazed person but he did like his sex in the morning, so when you reminded him that you would rather not, he was a little offended. 

Just a little.

The month was a struggle more for you than him.

He could easily occupy himself by doing something with his car.

And there you were, watching him fix his car, covered in sweat, muscles on full display.

As soon as the month was over, you were all over him.

Alejandro Vargas

He would laugh when you tell him the idea. 

Him? Surviving a month without sex or anything?

Impossible.

He knew it, you knew it.

But if you insist, he will try his best.

2 days he would last.

Completely failing the entire challenge. 

But who could blame him?

He loved you and your body.

And just as he said: "How did you expect me to live without this perfect pussy tightening around me?"

König

In the beginning of your relationship, he never instigated sex.

It was always you making the first move.

But as he got more and more comfortable with you, he started to come out of his shell.

It got to a point where he had to stop himself.

So, a challenge like this would excite him. He wanted to see how long he would last.

But let's be fair, he would struggle.

Because once you find the person you love the most, the one you feel so good around you can finally be yourself. And then you put yourself through a challenge like this.... it is torture. 

Yet, somehow he would still pull through, although he is sure his balls would hurt more and more with each passing day.

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[brokenpieces-72]

Sick Day

CoD Hybrid AU | Navigation

Note: This is a prologue to a Halloween Special I have coming along and will likely have a few parts. Originally I wrote this while I was sick, dropped it and then decided I should post it.

You didn’t think it could happen to you, since it’s never really happened before. But here you are, dragging your butt out of bed to get to work and you feel horrible. Your face hurts and your limbs feel drained. Food. Some food would make you feel better surely. When the team sees you giving hard coughs to your arm they know what’s going on. No work for you, despite your protests.

Johnny scoops you up without warning. He ignores your protests, while Horangi is nice enough to bring your breakfast along. They don’t tell you what’s going on right away, only that you need to eat in your room today and maybe for the next little bit. Horangi hands you your tray of food and Johnny tells you he’s gonna go get Hunter.

When Hunter appears they have a mask over their face and ask how you are. They give you a check up and notice your sullen face. Did you do something wrong?

“No no, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re just sick, and they need to keep you isolated just in case. It’s not anything you’ve done wrong!” Hunter says quickly.

“You’re not being punished or anything like that. I’m just gonna give you a quick test to rule out some stuff. You probably just have a cold. At worst you may need a couple shots, not sure if the program kept up with those.”

You’re relieved, but still coughing pretty hard. Hunter gives you your own mask to wear just in case, and does a small check up. Any symptoms? Your nose is runny and stuffy, your body feels tired and sore, you can feel the coughing from your chest, and now suddenly you feel really warm but not long ago you were chilly. Hunter takes that as a sign it’s a common cold, and the test results come back negative for anything else. You’ll feel better in a week or so. Until then, Hunter orders you to stay in your room as much as possible, get bed rest, and drink plenty of water and tea.

Before they leave, Hunter ensures you finish your breakfast and takes the tray back for you. The light to your room is shut off, and the door is shut. You curl up under the blankets, after a few more coughs.

Hunter takes your tray back to the kitchen before going to tell Price the situation. Price isn’t overly surprised by the results, in fact he’s relieved it’s not something worse. He intends to get the program to cough up and medical records they may have of your vaccinations, just to be safe.

You lay in bed for a good hour or so, just resting as much as you can in between fits. It’s hard when even your nose won’t let you breath properly. You feel horrible. Then you get a text, your phone screen turning on next to you.

M: Hey.

Y: I’m sick.

M: Hi Sick, is my friend Spirit there?

Y: I can’t sleep.

M: Didn’t think you could get sick. Why can’t you sleep?

Y: can’t breathe through my nose.

M: spray salt water up your nose. Should help.

Y: thank you.

M: Get well.

You leave your bed to go ask Hunter if you could try it. The lights are bright and ugly, making you groan and retreat back into your room. When you come back out you have your hoodie and mask on. It’s one of Johnny’s old ones so it’s still big on you, but it shields your eyes. When you reemerge, Simon sees you.

“Oi. Spirit, back to bed.” He orders.

“Do we have salt water?” You ask.

“What do you need salt water for?” He asks.

“Nose.” You croaked, before having another coughing fit.

“Hunter is busy right now, I’ll go with you.” Simon sighs. You shuffle next to him, shivering a bit. Everyone would be busy today, there was an important mission coming up and today was prep. You likely couldn’t make it for the mission but that was fine with you.

Simon helps you with finding something for your sinuses. It relieves the stuffiness a bit. You have pretty bad coughing fit, almost choking, while Simon gives you some space. You whimper, and it’s hard not to show a bit of pity.

“Close your eyes.” He says. As soon as your tired eyes shut he picks you, carrying you back to your room. You were pretty light, even with all the weight you’ve gotten back. You let the soft bounce of his footsteps lull you back to sleep, entering a state where you’re just barely aware of the world around you. You overhear Alejandro keeping his voice low for you.

“How is she?”

“Sick still.” Simon states. “How are things on your end?”

“Just doing some maintenance right now.” Alejandro says. You fidget a little, trying to get more comfortable. “Im surprised Soap isn’t hovering around her door.”

“I’m keeping him at bay.” Simon says.

“I guessed as much.” Alejandro says, noticing you fidget again. “I’ll let you go.”

“Thanks.” Simon says, before the two parted ways. Simon got you back to your room tucking you into bed. He checks your forehead, and thankfully no high fever.

“Sleep better spirit.” He says before slipping out of your room. He doesn’t need the door. Once he reemerges, he sees Johnny, who curses under his breath. Simon fills him in anyways. “She’s trying to sleep.”

Johnny sighs, rubbing at his neck, tail flicking anxiously. “Johnny she’s fine.”

“Hybrids rarely get sick.”

“It’s a cold.” Simon says, removing Johnny’s hand from his neck. Simon replaces it with his own. “She’s gonna pull through.”

Johnny nods. He stresses over you far too much. “I’ll go getter lunch.”

“You’ll finish your practice runs first.” Simon orders.

“Yes sir.” Johnny replies, letting Simon follow him back to his work.

Thankfully Johnny comes to check on you, and sees you texting on your phone. You told him about Macho, and he liked seeing you had a friend. He asks how you’re feeling and your hacking tells him everything, along with the following whine from your sore throat.

“You need me to feed ya?” He teases. You shake your head, and he checks your forehead again. Warm but no fever. His demeanor shifts but not enough for you to notice. You sit up and slowly eat your food. Johnny stays with you, asking how you’re feeling and if you need anything. You start having a coughing fit, feeling something scratching in your throat. Johnny makes sure the food doesn’t spill as you keep coughing into your arm.

Johnny hears you sniffling and whimpering. He sees tears and puts a hand on your back. “What’s wrong, pup?”

“I hate being sick.” You croak.

“It’ll be okay.” He says, thought he is trying to reassure himself. “You’ll get better I promise you.”

“Am I holding back the mission?” You ask.

“No of course ya aren’t. The mission is going on as planned. König can help us where it’s needed.” Johnny tells you.

You finish eating and get a hug before Johnny leaves to let you rest. You didn’t eat much which makes him concerned.

He’s met with a similarly concerned König outside your room.

“How is she?” He asks.

“Not eating much.” Johnny says, his voice low. “You know where Hunter is?”

“Medbay as usual.” König says.

Rudy is passing the hall and notices the door to your room partially open. The white cadejo comes forward as he peaks inside. Of course Horangi catches him at the most unfortunate position. Horangi clears his throat, making Rudy give him a look.

Then Horangi gets a scent. A raw scent. Rudy ignores him and hurries inside, letting the cadejo find the source. Once the cadejo finds it, Rudy retreats and shuts your door.

Horangi looked at what the dog spirit found.“Is that…”

“Yes… raw meat.” Rudy says. The two went to Price immediately, who was with Hunter and of course König and Soap. The implications are not good.

Price can’t order a watch over you without making you worry. Price and Alejandro are sitting in his office trying to decide what the best course of action is. They can’t lock you in your room, and they have work to do. Right now the only humans they feel they can trust are Hunter and Laswell. The longer you were sick, the worse you would get, and the higher the risk.

At the moment you had a guard posted and the only ones allowed in were hybrids, Hunter and Laswell. Still, it’s weighing on Price, that someone would try to pull more shit.

For the next couple of days you could hear voices outside, and noticed someone standing outside your door every time it opened. You saw Johnny the most, with Simon slipping in from time to time, if only to make sure no one was entering without authorization. Alejandro and Rudy gave you updates about the missions and tasks. Hunter gave you check ups and encouraged your eating and medicine. König comes by to offer some company along with Horangi, often playing cards. Gaz did the best he could to keep your mood up.

Price comes in one day, after a few days of being sick. You were still asleep as he sat down. Your tray was basically untouched. He wasn’t about to force feed you but it may be all he could do. No raw scent. Good.

He brushes the hair out of your face, and can see how pale you are. You slowly wake up, groaning.

“Cap…tain…” you croak.

“Can you sit up corporal?” Price asks. You very slowly sit up, and Price can see your teeth have sharpened a little. They were still dull but there were signs of points.

“You need to eat.” He says. You shook your head. “That’s an order corporal. You follow orders understand?”

You nod. Price lets you eat on your own, taking small bites. You try to tell him you’re full, still coughing. He isn’t letting you off the hook. A few more bites. Just a few more. He’ll get you some more water, but you need to keep eating. When he goes into the hall, Hunter is there.

“Please tell me something positive.” Price asks, voice as quiet as possible.

“She’s behind on her vaccines and flu shots. The vaccines aren’t an issue but her flu shot…it could make her feel worse, but if she can’t get better…” Hunter trails off.

“You’re the medic, what do we do?” Price says.

“She needs to get back into regular meals. Once she gets more food, it should be safe.” Hunter says.

“I’ll get her some water.” Price says, and he leaves to get it.

Price won’t say anything, but he’s relieved you’re unfit for combat right now. Laswell had sent some concerning intel reports. The facility they would be infiltrating had advanced weaponry, and plenty of larger hybrids. He knows you can hold your own, but they would be dealing with experimental blood, which could contain just about anything. They'd have tact gear and their training but it may not be enough. The last thing he wants is a dead teenager on his conscience.

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[mrshesh]

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

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?”

[diejager]

Hey! I'm new here but what I've seen of your blog so far I've consumed appreciatively.

Could I please get an Alejandro Vargas x f!reader anything nsfw with a breeding schmink?? I know that man wants a soccer team.

Perhaps he'd seen the reader take care of a kid/s in his family and she's really good with them, she's always wanted her own so when something clicks with Alejandro, man is on a mission that doesn't take very much convincing on the readers part.

Thank you 🤍

Parenthood

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

Cw: breeding kink, pregnancy, soft sex, creampie, service dom!Alejandro, p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.4k (A/N): I’m gonna be honest with you, I don’t really like it and it feels a bit rushed and just bad.

His heart nearly stopped when he turned around, the sight making him choke down a breath. He’d forgotten for a second that he was in public, gracing the cleaned streets of Las Almas, the cartel driven away by the joint force of Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros. Breath stolen away in a whisper of love and admiration, he watched you play with the children, small and precious, sitting on your haunches with the kids surrounding you in a crowd of loud chatting and adorable giggles. His knees felt weak when he caught your eyes, glancing his way with a smile gracing your lips, the warm and motherly gleam in your beautiful eyes and the way you held the small fingers of a child between your soft fingers.

“Oh, mi amor,” he sighed, feeling his cheeks flush brightly, chest filling up with warmth, a comforting and burning heat that pulsed through his body like a plague. 

He remembered that he wore the clothes of a civvy, he was but a man and a husband outside of the uniform, outside of the base, and outside of the battlefield. He moved slowly when you beckoned him towards you, hand leaving the child to wave him over, fingers curling and smile so enticing to kiss. He bowed to your whim, crouching beside you to greet the kids, smiling warmly and coaxing them forward with the promise of a piggyback ride. It made him wonder how energetic and joyous his house would be with children running around the place.

You fell back on the bed, lips swollen and cheeks flushed, your hair was a mess and your clothes ruffled, riding over your abdomen, the edge of your lacy bra peeking under your shirt. Alejandro was quick to undress you, pulling your shirt over your head and your shorts down your legs, he unclipped your bra and pulled your panties to your ankles. He sat up, admiring your nakedness, the smooth curves of your hips and the sheen of sweat coating your skin. He shrugged his clothes off, lips wrapping around your nipples once his shirt was off, teeth nipping at your collar and neck before trailing down your stomach to kiss your slick folds.

He shuddered at the taste of your pussy, tongue lapping at your clit, rolling the tip over your sensitive button. He drank up your moans as he drank up your slick, lips latching to your nub, sucking while his hands moved up your thighs, gripping the apex of it and dipping into you. With two fingers, he slipped them between your lips, teasing you while he still had the self-control to. He had to hold you down, despite your squirming and mewls being addicting, he needed you to stay still for him to make you come before he snapped.

“God, Ale-” you knocked your head back when you felt him push a finger in, pumping in and out, and curling upwards. 

He groaned, eyes rolling back at the wet squelch of his finger - fingers, now that he added another one to stretch you out - and curling them against your spongy wall, in search of your sweet g-spot. His cock rubbed against the tightness of his boxers, being confined to his pants while he serviced you in a way that any husband should with his precious wife if he wanted her happy, rutting against the bed. 

He drove in, panting as if he ran a marathon, out of breath from the excitement and control he exerted on himself. He wanted you to come first, to feel you fall over the edge, to watch your back arch and toes curl before he fucked his child into you, to fill you with his cum and love. He shifted his hand, digits pounding upwards in fast and erratic motions, rigid as he pushed on, listening to your yelp turning into whimpers and mewls mixing together as your toes curled, fingers gripping the bed sheets. 

“Come for me, mi amor,” he mumbled against your clit, his voice rumbling down to your core. “C’mon.”

He felt you jerk, your thighs closing around his head and your walls clamping down on his fingers, pulsing wildly with every loud mewls and moans. He helped you ride out your climax, pumping slowly while you panted, keeping his fingers relaxed until you calmed down. He pressed his lips to your navel, right over your womb, moving up with his little pecks, cheeky and loving. He could spend his days worshipping you with his lips, his hands and his cock, but you pulled him towards your lips, mouth moving feverishly against his, chasing the taste of your cunt on his tongue. He groaned, tongue meeting yours in a dance, rolling over yours and slipping between your teeth. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the salty tang slipping onto your tongue. His eyes closed in the moments, lost in the softness and enrapture of your being, mind zoned into your hands wandering over his neck, short nails caressing down his chest, over the curves of his sculpted abdomen and to the waistband of his briefs. 

You pulled them down, slipping your fingers under the waistband and pushing them down his strong thighs and muscled ass, his hard and angry cock bobbing and slapping his happy trail. He kicked them off, as impatient as he was to undress you, throwing his boxers somewhere behind him. He grasped your hips, ready to lay you down on your back and kiss you away, but you pushed him back, forcing him to sit on his ass as you straddled him. He let out a soft moan, your wet and warm cunt grinding down on his leaky cock, his bulbous head nudging the hood of your clit. 

“Please, corazón.”

Hands planted on his shoulders and him supporting your weight by your hips, you sank, feeling his cock stretch you open. You shared a groan, Alejandro���s cock filling you inch by inch, swallowed by your pulsing walls. You moved slowly, hips bucking as you rode him, steadily taking him deeper with every roll, rocking down until he bottomed out, sitting flush on his lap, thighs wet and body sweaty. He kissed you reverently, holding you to his chest as you shifted, legs pushing you up and down, skin slapping together in echoing squelch, wet and filthy as the words he whispered in your ear. 

He voiced his wishes of wanting to become a father, of wanting to breed your fertile womb, of wanting to see your stomach swell with life. He’d drink the milk from your swollen tits, the sweet and warm dribble of milk that would leak from your overfilled breasts. He’d hold and caress your round stomach, watching it grow with the passing months and caring for your every whim. He promised you he’d make you a mother, to care for you during your pregnancy and to watch over your little bébé, holding them in his arms, kissing them with the gentle press of his lips, and letting them grab his finger. 

Alejandro promised you the world as he bucked upwards, fucking himself into you with a delirious mind and stuttering pace. You rocked down, thighs burning with exhaustion and cramping, working to ride up and down on his throbbing cock, the crossing veins rubbing against your back wall. Your cunt pulling him in, the knot in your core tightening with a strong pulse, coaxing him closer to his end. Alejandro looked as strained as you were, breathing heavily, chest puffing up with broken groans and skin gleaming with sweat. He chased his release, lips catching yours with an open-mouthed kiss, tongue swirling around yours, sharing warm breaths. 

“Alejandro-” you swore, “I love you- I- fuck… Te amo. Te amo, Ale.”

You felt his cock jump, a sudden and strong thrust, slamming his head to your cervix had you reeling, coil in your navel snapping. Moans rolled down your tongue, body shuddering strongly as your legs buckled under you, knees falling and depending on him to ride out your high. His name and I love yours slipped from you, egging Alejandro on with every confession, especially the ones in Spanish. It doesn’t take long for him to come, your release being the catalyst for his. Cum spurted from his slit, painting your walls with his potent load and filling your womb, hips stuttering until he stilled, sitting motionless on his lap.

You both gasped, breath laboured as you leaned into him, forehead touching one another. Your eyes searched his warm, brown ones, the swirl of love in them had you swooning for the man you married. You felt full and warm, loved and taken cared of, in Alejandro’s arms with your mouth locked, sharing a moment withouting needing to voice out your emotions. 

“Do you think it’ll take?” You mumbled, pressing your head under his chin.

He hummed, his throat rumbling from the low sound.

“We’ll try again if it doesn’t.”

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El's COD Kinktober 2024

I figured this would be a good way to keep my blog alive. Expect short pieces, and missed days. But I will do my best

NSFW Minors DNI

1. SOMNOPHILIA: JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

Soap wakes up to you moaning in your sleep. He helps you make your dreams a reality.

➳ gnlafab!reader, wet dreams, somnophilia, dry humping, fingering, premature ejaculation, use of "pup" once

2. Sensory Deprivation/Blindfolds: John Price x Reader

Somehow it's better when you don't know it's coming

3. Double Penetration: Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo Parra x Reader

Your Colonel and Sergeant comfort you the day after a bad date

4. Lingerie: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

You want to surprise Ghost for his birthday. Things go wrong, in perhaps the best way.

5. Mommy Kink: Philip Graves x Reader

After a particularly long mission and several bad months at the company, Graves' spirits are low. He needs someone to take care of him, to tell him he's good

6. Threesome: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick and König x Reader

KorTac has been working alongside Task Force 141 for a while now. Kyle has always had his eye on you, but it becomes clear that the Austrian giant feels the same. Tensions rise between the two until they decide to prove which of them is best once and for all

7. Restraints: Kim "Horangi" Hon-jin x Reader

Horangi is in debt to you and your going to teach him a lesson: either he pays you back monetarily or...

8. Body Worship: Alex Keller x Reader 

Alex thinks every inch of your body is perfect. And he won't stop telling you until he's sure you believe it too.

9. Face Sitting: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Gaz overhears you telling Soap you've never enjoyed receiving oral. He decides to change that

10. Exhibitionism: Nikolai x Reader

Nik likes to show you off whenever he can. The Task Force has been eyeing you too much as of late. He reminds them who you belong to.

11. Thigh Fucking: König x Reader

König is just too big

12. Breeding: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Mid-fuck, Ghost let's slip that he wants to be a mommy.

13. Overstimulation: Rodolfo Parra x Reader

After everything that happened with the Shadow Company, you're just glad to have him back. Your relief at his wellbeing quickly becomes more and, well, you have a lot of stress to work off. But he can take it.

14. Free Use: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader 

You and Kyle have an agreement. Whatever either of you want to do, whenever you want to do it. You both enjoy your agreement.

15. Blood Kink: Nikto x Reader

Nikto comes to your door, desperate. You tell him you can't, you're on your period. Blood has never bothered him before, why would it now?

16. Dry Humping: John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader 

You can't, it's a sin... Luckily even God leaves loopholes.

17. Uniform Kink: Philip Graves x Reader

He can't get enough of the way you look, all dressed up for this event. And you can't get enough of him in his dress uniform.

18. Cockwarming: Alejandro Vargas x Reader 

There's nothing Alejandro likes more than coming home to you. And to his second home, between your legs.

19. Pegging: Alex Keller x Reader

One of his friends bought it as a gag gift. You laughed. Alex didn't.

20. Oral Fixation: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Gaz notices how you've always got something in your mouth; a pencil, gum, a lollipop. He can tell it calms you. At a formal event, he senses your stress and gives you something to help ground yourself.

21. Corruption Kink/Loss of Virginity: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

After months of dating and never doing more than make out, you ask Soap when you're going to, well, do it. His answer surprises you, and you learn something about yourself that's even more surprising.

22. Spit: König x Reader 

In the heat of an argument you spit at your Colonel's feet.

23. Choking: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

An accidental training misshap leaves Ghost reeling, you help pull him in.

24. Werewolf: Keegan P Russ x Reader

Little Red Riding Hood, you should know better than to wander the woods at night alone. Especially tonight.

25. Spanking: John Price x Reader

John decides to get you back for slapping his ass in front of his men.

26. Predator/Prey: Valeria Garza x Reader

You and Valeria play a game of hide and seek with a twist...

27. Praise: John Price x Reader

Joyn worries he isn't good enough, that he's gone too often. That he's a bad person. You assure him none of its true.

28. Boot Worship: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

You show Simon your new boots. He reacts unexpectedly.

29. Hair Pulling: John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

You accidentally grab his hair during a spar. He moans like a whore.

30. Cumplay: Poly!141 x Reader

Soap had an idea for a fun game. You're just surprised he was able to rope the others into it too.

31. Wild Card

[soapsbaby]

Friends with Benefits

Kinktober IV

Summary: How a friends with benefits relationship would go with them. Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” Mactavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, John Price, König, Alejandro Vargas, Rudy Vargas, Valeria Garza, all x gn!reader Rating: NSFW (mdni) Word Count: 1200ish

Ghost

In the beginning it was a lot more “benefits” than it was “friends”. He had a lot of issues to let you in any further than just sleeping with you. 

You were an outlet for frustration and he was entirely honest about that and made sure you didn't feel used or led on.

It took a while but eventually you were able to spend the night, he started calling you when he needed company and eventually he even opened up to you a little and you finally got to understand why he acts the way he does.

He’s a very attentive lover and now that he has a closer bond with you, also an incredible friend. He is always there to listen, even if he often doesn’t know what advice to give you.

Often calls you over late at night or right after returning from missions, just needing a way to blow off steam. He tends to be a little rough with you, but only with your consent.

He isn’t interested in any relationship or attachments so he is quite happy with your arrangement. 

Soap

You and Johnny had been friends for super long before you eventually got closer to him. It was just supposed to be a sleepover so you could binge some horror movies together, but at some point his hand had ended up on your thighs, then you had ended up in his lap and the moment you started kissing you both knew it was over. 

Except for having sex not much has changed between the two of you, most of your hookups still happen during movie nights or other friendship hangouts that you would have had before starting to sleep together.

It’s becoming a problem when people start asking questions since neither of you pay any attention to the movies you’re supposed to be watching. “Oh, you watched (...) on the weekend, right?? How was it?” “Uh… Good… I think.” 

You are so casual and comfortable with each other that there was never really a phase of awkwardness between you two, it just felt natural. 

He honestly doesn't care if anyone finds out, is the type to pull you into a supply closet for a quickie.

Price

You are both very happy with the arrangement, even though except for missing full commitment you are basically in a relationship. 

He will always make sure you know you are taken care of and that you know how much he appreciates you, take you out for dinner or cook for you, get you gifts. 

Compared to the others, your relationship is a little more mature and less impulsive, you had been friends for a long while, tried to date but didn’t quite work out. Still, you both had to admit you enjoyed having sex with one another, so you just decided to go back to that part. 

He’ll check in with you often to make sure you are still happy with the situation and it is understood that if either of you ever find a serious relationship you’ll have to stop.

He likes to make sure he has his time with you, whenever you have a "date" he wants to have the whole day off.

Gaz

It was supposed to be just a friends with benefits situation but failed almost immediately. You both tried so hard to keep it casual but it was a lost cause from the first time. 

Gaz used to have hookups quite often when off duty, but now that he has you, he doesn’t really want or need that anymore. He doesn’t want to admit it to himself, let alone you, but he’s kind of obsessed with you.

At this point you are spending so much time at each other’s places that you might as well move in, but both of you are afraid to suggest taking the next step because that is not what we agreed on.

He is so sweet, always taking his time with you, making sure you are the priority and that you feel well taken care of.

So good at giving oral.

König

You’re one of the few people from his past that he is still in contact with and though you don’t get to see him often, it’s a good time whenever you do.

It’s good for him to have someone from his childhood that can give him a reality check and make sure he doesn’t forget where he came from when he needs it.

He isn’t the best at communicating, which your situation requires a lot of, so you run into problems at times. You don’t see each other often, most of the time there is a lot of distance dividing you, plus the time zones, so there is a lot to be navigated.

He likes and appreciates you a lot though, so you make it work somehow.

Most of the time he is super gentle with you and will do whatever it takes to make sure you finish first, however there have been situations where he just needed to use you to get some negative emotions out of his system after a failed mission.

Alejandro 

He always said he wasn’t one for casual sex, that he was made for relationships, but he had to learn that that just isn’t fully true. Once you and him started sleeping together he had to realize how convenient it was to have someone to help him have his needs met without the responsibilities that come with actual relationships.

He’s a great lover, extremely attentive, very loving, and skillful at what he does. He’d never be selfish and only get himself off.

Rudy

You have been friends with benefits for as long as you can remember, so the communication between the two of you is great since you just know each other so well.

It started when you were joking around with him after a bad date how dating around wasn't worth it just to have mediocre sex with people you barey liked and he got competetive about it.

"Bet I could do better." (He in fact could and did do better)

You don’t sleep with each other that often, just once every few months when you both feel like it. Most of the time when you hang out, things stay strictly platonic, that is just the way things work out for you.

Valeria

She doesn’t have many friends that she can actually trust, so she was terrified to push your relationship any further than a friendship. She didn’t want to risk losing you, one of the few people who knew her before the army, before the cartel. 

Still, one thing led to another and she’d never want to go back to before. She knows you might not fully support her work in the cartel, but that you still feel nothing but loyalty for her.

She doesn’t have time for an actual relationship and also wouldn’t want to put someone in danger of getting caught up in the crossfire of cartel dealings, so you being fairly low-commitment for her is ideal.

She can be a bit of a selfish lover, but you adore pleasuring her, so it all works out in the end.

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Morning After: Bonus Chapter

Alejandro Vargas x Female Reader

I know there was a request for this. It was sitting in my inbox for ages. But somewhere along the way, the physical ask disappeared when I went to make the draft. Thanks a lot, Tumblr. But this user knows who they are! (They saw it on Ao3 first).

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Morning After - 141 Imagines Link

Content & Warnings: brief alcohol mention, one night stand, brief cock warming, unprotected piv

Word Count: 944

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The hint of stale cigarettes lingers on your tongue. Outside, you hear the lull of traffic, of people, of horns, of noise. It drills into your skull, leaving behind a throbbing sensation that might have been there upon waking. Thin rays of morning sunshine peek through the shut blinds, providing just enough light to see by.

Rubbing at your eyes, you stretch, the soft sheets twisting around your body further. A silent yawn follows, the joints in your knees and shoulders popping, muscles gently resisting. Within all of that is soreness, not only in your limbs but…between your legs. Shifting, the tenderness spikes, and you wince slightly.

Last night starts to come back in fragments—pieces.

A smokey bar. Music. A man kissing your neck as the two of you swayed to the beat.

For a moment, you smile, and then reality comes crashing down like a boulder. There was a bar, music, and plenty of liquor, but you went home with someone.

Slowly, you turn your neck, finding that someone.

Alejandro.

That’s his name. The one he gave you, the one you moaned while he was balls deep and licking stray droplets of tequila off your nipples.

He’s asleep and on his stomach, one large, muscled arm bent under the pillow to support his head. The bedsheet pools at his hips, revealing his bare back and portions of his legs.

More memories follow.

You straddling his lap, lips connecting, grinding on his thigh as he told you how pretty you looked. There was tequila—a river of it. A walk back to his place. There was no pause. No space for breath. When he had slammed the door shut, you were already reaching for him, the two of you shedding clothes quickly, fucking on the floor before eventually making it to the bed.

The soreness between your legs makes itself known again. As you adjust, a sticky residue rubs at your inner thighs. Reaching under the sheet, you examine the area, only for your fingers to come back with a substance you know all too well.

Alejandro groans, and then the bed beneath you dips slightly as he rolls onto his side, stretching. Those dark eyes open, and immediately find you.

“Good morning,” he purrs, a husky quality to his voice.

Your pussy immediately clenches in anticipation. The two of you might have fucked like animals trying to reproduce last night, but what’s a morning of doing the same? Even though it’s returning in fragments, you did enjoy yourself.

“Morning,” you reply softly.

“You moved away in your sleep,” he says, and it sounds like a complaint.

You open your mouth to reply but Alejandro is already reaching out for you, using that brute strength to roll you onto your side and pull you against him. His warmth instantly greets you, wrapping you up, muscles relaxing into that comfort.

He sighs, nuzzling your neck. Lips brush just behind the shell of your ear, making you shiver. One large hand slides to your front, lowering until it almost grasps your sex. His other arm curves just under your neck, that hand lightly resting at your throat.

Like this, your body responds, wanting closeness. And it’s clear that his body wants you too. His dick rests against the curve of your ass, all hardness.

Alejandro’s mouth shifts, his lips pressing kisses to the exposed portions of your neck between his fingers. “Let me in,” he murmurs. “Warm me up.”

His hand against your pelvis shifts to your thigh, and you lift in invitation. Hooking your foot at his calf, you create enough of an opening for Alejandro to shift his hips. The head of his cock drags over your skin and then settles at your entrance. Alejandro’s breath is warm against your skin.

He gently rocks forward. Though the tenderness flares slightly, your pussy eagerly accepts him, adjusting like it’s remembering the memory of him inside you. The moan you let out is more a whimper as he sheaths himself entirely.

Alejandro holds there, not thrusting, not moving, only kissing your neck and shoulder. His fingers gently clasp your chin, shifting your face enough that he can find your lips. You melt under that connection, accepting it like a refreshing glass of cold water.

As your hips press back involuntarily, Alejandro squeezes your thigh, keeping you still as he holds himself inside you.

“Not yet, mi vida,” he croons.

The hand upon your thigh relaxes, shifting lower until he finds his prize. You gasp against his mouth, pussy clenching around his cock as Alejandro’s index finger circles your clit.

He hums with contentment. “That’s what I want.”

A few more strokes and your thighs quiver.

“Almost,” he whispers.

The slick sound of his fingers sliding over and around your clit overshadow everything else. An orgasm builds—sharp and ready to strike. It doesn’t take much until your breath hitches and your cunt clamps down on him.

Alejandro begins to move, hips rocking back and forth in a steady motion. But he never ceases touching you—never stops teasing your clit with his fingers. Every moan and gasp you give him is greedily consumed, his tongue delving into your mouth for a taste.

It is intimate. Passionate. And you hardly notice when his pace increases.

Not until he gently shifts you onto your stomach, his cock never slipping out once as he adjusts.

The pillow is cool against your cheek.

Your arms are pinned above your head by the wrists.

Alejandro pumps savagely, murmuring in Spanish like he’s sending a prayer to the heavens.

You lift your hips, spread your legs a little wider, and smile.

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[the-froschamethyst4]

To Be Loved

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Alejandro x Blind! Wife! reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, language, blind reader, arrange marriage, married couple, kissing, soft! Alejandro, CEO! Alejandro,

𖤐Summary: Alejandro and Y/n are in an arranged marriage because of Y/n’s father, and after years pass Alejandro does everything to make sure Y/n is comfortable at the annual Gala his company holds

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Sitting in the office with her father and some man, she has no idea who this guy is.

"Y/n," when hearing her name, she stood up form her chair and made sure her hands weren't too cold or hot, she stood in front of the man and brings her hands up to the mans face.

She was trying to 'get a feel' for him, trying to feel his facial features, she can feel a stubble, long hair with an undercut, she feels a sharp jaw line, and her hands moves down to feel his neck, it was muscular. He must be very buff, he must work out a lot.

She takes her hands back and puts them in front of her stomach.

"Honey?"

"Yes?" She asks, turning around in the direction she heard her father.

"That is Alejandro Vargas...he will be your husband...I have set up an arrange marriage to help you."

"Help me? I'm not...handicapped, I can do most things."

"I know, honey, you prove that to me time and time again, he's just here because I want you to feel comfortable."

Y/n's father is an important public figure and everyone knows about his blind daughter Y/n, seeing her as someone who is special, the fuck does that mean?

Everyone treated Y/n like she was toddler, treating her like a fragile newborn. She was anything but a baby.

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A Few Years Later 9:30AM

This interaction was over a few years ago, where she met her soon-to-be husband. Y/n was very nervous on what her father has gotten her into. But so far Alejandro has been the best husband he can be.

Taking time with her, being patient, and remembering that she has more of a hard time than he does.

Y/n sat on the balcony attached to her bedroom she shared with Alejandro.

She liked feeling the morning breezy against her skin, this is how she knows it's going to be a good day, she sips on her morning tea, and she heard the sliding door open, she took a deep breath and sets her teacup on the little plate.

"Alejandro?" She questions.

"Sorry, if I disturbed you," Alejandro says, moving next to her and crouching down next to her. He was gentle sliding his hand to her knee letting her know where he was.

"It's okay." She says.

"The morning looks gorgeous," he says.

"What does the sky look like today?" She asks, his hand then goes to hers resting in her lap.

"Yellow, orange, a hint of red, the clouds look gorgeous, a light white, it feels like it'll be a warm day today," he says, looking up at her.

Her head hangs for a little bit and then she moves her hands from Alejandro's and placed both of her hands on both sides of his face.

"Your face is hot."

"I don't feel quite good today."

"How bad?"

"Just a headache and a cough, nothing bad," he says, taking her right hand and kissing her knuckles.

"Your hands are rough."

"Forgot my lotion," he chuckles, making Y/n giggle as well. Alejandro then looked past Y/n seeing his assistant Rudy tap his watch letting him know they'll be late for their meeting. Alejandro just gives him a slight nod and squeezed her hands letting her know he loves her.

"I'll be back, okay. Around 5ish," he says, leaning forward and kissed her temple.

"Okay...I love you too," she squeeze his hands back. "Hi Rudy."

"Hi, Mrs. Vargas, sorry I didn't announce myself before, I didn't want to interrupt you and Mr. Vargas." He says.

"That's alright." She says, taking her tea and Alejandro kissed the top of her head.

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Later That Night

Alejandro had his hands over his face annoyed, when he gets home he'll have to see if Y/n will be willing wanting to go to the Gala his company holds every year. Sometimes Y/n wants to go and other times she doesn't want to.

Alejandro doesn't force her to go if she doesn't, and he doesn't go just to make her comfortable, they've only been a few times.

Little did Alejandro know, Y/n was getting ready with help from Rudy. Rudy was Alejandro's assistant and was sometimes Y/n's assistant. Alejandro trusts Rudy with Y/n, Rudy knows what happens if he gets to close or too touchy with Y/n.

Rudy blow dried Y/n's hair brushing it gently and running his fingers through her hair with some heat protection spray.

"What have you picked out?" Y/n asked as she stood next to her bed as Rudy pulled out a dress from her closet.

"I actually didn't pick this one. Alejandro had asked me if you were willing to go, to pick this out for you, and since you're going..." Rudy placed the dress on the bed. "It's a dark green emerald mermaid style dress with a long train."

"Is it silk?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Any jewels?"

"No ma'am."

"Okay. Thank you, Rudy."

"Do you need help?"

"No, I got it."

"Okay, I'll be just outside your door if you need help."

"Thank you, Rudy."

"Of course," She hears the door shut, she does this every time once Rudy leaves, and the door is closed Y/n walks to the door and feels around to make sure he was actually gone and if he did move, she would hear him.

She moves around her bedroom and feels her knee knock against the wood of her bedframe. She feels the silk dress and smiles, she knows Alejandro has a good eye for certain things, so she must look good in dark green.

Some of the dresses she owns are either dark green, tan, dark brown and black, neutral tones.

She drops her robe and grabs her dress. Soon, the door opens.

"Rudy?!"

"Not Rudy," it was Alejandro. "Sorry, guess I should have knocked, sorry."

"Alejandro you scared me."

"Sorry," he chuckles, walking towards her and kissed her lips. "Do you need help with anything?"

"Can...Can you zip me up?" She turns. Alejandro didn't even need to ask his question, he got his answer. His knuckle caressed her bare back sending shivers down her spine. He takes the zipper and zips her up.

"There," he says, kissing her neck. "So, I take it you do want to go?"

"Yes. But I'm sticking with you the whole time."

"I know, I'm not going to ditch you at the Gala." He says with a smile.

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Going through the double doors of the big ballroom that was holding the Gala. Alejandro used his arm to help guide Y/n through the whole place, her head was mainly down avoiding eye contact except whenever Alejandro would talk to her.

Her hand rested on his forearm, she was walk whenever Alejandro following his lead.

As Alejandro and Y/n walked through the Gala, people mumbled, whispered, and stared at the couple mainly asking why was Y/n always looking down?

Why did she not at anyone else?

Why isn't she leaving Alejandro's side?

Questions that should be really kept to themselves.

A group of women walked to Alejandro, Y/n and some of the men Alejandro was talking to.

"Hi, I'm Sasha." She stuck her hand out right in front of Y/n's down face but she of course didn't get the hint. "Hello?"

"Not now, Sasha," Alejandro tells her.

"Why? She can't speak for herself, Alejandro?"

"I can...but," Y/n looks up at her making the girls a bit shocked. "I can't quite see you." She says.

"Oh shit, I am so sorry." She did seem genuine about her mistake.

"It's okay," Y/n says.

"Say would you like to come hang with us?" Y/n looks up at Alejandro almost like she is asking for permission.

"It's up to you amor," he says.

She looks back at Sasha. "Sure." She says. Y/n moves off of Alejandro and Sasha gradually takes Y/n's hand and placed her hand on Sasha's forearm and they all walk around together.

"Do you drink?" Sasha asks.

"No," Y/n giggles. "I usually just drink tea, milk, water, I don't like the taste."

"Really!"

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9:00PM

Sasha and Y/n ended up talking and spending the rest of the night together. Y/n and Sasha sat on a black couch talking, Y/n was drinking water and Sasha was drinking a dirty martini.

Alejandro walks around the Gala trying to find his wife. He sees her smiling with Sasha as she tells her a story, he smiles to himself knowing Y/n is having fun without him.

"Pft, look at that one."

"Yeah, heard she's here with the boss."

"Alejandro? Yeah right, he has fucking standards."

"Why is talking about my wife always the topic with you people?" Alejandro turned his head and gave the three males the meanest, darkest stare ever. The guys face turned pale and they looked scared for their lives.

"B-Boss-"

"I don't want to hear your piss-poor excuses don't ever bring up my wife ever again," he says as the guys all ran from him.

Alejandro then looks at Y/n and Sasha coming up to him.

"Amor," he coos.

"Everything okay? Saw you talking to those three," Sasha says.

"Yeah, everything's fine," he takes Y/n's hand placing it on his arm. "You ready to go home, mi amor?"

"Yes, I'm really tired." She says. "Thank you, Sasha for letting me hang out with you."

"Of course, Y/n, anytime," she smiles.

Alejandro walks Y/n to the car, he could see the smile on her face, he then picks her up so suddenly bridal style.

"Woah!" Her arms quickly wrap around his neck. "Alejandro," she giggles.

"You look so beautiful tonight, amor." He says into her hair.

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At home cuddling was the best between you two. Alejandro holding you so close to his chest, his hot body felt so good against hers. Y/n was on top of Alejandro's chest, she brings her hands up to his face and starts touching his face.

"You don't have a stubble anymore."

"Yeah, I shaved a few days ago, it's coming back."

"You still...feel the same since the day I first met you."

"I haven't changed much," he says, taking a strand of her hair and starts twirling it between his fingers. "Your hair is so soft." He mumbles.

"I changed my shampoo, I think Rudy said it was strawberries," she says as she starts tracing shapes over his chest.

"Rudy?"

"He gave it to me...he said you liked the smell, I feel like I learn more and more about you, Alejandro," she tells him.

"I do, don't I," he says, caressing the back of her head. "I love you." He says.

"I love you too," she says with a smile.