#victor11

[lusttoke]

Alejandro sat rigid on the edge of the medbay cot, his jaw tight and his expression a wall of gruff determination. Two months in enemy hands had left him battered—deep bruises, half-healed wounds, and a body screaming for rest—but he wouldn’t let it show. Every tug of the bandage sent a sharp ache through his arm, and the edges of his vision wavered briefly as the exhaustion clawed at him. He swayed for a moment but quickly planted his feet firmly on the floor, straightening as if nothing had happened.

“Mira, enfermera..” he began, his voice steady despite the gravel that hinted at his state. “Price thinks I need your royal blessing to join the coming mission. So, why don’t you just wave your magic clipboard and tell him I’m good to go?”

Shifting slightly, he felt the pull of his bruised ribs, the reminder of days spent enduring far worse. Still, he forced himself to stay composed, his face betraying nothing. “We both know I’ve fought through worse. Let’s not waste time pretending I need to be here.” @malafxde

[bearyourdemons]

Endless || BHCEVENT

@justxethan and @childishchaos

“Fresh air will do you good, come on.” said Titan as he looked at Ethan as he walked with him into the woods. “Honestly I think it will do us both some good.” he said after a moment as he sighed, closing his eyes as he took in the air around him, though it was strange; he didn’t hear birds chirping or any animals. 

“Weird....hey, Ethan, do you....do you hear anything?” he asked as he turned back to his boyfriend and tilted his head. “I don’t, sense anything.” he said after a moment. “I don’t like that...do you think something happened? Why, why would all the animals be silent?”

[replicapromo]

Ensiferum launches new track, "King of Storms", online This Friday (September 15th), Ensiferum will release their seventh full-length, Two Paths, worldwide via Metal Blade Records. Produced by Anssi Kippo, the master was recorded on tape, for a true analog experience. In anticipation of this release, the band has now launched a new single, "King of Storms", which can be streamed at : http://www.metalblade.com/ensiferum where the previous singles from Two Paths ("For Those About to Fight for Metal" and "Way of the Warrior") can also be heard, and the record can be pre-ordered in the following formats:--Deluxe wooden box (limited to 2500 copies worldwide)--Limited edition Digibook CD+DVD--CD--180g black vinyl--turquoise blue-green vinyl (EU exclusive - limited to 500 copies)--clear sky blue-marbled vinyl (EU exclusive - limited to 300 copies)--blue/orange/yellow-splatter vinyl (Germany exclusive - limited to 200 copies - distributed by Nuclear Blast)--golden yellow vinyl (Austria exclusive - limited to 200 copies - distributed by Napalm Records)--olive green-marbled vinyl (Finland exclusive - limited to 100 copies - distributed by Levykauppa)--clear frost blue-marbled vinyl (China exclusive - limited to 100 copies - distributed by Yamin Records)--blue-gray-marbled vinyl (USA exclusive - limited to 250 copies)--forest green-marbled vinyl (USA exclusive - limited to 250 copies)--picture disc LP (limited to 500 copies worldwide)* exclusive bundles with a shirt, plus digital options are also available! You can't talk about the true greats of folk-inspired melodic death metal without reverent mention of Ensiferum, and with Two Paths they once more affirm their place in the pantheons of the genre. Further building upon the thrilling metallic hybrid honed across six full-lengths, Two Paths is simultaneously the Finnish quintet's most epic and far-reaching collection and their most organic, which definitely sets it apart from the pack. Additionally, the album literally takes the concept of Two Paths to heart, with two different versions of standout tracks "Don't You Say" and "God Is Dead". "Even though Ensiferum has always had clean vocals and choirs, harsh vocals have been the main style, and those songs worked so well with both styles that we decided to include both versions," explains bassist/vocalist Sami Hinkka. With Mikko P. Mustonen again handling orchestral arrangements and Lassi Logren returning to play nyckelharpa and violin on a few songs, Hinkka is also more than happy that they brought "more bombastic orchestral and down to earth folk aspects" to the record, further fleshing out their vision. This also applies to the contribution of Gyula Havancsak, who provided the artwork for both Two Paths and its predecessor, One Man Army. "It was really nice to work with him again because he always wants to hear our ideas and then he adds his own magic and improvements to them, and the result is always astonishing." Two Paths track-listing1. Ajattomasta Unesta2. For Those About to Fight for Metal3. Way of the Warrior4. Two Paths5. King of Storms6. Feast with Valkyries7. Don't You Say8. I Will Never Kneel9. God Is Dead10. Hail to the Victor11. Unettomaan Aikaan12. God Is Dead (Alternative Version)13. Don't You Say (Alternative Version) From September 27th, 2017 onward, Ensiferum will present Two Paths live on stage, splitting their European tour into two parts. The first part will be in September with six dates in three countries, and then in April 2018 there will be an extended tour through many more European countries. In between that time, Ensiferum will visit all other continents. See below for all confirmed shows, with more to be announced soon! Ensiferum tour dates:Sept. 26 - Bochum, Germany - ZecheSept. 27 - Langen, Germany - StadthalleSept. 28 - Arnhem, Netherlands - Luxor LiveSept. 29 - Berlin, Germany - SO36Sept. 30 - Osnabruck, Germany - Hyde ParkOct. 1 - Paris, France - La Machine Ensiferum line-up:Petri Lindroos - Vocals/GuitarMarkus Toivonen - Guitar/VocalsSami Hinkka - Bass/VocalsJanne Parviainen - DrumsNetta Skog - Digital Accordion/Backing vocals https://www.facebook.com/Ensiferumhttp://www.ensiferum.com/

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"Vacation eh? So this is how you unwind señora? looking for more work? Fine by me. Just don’t complain later when I hand you something muy importante that only you can handle. Let’s see how long that ‘volunteering’ spirit lasts." @askbex-cod

[lusttoke]

"Buen chico Rudy. I knew I could count on you. That coffee? It’ll be the best damn coffee you’ve ever had.. promise."

Alejandro: Rudy, I need you to review these patrol routes and double-check the equipment logs tonight. It’s urgent! priority level muy importante. No time for distractions like… coffee plans. Gracias, hermano.

Rudy looks down at the papers and the datasticks Alejandro had just dropped on his workdesk, his own hand so close to having his laptop closed. But he stopped, blinked at the other man, slowly, looking for something. And found it.

... Alright. You need this for the meeting tomorrow? I will get to that. You owe me a very great coffee though.

((This is just... my heart. - Teebs))

[lusttoke]

carlos x alejandro: carlos tying up alejandro and edging him up until he begs to be fucked.

The hideout was unbearably tense. Alejandro’s sharp commands echoed like bullets in the silence, and Carlos had reached his breaking point. “You need to reinforce that damn door!” Alejandro barked, pacing with deliberate intensity. “If something heavy hits it we’re dead!”

Carlos leaned casually against the table, his smirk tight. “The door’s fine, capitán. Maybe you should try relaxing for once instead of riding my ass.”

Alejandro spun, his glare cutting. “Worrying keeps us alive, Oliveira. If you stopped acting like this was a damn joke—”

Carlos laughed, low and sharp, as he stepped closer. “I’ve been covering your ass all day while you act like you’re running a boot camp. Maybe you’re the joke.”

Alejandro moved closer, his voice dropping into a dangerous growl. “Someone has to keep you in check. You’re reckless.”

Carlos’s grin his voice thick with amusement. “You just love giving orders, don’t you? Acting like you’re in control.”

Before Alejandro could respond, Carlos grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back. Alejandro grunted, caught off guard, as Carlos shoved him against the table and snapped handcuffs into place.

“What the fuck, Oliveira?!” Alejandro barked, struggling in the cuffs.

Carlos spun him around, pulling him down onto his lap in one swift motion. Alejandro stiffened, his thighs straddling Carlos’s, their bodies flush. “You’ve been pissing me off all day!” Carlos muttered, gripping Alejandro’s hips tightly. “Now it’s my turn to take control!!”

Alejandro’s breath hitched as he squirmed, trying to pull away, but the motion only ground him harder against Carlos’s hard length. His face flushed as he froze, realizing the effect he’d had.

“Feel that?” Carlos whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed Alejandro’s ear. “That’s all you, capitán. You’ve been driving me crazy all day.”

“Let me go!” Alejandro snapped, his voice sharp but trembling slightly.

Carlos chuckled, rocking his hips up just enough to press against him. “You can fight all you want. I could do this all night.”

“You’ll get nothing from me!” Alejandro snapped, his jaw clenching as he fought against the growing tension in his body.

Carlos grinned, dragging his lips along Alejandro’s neck. “Oh, we’ll see about that.” His teeth grazed the sensitive skin just below Alejandro’s ear, and the reaction was instant—a sharp inhale, a shudder that Alejandro couldn’t hide. “There it is..” Carlos muttered, his grin widening. “Your neck’s sensitive, huh? Let’s see how much more I can pull out of you.”

Alejandro bit back a noise, twisting in the cuffs, but his body betrayed him with another faint shiver when Carlos pressed a kiss to the curve of his neck. “Carlos…” Alejandro’s warning came out shaky.

Carlos smirked, dragging his hand between them to press against the bulge in Alejandro’s pants. The heat and hardness under his palm made Carlos groan. “You’re already this hard, capitán..” Carlos whispered, his voice rough with arousal. “And you still think you’re in control?”

Alejandro dropped his head forward, burying it in the crook of Carlos’s neck. His warm breath fanned across Carlos’s skin, shaky and uneven.

“Hiding now?” Carlos murmured, his cock twitching at the soft, desperate sound that slipped from Alejandro’s lips. “God, you’re killing me.” He slipped his hand into Alejandro’s waistband, tugging his pants down. Alejandro gasped sharply as his flushed, leaking cock was exposed to the cool air. Carlos groaned at the sight, wrapping his hand around him and stroking slowly. “You’re perfect like this..” he muttered, his other hand sliding lower to tease Alejandro’s entrance.

Alejandro stiffened, his breath hitching as Carlos’s fingers pressed gently.

“Relax..” Carlos whispered, his voice softer but teasing. “give in to me.”

Alejandro whimpered as the first finger slid in, the stretch making him tremble.

“You’re so damn tight..” Carlos groaned, his breath hot against Alejandro’s ear. “I can feel you clenching around me.”

Alejandro whimpered again, his hips jerking forward into Carlos’s hand as he struggled to hold back.

Carlos chuckled, sliding in a second finger, scissoring him open with deliberate slowness. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and smug. “I can feel you shaking. You’re desperate for it.”

Alejandro growled softly, his pride warring with the pleasure wracking his body. “Carlos… stop playing.”

Carlos withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock, pressing just enough to stretch Alejandro further. “Beg for it..” Carlos commanded, his voice rough. “I want to hear you.”

Alejandro’s breath hitched, his pride flaring despite the overwhelming heat pooling in his stomach. “Never...” he bit out, but his voice trembled.

Carlos smirked, rocking his hips slightly, teasing the sensitive ring. “Oh, I’ve got time, capitán. I told you I could do this all night.”

Alejandro shuddered, his head still buried in Carlos’s neck. Each slow, deliberate press of Carlos’s cock pushed him closer to the edge, and the tension in his body finally cracked. “Carlos…” Alejandro’s voice broke, soft and muffled against Carlos’s shoulder. “Por favor…”

Carlos groaned, gripping Alejandro’s hips tightly. “Say it again..” he growled, pushing in just a little deeper. "louder!"

Alejandro gasped, his voice raw and desperate. “Por favor… Carlos… porfavor, I can’t…”

Carlos grinned, finally pushing in fully, stretching Alejandro inch by inch. “That’s it Ale” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Keep going I hear you..” He said as he thrusted his cock balls deep making the colonel break into moans and pleas.

[lusttoke]

Alejandro’s Daily Task List

Review patrol schedules and adjust routes as needed.

Inspect equipment and ensure supplies are fully stocked.

Coordinate with Laswell on intel and mission updates.

Conduct team briefings (with extra emphasis on keeping Rudy on his toes).

Personally check on vehicle maintenance (aka yell at mechanics for delays).

Paperwork… way too much paperwork. (delegate to @askbex-cod)

Train recruits—remind them why el jefe runs Las Almas.

Coffee breaks (only when bribed with good coffee).

Bully Rudy for no reason other than it’s tradition. @las-almas-border-patrol

Evening patrols, lead by example, even if it means staying up too late.

Make sure Rudy doesn’t stay too late working (while pretending not to care).

Collapse into bed… just to do it all again tomorrow.

[lusttoke]

König enters the room, drops his gear and lies on top of Alejandro without saying anything, too tired to care.

Alejandro let out a pained grunt as König collapsed on top of him. "¿Estás loco? Get off me, hermano! I’m not your damn mattress!" He pushed at König’s shoulder but it was like trying to move a boulder. "What the hell do they feed you? Bricks?" he grumbled glaring up at König.

The giant mumbled "Just five minutes..." His voice was thick with exhaustion. Alejandro opened his mouth to argue but paused. His scowl eased ever so slightly as he sighed again softer this time. He couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the big guy. "Just five minutes..! you better not drool on me, cabrón..." he muttered.

Three hours later

"Joder... maldita sea.." Alejandro hissed under his breath, his voice strained as König’s weight still pinned him down. "Esto es una maldita tortura." Alejandro lay stiff, his breathing uneven as König’s weight pressed down on him.

It had been hours—hours—and the bastard hadn’t moved. He tried to focus on anything else but König’s slow steady breaths were brushing against his neck now, warm and deliberate, sending shivers down his spine. His skin prickled every nerve on edge. Alejandro squirmed slightly, trying to shift König off him, but the movement only pressed them closer. A small involuntary whimper escaped him and he froze.

"König…" His voice came out lower than he intended, shaky and vulnerable and he immediately regretted it. There was no response—just another exhale this time right against his ear. Alejandro shivered his fingers twitching as they gripped the fabric of König’s shirt. "You’re doing this on purpose!!" he muttered but it lacked his usual bite. His cheeks felt impossibly hot.

He shifted again more desperate, but König shifted too pressing closer his breath trailing down Alejandro’s neck like fire. Alejandro bit down on a curse, his face burning. His body betrayed him further, heat pooling low in his stomach, a shudder running through him. He squeezed his eyes shut as his breaths growing shallow. "I’m serious hermano.. Get off.." it sounded weak even to him.

Another breath. Slow. Hot. Alejandro’s jaw clenched as another tremor rolled through him. This can’t be happening— He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper now. "Te voy a matar mientras duermes."

[lusttoke]

"Oh Rudy did you just threaten me with decaf? I thought we were amigos! How could you do this to me?" He places a hand over his heart feigning deep betrayal.

@las-almas-border-patrol

[lusttoke]

♫ all cod muses :)

send ( ♫ ) for my muse to reply with a song for yours to listen!

//catch alejandro on a good evening with tequila he'll be singing & dancing to ♫ hasta el manecer ♫

[lusttoke]

Big Flies Vs. Insects with jet packs

Alejandro: "Oye, enfermera, cuidado con los moscos aquí. Están pesados esta temporada." (Hey, nurse, watch out for the mosquitos here. They're bad this season.) Gabs: "Moscos? Como... moscas grandes?" (Moscos? Like... big flies?) Alejandro: "¿Grandes? No, mujer, los moscos. Los que te pican." (Big? No, woman, the mosquitos. The ones that bite you.) Gabs: *Mutters in Portuguese* "Mosco? Por que não diz logo 'mosquito'? Espanhóis adoram complicar tudo." (Mosco? Why not just say 'mosquito'? Spaniards love to complicate everything.) Alejandro: *Cocks an eyebrow* "¿Qué dijiste? No te entendí, pero sonaba como que me estabas insultando." (What did you say? I didn’t understand, but it sounded like you were insulting me.) Gabs: "Nada, nada. Solo... tentando entender por qué mosquitos son 'moscos' aquí." (Nothing, nothing. Just... trying to understand why mosquitos are ‘moscos’ here.) Alejandro: "Así les decimos, ¿y qué? ¿Cómo les llaman ustedes en Portugal? ¿’Insetos con jet packs’?" (That’s what we call them, so what? What do you call them in Portugal? ‘Insects with jet packs’?) Gabs: Não! São só mosquitos. O nome faz sentido. Moscos suena... raro." (No! They're just mosquitos. The name makes sense. Moscos sounds... weird.) Alejandro: "Raro, dice. Bueno, mientras no digas que nosotros somos raros, todo bien." (Weird, she says. Well, as long as you don’t say we’re weird, we’re good.) Gabs: "Ah, pero isso já está implícito, não?" (Ah, but that’s already implied, isn’t it?) Alejandro: "¡Cuidado, enfermera! A ver si un día los moscos te atacan y no te salvo." (Careful, nurse! Let’s see if one day the mosquitos attack you and I don’t save you.) Gabs: "Ah, Capitán, você é muito... como se diz? Gracioso?" (Ah, Captain, you are very... how do you say? Funny?) Alejandro: *grins*  "Gracioso, sí. Pero también muy útil contra los moscos, no lo olvides." (Funny, yes. But also very useful against mosquitos, don’t forget.)

@malafxde

[lusttoke]

Alejandro’s boots sank into the muck as he squared off with the beast, his jaw set and eyes sharp. The creature’s towering, sinewy form gleamed under the dim light, its claws razor-sharp and its maw dripping with something Alejandro didn’t want to name. Every muscle in its frame coiled with raw power.

Then it vanished.

The air shifted behind him, a low growl, too close. Alejandro twisted, trying to dive away but not fast enough. The beast’s claws raked his side, sending him hurtling into a jagged rock. Pain exploded through his ribs as he hit the ground hard, his vision spinning.

"Carajo.." he hissed, forcing himself upright. His ribs screamed with every shallow breath, but adrenaline pushed him forward. Pressing a hand to his side to stop the bleeding. He wasn’t done yet though, not even close.

"You pack a punch I’ll give you that!" Alejandro growled, pulling his gun. His knuckles whitened as he cocked it, the chamber clicking with the promise of fire. "But let’s see how you like this.."

The beast charged and Alejandro fired, once, twice, three times. The bullets, designed to explode seconds after impact, buried themselves deep before detonating with a wet series of thuds. Flesh and sinew sprayed across the ground, but Alejandro didn’t stop to celebrate. He staggered back reloading with practiced precision as his ribs protested with every move.

He coughed, blood on his lips as he straightened, his eyes fixed on the beast’s silhouette. It hadn’t fallen, not that he’d expected it to. "Still standing huh?" he muttered, his voice steady despite the tension knotting in his gut. Wiping blood from his jaw, he reloaded with grim precision. "Good. Makes this interesting."

Humour, their stance and voice told them This one's seen some carnage in his time. Caused it too from the way they have weaponry upon their being… whilst Khárybdis feared not the weaponry of man in these eras, it was a curious itch in current times. As his jowls maimed the guts of the last of the cattle fodder, he rumbled a chuckle as he tore flesh, bone and muscle from his palms.

Fast did he consume, as if he wanted even tasting the poor thing within his clutches and soon enough the only things left in his grip was a singular horn and the twist of tail and ass flesh of the beast of natures grasslands. Released onto the blood soaked floor, his tongue long, black and at ease with smearing the gore upon his lips, cheek and even neck…

Then suddenly, Khárybdis was above Alejandro, towering with his height off human scale in that blink with an arm raised and claws spread and swinging down in a slow but brutal manner towards this human with fire in his veins. "Let's dance then, meat sack." The collision with the earth would rumble the very area, trees would wobble, rots shatter and rain flooded muddy waters scatter.

A twist of his head and a roar so deep and filled with more vibration than sound it felt like allowed the jowls hanging loosely in relaxed muscles to jitter... Flexing his vortex of fangs down the exposed ringed throat in the light of the early afternoon. Let the hunt begin!

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19:57 - Adelaide (Addie) Finch

Hey Ale, I can see you’re still online - you want a coffee or anything brought over?

Addie shouldn’t be in this late, but hey, apparently her work can’t wait until tomorrow.

- @cod-hr-admin 💻

20:03 [text]: Gracias Addie. Coffee would be nice! I could use the company too.

Meanwhile he discreetly slides his existing coffee into the drawer making sure she has a reason to come over.

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"Vargas. 15 seconds wasn’t enough for you, was it? Still blushing, cariño?" —Ghost

related to ghost x alejandro drabble (link).

Alejandro stares at the message, his thumb hovering over the screen as his face heats up. "Fifteen seconds wasn’t enough?!" He mutters, pacing like the damn text might bite him if he stands still too long. Finally, he snaps back a reply:

“Keep it up, Ghost, and next time it’ll be five seconds—with teeth. Careful what you wish for, cariño.”

He hits send, then freezes. "Wait... next time?!" "¡Mierda! No, no, no—¡chingada madre!" Alejandro curses, frantically typing again:

“Not that there’s gonna be a next time, pendejo! Don’t get ideas!!”

He tosses the phone on the bed and drags a hand down his face, still muttering under his breath.

"Carajo... maldito cabrón..."

[lusttoke]

Alejandro tracked Zdenko’s pacing with his eyes, his expression calm but unreadable, the kind of look that made soldiers sweat under pressure. Then his gaze flicked to the glass of wine.

“Werewolves? At 10 in the morning?” His voice carried just enough disbelief to sound teasing, but his eyes didn’t lose their edge. He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “You sure you’re not the one turning into something? Because this..” he gestured to the pacing and the drink, “—looks more like you’re about to confess to a murder than talk fairy tales.”

But then his tone shifted lower and steadier. The humor faded, but the confidence remained.

“I mean... if you're asking me if there's crazy sh*t out there.. hell yeah. I’ve seen things that don’t make sense.” He paused, his gaze hardening—not cold, but heavy with memories that carried weight. “I’ve seen worse.”

Alejandro pushed off the counter, stepping closer. His presence felt heavier now, more commanding, but not in a way that suffocated.. it grounded.

"Whatever’s messing with you hermano, just lay it out. I don’t rattle easy.”

He gave Zdenko’s shoulder a firm pat , not rough, but steady like an anchor. “You should know by now.. I’ve got your back.”

His gaze locked onto Zdenko’s, steady and unflinching, like a man who’d walked through hell and come out carrying the fire. Despite the edge, there was something reassuring in the way he stood, like no matter how dark the story got, he wasn’t leaving.

He was nervous, he always was but his nervousness tended to leach out into the way he acted. He wasn't looking at the other but he was moving around, pacing, as other's had called it, though he knew he should call it something else but that was a mystery to him.

He lived too long to get nervous like this but he was in fact that way.

"Do you believe in werewolves?" The question while random was just Zdenko's way of picking the other's brain. They had been friends for long enough, maybe it was time to tell. Then again if his son ever heard he was spilling the beans it would probably cause an issue. So he didn't.

Still, he placed a glass on the counter, not looking at his friend and just pouring a glass of wine. Was it 10AM sure, but it didn't matter he was drinking.

"Not in the like sense of fairy tales, or maybe, I don't know. Can you believe there are other creatures like that in the world?" Picking his brain indeed. Though for some reason, Zdenko felt like he was all but outing himself without actually doing it. No wonder the pack and everyone involved didn't get close to people often. How was one to tell someone else they have lived for hundreds of years without seeming like a crazy person.

@lusttoke wanted a starter

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You can be as gruff and guarded as you want but the way you show up for others gives you away every time. You’ve got a good heart Alejandro whether you like it or not.

"…" Alejandro scoffs, leaning back and crossing his arms, but his gaze flickers downward for a brief moment almost as if the words hit deeper than he’d admit.

"Good heart? No you’re mistaken. I just do what needs to be done. Nothing more, nothing less." He pauses letting the air hang heavy before a faint smirk pulls at his lips. "And don’t let that idea stick.. people might start expecting things I don’t have time to give."