#pathetic alejandro

[dramaticallytotal]

I'm Back In The Game, Except Not Really

In this au, the events leading up to Noah's elimination happened much like canon with little things here and there being different.

Instead of jumping off the plane, though. Chris announces that since Noah was no longer a competitor, he was rehired and back to being his personal assistant. Owen is happy even though he knows it means his little buddy wouldn't be able to talk to him or the others because it could be seen as him working with or helping someone. He at least gets to give him one last hug!!

Alejandro is pissed. What do you mean he's staying?? What do you mean I still have to see his stupid cute face??? What do you mean Alejandro now has to face his guilty feelings for tossing Noah out because of a completely true observation on the bookworms side???

In this au, Noah and Chris did plan his elimination still, but unlike my other aus where the producers don't give Noah his promotion and raise right away they do in this one because of how much a cluster fuck everything was without the teen.

So now he is a PA squared. Personal Assistant and Production Assistant. UwU

Everyone kind of expected not to see him much, so they were surprised when they saw him before the Greece challenge. It was right as Chris was about to announce where they were going when they heard his voice.

"Hold it, McLean. The interns gave you basically fanfiction. I don't know where they did their research, but wherever it was, I need to blacklist it from my resource pages. Here. Edited version, and I already let Chef know the destination change." They watched as Noah walked in and handed Chris some papers.

Chris read the papers and looked pretty pissed but before he could say anything, Noah cut him off, "And before you think of throwing out an intern for this. Don't. We don't have any to spare."

Chris was definitely pouting after that but snapped out of it and shooed Noah away so he could host.

All of them were in shock except Owen, who had seen assistant Noah in action in well...Action. Alejandro was practically swooning. Heather complained about why he couldn't be that motivated and in charge back on Island.

They see him again after Gwen wins her challenge. What they don't expect is to see him riding a bear past them. Like he didn't even acknowledge them. He went on his business, which apparently was riding a bear???

The next time he was seen is in the Australia challenge. Alejandro was the first to make it to Chris and Chef and sees Noah bring the two some drinks, all the while talking to an intern who was walking with him. Alejandro just stared even when he heard Heather approach because Noah wasn't just talking to the intern he was smiling and chuckling at the intern. And the intern? The guy was definitely flirting! Flirting!

Alejandro would know! He always knows when someone is flirting!

And the fact Noah was reacting???

Ridiculous!!!

The two left with Noah giggling about something that probably wasn't even worthy of his giggles, and it had Alejandro grinding his teeth.

The next, he saw the two because apparently they can't go anywhere without the other now (he says this despite this is only the second time he's seen them together) is the next challenge actually. In Sweden. Noah is once again bringing Chris a drink, a hot chocolate this time, and that same intern is with him smiling at Noah as he carries a big box that apparently has their jackets in it.

When Alejandro goes up to get his, he throws Noah his most charming smile and says, "Thanks, amigo!" But Noah's doesn't even look at him!

That pinche cabrón replies instead with a smile of his own, "You're welcome, dude. I'm just doing my job."

At least his failed efforts got a snicker out of Noah, and when they locked eyes, it took a whole 10 second before he looked away.

Not exactly a mission success but not a complete mission failure. He'll take it.

Then Noah was walking away so they could start their challenge when Noah started to slip and Alejandro had been completely ready to run and catch him, distance be damned. But that intern (he found out his name was Ace) caught Noah and even had his hands on his former teammate's waist and looked at him like he hung the stars! (Alejandro knew that! Ace was not worthy of acknowledging that!)

Alejandro was in a bad mood from that point on until Noah returned and told the guys they had to change into a costume for the upcoming song. The costumes were hideous, but Alejandro was confident that he could pull his off. After all, he was a Burromuerto!

Alejandro had even mumbled this to himself, but to his embarrassment, Noah overheard him.

"Wow. And here I thought your ego couldn't get any bigger."

I know something bigge- no bad Alejandro!

"I'm glad I can still suprise you, Mi Zorro~!"

"Yeah, whatever. Better hurry and change Casanova."

"You could stay and have a show." Alejandro couldn't help but tease with waggling eyebrows and all.

He tried not to be too captivated at Noah's abrupt laughter and the light blush that dusted his cheeks, but he failed. "I'm afraid I didn't purchase any tickets for that show, so I'm good. I hope you lose, Eel."

There was no way to miss how fond Noah sounded. It made Alejandro's heart sing.

Thankfully, the next time he got to see Noah, the boy was alone, but he was also dressed to the nines in a three-piece suit that matched with Chef's dress in Niagra Falls. He was helping wheel out the huge slot machine.

It was that moment that Alejandro knew. This wasn't a small crush. He was falling in love with Noah. And once he made that realization he vowed to woo his boy.

(Did he ask Chris if he could trade Heather for Noah? Maybe. Did he enjoy the blush that brought to his amor's face? Absolutely. Was the comment worth Heather screeching in his ear? He wants to say yes, but said ear was still ringing, so the jury was still out on that one.

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Will I ever make an au where Alejandro isn't a pathetic simp? Never.

That boy is so affection starved that the second he gets a hint of his affection being returned, he turns into a puppy.

Assistant Noah, my beloved! You are showcased yet again!

Alejandro is a jealous guy, and I love it, and I absolutely will utilize it.

Just overall a very humorous, fluffy au again with Alejandro being my favorite pathetic boy and Noah just being along for the ride and realizing "Dammit I actually really like that damn Eel." And not fighting it.

Just reluctantly accepting it.

This will definitely showcase protective dad figures Chris and Chef.

[someonestolemymacandcheese]

UGH ART BLOCK. Apologies but this is all you get. For now.

[alphaclxwn]

Because of you I know ship Noaheather, Alecan, and Trentney. I hope that you are proud of yourself for that. LOL

they r on a triple date and trentney wants to go home <33

[prettybean]

WHAT THEY WOULD SAY DURING SEX (COD +18)

* I have a soft spot for Keegan, im sorry

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Ghost

“I know it's big”

“arch your back, just like that”

“Did you want this? Say it"

“Stick out your tongue or I won't give you anything”

“Such a whore, now you don't act like a brat in front of everyone anymore, huh?”

“Are you listening? open your fucking legs"

“Good girl, let everyone hear how much you love having my cock inside”

“An angel who wants to be fucked by me, how pathetic”

Soap

“Where’s my innocent girl?”

“Show me how much you want it”

“Fuck, you're so cute when you struggle to stay still”

"Use your words"

“Get on your fucking knees”

“You’re sucking it so good, baby, can you take it down your throat?"

“Do you want me to cum here? You want it? Do you want me to fill that pretty mouth?”

“You're all dirty, come here”

Price

“Look at you, always trying to flirt with the higher ranking ones”

“Lie down on my desk”

“You're so wet, did you need a spanking to make you behave?”

“Cum. Now."

“You're still so needy, even though I just fucked you”

“Look how much you came, you wet my uniform”

“Call me sir or I will have to punish you again”

“I fuck you harder, so you will show me some respect”

Gaz

“You belong to me, am I clear?”

“You acted like a brat, now you pay the consequences”

“You’re so pretty you are when you moan for me”

"I love you so much"

“You can give me another one, pretty girl”

“Be good for me, cum on my cock”

“Do you like it, sugar?”

“Don't lie, your wet pussy is begging for mercy”

Alejandro

“I knew you would be good while I was at work”

“Did you touch yourself?”

“You're so cute, keep begging me”

“This pussy is so good, mi amor”

“That’s it, legs around my face, just like that”

“Fuck, I had no idea you were so sensitive”

“Do you like my tongue?”

“Don't look at me like that or I won't stop eating your pussy”

Graves

“Keep riding me, don't you dare stop”

“Do you feel it? Do you feel how good my cock fills you?”

“You like being on top of me, don’t you?”

“I just said a word and you're already bouncing on my cock”

"What did you say? I can't understand with all those moans"

“Good, just like that”

“I told you not to tease me in front of Shadows”

“I know you were just being a brat because you want to get fucked.”

König

"Do not run away"

“God, you're so small I could break you”

"It's big? huh?”

“You can't even take my cock properly, look at you”

“Don't cry, I only put on the tip”

“You're so tight, I might go crazy”

“Stop moving, you have to take it all”

“I don't give a fuck if it doesn't fit, take my cock like a good whore”

* He tends to switch to speaking only in German when he loses control

Keegan

“My eyes are up here”

“You do what I say, if I want you to cum, you cum, whore”

“I noticed how you looked at those recruits, you wanted their dicks too, huh?“

“What's the matter, are you shy now?”

“Do you like being fucked like a whore? This is what you deserve."

"You do not talk anymore? You won't get anything if you don't tell me what you want."

“This is my girl, always greedy for my cum”

"You want to come? Then start counting”

—

pt 2

[decaeys]

unbreathing lungs force out a thankful sigh: finally he is making some headway. he watches her long, graceful fingers -- digits made for playing the instrument, he ruminates, lingering on the thought long enough only to catch the end of her signs.

" you are far greater than any object, my light, " he hums, voice lowered as he loses himself in thought. " no object could play with the life that you give to your music. nothing inanimate could become as radiant as you are. "

her words matter not: he has broken through to her. even if she spends the next ten years berating him, she will at least have spoken. acknowledged him, understood his words. it is the bare minimum, and yet quite enough to relight a spark deep within his still chest.

" you could be happy if you do as I say, momentarily at least. if it is freedom that you require, then freedom I am willing to give. but not lightly, dear angel. first, you must show me how you play. teach me. aid me to weave my fingers across the strings that weave such breathtaking music. "

never one for instruments himself, it appears that music will become the next stop on his journey through unlife. mesmerised by the woman standing before him, he can only spare a brief thought for the arts that have previously captivated him so. painting, dance, theatre -- none of it seems so important now as the melodies that haunt the depths of his mind. all he longs for is the echoes of the etwhal bringing life to his otherwise abandoned domain.

being here feels no different to what it would to be a prisoner within demacia's petricite walls and cold iron bars, with shackles just as cold bound tight around her ankles and wrists. alejandro is not unkind, sweetening her with promises of luxury and comfort even royalty would find themselves yearning for; and yet, she feels just as trapped. this is a world of his making, not hers.

sona's cerulean eyes glisten with the ever obstinate sheen of loathing as her gaze instinctively trails after him. they fall upon his hands, the arch of his knuckles and grooves between each finger, softening for a brief — though bitterly discernible — moment as she realizes he is signing to her. it's a softness colored by a thick veil of genuine shock and disbelief at the gesture that so few would make the effort to learn, but her lips thin at the words they convey. holiday. as if she could think of this, think of this place, think of him, as a retreat of her choosing. in all of its grandeur, sona can see nothing but the glaring glint of horrors splintering before her.

" what could we possibly need each other for ? " she signs back, brows creasing together as she shoots alejandro a darkening glare. " how could this be my home? you stole me, like— . . . " sona pauses, staring down at her hands, shoulders sagging. " like i'm an object for you to own. how could i be happy here? "

[cherie-doll]

>-< Im real nervous for asking but could I get the cod men's reaction to their s/o surprising them with lingerie?

aw, don't be shy, your asks are welcome ^^ hope i didn't disappoint !!

COD men reacting to you surprising them with lingerie

༢ུ· Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto (suggestive duh)

༢ུ࿓ You don't have to be sugarcoating yourself for Price to want to delve into his dark thoughts. Anything that makes him feel relaxed and melt the day's tension is almost enough to have him want you in some form or way. But you going the extra mile for him screams for him to just take you already, translating your every body language like it's a lost tongue only he can speak and understand better.

༢ུ࿓ Simon not even registering what you're wearing but what you're not. What is this open invitation you've extended out to him? He knows all to well the gestures you pull to capture him and toy around with him. The moderation he almost never puts to practice, all of it dissolving when he pulls back to admire your beauty and how much of a slave he's become to it. With a touch or gaze that changes him instantly from intimidating to easily conquerable.

༢ུ࿓ Johnny feels as if you're leading him in, leaving him hanging on a string as he's overtaken by this tense sensation that he leaves it up to you to break him in. His tongue so tangled that he can't express any thought running through his mind, leaving him to resort to sputter pathetic phrases. He's all dizzy with infatuation that the ache isn't painful but more like a welcoming comfort he savors like an aftertaste all night.

༢ུ࿓ Yeah, it's cute and funny and provocative until it has Kyle's knees weaking and his heart beating fast. All vocabulary used to express will leave him for the next few minutes and only his eyes will communicate the danger that is there and inviting. It's tantalizing and possibly making him want to go crazy with all the thoughts now swarming and going berserk inside his head of everything he wants to do to you. Anything that will make him feel alive and press that soft body of yours hard against him.

༢ུ࿓ Roach hadn't the slightest idea on what to do. It's as if his system stopped working and not a single thought could form coherently as he felt his blood rush. A shiver like a strong current dispelled throughout his body, his veins rushing with hot blood. He almost stumbled backwards, halted in his steps and already felt his neck collar become tight. He knew what he wanted to do, what he'd fantasized about, the whispering of his needs. You knew he wanted to so he only kneeled down, asking you to tell him what to do.

༢ུ࿓ Alejandro has been waiting for this day (or night) like you've got no idea. He's already grabbing you by the hair and pulling towards him. You can barely keep up as one minute he's baring your neck, pressing hot kissed to your face, jawline, neck down to your chest and everywhere it's like he's worshipping you. And it feels like it's only proper, as you look so ethereal sitting there all made up like that. But he's about to undo you just to be able to seep into your crevices and leave you a mess.

༢ུ࿓ Rudy was breathless seeing how beautifully clad you were in those clothes. He felt so incredibly lucky to behold you in this moment, felt so incredibly blessed that he couldn't even bring himself to touch you. His hands would hover over you even after he's gazed deeply into your eyes and you could already see the haze take over. His eyes not knowing where to look or how to focus. You took his hands gently and placed them on you, guiding them to where he felt he could take lead and continue.

༢ུ࿓ Phillip would open the door to find this delightful surprise. Crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway as you feel his eyes run over your body, admiring it like art in a museum. You better lie back because his hands are already fiddling with his belt. From here on your words will fall in italics as your breath shatters into a million pieces inside your throat, barely being able to form a sentence. Your one word responses and exclaims stimulating him, stirring him to go on like encouraging words that do nothing but stroke his ego.

༢ུ࿓ Makarov will remind you in six different ways why you shouldn't ever pull out a lingerie set unless you're ready to go limp. You wanna kiss and make out hard? He'll leave all kinds of marks and abrasions on your skin that read like tattoos and are reminders of how down bad he can get. You honestly don't know who controls who, on nights like these where any movement, any subtle change of pace, or sudden jerk and bolt will have immediate effect.

༢ུ࿓ Keegan that on the surface seems to hold such restraint as to let his gaze slowly, and very slowly observe you. He's impatient, but doesn't want to break the surface tension right away, ruin this perfect moment he's envisioned much too many times that he's almost got a script. His deep eyes darkening with menace as he comes closer, holding captive your eyes to his lustful gaze. It's as if you've stopped breathing as he looks down at you, making that heavy burning feeling really make an effect.

༢ུ࿓ You've got König bringing honor to his nickname. That beastly battering ram feeling the strong and sudden urge to dim the lights and slam right into you. You're giving him a loose rein and he'll use it, no more feeling of a rope burn restraining him. His heavy, heaving body already hooked on yours and merciless as to soullessly devour you whole. He's unable to control as if on a drug that'll leave him spent afterwards.

༢ུ࿓ Horangi barely has the patience to hold a conversation and barely to come up with and say something clever. Whatever he's saying, because you're not paying attention to that, is being said through clenched teeth as he grins wildly, almost uncontrollably. The mattress was sinking under his weight and the his musk that already had you dizzy made you reach out and grab him from around his neck, pulling yourself towards him instead of waiting for him to crawl towards you.

༢ུ࿓ Nikto knows how you like to lure him, tempt him towards you. And this intensity is what eventually has him in your arms every time despite saying he's tired. It's almost what he looks towards after a hard day's work, his reward, his sinful honey to secretly enjoy from. He'll throw his judgement to the wind and instead throw his body into it, nothing going through his mind but keeping a consistent movement until he's falling onto you, cursing that red fabric for making him like this.

[laswells-ashtray]

Rudy notices, of course he does.

It's hard to miss someone faltering and pulling away when they were enthusiastically sucking your cock only seconds ago.

But when he sees them look on Alejandro's face, he can't bring himself to act irritated despite the fact he was so close moments ago.

Alejandro's eyes are screwed shut, teeth sinking into his lip as one hand claws into the meat of Rudy's thigh and his hips twitch pathetically against the mattress.

The infamous Colonel Vargas had just cum in his pants from sucking his second-in-command's cock.

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Breeding Kink

Requested: No

Warnings: Spicy, Breeding Kink (Obviously), sex toy (plug. not specified if used anally or vaginally.), cum inflation (briefly mentioned)

A/N: Reader’s genitals and pronouns are not specified. Next up! Breeding THEM!!!

Ghost

He was watching you as you whimpered pathetically, your hips propped up by several thick pillows piled under your belly, helping to keep his seed in.

“Stop squirming.” He snaps when you start to shift around. “You’re going to keep in every last drop of what I’ve given you. Nothing goes to waste. You’ll stay there as long as I say. I want to make sure it takes. I can’t wait to see that belly of yours swell.”

Soap

“That’s it, Love. Take it for me.” Soap coos in your ear, his hands on your hips, holding tight as he plows into you from behind. “Just a few more, okay? Just wanna try a few more times. Wanna make sure it takes.” He purrs, one hand drifting to stroke your belly.

“A few more” turned out to be a lot more, and by the time morning came up you could swear your belly had bloated out just a bit from how much cum he filled you with.

König

König grasps your hips tightly as you ride him, whimpering and bucking up, his face flushed and breathing uneven. He could barely keep up even though this was his idea.

“S-So good, Meine Majestät. Want to fill you. Give you our children to carry.” He pants, barely audible. “Want to see you round and full. I love you. I want it so bad.”

Alejandro

“Shhhh, Mi Amor. I know, it’s a bit uncomfortable.” Alejandro hums, stroking your lower back reassuringly. ‘It’ being the plug inserted into you, keeping his semen in, stretching you out and making you uncomfortable every time you so much as shifted.

But your lover was determined if nothing else, and he enjoyed the sight of it. So you resolved to endure it for him. Besides, your patience was always rewarded. One way or another.

[empresskylo]

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⋆｡°✩ all featuring gn!reader insert ⋆｡°✩ AUTHOR'S NOTE | hopefully these aren't cringey lol, i pulled most of them from pinterest. i just thought they'd be fun. let me know if you'd want to see more.

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soap: *bursts into the room, starts panicking* ghost: you: ghost: what happened? soap: no one died you: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER–

gaz: have you heard the joke about the gaslighter? soap: no... gaz: no, you definitely have. soap: no I haven't. gaz: you've literally heard it before. soap: no i haVEN'T gaz: yes you have soap: I DON'T KNOW IT?!? gaz: you're crazy, man. ghost: *hiding his smirk* you: *giggling beside ghost*

soap: I just fell– you: from heaven? soap: no, like I literally just fell– you: in love with me? soap: my fucKING ARM IS BROKEN you: okay, but do you think i'm pretty? be honest.

you: i sleep with a dagger under my pillow. gaz: weak. I sleep with a gun. ghost: you're both pathetic. you: oh?? and what do you sleep with? ghost: soap. you: *spits out drink*

you: what are you, 5? konig [snorts]: yeah, 5 heads taller than you. you: konig: konig: I'm sorry, please don't kill me.

you [on the phone]: uh... price? price [tired]: is the base on fire? you: well...no? price: then it's not an emergency price: *hangs up* gaz: WHAT DID HE SAY? you: he said it's not an emergency. soap [pinned under a cabinet that ghost and alejandro are trying to get off him]: HOW IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY

ghost: i invited you into the woods because I crave the most dangerous game. you and soap [both nodding]: knife monopoly. ghost: i was actually going to hunt you for sport but now i'm interested in whatever the fuck knife monopoly is.

ghost: *is carrying all the groceries* you: *holds out a hand to help* ghost: *aggressively moves all the groceries to one hand to hold your hand*

you: can you keep a secret? ghost: do you know anything about my life? you: no, i do not. good point.

[you and ghost texting] you: where are you? ghost: turn around ghost: no the other way ghost: wrong way again you: ghost, where exactly are you?? ghost: at base, but the thought of you turning aimlessly in circles amuses me.

soap: go big or go home! you [tears in your eyes]: i am begging you, soap. for once in your life, go home. please. just this once. go home. ghost: *nods in agreement* soap: i'm going big!

soap: hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? you: peonies, why? soap: you: were you going to get me flowers? soap: you: soap: it's a possibility...

you: why are you smiling? price: what? can't I just be happy? soap: gaz tripped and fell in the parking lot.

ghost: i wish i could block people in real life. you: restraining order. soap: murder. gaz: jesus fucking chr–

you: so you don't have a thing for anyone at the moment? soap: well... i didn't say that. you: oh. what's she like then? soap: you're just gonna assume they're a 'she'? you: are they– you: are they not a girl? soap: *gay panic*

ghost: i made tea. you: i don't want tea. ghost: i didn't make tea for you. this is my tea. you: then why are you telling me? ghost: it's a conversation starter. soap [looking between you two, confused] you: that's not really a conversation starter. ghost: oh, it isn't? we're conversing, aren't we? checkmate. you [scoffing]: well it's a lousy one then. ghost: never said it wasn't. you: *looking at soap* soap: *looking at you*

price: what does 'take out' mean? alejandro: food. gaz: dating. soap: murder. you: it can mean all three if you're not a coward. ghost: soap: gaz: price: you: what?

ghost: look, i know you think my judgment is clouded because i like soap a little bit. you [holding ghost's notepad]: you doodled your wedding invitations. ghost: no, that's our joint tombstone. you: oh, right, my mistake.

konig: hello, welcome to our first debrief. konig: today we're talking about... you [whispering]: building loyalty. konig: killing royalty. you [under your breath]: oh my god.

ghost: i am a very bad person. very very bad person. i am a horrible person. soap: you: gaz: ghost: "no you're not, ghost! we still love you, ghost!"

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊 ✮ FLORIAN WIRTZ

summary. it’s kind of pathetic the way the two of you always come crawling back to each other.

warnings. emotional warfare. florian is down bad. light smut but heavy feelings. florian is lowkey pathetic in this. 18+

gabri speaks! unfortunately i am a florian girlie. anyways i’m back! heavily inspired by byak by alvaro diaz ft. rauw alejandro.

THE CROWD GROANS as florian hits the crossbar for the second time that night. the camera man makes sure to zoom in on him as his hands go up in frustration. florian stares at the goalkeeper in disbelief as he runs back into his position. another missed chance, another bad rating, another night of him stressing himself out. if there was one person in all of germany that night happy about his performance it was you.

your relationship with the player was controversial, what was once a promising relationship had turned sour, and quickly. the two of you had mutually decided that a committed relationship wasn’t in the cards for either of you. it had grown toxic to the point where you’d flirt with his teammates on purpose to provoke him which worked because you’d always end up in his bed and never in a foreign room. in fact you couldn’t quite remember when was the last time you had hooked up with anyone else.

meanwhile the brunette found himself staring at his phone on the ride home. chatter and music filled the team bus yet only one thing clouded his mind, did you watch the match? he was hoping a teasing message of yours would already be in his notifications, and when he saw there’s wasn’t one he sighed. as his teammates argued over their errors and mistakes he couldn’t help opening the messages between the two of you. the countless deleted messages and hidden pictures as well as the timed ones made him remember the many nights the two of you would spend on the phone.

the sound of your voice filled his head and when he saw you were online he immediately turned off his phone. was it possible you had finally gotten tired of your messed up relationship?

“bro, are you okay?” kai asked seeing the state his teammate was in. florian’s leg was bouncing and his demeanor had changed dramatically.

“i’m fine, thanks.” he offered him a curt smile before staring out the window again.

he wasn’t fine, he was far from fine, in fact he felt worse than he did after missing the goal. he’s not sure why but as soon as the team arrives back to the hotel he’s on his way to your flat. he makes a quick stop at the chinese place the two of you like beforehand making sure he doesn’t show up empty handed. it was already pathetic enough that he was showing up past midnight he could at least make up an excuse with the food.

he hopes the black hoodie he wore is enough to hide his identity from bystanders. although with all the pacing he does outside your hallway he hopes no one thinks he’s a robber. as he adjusts his hoodie he can’t help but think, why am i so nervous? after all it’s not the first time he knocks on your door at these hours.

“do you hate me?” is the first thing you hear as you open the door.

you study his frame and notice his disheveled hair and the training kit from the national team. you’ve never seen him so disorganized and upset — if that was the right word to use — you were amused. as his face grows concerned with your lack of answer you notice the takeout he has in his hands. the poor guy was either desperate or he had lost his mind. both of which could be true.

“what the fuck florian?” you look at him weird as you question him.

“you didn’t text me today.” he says as if that simple sentence answered your question.

“so what? i don’t text you every other week and you never show up at my apartment with food. what’s going on?” you’re even more confused than before.

“you always text me after a game.” he tries to explain like it’s the most logical thing ever.

you can’t help the half scoff and half laugh you let out. he couldn’t be serious right now. was he seriously at your apartment past midnight because he was freaking out over a message?

“okay seriously you need to get a girlfriend you’re starting to creep me out.” you joke.

“you say that while you’re wearing my jersey.” he l doesn’t even need you to turn around to know that you were wearing the leverkusen jersey he had gifted you months ago.

there’s a moment of silence between the two of you it’s entrancing. you stare at him and realize he’d made his way over to you immediately after the game. all because he was waiting for your message. meanwhile there’s something about you wearing his jersey for casually that makes you all more enchanting to him. there’s a mutual look between the two of you and in the blink of an eye his hands are on your waist, yours on his jaw, and his lips are on yours.

it’s poetic really the way he closes your door as he pushes you into your apartment and drops the takeout on your coffee table in the process. your hands already digging into his hair and his hold you tight as he carried you into your room. it’s all muscle memory. the darkness of your bedroom adds to the feeling of having him so close to you again.

“i think i-” he pauses not wanting to be so vulnerable in this predicament but you know what he wants to say. you freeze.

“florian you know i can’t. it didn’t work out the first time. i can’t do it again.” you grab his jaw making sure the two of you are making eye contact. his brown eyes captivate yours.

“i can’t either but i can’t live without you.” he whispers the end. “it will always be you.”

you drag his hand towards the waistband of your shorts. it would always be him too. the only person that consumed your every thoughts and the only person you were worried about getting hurt was him. always. you look into his eyes as he drags his fingers to your core and sigh as he begins to tease you. he’s also the only man you fantasize about.

“promise?” you ask him.

the moonlight barely allows you to see him fully but you catch the smirk on his face. the same one that had captivated you years ago at the bar. his fingers are so close to your needy hole. you can’t help but audibly gasp as he inserts them inside you causing an illicit groan from him. your nails dig into his shoulders as he starts fucking you with his digits. meanwhile he kisses you from your collarbone to your neck.

“i promise.” he whispers against your ear.

he pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly helping you reach your high. it was only fair you were treated right. it was small details like this that had you wondering why the two of you couldn’t just commit to each other. you’re distracted as he leaves marks on your neck and his fingers curve inside you. you can’t help the loud moans that leave your mouth as you reach your high. your hands dig into the sheets as you come around his fingers.

he continues kissing you as he begins to take his hoodie off. you’re quick to stop him before he begins undressing himself.

“do i need to remind you that you didn’t score today? you’re not getting any tonight.” you adjust your shorts.

“so you did watch the game then.” he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“i always do.” you whisper as you cuddle into him.

that’s how you spend the rest of the night, snuggled into his body as it rains outside. it’s quite an intimate moment shared between the two of you. you’re not quite sure if you should be worried or content with the turn your relationship with florian took. you decide it’s rather late and with the way he holds you you don’t think much more. after all he promised and while you knew florian was many things he was not an oath breaker.

[dramaticallytotal]

Simp-ly Love At First Sight

A very crack-y idea where Alejandro basically falls head over heels for Noah right away. And I am such a big fan of pathetic when in love Alejandro, so there will be plenty.

Alejandro: "His biting wit and lack of fashion sense has captivated me."

It does have elements from the plot twist idea like Alejandro orchestrating eliminations for Noah/Noah's benefit. Noah's kind of oblivious about it all. He genuinely thinks Alejandro is just a naturally flirty person, and yeah, he is, but he is trying so hard to get Noah to notice he is really flirting with him. I mean, he literally always gives Noah a kiss on the hand as a greeting or when the opportunity strikes.

Noah: "My new friend is really flirty with me....it must be his thing like Izzy being crazy."

Alejandro drawing hearts in his plotting notebook: "And once we're dating, we'll be the best power couple and dominate this game."

Alejandro is still a scheming and manipulative dude, but he uses it for Noah and himself. He still doesn't like Owen for his general Owenness but also because he's super jealous of how close he and Noah are.

London never happened like it did in Canon because Alejandro doesn't flirt as obviously as he does in canon. Noah knows he's manipulative, but he's pretty apathetic about it. I mean, if it helps to benefit the team, he won't complain, but he will if it means throwing a challenge like in Germany. He confronted Alejandro in the cargo hold. Got up in his face and everything, even pointed his finger harshly into his chiseled chest.

Alejandro: "His face is close to mine, and he's touching me! Best day ever!"

After that, he no longer tries to lose challenges because that's what his love wants. Everyone knows how whipped he is for Noah, except Noah, and they think it's hilarious. (Unless they are one of the people that got eliminated because of Alejandro.)

Heather gets out earlier in this mainly because Noah made a comment about Alejandro having an obvious crush on her, and he absolutely cannot have his darling think his eyes would ever be swayed from him.

The first time Alejandro heard and saw Noah take charge and scheme, he nearly dropped to a knee and proposed right then. He did actually propose during the wedding challenge since Chris thought Alejandro being pathetic was ratings gold and made sure he and Noah were paired together for the challenge. Complete with Noah being in a weirdly fitting wedding dress that Chef definitely did not help pick out because he thought it would fit Noah and help make Alejandro more pathetic. That was actually when Noah realized Alejandro liked him, and well, maybe he had a small crush on him in return.

Them winning immunity was the cherry on top for Alejandro. It was basically a honeymoon since he confessed, and Noah confessed in return they had shared a kiss or two....or more. They ate their cake, and Alejandro even managed to feed Noah a bit, which had made him giddy. Much to Alejandro's delight, they do become a really good power couple. Dominating challenges, making alliances, and voting out those who stand in their way, and all the while being disgustingly cute the entire way.

Everyone is so done with them, but Chris and Chef are basically that one HTTYD meme of Hiccup giving Toothless a supportive thumbs up.

Not so surprisingly, it ends up with them as the final two, and everyone expected them to be all cute and hardly compete, but are surprised when they are vicious yet flirting. Noah likes being challenged, and when he's challenged, he's like a whole different person. He becomes determined and competitive, and Alejandro is swooning. Alejandro ends up losing, but that's okay because his darling won and was happy.

Though he was scared that his parents would be disappointed in him but surprise surprise, when José went to tease Alejandro about being so pathetic, their mother just hugged Alejandro and laughed. Apparently, their father had been the same way with their mother when they first met, and she thought it was positively adorable that Alejandro took after his father in this. It was the closest Alejandro had ever felt to his dad, and his dad had even laughed with him about how deep Burromuerto men fell for their loved ones. Somehow, meeting and dating Noah helped his father see past his shortcomings in comparison to José.

Alejandro proposed once more.

José was more than shocked when Noah basically became the favorite son, Carlos just laughed. Alejandro's parents absolutely adored his boyfriend. His mother loved how family oriented he was, and his father appreciated how smart Noah was. Plus, being a millionaire was a big plus, too.

[nightlyrequiem]

Basically when Valeria is getting questioned, she mocks Alejandro by bringing up the fact that right after she left the Mexican special forces, she took his girlfriend with her and made her into her wife. (A fem reader request with reader being the ex girlfriend of Alejandro who used to visit the base but ended up up getting charmed by Valeria and is now her wife.)

Oh I love this. Valeria would totally be able to steal his girl. She's just so suave

Might incorporate this idea into a future series. Or maybe just make a part two or something. I live for the drama tbh I want to write more of Alejandro being upset. I don't even hate his character but I've developed a dislike for him because people ship him with Valeria. That sounds a little pathetic though...

Tags/Warnings: Violence, Valeria and Alejandro Scuffle, TF141 Cameo, Reader Is Only mentioned

Under New Ownership

Phillip Graves keeps one firm hand on Valeria's shoulder as he leads her through Alejandro's base. So many memories flaring up at the familiar sights and smells. His touch is agitating her. Heavy, warm, masculine. She shrugs him off as she's sat in an uncomfortable wooden chair. The interrogation room is nothing more than a shipping container. The others join them. Men of Taskforce 141, and Alejandro and Rudolfo. Valeria regrets nothing. Not betraying and turning her back on her brothers in arms, and not all the damage she's done as El Sin Nombre. Valeria Garza is a woman with many achievements under her belt. Why should she apologize for being successful?

"Have a seat." The blond man says. He turns his attention to Alejandro, who is already glowering at her. "So, how do you two know each other?" He asks.

"Know is a strong word." Alejandro responds. Hatred frosting his voice. Just his voice is enough to alight Valeria's nerves with disgust.

"Strong words are important. Our word is our worth, right?" She taunts. using one of his past proverbs against him. That's all it takes to set him off. To send him storming towards her cursing in Spanish. The others are quick to intercept him. Grabbing ahold of him, like an out-of-control dog, Valeria thinks. Should put him down like one. She was always more of a cat person.

"Yeah? Yeah." Alejandro growls, pulling away and reigning in his temper. He turns back to Valeria, drowning her in his distaste. "Go on, tell them."

Valeria leans back and gets comfortable. As comfortable as a person can be while sitting on a hard chair surrounded by hostiles.

"We served together." She explains with boredom. Nothing but unimportant history. Files collecting dust in a backroom kind of history. "Same squads different units. You were the wild ones. Los Vaqueros." She sneers at him. "We had a common... interest."

Alejandro stiffens. It's barely enough to be perceived but Valeria perceives it nonetheless.

"What might that be?" Graves inquires. Raising a light brow. Valeria angles her head towards the man but keeps her gaze locked onto Alejandro's.

"We have... quite the similar taste in women." She remarks. Picturing your soft face. The angle of your eyebrows. The delicate lines of your lips. The column of your throat. Something once belonging to him now under her ownership.

You always used to visit the base. All soft angles and colours amongst the gray and violence. Valeria felt compelled by you the first time she saw you, a rare flower amidst the barren desert. Such a thing would wilt under Alejandro's possession. Valeria made haste in befriending you. An act she knew would grate on Alejandro, but she didn't care. He felt threatened by her.

"Don't bring her into this." Alejandro demands. Jabbing a thick, angry finger at her.

"This lovely little thing used to visit him every week." She continues anyway. "But he wasn't the only one she sought out. She always liked me better."

"Okay, enough of this." Price sighs. Trying to redirect the conversation. In due time. Alejandro scowls and breathes heavily like a bull.

"You poisoned her mind with lies." He says, voice cracking with hurt. "She's a good woman, she wouldn't have left if you hadn't fed her your bullshit about me."

Valeria laughs in his face. Mocking and cruel.

"I didn't have to do anything besides show her attention." She scoffs. "You were always so high-strung and busy because of work. You had something so beautiful within your grasp and you chose your little Vaqueros."

"Lying bitch." He barks. Taking an aggressive step forward. "Are you hurting her? Threatening her?" 

Valeria scowls at the accusation. She's wicked and vile but she'd never hurt you. Not even unintentionally like Alejandro has. "I haven't." She snaps. "She's at home - our home, probably curled up in bed. Maybe she's baking something." Valeria shrugs, putting on a show of casualty. "She loves to cook for me. After a long day I get to return home to a warm meal, not something you can relate to."

Rudolfo shakes his head. This isn't going where they want it to. Time is ticking, much like the three bombs she's sent to Chicago.

"I'm going to kill you." Alejandro promises. Eyes wide with anger. "After they've gotten their use out of you, I'm going to put a fucking bullet through your head, Valeria."

"Alejandro-"

"You're not a very good leader if you couldn't even keep your own girlfriend." Valeria sneers. Goading him on. She's not scared of him at all. She leans against her chair, lips curled into a smirk. "You weren't very good at leading in bed either." She coos. "You won't believe the sounds she makes, I have her screaming my name every fucking night-"

Faster than anyone can react Alejandro is on her. Not holding back as he punches her hard in the jaw. The force sends her and the chair toppling over. Blinding her with pain. Not enough for her to not fight back. She slams her fist into his nose, feeling a spray of blood and hearing a satisfying crunch. 

Valeria's blood is fizzing with adrenaline and excitement. Unfortunately, the fight is cut short as the two are pulled apart. Alejandro left struggling and yelling in the grips of Ghost and Rudolfo.

"You're over." Alejandro hisses viscerally. 'Do you hear me? I'm going to get you. I'm going to fucking get you."

Valeria can feel a bruise forming in her jaw. You'll ask what happened and kiss it better when you see it. Alejandro has no one to worry over his injuries but himself. Valeria wants to keep fighting until only one of them is left standing but that will have to come another day. She rubs her jaw. Another day.

"You hit like a pussy." She growls, angry and wound up. Valeria is forced back into the chair. The time for games is over. Valeria hands over the information they seek with as much contempt as she can produce in her five-foot-six body. A storm is steadily rumbling in the distance. Its growls audible through the walls. An omen of what's to come.

[blood-smiles]

I LOVED the yan lawyer! But let me tell you my face dropped when you said he came home to his wife! I kinda feel bad for her she really just seems to love her husband and want his love in return.

I could see the turn of events were the wife becomes yan for reader lol, but if I was reader I would feel awful for breaking up a marriage.

Do you think you could do some small head cannons of what reader thinks of the yan lawyer and his wife especially if she notices that yan lawyer has a crush on her and is trying to reassure the wife? If that makes any sense? Anyway I hope you have a great day!

I was laughing so hard at the first part, Yan lawyer will fold like a lawn chair so fast for you it’s actually pathetic,

Don’t feel bad!! His marriage wasn’t ever working either way, he held no love for his wife, you know his heart is only reserved for you, don’t you?

First and foremost you gotta know that Ume does not take kindly to strangers trying to comfort her, even less the home wrecker that is taking her husband away from her.

She basically hates you and will make sure to go as far as possible to ruin you and your life, but don’t worry! Alejandro to the rescue! He will be your only savior in this situation since no one has more power over her than her own husband does..

But don’t get too confident, just because her beloved husband is guarding you that won’t mean she will hold off on trying to kill you!

She is married to Alejandro for various reasons, this was an arranged marriage after all, she is basically swimming in money and riches, the cherry on the cake is that she loves Alejandro and actually thought things would work out, news flash!!! They don’t.

she wasn’t happy at all when she saw and heard her husband jerking it to your name, she has to hold back from hiring a hit man when Alejandro mutters your name in his sleep,

what makes matters worse is that he even has the audacity to call your name when she is having intimacy with him!

You are her sworn enemy and no matter how much kindness or compassion you show her she will not relent to your tactics to get closer to her,

her heart is guarded by thick layers of electrified barbed wire, and if you think you are special enough to even get past the cold layer of ice glazing it over you are dead wrong.

it’s better to stay away from crazy ex wife and hide behind Alejandro, he will still protect you and have Ume killed either way, but if you want to save yourself various months in therapy I suggest not interacting with her at all costs!

[jo-the-cosmic-being]

CoD X reader y/n incorrect quotes!!! pt. 3

Aaaand the quotes are back!

Soap: I always keep a bat by my head

Ghost: I sleep with a gun under my pillow

Y/n: pathetic

Soap: oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Y/n: König

Y/n: what are you drinking?

Alejandro: tea

Y/n: oh, what kind of tea?

Alejandro: tea…quila

Y/n: what makes you smile?

Gaz: friends and family

Soap: snacks

Alejandro: victory and success

Ghost: face muscles

Everyone:…

Price: are you laughing at the video of Ghost and Soap fighting

Y/n: no

Y/n: I’m laughing at the comments

Graves, drunk af, to a shadow: now watch me son, I’m gonna show you how to get a girl! *points at Y/n*

The poor lil shadow: …that’s your wife, commander…

I know it’s been a while since I last posted to this “series” but hopefully I can continue it now <33

[cod-dump]

Ghost as Soap fights cartel goons: He’s so pathetic

Ghost: *stares as Soap lays on the ground, surrounded by dead goons and covered in blood*

Ghost: … I want him. Preferably under me

Alejandro, next to him: *intense staring full of judgement*

Ghost: Or on top of me, I’m not picky

Alejandro, into his radio: Rudy please hurry-

[shotmrmiller]

Omg reader introduction their secret husband to 141 is so funny, like I imagine soap is just like “your👊 such 👊 a 👊👊 lucky guy👊👊💥👊💥👊, oh sorry man didn’t mean to knock you over” while Gaz is like “wow man you fell over from that, damn your so fucking weak and pathetic, you don’t deserve reader…..I’m JOKING man hahaha should of seen your face” and Alejandro is just focused on his phone and occasionally looks up at him with the most judgmental face ever like🤨, and Ghost is in the corner like😠😠😠 and only shook his hand to give him the most painful and bone crushing handshake, and all of this is happening while price is privately talking to reader like.

i love those handshakes that one guy gives, and you'll hear an audible pop coming from it but both men are in a pissing contest so the one getting his hand crushed in broad daylight doesn't even squeak.

it's always great cuz the person they're fighting over has elevator music in their head. ditzy things; not dumb just lacking common sense. can't read the room for shit, the tension is palpable, so thick one can feel it on their shoulders and yet—

"ghost's a nice guy, i swear he's all bark." <- is in fact not, he's only bite. his broken fingers were his first and last warning, lmao.